CHAPTER NINE
Whilst Julie Jones was commencing her stamina training under the watchful eye of
William, James was continuing to enjoy the submission of Becca. After each
stroke, James had watched her with evident pleasure, as she performed her dance
of pain to the accompaniment of her own pitiful cries and sobs. How he enjoyed
the sight of her naked body reacting before him, her plump breasts bouncing, her
sweet body squirming so erotically as she danced her hopping, skipping, jig of
agony.
Then hearing her sobbing, he saw her reposition her aching bottom, sticking it
out, ready for the next descent of his stinging cane to land across her
defenceless cheeks. She made ready for another whistling swish and it's cut
would bite into Becca's poor bottom and then he would wait as another gasping
yell of pain would be forced from her sweet lips as she again uttered her
request for further strokes of the wicked implement of pain. James could see the
intensity of her efforts to comply with his orders accompanied by the shivering
apprehension she displayed, as she thrust out her bottom that must be aching
with the burning pain of the previous strokes.
Hearing Becca's sobbing and watching the way her shoulders shook as she
attempted to control the agony of his strokes, James allowed a smile to cross
his features. ~She is really beginning to feel it now ~. His fingers traced
across the vivid red welts of torment and he revelled in her pain.
It was already feeling like forever with the agony she felt as she awaited the
next strike. Becca continued her gentle sobs, trying to contain them,
determined to hold as much of it in as she could.
Letting Becca wait, James reached out his hand and again ran his fingers slowly
over the raised, angry livid weals that crossed the soft cheeks of her ass.
Suddenly she felt his fingers on the fresh welts. The sound she made was pained
but with an element of pleasure as she felt the touch could only be some sort of
admiration for the work he had done. Becca felt pride for taking what James had
dealt her so far as his fingers burned into her. She could tell the marks were
hard, and could imagine, without turning her head to look at herself in one of
the reflex ions, that the lines must be brilliant against her paler, unmarked
skin between them.
~ Shall I continue to lay it across the curve of her bottom, or should the rod
be visited on those soft areas of her upper thighs where the skin was alabaster
white and, as yet, unblemished by cuts of the cruel rod. ~ Thought James.
James tapped the rod against Becca's naked flesh, but this time instead of the
rondures of her ass, the whalebone length caressed the soft skin of the crease
between her buttocks and the start of her thighs.
~ Yes, if I can lay several strokes into this most tender of spots, I'll have
her dancing and begging for mercy. ~
"Remember to maintain your position, woman." James addressed Becca. "Make sure
that I hear your thanks and request for the next stripe clearly."
~ Such great pleasure can be derived out of making the submissive woman suffer
so severely that she sometimes finds it hard to maintain concentration on the
tasks set her!!! ~
Flinching again as the rod tapped lightly, lower on uncharted areas, Becca
realized James would inflict this punishment beyond her buttocks. The thoughts
made her dizzy and pulled an additional moan as she felt the cane touching her.
She was already close to pleading for it to end, but the need to prove herself
to him kept her from doing so. Tears trickled down from her eyes slow but heavy
as she wrestled with the need for her punishment to end.
"Yes Master . . . position . . . thanks . . . request. Your slave will do .. .
All you wish." Becca whispered in a broken voice then unwittingly tensed as she
felt the rod again. This punishment was far worse than the pain she had felt
when her ankle had been broken in a fall a few years back. This never faded; at
least it was too soon for it to fade. Only a bright sting. That and what she
was supposed to achieve for him was on her mind.
James glanced into the mirrored wall and relished the reflection of the naked
woman, bent before him the cane tapping slowly at that most sensitive of spots
where her thighs met the outward curve of her bottom cheeks. He watched the
soft flesh quivering as she reacted to the touch of the whalebone rod, and saw
the wet tears tracing their way across her face.
"Master . . . please, may your slave have a rest?" She asked suddenly. The
words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. The pain was intense,
it seemed logical to Becca that she would deserve a break for a moment instead
of the relentless strikes that came too quickly despite the anticipation she
felt keenly between them. "Please Master, I can barely stand . . ." she
muttered breathlessly yet still held the position, her backside high and ready.
She wanted to drop; she was exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. All of
it was a weight on her mind that she was beginning to have trouble bearing.
The stuttered request for a further stroke was music to James's ears, but then
the effect was ruined by her heart-felt plea for a rest from the infliction of
pain.
"What was that?" James questioned, looking down at Becca's backside still so
abjectly positioned for the next stripe of the rod. "You are requesting a
break, when you have not even received half of the allotted strokes. I thought
that you were intent on discovering your submission and here you are begging for
respite, after so short a
time."
