The Alternative

Liz sensed my mortification. “It’s quite normal, this happens to a lot of men at this stage. The humiliation is part of the punishment.” Then she began to ominously roll up her sleeves.

I noticed Liz was a bit flushed herself and wondered if she was at all turned on by this. The atmosphere was electric as we prepared ourselves for our different roles in the violence ahead.

I sat on the couch and pulled off my socks, standing I caught her eye and she grinned. I smiled weakly in return. Only one item of clothing to go.

I stood, my hands hesitated at the waistband of my boxers, I realised my erection wasn’t going to get any less prominent, bit the bullet and whisked them down. I saw Liz glance at my straining cock and it visibly twitched with my excitement. I am reasonably well endowed and I was more turned on than I had been in a while. Was that weird? Maybe it was the fear.

“Okay, sit down and I’ll take your blood pressure.”

I sat on the couch, humiliated and nervous, stiff cock straining up at a jaunty angle, clearly uninterested in the seriousness of the situation I supposed it wasn’t the body part that was about to get thrashed. Thank god.

This was crazy, she could take her clothes off too and we could just blissfully fuck instead of… this. She wrapped a cuff around my arm.

“I know we could have done this before you were naked, but like I said, the humiliation is part of the punishment and this is how we’re instructed to do it. Sorry.”

She seemed genuinely apologetic. We were somehow both in this together, though to be fair I was the only one who wouldn’t be sitting comfortably afterwards. She ripped off my cuff.

“Slightly elevated but you’re perfectly fit for punishment, sorry. Sorry, I keep apologising. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, I understand.”

“You don’t, it really is shatteringly painful and I’ve never done this to someone I know before.”

I put my slightly shaking hand on her arm and. “To be honest, this isn’t really helping me much. I know you’re just doing your job and I don’t expect any favours. You’re not going to permanently damage me… you’re not are you?”

She shook her head.

“Okay, so let’s just get through this. We’re just two people who have to undergo a procedure. If you still feel bad afterwards, you can take me out to dinner. Somewhere with cushioned chairs.”

She smiled.

“Okay, I’ll pull myself together. Stand up, face away from me and bend and grab your knees.”

“You’ve not going to -” I started, alarmed.

“It’s okay, nothing’s going up your ass, I just need to formally check the target.”

I assumed the position, keenly feeling the embarrassment of the submissive position. She ran her fingers gently across the skin of my bottom.

“Plenty of muscle tone. Skin is pristine, no blemishes, pimples or rashes.”

“Are you saying I have a nice ass?”

She chuckled and patted my backside.

“It’s an exemplary ass. Congratulations, you’ve passed the inspection and are fit to be caned, please stand back against the wall, I need to loosen up.”

I was uncertain if I was meant to stand facing the wall like a naughty schoolboy or not and decided Liz would tell me if that was the case, so I simply stood back and watched while she lined up the cane with the padded area of the bench where my exemplary ass would shortly be, struck her pose with cane in the air and…WHOOP CRACK!

If I hadn’t been stark naked, I probably would have run from the house. She was mesmerising to watch in action. A controlled, fluid strike with an elegant twist of the body and flick of the wrist for maximum power.

WHOOP CRACK!

WHOOP CRACK!

WHOOP CRACK!

WHOOP CRACK!

WHOOP CRACK!

The last two strikes were even harder. In my naked state I felt exquisitely vulnerable. I realised my fingers were gently massaging my cheeks, trying to imagine that blurred strike impacting them.

Liz turned, all business.

“Okay let’s get this done. On the bench.”

I mounted up and she deftly fastened velcro straps around my wrists, ankles, upper thighs and then my lower back. Before I had entirely registered it, I was completely immobilised, helpless. My nose chose this moment to start itching

“Comfortable?” She asked incongruously. I tried to move and couldn’t. I felt a thread of panic when I realised I was totally at her mercy.

“Calm your breathing.” She said, rubbing my back. “Just accept what’s about to happen. You’ll get through it.”

I took a few slow breaths.

“Look, sorry, this sounds ridiculous, but could you possibly just scratch my nose for me?”

Gravely she scratched my nose.

“Bit to the left… ah, that’s got it. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I am about to start the recording. Please remember not to swear from this point or you will receive extra strokes.”

My heart lurched. I didn’t realise it was being recorded.

