Amelia Pt. 05

Literotic asexstories – Amelia Pt. 05 by MarkTass,MarkTass
Author’s note:

I have re-assigned this story to the BDSM category as it involves more content on bondage, submission and punishments than on loving lesbian relationships. The main players are women but the theme is punishment. If you are not a fan of femdom BDSM play, read no further. As with all fantasy, the players may go further in their games than one would expect from normal life. Accept the story for what it is.

Amelia. Part 5

Evelyn cast her eyes to the only window overlooking her garden. As expected, it was open, about eighteen inches. She saw the curtain twitch a little and smiled knowingly.

“You may reveal yourself, Tom.” She called up to the window of the house next door.

Tom, her nineteen-year-old neighbour, and his mother lived in the house. Evelyn had already had dealings with both mother and son, finding it necessary to discipline them quite regularly, usually on account of the boy, Tom’s behaviour, such as was being played out again now. This window had brought about several beatings, not only for peeping Tom, but also his mother who had more than once now also been spotted watching the exciting goings on in her attractive neighbour’s garden. Both mother and son knew now that there was no resisting the call of Evelyn, and in fact they both quite regularly initiated a summons to her Punishment Chamber.

Tom’s mother, Andrea, was the one who had introduced Amelia to Evelyn, for which Evelyn was greatly appreciative. Her stable of supplicants had grown as a result of this, including not only Amelia herself and the two young friends she was here with today, but also Amelia’s mother had recently come to her, seeking to re-visit the discipline of her schooldays. There was an agreement between Evelyn and Andrea that whenever Tom received punishment, Andrea would be summoned to the Punishment Chamber where she would be required to submit to the same fate as her son.

The four women in the garden now looked up to the window, all still quite naked and fresh from the pool, into which they had all leapt as a finale to the afternoon fun in the garden. Only Evelyn was aware that the foolish young man had been spying on them since they had gone out there earlier. He had enjoyed watching the girls appear naked from the house and hover around the edge of the pool. One of them had obviously just received a caning, her bottom red and striped. And then, when a fourth naked woman had arrived, also bearing the stripes of a caning, and lay on the grass while her friend peed into her mouth! Well, that was a first, and Tom couldn’t resist dropping his pants to play with himself.

Caught! Again! Of course I’m bloody caught. She wouldn’t have tipped me off if she didn’t want me watching! Tom stepped out from behind the curtain. Unusually for him, he had had the presence of mind to pull his pants up first.

“I think you had better come down here and explain yourself, Tom. I think you know how to be dressed when you hop over the wall!” Evelyn grinned evilly at her girls.

“Don’t worry girls. He is a very submissive boy and won’t do anything stupid, like groping you without permission.” Two minutes later, Amelia, Katie and Georgina gasped as Tom arrived over the wall. He was completely naked, and as he came to a stop and adopted the punishment position, now familiar to them all, hands behind neck, elbows back, feet apart, they noticed that he was totally hairless from his chest down. They also noticed his swelling cock, and for all the chilly air around them, and their own stiff nipples because of it, there was no shrinking of his manhood as he returned their gaze. His erection pointed at them and pumped with his pulse.

“Well, girls,” Evelyn broke the silence, “we have a new toy to play with, if you want to. Tom is in need of a caning, and I think it would be appropriate if you are the ones to administer it. I suggest a dozen strokes from each one of you. Or, if you prefer not to, I will deal with him myself.”

They walked slowly back to the house, unbalanced by the sudden change in atmosphere, from a glorious sapphic afternoon to the intrusion of a young man. Tom led the way, and Georgina whispered to Katie.

“I’m just not into boys. I don’t think I want to stay.”

“Patience, Georgie. Evelyn is going to let us cane him. You don’t have to touch him. Did you notice his dick. It isn’t that big. He isn’t going to harm us. And besides, you asked to be caned yourself and I doubt if you are getting away from here before that happens. I for one am looking forward to watching that!”

Katie was thinking about something more. Something she had enjoyed a brief introduction to from Evelyn previously, and from Amelia more recently. Since then she had practiced a little herself at home with some objects. Now here was the real thing. A real cock. Something new to fuck her anus with.

