Saturday, 15 January 2011

Sharing and suffering

Story from Phoenix 44.

Sharing and suffering

Sue and Kate were the closest of close friends, sharing in just about everything they did and whilst Sue, who was nineteen and the younger of the pair was at university, Kate, just a year older, worked as a cashier in a bank. Both girls lived at home for financial reasons.

Sue was a mischievous, blue-eyed, clear complexioned, long legged blonde, with a hint of blossoming femininity; her angelic face, tanned by the early summer sun, was attractive enough, but when coupled with firm, upthrusting breasts, usually bra-less – the effect was devastating, and she knew she could hold the attention of most men with little or no effort. Her pert, but full rounded bottom, which she usually chose to encase in the tightest of denim jeans or micro-minis, caught and held many attentive gazes, and she was aware also that it wasn't only the men who gave her admiring glances!

Kate, by comparison, was a little less stunning, but nevertheless pretty, with dark brown hair, which she usually wore in two bunches, and whilst somewhat taller then Sue, was well proportioned, with a tiny waist set between a slim firm bottom and generous breasts, which like Sue, she usually allowed to go unfettered by a bra. Her nipples were, it seems, nearly always in a state of erection, and certainly presented an attractive sight when she sported her favourite white tee-shirt, which allowed her full breasts to sway gently as she walked. Her legs, slim and firm, were just a fraction longer then Sue's, and could have been designed to wear mini-skirts or shorts; she and Sue often competing with each other as to who could get away with wearing the shortest mini or briefest of shorts.

Both girls were happy-go-lucky individuals who enjoyed the company of the male sex and were keen to play the field. Each had had a 'crush' on numerous men, often the same ones at different times, but these tended not to be too serious or long-lived and there always seemed to be a steady stream of 'hopefuls' asking for a date. Despite such ardent attentions both girls had managed, surprisingly, to preserve their virginity; after a first date they were not averse to allow their respective 'Beau' a certain amount of access to their charms, but drew the line when frustrated youths had wanted to exchange searching fingers for hardening, rampant manhood, and despite allowing those hands to freely fondle their softly yielding, nubile bodies, they had always insisted in keeping on, as a minimum, their panties, even if those same hands, having assisted with the removal of all other items of clothing, did manage to delve under the restrictive elastic of tiny nylon briefs and search out their downy, moist sensitive regions. Sue and Kate were equally responsive in these situations but were not prepared to take the chance of an unwanted pregnancy despite being on the pill, and therefore limited their own pleasures rather than take such risks. Heavy petting was something that quite often left them feeling just as frustrated as their partners although, once or twice, a more experienced and adventurous one might, in his explorations between parted thighs, find the trigger spot that would bring wonderful shudders of delight and ecstasy and leave the grateful girl trembling with spent satisfaction.

John, who was Sue's 'latest' had often provided such welcome relief, and if, on occasion during a heavy petting session, he gave her a playful slap on her panty covered rear, she didn't regard it as something she should get upset about, and if it was several smacks she found the warm afterglow rather pleasant. She would, if the mood prevailed, tease John to the point where he would react even more firmly, when a smacked bottom became an accepted and quite regular part of their private sexual adventures, although John never seemed particularly conscious that Sue was directly turned on by a vigorous spanking. He never graduated to using anything on her pert little bottom other than his firm right hand and quite often Sue idly wondered what it might be like to be more severely chastised, but could never summon up the courage to ask for it outright for fear of making John think that she was in anyway 'peculiar', prefering to retain his friendship than take the chance of losing it.

Sue had often hinted about her feelings regarding haying her bottom spanked to Kate and she raised the subject again whilst they were relaxing at Kate's house listening to some records. Kate expressed mild amusement that Sue should have even considered it strange to enjoy such treatment.