Becca's cheeks, already flushed with the mixture of feelings and pain coursing
through her, seemed to turn crimson as she felt shame for the request she made.
She never broke position, a silent testament that she would endure all he would
give her as long as her legs would hold her. She fully realized that what he
had said was entirely true; the additional strokes above and beyond her allotted
punishment were not even an issue. On the heels of this thought was the
knowledge she would most likely have to endure even more before it was over.
Becca sobbed openly at these thoughts, feeling like a failure in James's eyes
but there was no way to retrieve her request.
James thought, ~ A break now may prove beneficial, as she is obviously unused to
suffering pain to this extent. ~
"Very well, woman." James responded. "I will allow you a 10 minute rest before
continuing. However, in view of your failure you will be required to suffer
additional punishment. Prior to repeating the six strokes again across your
ass, you will receive across the palms of each hand, two additional cuts of the
rod. Failure to offer and maintain your hands available for the cane will
result in the strokes being applied to the inside of your upper thighs."
After waiting a short time to allow the import of his words to register with
Becca, James allowed her to sit down on the floor to assist in her recovery.
Becca listened with growing apprehension and regret as he informed her of what
she would pay as a price for rest. Sinking to her knees, Becca did not put her
striped cheeks to the ground, as she knew it would only hurt. Instead she turned
and laid her wet cheek to his foot. "Thank you Master. Thank you for allowing
me . . . your slave to rest." she murmured. "She will take the cane on her
hands as the extra penalty." Becca spoke openly, almost without thought. There
she remained, slowly gaining control of her tears during the time her Master
allowed her. She was afraid that on top of the strokes to her palms, she would
now have to start over again with the original punishment, the way he had worded
it lead her to believe that and caused her to shudder in anticipation.
The rest time quickly passed and it seemed only moments until James ordered
Becca to kneel and to raise her right arm out in front of her, with the palm of
her hand uppermost, just level with her shoulders.
As commanded, Becca knelt up, only after placing a kiss to the top of his foot.
She positioned herself as ordered and held the trembling hand out, her left hand
laying facing upwards on her thigh. Her head was high but her eyes lowered.
Becca's breasts were thrust forward as she arched her back, while raising her
tender buttocks off her heels to avoid aggravating the welts. Her nipples were
hard and showed that she was feeling more than just pain. She was barely aware
of the arousal that remained as her body took the pain and fear, blending it
with the feelings her submission gave her.
Positioning the rod so that it lay across her pink palm, James raised the weapon
up to his eye level and then brought it whistling down to slash across the
offered hand, cutting viciously into the tender skin of her soft hand.
Becca's eyes were on her hand as she held it still, awaiting the cut of the
whalebone. One second it lay, seeming harmless across her palm. The next it
was slashing down across the soft skin, biting into her soft inner palm deeply.
Becca could not hold back the scream, her head falling back as the noise was
torn from her throat. The weight of the hit forced her arm down but she lifted
it back into position, her left hand coming up to grip her wrist around the cuff
that circled it.
Her eyes were clenched tight as the scream faded into a series of hiccupping
sobs. She opened them quickly, the blue of her irises shocking with the redness
surrounding her eyes. She watched in fascination as the welt rose on her skin,
first white then staining her palm with an angry looking weal.
Controlling her sobs, Becca fell into whimpering and repeated the litany she was
obligated to. "Your slave thanks you Master, she deserves this punishment and
begs for . . . the next strike." Still holding her right wrist in her left
hand, Becca glanced up to James's face to gauge, if she could, what he might
think of her display so far.
James's eyes glinted with sadistic relish as he watched Becca's determined
attempts to comply with his orders. He saw her shoulder muscles tense as she
endeavoured to present her hand for the next inevitable stripe of the whalebone
rod. It was quite clear that it was taking all her willpower to offer her pink
palm for torture.
~ After that first stroke, was she reminded of just how painful this form of
punishment was, not to speak of the humiliation of being beaten as a child might
be at school. ~
James saw how the weal rose thick and red across her palm and Becca's whole hand
seemed swollen and inflamed.
"Make sure that you maintain your hand available for the cane."
Becca felt incredibly small as she knelt before her Master, her hand out as she
waited for her punishment to continue. Her entire arm was aching from the
reverberations of the first hit to her palm. The throbbing echoing the stripes
on her backside. She wanted to throw herself down and beg for it to end; yet
just the thought brought her shame; she needed to be strong.
