Unknown - Gwen gets beaten

"Yes!" she gasped.

I pretended to consider.

"The last time I punished you I hit your behind with the cane twenty times, then with the buggy whip ten times, then with the crop twenty times, then with the bull whip four times."

She shuddered again.

"Then I used them all on your back. After that I used them all on your belly and thighs and breasts. Except for the bullwhip, which I didn't use on your front."

She whimpered slightly.

"This is what I'll do. Instead of that, I will only use the cane, and I will not hit you more than thirty times in total. But only…" I pointed my finger at her warningly, "… only if you can maintain your position, and not move without permission. If you move, or try to evade the blow, or try to turn away, then you go downstairs and get hung from your wrists."

"And this time," I glared. "You'll get fifty blows across the back with the bullwhip, and fifty more across the breasts. I don't know if you'll live through it."

"I'll do anything you want," she begged.

"You will try. Wether you'll succeeded depends on wether you have learned any discipline in the past week or so. Now strip off your lingerie. Until you prove you deserve to wear them you'll have no clothes on your slutty little body."

I went and got the cane, and when I returned she was sitting on her heels, back straight, naked ready for her punishment.

"Dog-fuck," I said.

She sprang forward onto her hands and knees, spreading her legs and sticking her ass up at me. I moved behind her and examined it. All the marks were gone now except for a couple of fading lines from the bull whip. Her pussy was cleanly shaved, of course.

"Remember, if you try to move or escape your punishment you know what you'll get."

"I won't," she promised, her voice quivering.

I drew back the cane and slashed it across her upturned ass. She cried out softly, and trembled, but held her position. I lashed it down again, loving the feel of it as it struck into her soft meat. Again she cried out, choking off the sound.

Three more times the cane cracked across that lovely teenage ass, and though she was sobbing weakly she kept her position.

"Heels," I barked.

She scrambled quickly back and sat her ass down on her heels. She winced and moaned, but ignored the pain as she straightened her back and spread her knees apart.

I moved in front of her.

"Five down, fifteen to go, slut. Think you can take them."

"I'll do anything you want, Michael," she gasped.

"Hands behind your neck. Arch your back. We'll see just how much discipline you have now."

She knew what I was aiming for, and sobbed as she threw her head back and brought her hands behind her neck. I poked at her breasts with the cane, then drew it back and cracked it down lightly across her right breast.

She gasped, clenching her teeth, beads of sweat starting to break out on her skin.

I cracked it down on her left breast, just a bit harder.

She let out a low gurgling sob.

I cracked it down on her right breast, harder still, and she cried out in pain, tears spilling from her eyes.

I swung the cane down on her left breast again, still harder.

She jerked and moaned and cried out in pain, but she kept her hands where they were and kept her back arched.

I slashed it down hard now, the sound loud as it cracked into her right breast, then her left, then her right, then her left.

She was sobbing and crying out continuously, her torso swaying and shaking and jerking as the cane descended, swishing through the air and cracking against her meaty orbs, but after five blows to each breast she had managed to hold her position.

I lowered the cane and admired her gorgeous torso, sweating heavily now, her breasts crisscrossed with red lines.

"That's fifteen. Only five more to go." I said softly as I kneaded her cherry red breast. "CAT!" I snapped.

It was another of the positions I'd trained her to do. She all but fell down onto her back. Laying on her back Gwen jerked her legs up and pulled them back, until her heels were pressing against her rump. She then grasp both of her ankles with her hands. She lifted her ass up as high as she could while at the same time spreading her knees wide apart. Lastly she pooched out her bald pussy. With her pussycat on display, she laid there, gasping and whimpering, her eyes gazing down at her muti-striped breasts.

"Five more and it's done," I said. "If you can hold your position."

I had to kneel for this final portion of the punishment. I raised the cane, and she stared at it, whimpering, watching it swing down hard, watching it crack directly across her soft, bare pussy mound.

She shrieked in pain, rocking back and forth on her bent spine, howling and sobbing as her head thrashed from side to side. I thought for a minute she was going to unbend, but she managed to keep her arms tightly against the backs of her legs, her hands griping her ankles tightly.

I cracked the cane down onto her pussy mound again, then again, then again, swinging hard.

She howled with each blow, but though she rocked and writhed and her head thrashed alarmingly, she didn't change her position.

The final blow, as hard as I could, cracking into her soft cunt mound, directly along her cleft so it mashed against her clit.

Another shriek, louder than the others, and more thrashing and shaking, but she held herself in place.

"All done," I said. "You may thank me now."

She let her ankles go with a ragged sob, her hand clutching her pussy weakly as she rolled onto her front and crawled to me, licking at my feet and thanking me.

I slid down beside her and carefully and gently licked along her breasts, sliding my tongue along the red lines the cane had made, tonguing and suckling at her nipples, which hardened quickly, then down her body to her pussy.

She whimpered as I touched it, but I was gentle, my tongue soft, sliding soothingly over her clitty as she spread her legs wide. Her cunt was incredibly tender, of course, as were her breasts, but she was such a fucking slut now that she couldn't resist my tongue, and was soon writhing in climax, whimpering and moaning in joy as my tongue brought her off again and again.

The next time I "caught" her at something, I arranged for it to be with a vibrator buried in her snatch. She was as hot as steam, and on the verge of coming when I "discovered" how she had broken a minor rule.

She was in shackles at the time, and I was calling her my sex slave, my slave girl, and she was getting into it blissfully I made her assume the same positions she had before, only wasn't quite as heavy with the cane.

This time she obviously got off on it, gasping in both pain and pleasure as I caned her breasts, moaning as she lay back and brought her knees back.

There wasn't the screaming this time, but instead loud grunts and choked cries of pleasure. I hit her pussy five times, then six, then seven, as she moaned and writhed in delirious passion. On the ninth time she came, screaming in pleasure.

I whipped the cane down as fast as I could then as she rocked and shook and thrashed in orgiastic wonder.

Then when she went limp I dropped atop her and rammed my cock down her whipped pussy, fucking her violently.

Well, all good things had to come to an end. My parents returned home after three weeks. Neither noticed anything amiss, of course. Gwen acted pretty much the way she always had around them. Not that she was around them much, nor that they paid much attention to her when she was.

I still had her on her knees sucking me off every afternoon, of course, but was unhappy with the restrictions my parents' presence placed on discipline, not to mention on fucking her in the evening.

So I bought a little place just outside of town. It had three things going for it. One, it had no really close neighbors, two, it had a garage, and three, it had a bomb shelter under the basement.