'I can really get turned on by it' she confessed smilingly, 'I think it's exciting to have a boy turn me over his lap and spank my behind until it realty glows. Some are too soft though – I like it hard – Richard is the best so far, although its taken me months to convince him that I really do enjoy it! He knows he can't make love to me fully but if he spanks me properly and thoroughly I let him do just about anything else he likes and then I might give him a 'blow job' to show my appreciation. Once I've got him in the right mood I strip-off down to my 'nicks' which he then usually pulls hard up between my legs so that they slip into my slot at the front and disappear tightly between my bottom cheeks – I love to feel my bottom fully exposed and the sensation between my legs is magic! He then strips right down to his briefs, sits on the bed, and pulls me forcibly across his lap – by this time I can usually feel him as hard as a rock against my tightly encased mound – even more so when he starts slapping me and I have to press down on him to escape the pain as it builds up. I squirm a lot but I insist that he keeps on with the spanking, even when I cry out loud. He carries on until I can't stand it any more and both my bottom cheeks are red and I can feel the fiery glow going right through my body and start a real fire between my legs! I usually come several times but if he complains that his hand is getting sore I let him use whatever he likes on me. In my bedroom I have quite a selection of implements, like hairbrushes, a long plastic ruler, and even a thin bamboo cane, which when it's not being lashed across my behind, holds up a nearly dead ivy plant which stops Mum getting suspicious. He can use all of these things if he likes – the only problem with the cane is that it leaves lines across my poor bottom for days and I have to make sure Mum doesn't catch a rear view of me in the bathroom!

'Last month I embarrassed him terribly in front of some of his mates and later that evening he promised me a proper hiding when he got the chance. I didn't want to lose him over such a silly thing so I agreed to accept whatever punishment he thought I deserved. He said that he was really going to make me suffer by having to wait for it until he was ready – he really rubbed it in by telling me just how painful it was going to be for me, and how even I would beg him to stop. He talked about it every day for a whole week, and as the days passed, I got more and more nervous, because I could tell that he was still very angry with me, and whilst he knew I quite enjoyed his usual spanking games, this was going to be very different, and very, very painful! As the days went by my pleadings became more pitiful but he refused to listen, and instead told me that every time I tried to talk him out of it, he would be adding additional strokes to the punishment. He eventually told me that he had decided it would take place on the following Saturday night, when my mum is always out and he could deal with me properly. As each day passed I got this terrible sinking feeling in my stomach but eventually Saturday came and then I had to wait for Richard to turn up. He's normally there by eight o'clock, but that night he kept me waiting. I watched the clock get right round to half-past eight, and then I heard him at the door. He could tell how I was suffering just by looking at my face when I opened the door, and when I spoke there was a tremble in my voice I couldn't hide.

'He told me to go straight upstairs, without even giving me a kiss, and the look on his face told me he hadn't changed his mind about what he had in store for me! I was then told to strip right down to just my knickers. I had found a pair of really sexy ones – black and lacy, with narrow sides and just enough material to cover part of my bottom – I suppose I had hoped that he might be a bit softer with me by wearing them – but it didn't! Unsmilingly he ordered me to the end of my bed with my hands on my head, telling me that I had upset him and that I deserved a real thrashing, and that was what I was now going to get!'

Sue had said nothing while Kate had related the first part of her tale, but her eyes were glowing as she listened, enraptured by her friend's description of her chastisement, imaging how Kate must have felt waiting for her punishment to continue.

Kate then carried on with her story, ensuring that she missed nothing out, knowing that Sue was hanging onto her every word.

'Richard didn't waste time in deciding what he was going to use on me, and it was that long, slim bamboo that appeared in his hand beside me. The waiting was getting to me even more by now – somehow it was delicious, but in other ways it was sheer murder! Like I said, he never used the cane much in the past, and when he did it was never very hard, but this time I knew it would be different. I felt totally naked and exposed, standing there with my hands on my head like a naughty little girl – and with Richard still fully clothed made my nudity so much the worse, despite the fact that I had been allowed to keep my panties on, but they were so brief at the back that the lower curves of my bottom were fully on view, and it was impossible to stop clenching my cheeks together, knowing what was coming to them shortly. Richard came right up to me, letting me see the cane, which he was flexing in his hands. I was trembling visibly by now – the agony of waiting, longing to get it over with, but at the same time wishing it would somehow never start. My nipples were sticking out like organ stops even before he started to run that wicked looking cane up and down my body, teasing me gently with it. It was cold to the touch as he ran it slowly up the front of my thighs, over my stomach, and right up to my breasts. He then outlined each of my titties in turn, tapping each erect nipple which I thought would burst – they throbbed so much! I was trembling even more by then, with my eyes clenched tight shut and hands still in position on my head, feeling helpless, but knowing that if I wanted to keep Richard I had no option but to submit to whatever he thought I deserved. The feeling of being held there by my own choice made it seem so much worse – if I wanted to I could just walk away, but I knew I wouldn't I just had to stand and wait for that cane to punish me as I deserved, but if only he would hurry up!

