1. A Bunnie To Play With - Chapter 13


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

    again. Helen stood in front of me, an empty plastic bowl in one hand, the cane in the other, a wide grin spread over her face. “Tut tut, Bunnie, no slacking off in the middle of such an entertaining evening.” I fumed inside, and if I hadn’t been bound up this tight, I would have kicked her. Instead I could only grunt and wiggle. “Ah, eager again. Don’t worry, the first quarter of your punishment is already over.” The first quarter? My puffy, red-rimmed eyes must have become big like saucers, because she began to laugh throatily at my desperation. “Oh, don’t look so surprised,” she admonished, “eight hundred strokes aren’t done in ten minutes. But I’ve got one good message for you - after I’m done with your frontside, I’ll do away with the cane.” The word ‘frontside’ echoed through my brain, but somehow, I didn’t want to make the connection, not even when Helen threw the bowl to the side and took up position a little to my side. When she took aim with the cane, I simply closed my eyes. The first stroke fell on my stomach, right at the top of my pussy, and made me jerk like mad. But once the most searing pain had faded, I couldn’t suppress my curiosity any longer and looked down. A thin red line formed on my stomach, perfectly horizontal. And while it had felt as if it simply ripped through all the layers of my skin, it hadn’t even drawn blood. The next stroke fell just a quarter of an inch above it, and I saw the impact ripple my stomach like a rock thrown into water - before ...
    the pain hit me and my eyes once more blurred. She worked onwards, merciless, the only sounds in the room the rhythmic smacks of the cane, her hissing breath when she delivered them, and my wails and sobs. She stopped when she reached my ribcage, and for a small moment I allowed myself some hope, but she only stepped a bit backwards and changed her stance. Before I could even start to panic at the incredible thought that she would strike my sensitive breasts, she did just that, snapping up the cane against the underside of my tits. It was worse than anything before. And she struck again, shifting her weight as she went higher, painting my precious tits with lines of searing pain. When she hit my nipples I nearly passed out, and she graciously allowed me a few minutes to compose myself. Not that I would have minded passing out at that point. When she picked up the cane again and covered the rest of my tits, my inner resistance was broken. I just silently sobbed, dangling from my bound hands, and just took every new painful stroke of the cane and felt my breasts swell and pulsate with heat. I hardly reacted when she finished torturing my breasts, which were swollen and felt twice their size by now, and start to flick the inside of my thighs with the tip of the cane. Left, right, left, right, the cruel strips wandered up my legs. But when she came close to my pussy, the softest of my skin, a switch fell in my head. I cannot describe it any other way, because that is just how it ...
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