“It’s okay, it’s just for verification. It will be destroyed as soon as it’s signed off at head office. I’m going to cane you six times, about ten seconds apart, then you get a minute’s break and the next six, so it will be all over in about three minutes.”

She disappeared behind me and presumably switched on the camera. Her voice took a formal tone.

“Case 125447. Twelve strokes with the delrin cane. Subject is medically able to proceed and has been briefed on the procedure. Is that correct and do you consent to this procedure being carried out?”

“Procedure.” I thought bitterly, but responded to the affirmative in a hoarse voice.

“First six strokes.

The cane gently tapped my buttocks and I jumped. Tap tap tap. She was lining me up. It withdrew. Oh shit. Oh shit. She was about to whip that cane into my unprotected bottom.

“Prepare yourself.”

I tried to relax. I hear the whisper of fabric as she moved and imagined her assuming her graceful pose, cane aloft. Any moment now…

Whoosh THWACK!

“Uh!” I grunted, mostly in surprise at the jolt of it and the meatier sound my buttocks made compared to the padding Liz had warmed up on. A line of fire formed across my bottom and for an instant I thought it would be manageable, then a wave of pain jolted my entire body like an electric shock.

“OW! SHIT! OWWWW!”

The pain crescendoed and I tried to hold myself together. Eleven more. I tried to breathe evenly, then I realised I’d just sworn. Oh shit.

The terrible cane crashed into my buttocks again. I wasn’t surprised but gasped as the wave went through me a second time but worse. I wanted to writhe against the agony to no avail, I was held tight. I didn’t swear but let out a long outraged groan.

The third strike landed. “Ohhhhhh.” I said as if commentating on a particularly good golf shot.

I began to writhe through the next three savage strikes, the gap just enough for the pain to blossom. After the sixth, I gave a shout of pain and Liz paused and the pain faded to the point where I regained some rhythm to my breathing.

“Okay, that’s six. Have a short break while I check the damage.”

I felt her fingers trace the ridges of my welted bottom. It was unbearable and yet strangely numb at the same time over the top of a deep fiery pain and my legs were trembling uncontrollably.

“There are red raised welts, a couple are already purple, but they are perfectly parallel and your skin is intact.” She sounded pleased with herself, which was somewhat galling. “I targeted the top half of the impact zone and in the next six will work my way downwards. It’s more sensitive there, and you’ll certainly know about it when you sit down for the next couple of weeks, but I don’t think I’ll break the skin. You have another thirty seconds. Try and compose yourself.”

Try and compose myself? I couldn’t believe Liz, this lovely sensitive woman a mother of a child in my son’s class was about to put me through the same brutal ordeal again.

“Please, could we just stop? I really have learned my lesson.”

I struggled in my bonds. This was insane, I was trussed up at this woman’s mercy and she had no mercy at all as far as I could tell.

“Do you have to hit me so hard?” I hated the whine in my voice.

“You’re halfway through your designated corporal punishment and if you stop now, you will serve the entire suspension. Do you really want that?”

“No.” I muttered.

“Shall I proceed?”

“Are you sure I’m not bleeding?”

“You’re not. I can’t guarantee you won’t be after the next set but I will do my best not to overlap any strokes. The lower half of your buttocks is clear. I have plenty of room to strike. You’ll remember it sitting down for a while but you’ll probably get away without any broken skin. Are you willing to proceed?”

She gently ran her fingers gently over the currently unblemished lower portion of my bottom, which she was kindly proposing to severely damage. I shivered. I realised I was hysterical. I couldn’t afford to have my licence suspended, but it all seemed so unnecessary.

“Yes.” I stated as calmly as I could. “Please, not so hard.”

A pause. The cane rested dead centre of my bottom momentarily. She was lining me up.

I tensed against the awful moment, realised I should relax and

THWACK!

The break had given the numbness time to fade and the resumption was twice as painful.

THWACK!

“AHHH! GOD!”

THWACK!

“OW! OW! OUCH!” I panted wildly against the terrible impacts against the lower parts of my abused bottom.

THWACK!

“”AH! FUCK! You CUNT!” That was very low, near the crease where my ass met my thighs. I was suddenly terrified she would hit my balls.

“Please don’t hit my-”

THWACK!

She was right down the bottom of my arse. Perhaps it was the relief she hadn’t hit my balls (of course she hadn’t, the rational part of my brain said) but I just grunted like an animal.