That slender length of bamboo was then running slowly up the back of my thighs, brushing especially slowly it seemed over the curve of my bottom cheeks, which I could feel clenching again as it was drawn over my skin. I could feel myself getting damp in my panties, despite the terror I was feeling elsewhere – and then I realised that the cane had stopped! I could sense Richard behind me and then he was reaching forward, pulling my panties suddenly hard up between my legs, harder than he ever had before, almost cutting me in two! The waist band was pulled up high up to my middle, pulling the material into a tight string between cheeks, leaving my backside completely exposed and without even the slightest vestige of protection.

'Ok', he said, 'Bend yourself right over'.

'I bent over the cold brass rail at the end of my bed, feeling the cold, hard metal pressing against the top of my thighs, and as I lent further forward at Richard's command, I could also feel the rail cutting hard across my divided mound, the thin strip of my briefs cutting even harder and deeper into me at the same time. I was allowed to stretch my arms fully out in front of me and grip the bedcovers, and then the horrible waiting began all over again. At least the cool touch of the bedcovers helped soothe the throbbing in my tits, although I still felt totally exposed and accessible, despite the fact that my modesty was now partially restored, if only frontally.'

Sue by now was breathing deeply and irregularly as she listened even more intently to the story Kate was slowly unravelling for her. She wanted to know so much, amazed that her close friend had never mentioned her obvious predilection for corporal punishment before, although clearly this particular episode was far beyond anything that could be described as pleasurable to Sue's ears. She did however now feel much less concerned about those oft felt stirrings within her when John had paid attention to her bottom, and she had made her mind up, even as Kate was still speaking, to find a way of experiencing a taste of bamboo across her own proffered posterior as soon as possible. She did not, however, quite see how she could ever approach John whose ability to understand she was very uncertain about – but yes – she would find someone – somehow!

Kate then continued afresh, describing how her Richard had allowed her to remain waiting passively, her near naked body fully stretched out over the end of her own bed, her buttocks forced high into the air, waiting in fear and dread for her approaching punishment to start.

At last, after what seemed an eternity, she could hear him moving to the side of her prostrate body, feeling next his hand reach out and gently fondle each pert, exposed bottom cheek in turn, feeling the fine texture of her soft, yielding, delicate skin, moving from the gently swelling curve slope of her long slender thighs, up and over each waiting cheek, and then pinching the resiliant flesh, concentrating especially on the full part of her behind, as if testing its ability to take what he knew was in store for it.

And then the caressing had stopped. Richard announcing that he punishment was now to begin.

'I think you deserve at least twenty strokes with my bamboo here' he said at last. 'But first I want you to say you are sorry, which I am sure you are now, and then I want you to beg me to cane you for your atonement'.

Kate was devastated to hear just how many strokes he was expecting her to take, but she hoped that he would, as a consequence, restrict the severity of each cut to compensate for the huge number announced. She was just about able to get the words of apology out; her mouth had gone suddenly dry – the waiting had really got to her, building up her anxiety to intolerable levels.

'Now BEG for your caning' repeated Richard, in an impatient voice. Quickly Kate tried to stumble out the words Richard wanted to hear.

'Pl.. Ple.. Please I Wa.. Want you to cane me, but PLE.. Please do it NOW! Please, please get it over with!'

