A Pinch of Pain

The first lash of the cane upon Gail's bare ass was astonishingly painful, as was the second and the third, which followed fast upon it. The slender, petite, young woman gasped, gritting her teeth, as tears sprang to her tightly closed eyes. Her cock and balls, which lay between her creamy thighs, were incongruous, given the rest of her obviously feminine charms.

Behind her, Gail's husband, Kevin--they had been married for three years now, to this very day, having wed when Gail was eighteen and he was nineteen--studied the angry pink lines that the rattan cane had created across the sleek expanses of his target's arched mounds. His cock twitched and stirred, as it always did when he contemplated the effects of his handiwork. His wife had a lovely bottom. The cheeks were round and firm, the furrow between them deep, and the flesh covering them both smooth and pale--except, of course, where the blood had risen, to form the three parallel stripes across her buttocks and where it would rise again--and again--to form others of a brighter and deeper hue. Her cock, like his own, had swelled. It had stiffened, and, although it was sandwiched between her upper legs, pointing downward, it was half-erect.

Naked, except for the stiletto heels that both tightened and elevated her buttocks and made standing more difficult for her, especially when her bottom was being ruthlessly caned, Gail was draped over a special sawhorse-like frame, over a folded child's-size mattress. Her arms and legs were secured to the legs of the frame, in Velcro-fastened cuffs, to restrict her movements and prohibit any attempt on her part to escape. The uncomfortable position, the fetters, and her nudity increased both her sense of vulnerability and her humiliation, demonstrating, as it were, her utter helplessness and loss of dignity. She knew, when she assumed this awkward and uncomfortable position, that she was utterly at Kevin's mercy, just as she knew that he was unmerciful and that he would spank--or beat--her mercilessly. The display of her male genitals, too, was embarrassing to her, for there was no hiding them, tugged down, between her thighs, as they were, thanks to her husband's attention to such details.