They entered the house, the dominatrix and her four wards, each one willing to submit to her, as they had all proved this afternoon already.

Evelyn took charge. “Right! Here we all are, five people and not a stitch of clothing between us. How thrilling! We have one foolish boy who is going to be caned. Thirty-six strokes, either from myself or a dozen each from the young ladies. I have to warn you, Tom. We do not want to hear a word out of you. Not one, unless you are asked to speak. You will do what you are told to do, no more, no less and if they want to cane you, they will be permitted by me to do so.”

Tom had already adopted the position, and merely nodded his understanding of the situation he had placed himself in.

Evelyn turned to the girls. “It’s a simple choice. Either you give Tom a dozen strokes, or I will take your place. This young man is a frequent offender. I cannot count the number of times I have been called upon to discipline him for the same offense he has repeated today. He deserves hard punishment, and you have my permission to deliver it. What is it to be?”

She eyed Amelia. “Thank you, Mistress. I’ve never caned a boy. Actually, I haven’t caned anyone, but I’d like to give it a try.”

“And you, Georgina? You have twenty-four strokes to receive yourself, of course. They will be administered by myself after we dismiss Tom. But would you like to punish this boy for spying on you while you cavorted naked in my garden. He watched your depraved behaviour as you pissed on your friend and had her lick you clean.”

Of course, Evelyn was deliberately reminding Tom of the delights he had witnessed and his cock was pounding, shamelessly exposed as it was to the four women in the room.

“Yes, Mistress. When you put it like that, thank you. I would like to punish him.” Georgina overcame her reluctance to play with boys. Just this once, she thought.

“And you, Katie? You have already taken your own punishment for the day. What would you like to do with this miscreant?” Evelyn asked.

“Well, Mistress, there are two things. First, yes, I would like to try my hand with the cane and I am happy to learn from you how to do it. But there is something else.” She blushed, and looked shamefully at her two friends. “When you caned me a few weeks ago, you used a butt plug on me, stretching my ass while I submitted to your cane. I have to tell you I enjoyed that sensation, and since then, I’ve been playing with a few other toys in the same way. But here is the real thing. I wonder if you would let Tom put his cock up my ass?”

A stunned silence followed. Tom let out a mew and Georgina gasped and looked at her friend, astonished. “Katie! Are you serious? You want him to fuck you in the ass. This pervert?”

“Oh, Georgina. Don’t be unkind.” Evelyn quickly intervened. She was as surprised as everyone else but was the first to recover her wits. “What you don’t know is just how perverted he really is. Tom enjoys a cock in the arse too. But not just any cock. Tell them, Tom. I know you have been back to Lisa’s establishment more than once. That’s something maybe you didn’t know about women, Tom. We gossip! So, tell Georgina what you do when you go there.”

Oh god. How did I get into this mess? Mistress is going to make me confess to my basest needs, and to these three lesbians? But one of them wants me to fuck her in the ass, and that’s something I’ve dreamed of doing. They don’t let me do that down at Lisa’s. I’m glad I didn’t finish that wank I was having while I watched them in the garden.

“Yes, Mistress,” he started, “it’s like this. Sometimes I get a strong urge to go back and do something I hated when it first happened. I was taken to an establishment which is mostly supplied with ladyboys, almost all of them from the far east but there are a couple of South Americans too. I was made to suck their cocks and got fucked in the ass myself. Some of them have small cocks, but others have ones much bigger than mine.”

Everyone looked at Tom’s throbbing erection. Katie with growing lust. She wanted it in her ass.

“They have a special rule there: when a cock enters me, it has to ejaculate in that same hole before it can come back out. I had to swallow their cum and they cum up my ass as well. Although I hated it at first, I found myself craving the submission, wanting to submit to them again. Now I go back to them about once a month. I usually have to service three or four of them. They are the ones who choose whether they will make me suck them or take their cocks in the ass. I know I need to be punished for my depravity, so a day or two afterwards I come to Mistress Evelyn and beg her to cane me. Twelve strokes for each ladyboy’s cock that came inside me. So, yes, you’re right. I am a pervert, and I love it.”