Richard acknowledged his satisfaction with her trembling request by allowing the tip of the three foot of bamboo to rest on the very centre point of Kate's high arched backside – noticing how she flinched as the cool wood touched her warm delicate flesh, which was now awaiting his attentions. A minute passed – but it seemed far longer to the hapless Kate.

'Ready?' was all he asked, as he broke the intense silence again, and then, as Kate moved her head, almost imperceptively in response, she felt the weight of the cane lift from her bottom. The next instant she could hear the thin stick hiss through the air, and then with a loud THWACK!! the first stroke landed straight across her upturned bottom, causing a ferocious, agonising burst of pain to erupt into her fleshy cheeks. She immediately cried out in disbelief at the agony of this, the first stroke, and as the fleeting seconds passed she could actually feel the liquid pain spread out from the area of impact, deep into her body. Despite the agony within her she was resolved, however, that she was going to take her punishment from Richard as bravely as she could, and with great will-power managed to stay firmly done over the bed-end, biting the bedcover between her teeth, as she waited for the next stroke, which followed almost immediately.

The second explosion of pain came just as little lower than the first cruel stripe, and the combined pain of these 2 initial cuts blended quickly together to produce a surge of blinding pain that she never thought she could have bourne. But bear it she must!

Her teeth bit harder into the bedspread, and her clenched fists gripped tightly onto the fabric far beyond her head. To add to her torment and discomfort, the unyielding brass rail over which she lay draped, was digging hard into her sensitive mound at the apex of her thighs, where she was already being cruelly divided by the tautly stretched fabric of her tugged up panties. At each stroke she found herself pressing this tender portion of her body harshly down against the metal bar, seeking vainly to lessen the impact of each cutting lash.

And then the third stroke landed, just as hard as its predecessors, and again, just a fraction lower and with it came even more unbearable agony to her tortured nates.

How she held on she did not know, as Richard slowly and methodically raised weal after devastating weal fully across both submissively presented cheeks: Kate's cries of agony were almost blotted out by the bed covers, but her squeals and sobs were still audible, and told Richard that Kate was truly paying for her misdeed. And so it continued, her bottom, previously pale and unblemished, now bore angry red lines, etched deeply into her soft flesh – each line showing the initial, double-edged furrow of impact, from which spread out a deep red blush along its full length, each individual furrow then gradually forming a weal as its centre pulled out, with raised edges laid along both outer limits like tram lines. She lost count after the first dozen or so stripes, aware only that the evil cane, hissing through the air, was still biting into burning flesh; each stroke finding a fresh path upon which to inflict its cruel kiss, each one moving lower and lower, until the very under-curve of her swelling bottom was receiving its full share of the chastisement. And then Richard announced that she had just 3 more strokes to take before her punishment was complete. Kate was by now almost beside herself from the unbelievable agonies burning onto her poor backside, and quite how she had endured those 17 lashes she just did not know – but now, mercifully, she just had to endure the last 3 and it would all be over – at last.

Richard then laid on two lashes in quick succession, as severely as those he had already dealt out, the first being aimed at the very centre of the raised, waiting bottom, but this time, letting the thin switch cut a fresh path, angled diagonally across all its predecessors – the second stroke, just seconds later cutting diagonally across the other way – Kate screamed out loud, despite the cloth still held firmly in her clenched mouth, feeling the heat and pain of those particularly cruel two lashes, landing right across so many previously delivered weals. But again she fought to hold on, and had only a few seconds respite before the twentyth, and final stroke landed – this time right across the sensitive crease between the very tops of her tapering thighs and lacerated bottom cheeks. Her scream this time was ear-splitting, gradually subsiding to a pitiful groaning, she then realising that she had at last suffered the final cut, her body lay limply over the end of her bed, totally exhausted, her eyes red with tears, the sobs of painful anguish escaping from her parted lips. After a few moments during which time Richard allowed her to regain her composure, she managed to ease her near naked frame over the rail, dropping then down onto her knees on the bedroom floor. Richard then helped her to her feet, and at Kate's sobbing request, searched out a bottle of soothing Witch Hazel from the medicine-chest in the adjoining bathroom, after giving her a tender hug in recognition of his forgiveness for her offence which could now be forgotten.