With these ominous words, James raised the length of torment again, but this
time paused holding the whalebone switch just above the proffered palm. He
gazed down into Becca's eyes and saw there the evidence of the effort that the
kneeling woman was making.
~ She must really desire to become the slave she professes to be. To witness the
determination in the naked woman was a joy and an experience to be truly
relished. ~
Deciding that there was only so much pleasure he could wring from the moment,
James lifted the whalebone switch back over his right shoulder and slashed
downwards, the cane biting deep into the palm of Becca's right hand leaving
another vivid weal at the base of her fingers, about one inch from the previous
stroke.
As James raised the cane, Becca reflexively cringed. She had to fight to not
pull her hand away and stared up fearfully as he held the whalebone ready to
strike. A moment later a second stripe was added to her palm. Becca cried out
and bent forward, leaning her arm on her thighs.
The pain was so bright, it almost seemed worse than the lashes to her ass cheeks
but this was fresh and visible, playing with her mind. Her cries faded into
injured sobs as she struggled to force the required words from her throat
"Stupid woman," said James his voice heavy with sarcasm. "Cannot you do
anything right? Well you know what's coming next!!"
Realising that she had her failed to obey the instruction not to break her
position, Becca's body shook with terror and she cried out "Please....please
Sir..Don't whip me there!! I beg you...."
"I will deal with your additional penalty when you have taken the cuts to your
left hand, foolish girl." James informed the kneeling figure that was kneeling
beseechingly mercy before him.
Without delay, James then ordered Becca to display her unmarked left hand for
the vicious cut of the whalebone switch, knowing the effort that she would need
to position her hand, sticking it out, ready for a new stripe of the stinging
cane to land across her defenceless palm.
As he waited for the kneeling woman to comply, James lightly tapped the cane
across his own palm and imagined the intense pain that Becca was suffering.
"Thank you Master . . . for having the patience to . . . teach your slave what
is required." Becca whimpered and lifted her left hand into position. She was
struck by the image of him standing naked as he tapped the cane across his palm
when she looked up again. "You slave wishes the next blow." She finally
whispered.
Her fresh hand hung in the air, shaking badly. Becca wondered how she would be
able to handle anything with her hands after this and swore again to do better.
But it was better to concentrate on finishing this punishment first, to keep her
courage to hold her hand out. It had already failed and she realised that more
strikes to her tender inner thighs would be coming next.
James listened to Becca's entreaty and marvelled at the effort she made to
request the next stroke of the cane across her unmarked left hand.
Wishing to draw out the process and also to emphasise his mastery over Becca,
James lowered the whalebone switch underneath Becca's hand and, tapping sharply
upwards, he said. "Let me see that hand raised high and offered properly for the
stroke."
James waited for Becca to comply with his order and then, after lifting the cane
on high, he brought it swiftly down to slash across the pristine palm. The
stroke mirrored the first cut to her right hand, and a vivid weal began to form
over the fullness of her hand.
Watching Becca's reaction to the vicious cut of the cane, James felt a stirring
in his belly and, looking down he saw the physical manifestation of his
response. His member displayed a rigid stiffness and the moist tip quivered
before the gaze of the naked kneeling woman. Taking the base of his shaft
between his thumb and forefinger, he slowly caressed its length towards the
bulbous head that emerged from his foreskin and reflected on the power he held
over Becca.
~Should I indulge myself and have her again place it within the soft warm
confines of her mouth to suck and caress with her silken tongue? But no, there
will be pleasures to be had using her mouth in the future, now let us
concentrate on the matter in hand and ensure that she remembers this session
well. ~
"Let me hear your request, girl." James instructed. "And after this next
stroke, we can get back to the business in hand." James laughed softly at his
pun and he continued.
"Remember, if you break position again or fail in your efforts, the inside of
your upper thighs will be feel eight cuts of this instrument."
Becca gasped as James brought the cane down and tapped the back of her upturned
hand. "Yes Master." She said quickly and raised her hand higher than before,
level with her eyes, which she quickly cast down.
A moment later her clear hand erupted with the brilliant sting of the switch.
She made a valiant effort to keep herself from screaming fully again, as her
hand dropped down. It was a failed attempt. Her face screwed up into a grimace
of pain as her body followed her hand, until she rested on both elbows on the
floor.
It felt as if she had been hit a dozen times at various parts of her body. Her
hands throbbed miserably her palms stinging from the welts raised and outwards
to her fingers as well as back and deep into her arms. Becca lost herself for a
moment as she stared through her tears down at her hands. Her breathing coming
in quick deep breaths as she tried to will herself to continue. Each strike had
brought her closer to new pleas for mercy.