But for all he loved it, he still hung his head in shame at his predilection and having to reveal it to this collection of beautiful young women. At least they are all obviously into the less vanilla side of sex themselves. Maybe they won’t think too badly about me. We’re all human, aren’t we, and we all have our imperfections. And the one with the bubble butt wants me to shag it. Maybe they aren’t all lesbians?

“Do you ever get to put your cock into any of them?” Katie wanted to know.

“No. Never. The horrid truth is, I’m a virgin. I’ve never put my cock into anyone, anywhere.”

“Well, if Mistress Evelyn will allow it, I’d like you to put it into my ass.” Katie looked across to Evelyn. “Mistress, is that alright?”

“I can think of no reason to say no, Katie. But I think we would all want to watch. I think too that you must follow the rule that Tom just told us. Tom must ejaculate inside you.” Evelyn smiled at Tom. “When did you last cum, Tom? Do you have a large amount to squirt into Katie’s ass?”

“It’s been three days, Mistress.” Tom was almost ready to burst. He was going to get to fuck this beauty’s ass.

Katie was bent over a whipping stool and her two friends stood on either side of her, each pulling her buttocks apart so her anus was displayed invitingly for all to see. Evelyn applied a liberal glob of lube on Katies puckered hole, and slid a finger inside, to loosen the tightness a little and provide easier access for Tom’s cock. She then rolled a condom over it and applied more to the end of his erection and smoothed it up the full length of his pulsating organ.

“Gently, Tom.” She advised, and the boy approached his target. He held his cock at the entrance and pressed slowly, back and forth, several times until he felt her asshole opening more for him. Katie gasped as the head of his cock broke through her anus and into her very being. He thrust forward and in one long push, sliding his erection as deeply into her as he could. Katie shuddered at the thrilling invasion, revelling in the sensation on her stretched anus and the feeling of pure submission as she pushed back at him. She could feel his balls rubbing on her swollen pussy lips.

Amelia found herself gazing in amazement as Tom’s cock disappeared into her friend’s lovely, cane-striped bottom. And then he started to thrust, slowly, back and forth again, sliding almost out of Katie and then gliding back in one long push, again and again, to mews of delight from Katie and gasps and sighs from everyone else as Tom took Katie’s anal virginity and lost his own.

Tom tried to make this last as long as he could, but the whole situation overcame him and he suddenly stiffened as his orgasm shot out. He thrust himself balls deep again as his cock spasmed and jerked a dozen or more times, filling the condom with his seed. Katie was so close to orgasm herself and it was Georgina who reached down with her free hand and rubbed Katie’s clit and with a scream of pleasure, Katie came in a flash, her anal muscles squeezing and relaxing as her orgasm continued, massaging the last of Tom’s cum from his now wilting dick inside her ass.

A long silence followed as each of the players absorbed their thoughts on what they had just witnessed.

“Well, that was hot!” Amelia exclaimed, and everyone smiled at the banality.

Before Tom was handed a towel and told to go and clean up in preparation for his punishment, Evelyn eased the condom from his deflated dick and held it up for all to see the large deposit Tom had just ejaculated into it.

“You may drink this, Tom.” It wasn’t an offer so much as a command. Tom took the condom and as the girls watched, held it up to his lips and poured his cum into his mouth.

“Swill and swallow, Tom!” Evelyn was in charge and Tom reluctantly obeyed, ashamed at himself for performing such a humiliating act in front of the four women. Worse, now that he had ejaculated, his enthusiasm for further sexual activity declined, but he still had to be beaten by the three girls. This is going to be awful, he knew.

Katie was sent to the bidet to cleanse herself. Amelia and Katie were given permission to find their clothes and to get dressed. Evelyn left them briefly to dress herself too. Only Tom and Georgina were to remain naked.

Georgina was beginning to regret offering herself to Evelyn’s cane. She had no experience in this, it was all new to her, and although she had enjoyed watching both Katie and Amelia being caned, she knew that they actually enjoyed it. She didn’t think she would. The more she thought about it, the less enthusiastic she was to through with it.

