Female Caning Novels & Stories

For the first time, she noticed that Renata de Souza's inner thighs were glistening with the remnants of those orgasms that Clara had eluded to. Shane withdrew and replaced his dick with his fingers, probing her greedy sex while thrusting his thumb into her anus. With his other hand, he slapped her ass with the leather strip. She was moaning harder as pain and pleasure were meted out with equal enthusiasm, and soon she was cumming again. She wasn't so much standing on her legs as much as hanging from the belt and attached chain. Shamira watched the girl's body twitch and tremble. "Normally I would punish you more for not asking permission," Shane said, bending down and brushing her hair away

My hand shot to my face as I gasped and felt my legs go weak underneath me. “Look at the state of these girls,” Martha said, the four tubs occupied by two blondes and a red-haired woman. Their skin all shared the same mottled purple hue of violence. Several sported large gashes as though they had been whipped. The red-haired ones' thighs were completely green and black. “Killian’s girl is too afraid to leave the room. I dread to think what he’s done to her.”

I pick out 2, a multi-strand leather flogger, one with a hint of silver and wolfsbane coating and a hard whipping cane, one designed for pain, pleasure and punishment, the other designed for pain and punishment. I watch her eyes go wide as she then watches me walk back over to stand in front of her. I drop both the whip and the cane before stepping up close to her. I let her see as I extend my claws and then swipe them in all directions, shredding the simple dress I made her put on after the Full Moon.

Lady Candice puts the U-Bar in my ass and sets the setting to its highest level. Lady Candice takes an old wooden stick that resembles a baseball bat and rams it deep in my rectum. It stretches me, making me bleed out of my ass while still holding the U-Bar inside of me. I want to scream, but I do not. I just stay there lifeless. She is whipping me on my back with a leather whip repeatedly, and even takes a pocket knife out of her dress and starts to stab me in my ass cheeks. I am losing so much blood, but she does not care. I wasn't a meal now for them. They want to teach me a lesson about who is in charge. They want me to know that they could kill me at any moment. That I better walk a str

“That’s all it was.” “And if I ask for more?” Her pulse stumbled. “More?” “An explanation. A reason. The truth you’re trying not to say.” The room seemed to shift with that. Not visibly. But undeniably. Amara straightened slightly, grounding herself in something familiar—posture, discipline, the quiet structure she had relied on for years. “I think,” she said carefully, “that something has disrupted your routine.” “That’s not an answer.” “It is.” “It’s a deflection.”

Shasta asked. Most of us laughed. "By my definition, I would never call you even a bisexual unless you were overcome with a desire to lick cunt yourself," I said. "You can close your eyes and pretend it's whoever you want. Or you can let your slave lick you to orgasm. Just be aware that as a woman, a female slave understands the female body better than most males. They are usually better at it than most men. Since Sandra is a neophyte, Sean might still lick cunt better than she does, because he was trained by Mistress Dark and she makes sure her slaves can lick cunt. But I can almost guarantee Reneé and Rhonda lick cunt better than anyone here. They've done it longer."

she approves but what you missed are… “Caning, cattle prod, cells, chains, chastity belts, chores, clothespins, cock worship, corsets” I swallow hard. Many of these kinks sound uncomfortable and painful. “Caning like a real cane?” She nods. “Does it hurt?” I ask her wide eyed and she chuckles. “Of Course it hurts. What’s the point otherwise?” I frown and get up to face her. “Why do people like hurting themselves?” She cocks a brow at me. “You got cropped and spanked today… wasn’t it the same?” “It didn’t hurt that bad. It was more like stinging…” I pause to think — a few spots on my body are still hurting, though. I blush as I realize I like the stinging sensation on my back.

She said she wasn't using that one today so I could fuck their asses when their punishment phase concluded. Mistress Dark let them hang with the Trainers running, allowing their endorphin levels to rise. After picking out a wicked looking cane, she began the caning in the order the Slave Trainers had been inserted; Slut, Rose, Lisa, and Julia. All of them jumped as much as their positions allowed when the cane came down, their cries muffled by ball gags. My two slaves did fairly well; jumping wildly for the first couple swats, as Slut and Rose did, then seeming to sink inside themselves, the next couple seeming to have less effect.

I had felt furious in my life but never once had I ever felt this intensity level before. It was a large room that had ten different cells in it, each with two cots. Every cot was accounted for. Most of the women had some sort of chained restraints. A couple of them didn’t look any older than Daph was, which only served to turn up the dial of my fury. Two of the women were being whipped. Blood flowed freely from wounds on their bare backs. There were plenty of scars that could be seen underneath the blood splatter, telling us that this wasn’t the first time that it had happened.

"Anything that can draw blood, really. Fisting. Candle wax or anything that produces fire. Spitting. No golden showers, uhmm…" "How about we list a few things and you'll tell us if you write them off?" Rowan suggested and she nodded, breathing in relief. "Double penetration?" She blushed. "I thought we already did that the other time…" "No, Cara," I chuckled. "He means vaginal and anal penetration." "Oh," she blushed even more. "I'm open to that." "Humiliation?" "What does that mean?" "It's only if you've been a bad girl. You can get punished in public. Or if we're at the club, you can be paraded around with a collar or a leash."