Upon his return to her bedroom he found her laying face down on the top of her rumpled bed, her hands clasped to her lacerated bottom, whilst at the same time trying to hold back more tears. Where Richard could still observe uncovered skin, he could see that her bottom was now a blazing mass of weals and scarlet lines; each bringing its own burning torment, whilst the collective effect was that of having been stung by a million wasps, as wave after wave of pain coursed its way deep into her body and soul. Even the front of her lovely body had not escaped damage, Kate being aware that her soft, proud mons had become bruised harshly as she had crushed her mid-regions against the bed-rail at the impact of each stroke.

Richard, however, gently applied the lotion to the ravaged globes, having persuaded Kate to remove her protecting hands and allow him access; the initial stinging of the healing Elm extract causing additional torment until at last she could feel the balm starting to work its soothing magic on the wealed flesh.

It was probably an hour before Kate could raise herself painfully from the bed, and attempt to cover her near nudity with her dressing-gown, wincing even when that filmy garment brushed her tender nether regions. Richard comforted and hugged the red-eyed Kate, who murmured her feelings of relief at having got her punishment over with at last, and her happiness, that by having submitted herself to his cane, had managed to retain his love and respect. Gradually she regained sufficient composure to enable her to get to the bathroom and wash her face, removing streaked make-up along with the redness from her tears and then allowed Richard to renew his anointment, carefully, to her still smarting bottom, with the healing liquid. There was no doubt that she had, and would continue to suffer, a good deal of pain – far more than Richard had intended to inflict, but she had willingly taken every cutting stroke to prove her love. The evidence of what she had endured would remain on her for a long, long time, she knew.

Finally, after many hugs and kisses, Richard assured her that their relationship would now be better than ever, and that his love for her had in fact deepened. After an emotional, long farewell, Richard left for home, telling Kate that he would phone every day to see how she was, and of course he could not wait for their usual date the next weekend.

As soon as Richard had gone, and before her mum came home, she stood before her dressing-table mirror to examine her ravaged nates. Removing her panties was painful but at last she managed to ease them off, standing then with her back to the large mirror and turning her head to view the scene of her atonement. Despite the intensity of the pain still coursing through her savaged behind she confessed to Sue that she nevertheless soon started to feel a glow of pleasure, growing in intensity between her legs. She blushed slightly, but finally admitted to the still breathless Sue, how she had gradually succumbed to the spreading wave of warmth in her loins, and still regarding her rear-view in the mirror, had, with deft fingers, brought herself to a thrilling climax.

'Do you want to see?' suddenly exclaimed Kate, breaking the spell that she had cast over Sue.

'See? See what?' said Sue, almost in a trance, as she brought herself back from her daydream; a daydream within which she had somehow become Kate and was trying to imagine what pleasure she might expect from such a painful experience... her concentration returned to the present. 'See what?' she repeated.

'My cane marks, idiot' said Kate brightly. 'Quick, before Mum comes back. Up to my room and I'll let you have a peek at my souvenirs'.

With that, Kate turned and was already half-way up the stairs before Sue jumped up to follow her chum. When Sue entered Kate's bedroom she was already in the throes of removing her short skirt, which she threw casually over a nearby chair. Her shoes followed, leaving her clad in just a T-shirt, and black, silky french knickers, cut high to the waist-band at each side. The T-shirt came off next, revealing erect nipples atop of her perfect, full breasts, and allowing her friend to view the full glory of her 17yr old body. Kate explained that the french knickers were a necessity since the punishment she had received from Richard that Saturday night two weeks previously.

'My normal panties were just too tight, and they cut right into me where I'm still a bit sore' she explained, holding her hands to her bottom cheeks as if to emphasise the point. By this time Sue was seated on Kate's dressing table stool, watching her friend undress for her, her, still breathless from listening to Kate's detailed account of her punishment.

'Come on' she said, impatiently, 'Let's see then!'

With that Kate turned her bared back to Sue, and bending slightly forward, inserted her thumbs into the elastic of her knickers, then slowly slid them down over her curvacious hips, and down her slender thighs, dropping the scanty garment finally to the floor and stepping out of the tangled nylon.

