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Samantha Gets Her Own Back
by Sandra Sloan (s999sloan@yahoo.com.au)
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Samantha has felt Richard's cane several times. It's
not that he forced her to be caned, she had brought it
on herself. But when he used the cane it was so
vicious, it was agonising torture. He knew just how to
make it hurt and made it last a long time. Now it was
her turn and he was silly enough to think it was just a
game. He let her tie him to the bed. This is the story
of Samantha's revenge. (MF, nc, v, bd, tor)
***
Samantha has felt Richard's cane several times. It's
not that he forced her to be caned, she had brought it
on herself. But when he used the cane it was so
vicious, it was agonising torture. He knew just how to
make it hurt and made it last a long time. Now it was
her turn and he was silly enough to think it was just a
game. He let her tie him to the bed. This is the story
of Samantha's revenge.
Richard and Samantha woke up late. He patted her bum
and she squealed "Ouch, don't, it hurts". "Aw come on
Samantha, it can't be that bad. You only got 7 strokes
and we know you can take a lot more than that" he said
patting her again and grinning as he thought back to
how cruelly the hazel switch had wrapped itself over
her rump from hip to hip. She had gone into the garden
and cut a thick and a thin rod from the hazel nut bush
for him to use.
She had not known how wickedly flexible they would be.
With the green bark peeled off they seemed to glow like
some evil white laser light. He hadn't used the thin
rod. It was a lithe little number, less than ¼ inch
thick and as long as her arm while the thick one looked
more like a straight school cane of the more severe
sort. Both were extremely supple and heavy because the
freshly picked wood was wet and juicy.
This morning his cock had been rigid right from the
moment he woke up as visions of caning her last night
kept on flashing before his eyes. How the impact wave
rippled across her bum even though the cheeks had been
tightly stretched. He ran his finger tips over the
curve of her right buttock feeling the six ridges. Only
six, with the lowest one much heavier because he had
chosen to double up on that one just above her thighs.
That was for the extra she had earned on the first
stroke when she got surprised and jumped up because of
the incredible pain she felt when the rod had wrapped
itself over her whole bum. After that she managed to
control herself enough to stay in position but howled
and screamed more and more madly with every stroke. He
hadn't used the thin rod.
"Don't do that. That one still hurts lots. That's where
you put two strokes on top of each other." But by now
he just yearned to get inside her again and wouldn't
stop.
"Ouch, alright Richard, I don't feel like it at the
moment because its still hurting too much. If you think
that is so funny you deserve to get it yourself. I've
warned you before. You're going to get it, right now.
You've promised to take it when I say so, now get out
of bed." she snapped, pulling his penis up hard.
Richard decided to play along because that felt good on
his cock and after all, he had had his fun flogging
her.
Seven had not been much but with that rod flexing in
his hand he had enjoyed every one. So now he didn't
believe she was really going to make him hurt. It was
just a game, a threat, and he really liked her hands on
him.
Samantha got some stockings out of a draw. She made him
hold his hands together and tied them quickly. Then she
pulled the bed clothes off and gave him a push so he
fell flat on his back over the bed. She pulled his arms
high and tied the stocking around one of the boards
making the bed head. A stocking went around each ankle
these were quickly stretched wide and tied at the
corners of the double bed. She tied a piece of clothes
line from the kitchen over his stomach and around the
whole bed to help hold him down. "Now Richard you are
going to get it. There is nothing you can do to stop
it. Just wait till I get a stick."
Samantha came back almost immediately, carrying a solid
cushion lifted from a lounge chair and the two switches
from the hazel nut bush. The thicker and longer one he
had used to print the welts across her bum last night.
"Lift your bottom" She pushed the cushion under him and
put a second pillow under his head. "That makes a nice
display of your cock and balls, doesn't it? And you
with your head up on the pillows, you will be able to
watch it all, watch the rod sink in and see how it
makes you hurt.
"Now, this stick is too long for convenience," she said
picking up the big rod and breaking it in half. She
took up the thinner end. "I'll start with the thin end
but if it does not have enough effect on you Richard I
can always change to use the thick bit." He was
suddenly getting worried. Maybe she was not just going
to play with him. "Now Richard, lets begin," she said
flicking the rod with fingers and wrist, slapping it
onto her other palm.