Oh, lord. What will they think of me if I ask not to be caned? I saw the way the skin reddened, and the white stripe quickly changing to a bright red line at each stroke. Is that what will happen to me? Stupid me! Twenty-four strokes I asked her for, and I’ve heard the rules: once a punishment is awarded, it is carried out to the full. My poor bottom. I guess I’ll have to do it. Be brave, girl, and don’t cry. Just this once – like I’m going to cane this boy, Tom – just this once. Katie seemed to enjoy his cock in her ass. I’ll punish him for that, fucking my girlfriend’s ass!

Her resolve hardened, Georgina picked up a cane and gave it a few practice swipes, cutting the air with a whoosh. Not too hard, girl. If I am lenient on Tom, hopefully Evelyn won’t be harsh with me.

Tom was secured to the caning bench. He seemed reluctant, and in fact he was. After the wonderful orgasm he had just enjoyed, emptying himself into the bowels of the girl with the beautiful butt, he was completely spent. His sexual drive was down to zero. But nevertheless, he was still naked, along with just one of the three fellow submissives here and he knew he had to comply. Like a fool, he had fallen into Evelyn’s trap. She had told him there may be something interesting to see from his window a few days in advance. She knew he would be watching. He deserved his punishment.

True to her vow to herself, in the hope of receiving a mild introduction to the cane herself, Georgina did not test Tom’s bottom at all hard for the first nine strokes. Her aim was good but there was little strength in the strokes until Evelyn gave her a quick lesson to improve her swing and the final three struck him more forcibly. Evelyn was amused at this and quickly realised what was behind it.

Katie, her arse still relishing the sensations Tom had given it, was equally poor at delivering punishment. She was in too good a mood to mete out Tom’s punishment for peeking through his window at her too harshly. Tom was quite relieved at the gentleness being shown him, not that he was averse to taking a much harder test, he too was in a mellow mood after his orgasm.

It was up to Amelia to correct the atmosphere of forgiveness, and she set out to do so. After a few practice swipes under Evelyn’s tutelage, she raised a grunt from Tom with her first stroke, waited for the white line on his buttocks to turn red and immediately let fly with another, harder stroke. Tom gasped, but otherwise kept quiet. Amelia was enjoying herself and raised the tempo again for the next six strokes, rewarded with gasps and heavy breathing from the submissive boy.

“Would you like to be caned harder, Tom, for the last four strokes of your punishment?” Amelia asked him. One of those questions to which there is only one response from a supplicant. Amelia took careful aim, adjusted her stance a little and struck with greater strength and accuracy than even she had expected. Tom let out a howl, much to the amusement of the gathered audience and mocking laughter added to his misery.

“Three more like that, Tom?” She asked him again.

“Thank you, Mistress. Yes, please. Please cane me at least as hard as that.” Tom, for all his fuss, was beginning to enjoy the treatment he was getting from these females and being the centre of their attention. He could take the pain and wanted their admiration for doing so. He could even detect some stirrings in his nether regions again, the stimulation of the cane and his submission giving new life to his cock. By the time he had endured the three hardest strokes of the afternoon, he was fully tumescent again and when he was released from the caning bench, he adopted the punishment position and faced his tormentors, his erection drawing their gaze once more.

“I would like to apologise again for watching you through my window while you swam and played in the garden, and I would like to thank you all for giving me the punishment I deserved.” A short speech but well meant, and Tom was dismissed without any further comment, other than Evelyn reminding him to show his mother his reddened bottom and to ask her to call for an appointment. Poor Andrea, her son had brought thirty-six strokes of the cane onto her. Again!

“And now, Georgina,” Evelyn began, “it is your turn to be the focus of attention. Tell me, do you really want me to cane your backside? You have now witnessed three other bottoms taking a caning and yours will be the fourth this afternoon. Has what you have seen given you pause for thought? Would you like to retract your request? Twenty-four strokes, Georgina!” Evelyn challenged the girl.

Georgina would have loved to just say no, she didn’t want to be beaten like that, but something inside her took control of her tongue and as she spoke, she thrilled at the daring of it.

