1. A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 13


    Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    though.” Her hands both reached around my upper body and her hands started to knead my breasts. At first I didn’t react, but after a while the sensation was too intense to ignore, and a soft moan escaped. That was her cue. Her breath tickled my ear. “Remember when I told you I’d go easy on you if you are good?” I quickly nodded. “Well,” she declared in a joyful voice, “I lied.” She stepped in front of me again, a cheery smile on her wrinkled face, and I frantically shook my head. “Oh, you’re all eager to start,” she willfully misinterpreted my pleading, “but you don’t know what’s going to happen yet. You see, I want to try to really make the message sink in. So I’m going to give you a nice caning. One stroke for each dollar I spent for the dress. Isn’t that fair?” Again I shook my head. Eight hundred strokes with the cane? She would beat me into a bloody pulp. Tears of desperation ran down my cheeks while I tugged futilely on my bonds. Her fingers touched my cheek and I froze. She looked deep into my eyes, her own burning with a hunger that sent goosebumps down my spine. “Bunnie,” she whispered, “naughty little Bunnie. You were a bad girl, weren’t you?” I nodded hesitantly. “And bad girls need to be punished, don’t they?” Her index finger traced along my lips and followed the wide circle into which the ball gag had formed them. Her touch tingled. My eyes seeked out the wicked, shiny cane in her hand, and the part of me that had revelled in the pain of Anne’s clamps and the ...
    bites and slaps bubbled up inside me. I feared the cane, yes, but I also couldn’t wait to feel it on my skin, make it burn and ache and drive home that helplessness. I wanted to submit like I never had before. I nodded again, slowly and exaggeratedly. The game was on. She vanished from view again, and I could only stand there, sobbing and fearing the worst. When the loud smack filled the air, I shrieked like a banshee. The line of fire that developed on the top of my bum made me sure that she had sliced right through my skin, and I thrashed like mad with the little leeway the bonds allowed me. The next stroke fell only seconds later, and she kept up the rhythm, laying one searing line after another on my body, slowly working her way down my bottom. Tears streamed down my cheeks in small rivers, mixed with the drool seeping through the gag and dribbled down my chin, from where it dripped onto the floor and my chest. The pain was incredible. The cane reached the underside of my bum, and my cries reached a new urgency. The soft skin at the top of my thighs felt like being ripped off. I lost all sense of time while the cruel woman worked her way methodically down the back of my legs, and I almost couldn’t believe it when she stopped above my knees. I slumped in my bonds, totally exhausted and not caring anymore about the pain in my shoulders this produced. But I wasn’t given long to rest, however uncomfortable that rest was. Ice-cold water hit me in the face, and I sputtered awake ...
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