Female Caning Novels & Stories

“I got pregnant before marriage. I already lost my dignity. All I want is for the child’s father to bear responsibility as a parent. Is that so wrong?” Sally gently stroked her belly and stared at me through tear-filled eyes. “Chris, my mom always told me that men with buzz cuts were the most heartless. I never listened to her, and you absolutely disappointed me. “Who are you calling a man with a buzz cut?!” I yelled. “I may be 178-cm tall with a lower-than-average voice. But could you please at least confirm someone’s gender first before you ask them to accept responsibility?! “I’m a woman!”

Wow. Since I'm alone, I move on to the next stage. There are a couple who performed too, and I see the man using a tool like... What's the name of it? It looks like a ping-pong paddle. Holy sh*t, the girl is nearly naked; she only wears a thong with stockings. She cuffed to an X cross. Her ass is already red, but she seems to enjoy it. Does it not hurt? Seeing the girl being spanked makes me wonder how it feels. It definitely hurt, but I think it's a good one based on the girl's face.

A rattan cane? Gage turned the ambassador away from the flogging, his eyes still glued to the screen. Chantal tried to fight, and the cane whipped at her hands and her head. When she curled into a shuddering ball, Gage swore his revenge at the screen. The lashings didn’t slow as she begged for mercy. The bastard grabbed her by the neck, and the camera zoomed in on her terror. Blood coated her face as the voice-modulated asshole spoke. “Say cheese. Day one, Madam Ambassador. Tomorrow gets a whole lot worse.”

"The frame must be disciplined. It must be strong enough to bear the weight of the art it contains." The caning became a ritual. A punctuation to her failures. The pain was acute, clean, and strangely clarifying. It reduced her world to the anticipation of the whistle, the impact, and the flowering burn. Her obedience, born of fear and shattered will, began to harden into something else, a numb, automatic precision. She became adept at holding the punishing poses. Her body learned the silence of inanimate objects. Lucien saw the change. A dark approval glinted in his eyes.

When Cainan got back from the store with Daniel, he wanted to pick up where he had left off with Jasmin, but she had other ideas, and she asked if he had ever spanked any of his previous sexual partners before. Cainan of course was new to the whole idea, once or twice he had heard Laré go on about how Rogue had a thing for whips, ropes and spanking and he never put much mind to it, but when Jasmin suggested it to him last night, he couldn’t say no.

Her cheeks are still a deep red color that I hope will copy well to her hindquarters - but that's my job, after all. I pick up the medium thick polymer fiber cane I've packed, and briefly weigh it in my hand to get a better feel for it. "Warm-up first," I inform the dear victim of my undivided attention, then rain a few strokes down across the fleshiest part of my ass before I let my aim wander. My cock gets uncomfortably hard while I see her react to each and every hit, wriggling as little as she can while a sweet cacophony of

I tell her and squeeze her cheeks, knowing it will cause more burn. Stepping back, I raise the cane and begin raining it down. I don't let up until I feel she's had enough. She would have me keep going, but I know the limits, so after twenty lashes with the cane, I nod at my friends and move away. I watch as they take their places at each end and spit-roast our wife while I grab the final implement to be used.

Once after my 17th birthday, he had been given the task of punishing me again, however before he picked up the whip he had pressed his body up against mine and whispered into my ear as he slid his hands up and down my front, “I would get so many more wonderful screams if I whipped you here but when Mane Beatrice finally grants me permission to breed and gives you to me I want to look at and feel this flawless skin not skin that is riddled with scars.” A shiver of fear made its way through my body at his words, however, for now, I was protected as there is one law that Mane Beatrice has that no one breaks and that law is that no male can touch any of the females intimately without her strict