Female Caning Novels & Stories

"You remember your old friend, don't you? He missed you. Did you miss us, Nicole?" The females around him cackled, and Nicole noticed that most of them had changed. It wasn't the same faces. She wasn't surprised, Shane used females like tissues, and tossed them away after. He cracked the whip and Nicole felt the searing pain of the silver against her skin. She screamed as the whip hit her again and again, the silver burning into her flesh.

Most were shirtless or simply covered their nipples with X’s made of black tape. One woman wearing a purple bustier that brimmed with her large breasts, stroked the belly of another with a soft leather whip. She dragged the black leather ribbons across the woman’s skin then alternately flicked it. The recipient arched her back over a chair, and appeared to enormously enjoy the beating, though her flesh had turned bright red. The pair conjured images of the bondage websites I’d seen, and heat grew between my legs. I fingered the diamond collar around my neck.

It looked so painful. She was shocked as the dominant woman grabbed metal clamps and pinched the nipples of her partner. She then used a tool, shoving it straight into the woman’s sex and started opening her vagina. Oh God. It was a speculum. It was the same thing that Cassandra used at work! She felt sick in the stomach as the woman then shoved her whole hand inside the second woman and began thrusting in her brutally.

I raised the cane and slightly rubbed it right over her clit. "I will smack now your clit for ten times... don't you dare cum with that... if you will cum now... I won't let you cum for the rest of the night... keep your focus on pleasing my cock... If you fail to make me cum before your punishment ends... I won't even touch your pussy tonight" I said and she started fucking my cock with full attention and then ... SMACK! I smacked the cane right on her clit and I can say she wanted to move her ass but I placed a hand on her ass firmly to remind her of her place...

They are all wearing black singlets that show off their muscular builds, their muscles flexing as they practice their strikes and movements. I frown and lean my head backward in the wheelchair, tilting my neck up to look at Ravenanna, “Why aren’t there any female rogues training?” Ravenannna cast a subtle glance at the training ground. “Because it’s forbidden.” Taken aback, I stare at her in surprise. “What? Forbidden?” For goddess' sake. In what era are we that females can't train to fight like men?

"We'll disappear once we get the money. He'll never find us." Then, she kicked me in the stomach. Pain exploded through me. I curled over with a sharp gasp as cold sweat poured down my face. A little later, Dylan returned with a grim expression on his face. When he looked at Vanessa, his eyes showed obvious irritation. He snapped, "Are you done? She's my wife. What kind of coward beats a defenseless woman?" Vanessa stared at him in disbelief. Dylan completely ignored her. He crouched before me and started fumbling with the ropes, his hands trembling.

she said. “How would you like to proceed?” “Well for a start everyone needs to remove their clothes, including you miss” I said as a wide grin filled my face. Everyone quickly obliged with my request. “Ms Cain if you could lie on the ground please” I then directed all the women to stand in a line above her with their legs open wide. The men had to get in a circle as I knelt down in the middle. “Okay ladies, can you please pleasure the person in front of you. Men please jerk the cock to your right” I said grinning.

I didn’t speak throughout the entire time I was getting ready, being silent is my form of defiance. Liana painted my fingers and toes a simple nude color while Carmen did my make-up and hair. I felt like a prized cattle being taken off to an auction except the auction was already complete and I have been sold to the highest bidder and while a cattle knows its death would be swift, mine would be a slow and painful breaking of my spirit and soul.

Raina had caned her so hard her skin had peeled off. The pain was excruciating. She hadn't screamed that day, but she wanted to scream now, and she did. With every strike of the cane, she shrieked. She wanted to kill every one of them. So much pain... “Noooo!!” she screamed and was covered with sweat despite the coldness of the room she was shackled in. She couldn't take it anymore and started kicking against the chains.

Forgive me for not pleasuring you p-properly. The whip cracks three times and the shackled male all but yells in agony, letting loose his feelings of guilt and suffering in one long cry. He starts panting, not because of the lack of air in the stone cell. The pain… it’s doing its work… very well… so very, very well… The busty masked woman in the leather mini-dress with silver metal studs, chains, and spikes walks over to face him. Her long reddish hair is tied tight into a high braid that almost looks like the long fat leather stock whip that she’s holding in her dainty hands.