Anonymous - Experiences of a Country Girl

When he had given all of us about twenty blows of the strap, he stopped and then came to me and drew down my panties to my knees while I wept unashamedly, twisting about from the gnawing fury that invaded my entire bottom. “Hra,” he said, “you seem to have the reddest bottom of all, Lucille, my dear. However, I am not yet quite sure which one of you deserve the additional punishment, as all of you made the same amount of complaints and cries. So I propose to give each of you ten strokes with my new punishment cane, which is adapted from the English schools and which will be very new to you, I am sure. The one of you who carries on the most during her ration will be the unfortunate loser, and she will be introduced to still another instrument I procured for the special purpose of disciplining naughty little girls.”

He went back to the secretary and from its open drawer took out a curious little cane, with crooked handle, made of light straw-colored malacca as I later learned, about two feet long, very thin and flexible, which he whisked in the air ominously while we sobbed and groaned and twisted our naked reddened bottoms about in terrible apprehension. “Prepare yourselves, and be courageous,” he admonished as he came back to the couch.

Then bending toward Selena, for I watched covertly out of tear-blurred eyes, he put his left hand on her shoulder and, drawing back the cane a short way, whisked it deftly across the upper part of her furiously and dark-reddened bottom cheeks. She uttered a shrill scream of pain, her bottom lowered to her heels, and sobbing hysterically, she turned her head towards him and gasped, “Oh, Master, Master. Oh, for God's sake, I can't stand it! It cuts me so to the bone, Master. Oh, Lordie, it's the worst I've ever felt you use.”

“I'm gratified to hear you announce its qualities, Selena, my dear,” he replied ironically as he always does when he is whipping a helpless girl. “You see, it's not necessary to strike hard with it to be felt. Just a dextrous flick and the smart lasts and lasts and lasts a good long time, doesn't it?”

As he drew the cane sharply a second time across her bottom, a little lower down, I felt her hand tug savagely at mine, heard her shrill, “Ahrrr… oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, Master, oh, its just awful oh, please, please, use the strap instead Master, and I'll bear it bravely.”

“You have eight cuts remaining you, Selena, from this cane,” he replied, “and, judging from your noisy reception of them, I fear you may be the unlucky winner of our little tourney. But we shall see.”

With this, while Selena squirmed about frantically, sobbing and shifting her slim small hand desperately in my own convulsively trembling grasp, he passed over to Rosa, while my heart shrank. For I was dying of suspense and yearned to have this cruel punishment over with, the worst of any I had had to bear in all my life.

“Hold still, Rosa, and keep that big backside of yours well up so I can get at it,” he remarked callously as he put his left hand on my right-handed companion's smooth amber-skinned bare shoulder. I couldn't help glancing round as I knelt there with my panties clinging to my knees and my bottom smarting dreadfully from the hard strapping he had given me. I watched him draw back the cane about a foot, then cut it straight across the broad firm curves of Rosa's very red and inflamed naked bottom, taking care that the tip of the cane itself did not strike the flesh. It did not seem to be a hard blow, but Rosa uttered a wailing cry, dashed her bottom about frantically, and began to cry like a child, her hand shifting restlessly in mine. A second blow drew a moaning sob, and Rosa sobbed tearfully, “Oh, Master, oh, Master, it bruises me so bad, oh, yes, yes, it's lots worse than the strap, Master, I'll be good, so good, if you'll let me off any more of that dreadful cane, Master!”

“You are going to get your full ten, like the rest, Rosa. Now hush up while I try the effects on Lucille's tender bottom,” were his terrible words. “Oh, Lord, oh, Lord,” I groaned frantically hearing this, and I gripped my companions' hands with all my strength and pressed my mouth hard against the back of the couch so it wouldn't make me cry out loud enough to be sentenced to any more whippings.

He took a dreadfully, cruelly long time about it, and when at last I felt his hand press against my bare trembling shoulder, I gasped almost with relief, and tensed my reddened, throbbing bottom expectantly, for the cries of Rosa and Selena had told me what to expect.

But, alas, not one half of it. I felt a sudden atrocious stinging across both the lower cheeks of my bare bottom, and my hips jerked violently beyond my control at the intense, searing pain. Then, after growing numb, the pain started to throb furiously as if it had penetrated deep into the flesh and attacked the very bones of my body, just as Selena and Rosa had described so vividly. I couldn't help crying out sobbingly, but kept my mouth pressed against the couch and so I managed to register not too noisy a complaint.

“And what do you think of this little cane, Lucille, my dear?” he asked, keeping his hand on my shoulder while I knelt, cringing, my back arching, my throbbing, fiery bottom yearning to lower to my heels against the suspended menace of that atrocious little cane.

“Oh, it-it's awful, just awful. It does hurt lots more than the str-strap or the h-hairbrush, M-Master,” I groaned tearfully. “Oh, please give me all ten strokes right now so I can endure them and not make you want to punish me anymore, Master.”

“You should know by now, my dear, that I punish a naughty girl just as I wish, and I hope you're not trying to dictate to me how I should correct you?”

“Oh, no, oh, no, no, not at all, Master,” I stammered, terrified with the danger in his level voice. “Please excuse me for saying that. I–I'll always submit to your orders, Master…”

“See that you do then, and confine your comments to tears and sobs, my girl,” he told me. And at once I felt a fiery slash of the cane against the base of both my hindquarters that seemed to tear into the very roots of my body.

I burst into frantic tears from the awful, lingering pain, which seemed to get more intense as time passed. For a while I still felt the cruel bruising smart of that first cut, and I jerked my hips about so violently that he warned me to keep in position.

Then, returning to Selena, who was crying softly as she watched him come to her, he applied slowly two more sharp cuts across the upper portion of her naked swollen and reddened seat which drew wailing pleas for mercy from the pretty young girl, and she jerked away her right hand from my grasp, at which he sternly ordered her to resume the hold and lectured her on her naughtiness.

Next he came back to Rosa, who was sobbing softly and trembling, as I felt from her hand in mine, and laid two slowly spaced deliberate cuts across the full middle of both hindquarters. She twisted about so furiously that he had to warn her too, and added a third cut which drew a strident, “Ahrrr. Oh, my bottom, my bottom, oh, Master, no more. Please, don't whip poor Rosa's bottom anymore!”

“You have five left now, my girl, and thus far you are most likely to be the one who stays for a little extra discipline,” was his reply as he took his stance in back of me. With a sharp sobbing gasp, I readied myself, but not tensing my muscles, as I had discovered already that this effort seems to make the atrocious lingering bruises of the cane even more ferocious.

Nevertheless, it was all I could do to keep from shrieking when slowly he placed three separate cuts over both cheeks of my bottom, the first at the top, the second at the base, and the third bridging my bottom cheeks in the plumpest part. And my contortions lasted a long time after he had finished with me, while I was almost breathless with my choking sobs.