Chapter 11

The man held the rattan cane near one end and swishing it back and forth rapidly, it made a kind of vvVVvv vvVVvv vvVVvv sound. He came up towards her right side and moved it slowly closer to her right butt cheek. Ever so closer, her breathing slowly calming, when tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap ... the cane smacked her butt cheek about 5 or 6 times in a row. She flinched, but then realized it hadn’t hurt yet, just surprising her. The man expertly pulled it back, even with both cheeks, stopping the motion and with a quick wrist flick, the cane hit hard, once, across the tops of both cheeks, straddling the top inch or so of her butt’s valley. SNAP!

The girl’s body had gone rigid, arching forward and away from the strike, a small yelp escaping. Her body, still tensed up, had lost contact with the ground and she swung freely for just a second, until she relaxed her core muscles. The man set the cane down on the bed and moved back and behind the girl. Squatting down behind her, he put both hands to either side of her lower hips and brought his thumbs in and over the slowly reddening line. He pressed both thumbs into the top of the butt-crack and moved them in a circular motion. She flinched when he first touched her, but then the girl quickly realized if both hands were on here, that meant only one strike with the cane!

The man continued the circular motions with the tips of his thumbs, separating them slowly along the slightly reddened line. At the same time, he blew on the area softly. The girl’s hyperventilating in fear was slowly replaced with quick gasps of breath. She wasn’t sure what was happening now. He was rubbing the spot he had smacked with the cane, and while the pain was still present, what he was doing felt ... good?

Then the man leaned forward and lightly kissed the top of her crack and letting go of her hips, he stood.

“There, that wasn’t too terrible, was it?”

The girl didn’t respond, but he didn’t really expect her to. He moved back to the unused implements and picked up a crop. this was a three-foot-long cane with a thick leather pad at one end. The man didn’t give the girl time to prepare, or to even realize he had the next implement. He simply moved around to the front and pulling it back in front of her groin, he smacked it into her mons pubis, smacking the area right where her pubic hair would be if she hadn’t shaved it off.

“Owwwwwwww”, she yelled out, again involuntarily flinching her groin back and away from the strike. The girl again started hyperventilating and panicked. She started twisting and flinching, expecting another strike at any moment.

The man set the crop down and squatted down in front of the girl. He grabbed her hips the same as he had done from the rear, extending his thumbs towards each other and pressed them into her lower groin. She let out a little whine and tried to pull her hips back but had no leverage. Slowly, ever so slowly, her breathing calming, she again realized that what he was doing with his thumbs, well ... did it hurt? The skin where he had struck was still stinging, but the movement and rubbing as he pressed in with his thumbs felt ... felt...

The girl realized she was still hyperventilating, but now, instead of in pain, she was, she was ... oh ... my ... god that felt good!

As he squatted in front of the girl, slowly massaging down low, he never went down far enough to hit her clitoris, but he continued rubbing. If he was on the inside, he’d be right at the girl’s g-spot. Finally, about 20 seconds later he smelled it. She was now panting and was starting to get aroused. He could smell her arousal. So, letting go, he stood in front of her. As he stood up, stopping the rubbing, the small almost inaudible whine turned into a small sob.