Sue gasped at the sight that was now presented fully to her gaze.

Kate's bottom cheeks bore a mass of red lines, many of them still quite vivid looking weals, and whilst many were fully independent of each other, many more crossed in places at which points angry red eruptions could be seen. Her right haunch bore the evidence of the tapering cane-end, which had obviously flicked and cut deeply into her side, as the whippy bamboo had curled round her soft flank. The two final strokes that Kate had described so clearly were fully discernable as a large cross etched diagonally across the other lines cut so harshly into her posteriors, with a single vivid red stripe, as if drawn with a pen and ruler, clearly showing along the very join of her bottom cheeks and tender thigh tops.

Sue remained speechless, and stared intently for what seemed an eternity at the incredible sight. Kate remained bending forward, still and mute, as if aware that Sue would need time to fully appreciate the extent of her suffering.

Finally Kate spoke. 'Well?' she said, softly and inquisitively, 'What do you think of my 'trophies'?'

Sue, by now, had risen from the stool, and was silently kneeling directly behind Kate's forward leaning figure, her face just inches away from the cruelly lacerated surfaces of her bottom cheeks. Again, without speaking, and as if hypnotised, she remained peering intently and silently at the ravaged skin, and then hesitatingly stretched her hand out and delicately touched the damaged surfaces of Kate's behind, feeling gently the indentations and ridges of every weal, as if counting and savouring each one in turn, drawing an occasional sharp intake of breath when she came across a particularly painful looking welt.

The close and intimate inspection undertaken by Sue somehow seemed exciting to Kate, even more so when she became aware that Sue's soft lips were then being gently applied as well as her searching fingers, kissing each weal in turn. She was aware also of a rising heat within her loins, and she began to groan softly, with building pleasure, her hands reaching down to the moist opening between her legs, which she eased apart, and was soon lost in a tremulous, earth shattering orgasm, whilst Sue continued to ply her lip service to her now gyrating twin hemispheres. Kate's eyes closed as the wave of sheer pleasure overtook her, but as her orgasm at last subsided, and her spasms diminished, she re-opened them slowly. She saw that Sue was no longer applying her moist lips to her tender bottom, but, as Kate watched, using the mirrored reflection of her dressing table mirror, had risen from her position of supplication, and was hurriedly stripping off her own clothes, until she was as naked as Kate. As Kate continued to observe the delightful image through the mirror, she saw Sue turn, resolutely towards the end of her bed, where she had so recently undergone her punishment, and with a backward glance to ensure that Kate had seen her, bent her nude body fully over the same brass rail, stretching out her arms, and adopting the exact posture so carefully described to her by Kate. Her toes were just resting on the carpeted floor; and her stark naked, nubile body lay tautly extended in complete submission.

'Please, Kate, please!!' Those huskily spoken words from Sue were all that was required. Kate knew just how her friend was craving to sample the full gamut of pain, and finally, pleasure, that only the cane could provide. She clearly wanted, and needed, to share fully Kate's own experience, fully and completely – it would be no use, Kate knew, just to give her waiting friend a few half-hearted strokes – she would detect that it was not the full taste of the rod. She needed to feel the excruciating, unbearable agony that only the severest application would bring.

'Are you sure?' said Kate, her own breathing still heavy from the aftermath of her intense climax – but she knew she did not need any spoken response to confirm Sue's urgent needs.

'Yes' however came Sue's clear, calm reply, which belied the turmoil raging in her mind. Could she really allow Kate to thrash her as soundly as she knew she would do, but her resolve held firm.

'Pl.. pleas... please, Kate. Please cane me as hard as Richard did you. I want to feel the bite of the cane and to suffer exactly as you had to. I mean it. I want it just as hard as you can give it. I need to feel it properly and as cruelly as you know I want to. But please do it now, before I have a chance to chicken out. Please give me twenty strokes, no less, and what ever you do, don't stop even if I beg you to – I know I will, so you must ignore my pleas and finish what I have asked for.'