“Mistress Evelyn, the truth is that I am scared to be caned. I know it will hurt and I don’t really enjoy pain. However, I am also discovering a deep need in me to allow myself to be controlled by a strict and dominating woman and I want to submit to anything she tells me to do. I am very attracted to you, Mistress Evelyn, and I trust you, so I am willing to obey you. If you command me to bend over the caning bench, to be secured by the straps and to submit to a painful caning, then I will willingly do so because the thrill of my obedience to your dominance will overcome my fear of the pain.”

She struggled to look Evelyn in the eye, but took a deep breath, looked at her mistress and continued.

“So, please, Mistress Evelyn, I want you to command me to submit to you for a caning.” There, I said it, and now I am committed. If she wants it to hurt, I want her to hurt me. My god, what’s is happening to me?

The other two girls didn’t move, barely breathed as Evelyn considered Georgina’s request. Her face took on a very stern mien and she looked at the girl who had just invited pain upon herself.

“Very well, Georgina. It is a pity you are already naked, for I would have liked to order you to strip naked for the ordeal you wish me to put you through. The humiliation of removing your clothing in front of your dominatrix is a great part of the game we play.”

Georgina had adopted the position but at these words her heart began to race, her nipples puckered and tightened, and she could feel her belly melting. A trickle escaped and ran down the inside of her thigh. She’s accepted me! I’m going to be tied down and caned! And I want her to hurt me.

“I command you to place yourself on the caning bench where I will secure you tightly with the leather straps. You will not be able to escape until you have received your full allocation of cane strokes.”

Oh my god. I’m doing it. I’m climbing onto the bench. My knees feel like they are yards apart. I can feel my pussy lips parting, oh god, they can see right up my open cunt. And my anus.

She bent and laid her tits on the padded surface, her ass now the highest part of her body, presented perfectly to be beaten.

Where do I put my arms? Out in front? At my sides? Actually, I feel more vulnerable with them at my sides. That’s where I’ll put them. Total submission. She’s tightening a strap over my lower back. Now my thighs, and now my ankles. I can’t move. Oh god, my wrists too. Now I really am helpless. And another across my upper back. Total bondage! It feels great. I am at my mistress’s mercy. And Katie and Amelia are watching me. My pussy is on fire, god I wish I could rub it right now, it must be dribbling.

“How do you feel, Georgina? Completely defenceless against anything I want to do to you. I can see your pussy lips have swollen and separated. I can actually see into your vagina.” There was a click, and Evelyn walked round to show Georgina the picture she had taken with her mobile. A wide open, gaping and very wet pussy, and her winking butthole. Humiliation!

“Thank you, Mistress Evelyn. I am here submitting to your domination because I want to be. I feel very turned on at my helplessness, knowing that I cannot escape and that you are going to cane me, even when I told you I am scared to be caned. But like I told you, I really want to submit to this, to you, and the greater the pain when you cane me, the greater my thrill at being forced to accept it. So if you cane me hard and make me cry, that’s okay with me. In fact, I hope you will.”

Amelia grabbed Katie’s hand and gave it a squeeze. She knew how brave Georgina was being. Before they had come to Evelyn’s today, Katie had told Georgina that she wanted her to submit totally to Evelyn, no matter what, so in fact Georgina was under double orders, as it were. She was obeying Katie as well as Evelyn, and Katie had said that she wanted Georgina to submit to a hard caning. Georgina had tried to negotiate, but Katie was adamant, so the submissive Georgie had come along with her. Such was the new status of their relationship – Katie was the boss. In fact she had been the boss ever since Georgie had worshipped her freshly beaten bottom, debasing herself by licking Katies anus in worship. Now she would do anything for Katie, including taking a caning.

“I will cane you in sets of six, slave. Yes – slave. That is what you are right now. A naked slave awaiting punishment. Do you remember what you are being punished for, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. I pissed in your garden and some of my pee went into the grass. I allowed myself to pee too quickly for Amelia to drink it without spilling some. I apologise for my disgraceful behaviour and beg you to apply the cane as my punishment.” Spoken, not whispered.

