First training (ve) by Anonymous

Author:Anonymous [Anonymous]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: home_sex

SWEEE-ISSSSH!

Ah, how it bit and burned, that first caressing of the cane on my exposed globe! Caressing yes, for such was her manner that it skimmed my hemispheres, though I would have thought for an instant that it had urged white heat deep into me. I ground my teeth and closed my eyes, feeling the insurgent heat and stinging deep inside my peach. HOOOO-IITTTT! came then the song of the cane once more, and this time its passage was lower, coming up beneath my bulge so that I all but squealed out loudly and felt the tongues of fire lick all about my cleft.

“What a bumptious young bottom she has, has she not?” our stepmother asked quite conversationally.

“It… it is lovely, yes,” Sarah choked.

“So smooth, so round, so pert, so beautifully offered. Mark that her hips move well but that she has not cried out. What a young Amazon she will be!”

The compliment was well taken, but not the next SWEEEE-IISSSSH! which I swear stung deeper into me and brought tears splashing on the carpet from my eyes. I wanted truly to scream out to ask her to stop, but knew that such would be my true undoing. I squeezed my nether cheeks which reared and jerked. Slivers of fire shot through me and I felt as if I had been sat in nettles, so awful was the sensation.

“My sweet Clara,” I heard our stepmother say, and then to Sarah: “Fetch the oil, my love-that little flask upon the table there.”

Oh, was it over? I begged for it to be, shut my eyes tight and felt the swimming of my helpless tears.

“Hold the cane a moment, Sarah. It becomes you to do so, for you will learn to wield one soon enough-though not on Clara. Still, my pet, hold your hot bottom firm,” was said to me and then a finger came, well oiled, and rubbed all round and into my rosette, bringing a faint squeak from me that evidently was forgiven. Round and round the fingertip swirled on the perimeter of my rosehole, urging drops of oil within. A little loving smack then on my burning cheeks and I was seeming done-the wicked route prepared. But no.

“Do you understand, Sarah?” I heard asked and then HOOOO-ITTTT!

“THEEEE-OOOOH!” I gritted, though as silently as can be, for it was indeed a harsh one and bit me deeply as if my poor bottom had been assailed by a thousand wasps.

“I d… d… d… yes,” responded Sarah.

“WHAT do you understand, Sarah?”… SWEEEISSSSH!

“NAR-HAR-HAAAAAR!” I cried within myself and screamed as silently for Sarah to reply.

“That… that… that we must be s… s… submissive.”

“To their pricks, when I wish it. WELL?”

“Yes!”

Oh, what a heartfelt cry, for she saw the cane raised anew, as afterwards she told me, and thus did our stepmother play off my “punishment” against her confession. My bottom cheeks were raging. I could no more fend off the fire than I could rise. By clenching my hemispheres I sought to draw it

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