Anonymous - Experiences of a Country Girl

He moved back to poor Selena, who was weeping uncontrollably as she saw his approach, and informed her she had six cuts left to suffer, while Rosa and I had only five. He made her stick out her naked rear more at “the proper angle,” as he so cruelly and ironically put it, and then, keeping his palm lightly pressed on the small of her supple sleek arching naked back, applied two vertical cuts, first on the left cheek, then the right of her discolored, furiously inflamed bare bottom.

The weals crisscrossed those previously laid on, and Selena's shrill screams testified to the suffering thereby caused, for he had to threaten her with an extra four cuts to make her get back into position, and left her writhing and sobbing pitifully as he passed beyond me, shivering there, and my eyes blinded with hot tears, back to poor cringing Rosa who was murmuring fervently, “Oh, Lordie help me, oh Lordie help me. It hurts me so,” which I overheard, united as I was in misery with these two beautiful punished and suffering girls.

He prolonged his stay before her, first applying the sixth cut straight across the lower curves of both plump bottom cheeks, then whisking the supple pliant instrument vertically against the broadest and firmest part of each cheek in turn. And under these latter two strokes Rosa screamed hysterically for mercy and lunged and did a sort of a dance on her stockinged knees, crying desperately from the pain and begging him to spare her, avowing she would do anything in the world he wanted of her if he would only stop. I reddened with shame to hear a young woman have to demean herself so to a man that she would give him her body to stop the pain of a humiliating whipping that should not be given to any living being… but my own turn was next, and my heart beat wildly as I cringed and trembled, hiding my face against the couch and gripping my companions' hands with a feverish expectancy.

I felt him tap the cane slightly over my bare bottom, patting the place he no doubt meant to spank next, and I sobbed aloud as I steeled myself, huddling my thighs even though I knew the tension of my muscles would make the blows more bruising. And when the cane, after lying over my bottom for what seemed an eternity, finally drew back and then dashed across the lower part of my hindquarters, I uttered a piercing cry and shook my hips from side to side and up and down in frantic contortions as if to cast off the unbearable aching burning sensation it had left.

“Four more, my dear,” he murmured hoarsely, as he put his hand on my neck and forced me to arch myself out to the dreadful little implement, with which I now felt him pat the base of both my bottom cheeks, “You're doing better than I'd expected, I will say that. So don't let me have to keep you here when this final position is administered.”

“Oh, I'll try, I'll try, Master, but if you only knew how it eats into my poor flesh,” I sobbed fervently, agonizing, my flesh crawling with torment of anticipation as he continued to pat the place he had selected.

The seventh blow landed just where he had previously marked it with this cruelly gloating and humiliating caress of the cane, and I bit the couch in my agony, rolling my head, my hips, my thighs from side to side in an ungovernable suffering, my shoulders shaking with my frantic sobs. He kept his hand on my neck, and then I felt the vertical blow of the instrument on the left cheek of my swollen fiery bottom, making a crisscrossed welt with those just left by the cane, to say nothing of that punishing strap with its broader if lighter markings. This time, I could not control the frantic, hysterical cry that surged from me and I twisted and lowered myself interminably…

Thank heaven, I heard him leave me and return to poor Selena, who was moaning, “Oh, make it over, Master, please, for God's sake make it be over soon. It hurts me, oh it hurts my poor bottom so.”

He gave the poor girl all four of her remaining strokes. I couldn't watch. My eyes were blinded and swollen with my own tears and suffering, but from the way she wrenched her hand in mine and cried out sobbingly and begged him to pardon her, I knew they must have been dreadful.

“Now then,” he said more briskly as he came to Rosa, “Rosa, you have three cuts due your big naked backside, which is very much used up. And you, Lucille, have just two… Yours seems not much less marked, my dear. These final strokes will determine who is to remain here for extra punishment. So I advise you both to summon all the courage you possess, as I mean to lay them on rather severely.”

With this, to my terror, he put his left hand on my right shoulder and I thought my time had come, but instead he dealt Rosa the first of her three remaining cane strokes, full across the plumpest part of her agonized behind and she screamed, a long-drawn, piercing, wailing scream, “Ahrrrrrrrrr. Oh, have mercy, Master, oh, have mercy now on Rosa. She'll be so good from now on if you'll only stop with that awful cane. Master.”

A second blow, whose dry thud I heard landing horribly on her swollen martyred flesh, responded to this heartrending plea, and again her screams were wild and desperate as she tore her hand from mine and clawed the back of the couch, wriggling and twisting about in her ferocious sufferings. He ordered her to maintain that pose and stick her bottom well out for the last cut. Then I heard him patting her lightly with the hellish implement and warning her that she knew she must submit to anything he ordered. Finally, he concluded her whipping with a solid cut that made me shudder at its thudding violence, and her agonized shriek rang out uncontrolled, followed by convulsive, hysterical sobs.

It was my turn now, and I tried to bring all my courage to bear, digging my nails into the sofa, crushing my tear-drenched swollen face against it as I waited in an agony of mind and flesh for the termination of what might be the very finale of the whipping… or, oh, God help me, the signal for a new ordeal of torture to my bruised and swollen, throbbing naked flesh.

He took a cruelly long time to finish me off, ordering me to keep my bottom well up, then patting it all over till I winced and sobbed in my terror and could not prevent my flesh from twitching and contracting which I know must have been entrancing to him, for he remarked that I was much more lovely when I had been well whipped, and I had a particular charm for him when my big white bottom was red and twisting about. My shame, I cannot describe. To have to hear these immodest comments about my naked body in the presence of the two other girls of my own sex, and the fact that Mr. Raleigh could force all three of us girls to accept submissively such humiliation only increased my repugnance and dread of him.

At last the ninth cut fell, vertically on my right bottom cheek, and again my resolve to be brave failed me, for I screamed aloud in my suffering. But even as I was crying out, the cane dashed sternly over the top of my bottom for the final cut of all as I prayed, nonetheless drawing a new frenzied twisting about and shifting up and down on my knees, while my tears ran freely.

“Now then,” said Mr. Raleigh hoarsely, “I think I may say that all three of you have been adequately whipped for your naughtiness in my absence. Lucille, you may go back to your room, put some cold cream on your bottom, and go to bed. I shall not be visiting you tonight, by the way.”

Shamed though I was at this announcement of my physical bondage to Mr. Raleigh, I nevertheless felt this most exquisite relief at being pardoned more of the dreadful whipping. I picked up my clothes painfully and stumbled back to my room, still sobbing from the feverish heat in my behind, which was the greatest it had ever been in all my life in getting punished.

It was a long time before the agony of my bottom permitted me to fall asleep, but at last I did. At breakfast the next morning, Mr. Raleigh told me that he had judged Rosa guilty of making the loudest outcries, and, after sending Selena to her room, had taken off Rosa's brassiere, shoes, and stockings, tied her up on a chair like the one on which I had had my first whipping from his hands, and then given her fifteen spanks with a hard rubber paddle he had purchased in town at the shop of a leather goods worker who had made these to order and other instruments for him on special order. He added ironically that he had had to stay with Rosa all night long to console her, for she seemed quite feverish from her severe punishment, and that he was sure she would be a very good girl from now on. It was Selena who served us breakfast, eyes downcast and still reddened from crying.