“And you saw how I prepared your friends for their caning. I gave them fifty strikes with the leather paddle to warm them up before the cane. Would you like me to warm you up first, or shall we just go straight into the caning?”

“I have no experience of this, Mistress. I am guessing that by warming the slave’s bottom first, the caning might seem less painful?”

“That is the general idea. The skin is warmed and better prepared for the harshness of the cane. No warm-up will be more painful.”

Georgina remembered her orders from Katie. She was to suffer a painful caning. Obedience is everything.

“Then I respectfully request that you do not warm my bottom with your paddle Mistress. Please just go straight to the cane. I want my caning to hurt.” A little sob betrayed her fear, but the liquids now leaking visibly from her highly aroused pussy gave away her deeper need.

Mistress Evelyn began with a set of six medium strokes. Each raised a distinct red line and a weal across Georgina’s buttocks. Georgina was breathing more deeply as the punishment continued, but remained silent, absorbing the pain and delighting in being able to cope so far. Her worst fears were not being realised. I can do this. I’m so wet, I bet they can all see that. Those strokes weren’t so bad.

“For the next six strokes, slave, you will count the number, starting at seven, thank me for administering it, and request another stroke. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress. I do.”

An increase in the strength brought out a gasp from the slave. “Seven. Thank you, Mistress. Please give another stroke.”

All of the second set had Georgina gasping as the lines of fire progressed and multiplied across her buttocks, but she gritted her teeth, counted, thanked and begged for more. The raised weals were now spread over about four or five inches of her bottom. Now to fill in the spaces between, Evelyn smiled to herself. The girl asked me to hurt her, and that I will, but not enough for her not to want to be tested further.

“The next six will be harder, slave Georgina. Does it please you to learn that?” Evelyn taunted her slave. Once again, there is only one response a slave can give during punishment.

“Ooohhhh!? Thank you, Mistress. Yes, it does. I am very pleased to learn that you will cane me harder.” I hope she knows I don’t really mean it, but at the same time, I hope she does cane me harder. I want to prove my love for Katie, my submissiveness to any dominant woman, and to learn to take the pain for them and myself.

“For this set, you will count the total strokes backwards from eighteen. There will be no outbursts other than your counting, thanks and request for me to continue with your punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You have taken half your punishment. Twelve strokes. There are two sets still to receive. Did you know, slave that I always inflict a caning in multiples of six. Beware earning additional strokes. Disobedience, bad language and errors in counting all earn extra punishment. Don’t forget it!”

Bloody hell. What is she saying? If I cock up, she will add more strokes? Concentrate, girl. Where were we? Ah yes, twelve.

Whoosh, crackkk! Georgina heard the air being cleaved before the cane struck. White lightning! Immediate and severe sting!

“Aaargh! Ohhhh goddd! Thankkk you, Mmmistress.” Georgina wailed in distress. My god, that was fucking sore. I hope she didn’t notice my outburst. “Eighteen.” Even in her distress, she remembered the rules. “Please cane me again.”

Evelyn did. Equally hard.

“Owwwww! Sheet! Thank you, Mistress. Please give me another stroke.” Not so easy now. Bloody sore. Breathe!

“So far you have earned three additional strokes, slave. I warned you that bad language is not acceptable, and you failed to announce the number of the last stroke. “There is no mercy here, slave, if you fail to obey me. Only correction and discipline.”

“I apologise, Mistress. Thank you for correcting me. That was stroke fourteen – I should have called out ‘seventeen’, I know.” Breathing harder now.

Whoosh, crackkk! Equally hard as the previous two. Even in her anguish, Georgina appreciated what a consistent caner Evelyn was. Take a breath, hold, hold, let go slowly. Ride the pain.

“Sixteen. Thank you, Mistress. Please continue caning me.”

Evelyn did. Two more just like the previous three and Georgina was learning to ride the wave she found herself on. A sense of euphoria overtook her as the final stroke of the set landed.

“Thank you, Mistress. Thirteen! I am ready for the next set. Please cane me more!”