Kate understood fully, and without further delay purposefully removed the bamboo cane from its hiding place, and drawing its length through her fingers, felt its cold hardness, remembering how it had been used so harshly on her own poor backside, and shuddered slightly. She now approached the bed, where Sue lay, waiting, with mounting tension coiling tightly in her stomach, knowing that she had set the wheels in motion and there could now be no turning back. She was resigned to her fate, and come what may she would stay over that bed rail, and hoped she had the strength and fortitude to take it as bravely as her friend Kate had done.

'Ready?' said Kate huskily, and saw Sue nod her head slightly, her face hidden by her blonde hair which had fallen over her features, the remainder hidden deep in the bed covers.

Measuring the first stroke, she laid the tip of the cane at the raised centre crown of Sue's waiting posterior, Kate now appreciating for the first time just how her own submissive form must have looked to Richard. She was thankful though that she had been allowed to keep her panties on, albeit they had been pulled up into such a narrow strip, noting how clearly she could observe Sue's sexuality, despite the fact that Sue had her legs tightly closed together, for the moment at least. The deep cleft between her bottom widened at the base of her cheeks and revealed, between wisps of blonde pubic curls, the full outer lips of her vagina, and would, Kate thought, provide a most attractive view to most men.

The cane then rose and with grim determination Kate brought it down, with all her might, allowing its full force to bite deeply into Sue's passively waiting bottom with a loud CRACK!

Sue's legs shot up into the air with the initial shock, and from her hidden lips came a garbled yell, smothered to a degree by the bedclothes, but still audible. A deep furrow soon appeared, its pale central valley quickly turning deep red, a blushing glow then emanating sideways along its length, revealing the path of the obvious pain and heat outwards into Sue's delicate, fleshy globes. Kate watched, fascinated at the reaction on her friends body, which she waited to subside before attempting the second stroke. As she waited she allowed her hand to reach out and gently touch the weal she had raised on her friends bottom, feeling her nates contract as her fingers gently traced the path of the weal fully across both cheeks. Her hand then gently stroked each nate in turn, as if to comfort her friend before proceeding with her punishment. Taking aim again, she quickly laid the second and third strokes above and below the first line, in rapid succession, using every ounce of strength she could muster, and ensuring that the thin whippy stick landed fully across the full width of its target area, so delightfully presented before her.

Sue yelled again and her body bucked under the double assault, but bravely fought her instincts to raise herself from the bedrail, as Kate slowly raised the long slender cane yet again, steeling herself to blot out Sue's sobs and groans from her ears. Two more severe strokes were then applied to the fuller, lower curves of Sue's backside. Kate thinking that Sue would not be enjoying the initial, searing pain that would be scorching into her soft, unprotected flesh. Indeed Sue's legs kicked wildly into the air, as she yelled for mercy, allowing Kate to see her fully exposed lush pubis, but even at this early stage of her torment she could see Sue's wispy pubic locks becoming damp, clinging to her inner thighs, as the musky aroma invading her nostrils confirmed that Sue was becoming aroused by the caning she was receiving, which also was affecting Kate's own animal senses.

Kate then proceeded to lash the cruel cane relentlessly down across the slim, defenceless target laid so passively before her, ignoring, as she had promised, Sue's plaintive cries and pleas for her to stop, knowing that she had to continue the full, painful sentence she had asked for at the start.

Kate was now entering her own state of arousal, conscious of her own nudity as she carried out the harsh punishment that her dear friend had craved so much for. Her full, jutting breasts rising and falling with each stroke she administered, their often violent gyrations unrestricted by any garments, and her flint hard nipples throbbing with strange, compelling desires.

