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The Game: Caning, a random chapter

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By *oss25 OP   Man
over a year ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

This was a chapter of a story Shybel and I wrote, loved doing it and loved meeting her after it was finished.......Hi B xxx

Ruth bends seductively over, ready to spin the bottle. She looks at each of us, making sure she catches our eyes and reads the dark thoughts swirling behind them. We are all squirming, sitting cross legged or lounging, legs stretched to the side, all eagerly anticipating the next spin and the next scrap of paper. The tension is palpable as the bottle slows pointing at Pete, Ruth offers him the bowl and he plucks the nearest piece. Pete is always direct, forceful and in control, and I love him for all these qualities and more. Caning: 15 strokes, pain threshold to be agreed My eyes widened, my pussy and arse began to twitch, remembering the last time Pete caned me, how incredibly intense it had been. Ruth looked at Pete and told him 8, I winced, that's a high threshold I thought, I started to question whether she understood but she blew me a kiss and smiled.

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By *oss25 OP   Man
over a year ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

Pete asked her to take off her t shirt but leave her heels and panties on, at least for now. He picked up the cane and flexed it to see how much give and whip there was in it. It was thin and about 36 inches long, slightly knarled. He asked her to bend over the wooden back of the chair and brace herself on the seat. We were all transfixed, tension was crackling between us and we all wanted to see and hear the first switch across her arse. Pete stood at 90 degrees to her and laid the cane across her arse cheeks and the camel toe her pussy had made. She was wet, the tell tale patch visible as her juices escaped her lips. Her cheeks were tensed and she held her breath as Pete pulled back his arm then.....waited.

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By *oss25 OP   Man
over a year ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

Ruth's breasts were pert and upside down they were tantalising, Pete glanced at them then struck, square across both cheeks. Ruth cried out, a sharp high pitched yelp as the pain ballooned from the red line left on her cheeks. I squirmed, desperate to touch myself, to feel the pain that so rapidly turns to intense pleasure, to submit so totally to another, to be owned. Strike two, exactly the same place, Ruth cries out, her legs wobble. She adjusts her hold and nods to Pete, carry on she said. Strike 3, same result, warming her up ready for the heavier harder strikes that were to come. I look around at everyone, we are all spellbound. The boys all have hard ons, the girls all damp and breathing heavily. Sean is staring at Pete's cock, trying not to touch himself, hard and throbbing. Strike 4, another cry, Pete still on or around a 5 on the pain scale. He gently eases Ruth's panties down and leaves them around her ankles. Her arse is red with 4 distinct welts across both cheeks, close together.

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By *oss25 OP   Man
over a year ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

I need to see him carry on, my body is aflame with need and desire, I wish it were me hanging over that chair, crying, desperate for the escape the pain gives me. Strike 5, slightly higher, then 6 and 7 follow quickly and her cry becomes a long groan. Pain and pleasure combined and Ruth is in a place where every sensation is elevated, every nerve ending on fire, every erogenous zone burning with desire. The pain crowds her brain, no room for anything except pain and pleasure. Strike 8 is hard and in the sit zone, I flinch, my threshold is much lower than this, I wonder how she can possibly take much more. Tears are streaming down her upturned face, mascara running her face contorted with pain. Please Sir, can I have some more.....Pete grins, stroked his cock and strikes her again same place. Her legs buckle and she nearly falls. She asks me in a shaky voice to hold her shoulders to help support her. I jump up, stroke her hair and kiss her neck and take hold. Pete senses enough is enough in that area and laying the cane across her cheeks he presses it against her pussy. A thin glistening thread of her juices is visible as he slowly removes the cane. Thwack, thwack, thwack more gentle but carefully placed so both cheeks and her lips are all struck. She sobs and smiles, the pain and the pleasure, both too much to bear. 3 more to go, Ruth asks him to finish. 1 hard strike across her left cheek, her legs give way. I hold her tight. 1 hard strike across the right, hers tears running unchecked across her face. 1 last strike, both cheeks and her pussy, it was hard and she cries out, her pain very real, her face screwed up as she summons the strength to stand. Pete takes her in his arms and holds her tight against his body and throbbing cock. She rubs herself across him enjoying the sensation of it, desperate to feel it deep in her pussy. Malcolm intervenes and placing a cushion down for Ruth and checking she is Ok he hands Pete the bottle. We hold our breath, that had been so intense, so much more than any of us could have borne and yet it was so incredibly erotic. None of us could wait for much longer, we all knew release would be soon and Avril begged Pete to spin the bottle.......

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By *oss25 OP   Man
over a year ago

Flitwick and Fakenham

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