Sniffling, she finally raised herself up and raised her hand high again. Her
fingers twitched and she whimpered as she tried to hold it steady. She had
missed the sight of James stroking himself but was very aware of his erection as
a visible indicator to the pleasure he was taking in her suffering. This was
comforting to her but barely so.
"Yes Master." She replied softly and took in a deep breath to steady herself. ~
Why did I not choose to be bound for punishment? ~ She thought dismally and made
a gentle sobbing noise again as she heard his soft laugh.
"Thank you Master. Your slave awaits the next stroke." It was not as artful as
her past declarations but Becca was quickly losing the place of mind to find the
right words. She only wanted it all to be done and fought to hold her hand
steady as it kept dropping down a few inches. She did not wish to feel even
more of the whalebone striking her inner thighs and was determined to please him
by avoiding additional punishment. She only hoped that she would be able to
keep her hand in place once the cane was en-route to her hand.
"Keep that hand up, woman." James instructed Becca as he noticed that her
offered palm had dropped slightly. "If you fail, you'll feel this cane slicing
into soft inner thigh flesh eight times instead of four."
James raised the switch up above Becca's hand and brought it crashing down with
the full power of his arm, to smash across her left palm raising another vivid
weal of torment.
A second later, and the punishment was finished. Becca was again bent low to
the floor, her wounded hands flat on the ground before her as she mewled in
agony after the scream she had been unable to hold in.
Stepping back, James gave Becca little time to recover from the ordeal of having
her hands caned,
"Now we will deal with your failure to maintain the correct position by visiting
your inner thighs with this little instrument." James commented, waving the slim
whalebone switch before Becca's tear filled eyes. "It will now be my pleasure to
punish you for that fault," said James as he pulled Becca off her knees by the
simple expedient of gripping her hair in his right fist.
James took hold of Becca's left hand in his firm grip, crushing the badly
swollen palm with sadistic delight. "Come, let us not delay in completing your
request."
He then lead Becca over to a metal triangle, some 8 feet high at the apex and
with a base 5 feet in length set into the floor of the basement. At each
corner, there were suitable restraints to make secure wrists and ankles. The
unit would be invaluable for any occupier of the house wishing to chastise their
slaves.
James swiftly fixed her bracelet 'd' rings to the top of the contraption and
secured her ankle bracelets to the restraints at the base spreading Becca's legs
wide. Thus, the naked figure of Becca was openly available to whatever James
wanted to do.
Retrieving the leather crop in his right hand, James proceeded to flick the end
of the weapon several times lightly across the soft flesh of Becca's left inner
thigh, about 2 inches above her knee joint. He watched with a wicked glint in
his eye, the muscles flexing under her smooth soft skin as her futile attempts
to close her legs met with no success.
Lifting the switch back over his left shoulder, James brought the wicked
instrument of pain down sharply to cut into Becca's thigh flesh just about the
spot that had received the touch of the switch.
There was a slight pause before Becca's shrill scream echoed around the room as
James watched the thin switch cut into the straining flesh and the white stripe
quickly fill with red.
"Please, please Master....I'm sorry.....please no more!! I beg you please ...no
more." Becca sobbed, her tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to absorb
the awful torment of the stroke. The room echoed with Becca's cries for mercy
but the walls were as receptive as James and he studiously ignored her sobbing
requests for relief.
The tethered body of Becca squirmed and writhed on the triangle as, with little
delay and using his skill as a tennis player, he performed a perfect forehand
stroke as he slashed the rod into her right thigh at the same level. Becca
attempted to absorb the excruciating pain lancing through the soft intimate
flesh of her inner thighs. With scarcely a seconds thought, James performed
another backhand and the whalebone switch cut deep into the soft thigh flesh
about 2 inches from her spread labial lips. He watched the cane sink deep into
her yielding inner right thigh to mirror the previous cut.
James stepped back so that he could appreciate the widespread posture imposed on
Becca, as her legs were held taut by the ankle bracelets fixed to the metal
triangle. His eyes glinted with pleasure as he looked upon the two angry
parallel welts that now decorated each of Becca's inner thighs.
Releasing Becca from her stringent bondage James said. "Now we have some
unfinished business with your backside, woman so we will recommence with the
caning. I recall that, in view of your request for a break, I decided that you
would have start at the beginning with all six strokes to come!!! Do you still
feel confident that you will be able to dispense with any restraints, or will
you request to be pinioned whilst you receive 12 strokes instead?"