“I certainly will, slave. You are doing very well, you know. Many slaves would be in tears by now, begging me to stop. I am very pleased with you. How do you feel?”

“My backside is on fire and beginning to ache, Mistress, but I am fine. I think I have learned how to control the pain. I apologise for my misdemeanours at the start of the last set. I will try to control myself better.” A brave speech, knowing that the test was not over yet. Katie was silently delighted as she watched her lover and submissive take the beating she had ordered her to. Obedient slut. I’ll reward her tonight, for sure!

“For the fourth set, count normally from nineteen, thank me and beg for the next stroke. slave. And then there is the matter of three additional strokes. We will attend to those shortly.”

Evelyn used a lighter cane, which made plenty of noise, but did less damage to her caning virgin’s bottom. The sting was harsh but bearable and Georgina stoically took her beating without feeling the need to swear, shriek or miscount. She actually felt slightly disappointed that she hadn’t been tested more thoroughly over the final six strokes. They had seemed less awful than the previous set. Was she simply getting better at receiving a caning or what?

At the final stroke, Georgina let out a great breath. Thank you, Mistress, for my punishment. Twenty-four strokes.”

“I am very pleased with you, Georgina. You took your punishment exceptionally well, particularly at the last set. However, there is the business of your appalling language in the third set, and your miscounting. We will deal with that immediately. Three additional strokes. Do you recall what I told you earlier about my rules on caning?”

Georgina had been thinking of little else during the last part of her punishment. Evelyn only canes in sets of six. I have earned three. Is she going to make that up to six? Do I really have to take six more strokes? But these last six were frankly a little disappointing. I didn’t feel I was being properly punished. It was like she was letting me off.

“I do remember, Mistress. You only cane in sets of six. But I only earned three extra strokes. I know I deserve to be punished for breaking your rules, and as you said, there is only correction and discipline here in your punishment room, not mercy.” She took a deep breath.

“Would I be right in thinking that if a slave breaks the rules during her discipline session and earns additional punishment, that punishment would be harder than the one she was taking when she broke the rules?” Her heart was thumping and her throat half closed in fear, knowing what she was about to ask for.

“I think that would make sense, slave.” Evelyn reminding Georgina that she was still very much under Evelyn’s mercy. “I am sure a slave would wish to be corrected properly when she strays. So you agree? Additional punishment should be harder than standard? But is that what you truly want, Georgina?”

“Yes, I do, Mistress. I also agree that if a slave earns even one additional stroke, that should be rounded up to the set of six.” Sweating in fear and lust at the same time. Georgina’s heart thumped as she talked her way into a serious test of her resolve.

“So, are you requesting that I give you the full set of six extra punishment strokes?” Evelyn drawing it out of her, but also secretly gloating that in fact there was no coercion, Georgina was initiating and negotiating this all be herself. She wants a more severe caning!

“Yes, please, Mistress. Will you please increase my extra strokes to six.”

“And you want me to cane you harder than I did just now?” I deliberately caned her more gently for the final set, just in case she asked for something like this. I can raise the severity a little from that.

“Yes, Mistress. I felt the fourth set was less testing than the third and it was in the third set that I broke your rules and earned the punishment. I think the third set should be the level of punishment that I should be judged on, rather than the fourth set.”

Oh, my. She is a fine specimen. Scared of a caning, and here she is asking for a much harder one than she already had. Evelyn was delighted. She looked across at Katie and smiled widely, nodding in approval.

“You are quite right, Georgina. The third set was considerably harder than any of the others. Perhaps that is why you felt the need to swear and forget yourself. And now you would like me to cane you more severely than that? Is this truly what you want? Because I assure you, you will scream. In fact, I will gag you to ensure I don’t go deaf! And one more thing, six strokes will make you bleed. Do you want to bleed for your Mistress, slave?”

Yet another of those questions to which there can only be one response from a helpless naked slave secured over a caning bench with her bald, gaping cunt pouring lust-driven juices.

“Yes, Mistress. Please cane me severely, and please …” she gulped, gave a huge sob, tried and failed to shift her position and realising that she was completely immersed into her role, whispered “please, Mistress, make me bleed with every stroke.