Female Caning Novels & Stories

“Our little thick girl got properly bred in the shower.” Hands were everywhere at once. Riley slapped my ass hard, the sound cracking through the room. “That ass was made for spanking.” She bent me over the long wooden bench in the middle of the locker room and brought her hand down again — sharp, stinging smacks that made my cheeks burn and my pussy clench. Jenna grabbed my tits from behind, squeezing them roughly, pinching my hard nipples between her fingers. “These big tits bounce so nicely when we fuck her,” she said, twisting one nipple until I whimpered.

Then came the caning. She struck my ass and thighs with dozens of precise, vicious strokes until my pale skin was covered in deep purple welts. My fat ass jiggled and rippled with every impact. She moved to my breasts next, caning them from below and the sides until they were bright red and throbbing. Every time I cried out she pulled my septum ring harder and told me to thank her. I thanked her through the gag like the broken whore I was.

Alpha Joseph stated. “Twenty lashings is not enough for three years of humiliation, degradation, and abuse bestowed on a minor, and a female.” A male in the crowd yelled out. “I agree. She felt it acceptable to whip a pup to the point that she has scars on her back. She also felt it acceptable to shave the pups head for spilling drinks when SHE was the one that caused the girl to fall, and spill the drinks in the first place. Twenty lashes is not a strong enough punishment for her actions!” A female in the crowd stated loudly.

I ended with a smirk and a wink. “Yass! Tell him Sin!” Canary said. Then she sees the men coming up and getting ready to be directed. “Isaiah, move, you are ruining the view.” The warriors start chuckling and shaking their heads, but Canary and I start whistling and cat-calling them. If men can cat-call women why can’t we cat-call men? Canary starts teasing all the men, “If you want to work shirtless, boys, we don’t mind. Especially you, Isaiah.”

Cerise paraded back and forth on the stage, giving the crowd a good view of her body. Fia couldn’t stop herself from looking. Cerise’s black hair fell halfway down her back. Her lips were painted bright red but she appeared to have no other makeup. She was of medium height and couldn’t have been more than thirty years old. Her most striking feature was her large breasts. While Fia was no expert, she judged that they had to be fake. They didn’t match her body size and frame. Like all the other slaves in the building, her nipples were also pierced.

Her pout matches Sierra's. “Let’s get something straight, No one keeps the boys out of trouble.” All the females on our end of the training arena laugh loudly. “And I don’t really see the point in prancing around in uncomfortable clothes and shoes like a slave for auction when I can’t even sense my mate, therefore getting nothing out of the torture.”

"This... I feel so weird seeing the strong movement. Look at that gaping hole, it's so lewd... I don't know how to describe it. She went berserk just because the ugly thing is inserted there. Is it that pleasurable...?" "How about we try?" "Wanna die? Mom's in the kitchen, I can shout to her to come here with a knife. I dare you to say 'let's try' again once she's here." ....... "It's Christine Browns." "So beautiful. So hardcore." "Her breasts jiggled so much, Aaaah, it made me crave for some. I'm fapping right now, but this is still not enough. I can't take this. I want a girl to personally bang!"

Each movement was punctuated by a harsh slap to her ass. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. What had I walked into? Nudity. Orgies. Hungry lesbians. Dominating men. Bondage. It felt like stepping into the pages of some forbidden fantasy. But this wasn’t fantasy. This was real. And then I saw her. A woman in a black leather dress with her breasts exposed while standing proudly on a stage. A man was caning her ass, the sharp cracks were echoing through the chamber. Despite the pain, her face was twisted in ecstasy, a look of pleasure that defied reason.

Getting used to the strap, huh? Let’s see how she’ll do being caned. I went with a long birch cane. She didn’t notice when I switched the strap to a cane. I took a step back and struck it against her ass. She cried out loudly, and the sound went straight to my cock. The cry turned into a scream after the second strike. Her screams filled my ears as I struck the fifth strike. I set the cane down on the table. I circled back around to take another look at the artwork I had just performed.

She said pleadingly and shortly after a punch landed on her face from one of the men, she saw black dots shortly. “Hey!” Matt cautioned him. “We’re not barbarians, we don’t hit women like that.” He explained and signaled them. Two of the men walked towards the car and got out ten canes, to be used on Jennifer. She started bawling immediately when she saw the canes. They laid her flat on the floor, her wrists and ankles still bound before they thrashed her properly with the cane all over her body till the canes broke. They took the next round and did the same, ignoring her screams and pleas as they taught her a lesson.