The cane continued to rise and fall with a methodical rhythm, its hissing path announcing to the waiting victim that another agonising stroke was going to cut its remorseless way into tautly proffered bottom, and that she would have to endure so many more of them. It was as though she was shackled to the bed by invisible bonds; indeed it would have been so much easier for her had they actually existed, but as it was, only her own supreme will-power kept her somehow firmly in place over the bed rail, as the flogging continued. A loud CRACK!! followed each descending SWISH!! and at the point of each impact Sue's bottom jumped and bucked, trying in vain to escape or absorb the fearful pain but without success. Her legs kicked back and forth wildly, ensuring that her total weight was borne by just the hard, brass bed-rail, causing her to suffer further waves of pain directly into her sensitive mound, at which point Kate could observe Sue's toes seeking to find the floor and ease the pressure, only to then suffer yet another burning stroke that would drive her legs back into the air once more. The cane was laid, stroke by stroke all over the entire area of Sue's uplifted rounded bottom, Kate only pausing when she had counted seventeen burning lashes.

'Now' she said in the same husky tone, 'These are the final three, you know where they are going to land, don't you?'

If Sue had been able to muster a reply she would have agreed that she knew only too well where they were likely to be delivered!! But she did not utter a word, frightened that she might delay the end of her punishment, or worse, cause Kate to abandon it before its agonising, but so desired completion, was reached.

Kate did not however hesitate for one moment, and raising herself up onto the balls of her feet to gain extra height and weight, laid first one resounding stroke diagonally across the furrows already ploughed into Sue's soft flesh, and then another diagonally across that in turn, leaving Sue to absorb and suffer the unbearable torment of the overlaid 'kiss' which had now been cut so perfectly into her already ravaged cheeks.

Sue's high-pitched scream was barely able to escape her lips, before Kate laid the final stroke, with equal precision, into the waiting crease atop Sue's thighs, just below the stretched under-curve of her slim nates. As soon as that last, devastating stroke had found its waiting target, Sue bucked and yelled in pure anguish, and quickly pulled her hands around to find her rear cheeks, pulling herself painfully up from the bed-rail, tottering slightly as her legs weakened and buckled in the aftermath of her ordeal.

Sue almost fell against Kate's naked, perspiring body, tears of pain and relief welling in her clear blue eyes, and intermittent sobs escaping from her parted lips. Kate quickly clasped Sue closely to her, aware that her own full, naked breasts were crushing against Sue's firm benippled bosom, giving to each other the mutual comfort they both needed. Sue's hands, however, remained clasped to her agonised cheeks, allowing Kate to hold her steady as the agony of her painful initiation continued to sweep through her. After a few moments, Kate led her friend gently to the side of her bed and tenderly helped Sue to lay, face down on the soft covers, reluctantly allowing Kate to remove her hands, and so permit her to apply generous quantities of soothing lotion to the damaged areas. Kate gently soothed the healing balm into her raw cheeks, noting how, after the initial, smarting reaction Sue had relaxed her clenched bottom to allow Kate to work the cool fluid into her yielding flesh with her finger tips. Gradually, as Kate continued her ministrations, Sue's shallow, irregular sobs turned to deeper, more passive moans which told Kate, if she was not already fully aware, that she was now experiencing growing surges of pleasure, which they both had hoped would be the reward that Sue would receive as a result of her willing submission to the cruel kiss of Kate's bamboo cane. Kate's nimble fingers continued to apply the cream to Sue's twin orbs gradually allowing them to delve deeper and deeper between them, seeking out that lush, central valley hidden between Sue's long, slim legs. As she worked her searching fingers deeper still, Sue started to part her tapering thighs until they were spread fully open, in a direct and unmistakeable invitation for Kate to go further in her explorations. Soon Kate was insinuating her fingers directly into Sue's downy covered, wet, and slippery love-nest, urging her into a series of violent, contracting orgasms, each far beyond Sue's wildest dreams and expectations, expelling, for a time at least, must of the pain from her mind.

Moments passed, during which Kate allowed Sue's reclining body to gradually subside into a deep and peaceful sleep, she then laying her own naked body down along-side in the narrow bed, allowing Sue's hot bottom cheeks to snuggle into her own body shape, her hand gently caressing Sue's curvaceous, nubile figure, and allowing her own desires to overtake her, dropping her hand then to find her own, much needed release, knowing that she and Sue would, no doubt, find many further opportunities to pursue and share their newly discovered pleasures, sharing equally as all good friends do.

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