"I'd better tell you what is going to happen. I want
you to think about how it's going to feel. I'm going to
tap you severely on one testicle at a time and whip
your penis with this thin switch. In fact I will give
you 30 whacks on each one of your parts. To make sure
that you stay attentive you have to control yourself
and not make a loud noise. You can writhe and wriggle
all you want. If I have to gag you I will double the
number of whacks you have left at the time you need
gagging so you better try really hard to be quiet. I'll
rub you and get you really stiff before I start.
"I think you might enjoy it more that way. So that you
last the whole distance you will get a nice long break
after I've done your first testicle and again after
your penis. This is really going to hurt Richard. Each
whack will make you feel you're riding a higher wave of
agony than the one before. I will give you enough time
to completely feel each one. You're going to love being
caressed when it really hurts, aren't you. Well anyway,
I'm going to love playing with you when you're on the
edge of getting wrecked with agony no matter what you
think."
She went on, "The prize you win at the end is being
allowed to go off in my mouth or over my breasts
depending on what I feel like. That might take a while
because you will still be howling and shaking with
agony when I masturbate your burning penis and rub you
swollen balls but don't worry, I'll get you to go off
eventually. We've got all day. What is really going to
be special is that to celebrate the moment when you cum
I'll whack you across both your testicles three times,
just as you spurt. I am afraid these whacks have to be
really hard because of your orgasm, so I'll use this
heavier, thicker half of the stick, just to make it
hurt more and make sure you'll remember the moment. I
want to give you the worst pain on earth with each
spurt. It's going to be great fun watching you."
Richard was seriously shocked and worried, he was
panicking. He begged her not to hurt him like that, he
begged her to just cane his bum but Samantha simply
smiled and told him how much she was going to enjoy the
next hour or two.
Samantha picked up the stick. Scraping the rod along
the back of his cock made him go really hard, he
couldn't help it. "Look at those balls hanging down in
your floppy bag. The right one gets the stick first I
think. I'll hold the other one in my hand out of harms
way. See, like this. I'll lift your bag up above your
fat penis so you can see it happening." She was putting
on a really good show and Richard was close to total
panic. "Please Samantha, don't hit me that hard, it's
just a game. Please, I won't be able to stand it. Not
on my balls. Please". Like all men he was afraid of
having his balls hit but had no idea how much it was
going to hurt on his penis.
Samantha got into position, kneeling on the bed beside
his left hip she grasped the near testicle in her left
hand and pull the scrotum up high. She flicked the
stick through the air a few times making him wait.
"Begging must be hard work Richard, you're sweating so
much and I haven't even started." Another few moments
and then she flicked the stick into the side of his
right testicle, a clearly visible bulge inside the
stretched scrotum.
The first tap was solid and thudded into him. His right
ball was driven down by the impact and then popped back
into place as if to say it was ready for the next one.
He felt no sting on the skin of the scrotum, just an
instant strong ache deep inside his testicle. He stared
wide eyed and open mouthed at the source of pain.
Seeing the stick land and get ready to land again made
it hurt all the worse. Samantha made him wait for 10
seconds or so and then hit again. His mouth went wide
open but he could hardly get a breath. "No, please NO,
NO" he gasped, "You're hurting more than I can stand.
Please stop, Please".
By the fifth time the stick thumped down a sickening
glandular agony had filled his whole gut. Richard was
writhing and pleading for mercy. He knew he could never
stand 30, she was hitting much too hard. It was not
just a game. He could not toss his body around much
because he was being held in place by the ties and his
left testicle which she squeezed and pulled hard to
keep him in place. Tears were streaming down his face.
Samantha was pleased, she liked the power. She was
going to love watching his face grimacing with agony.
She had not made him scream yet but that would come
soon. To make it last longer she now allowed more time
between taps and they got harder and harder. After the
eighth she paused and took a couple of minutes to
stroke and lick his penis while she waited for the pain
to peak and then for him to settle down a bit and do
some more begging before she hit him again. He just
kept on crying, howling, begging and struggling against
his bonds.
Samantha told him she would make the 10th harder than
earlier whacks, to help keep count she said. His body
arched up, went rigid and he screamed, again and again.
"That was silly Richard. Have you no self control? Now
instead of the remaining 20 you will get 40 more on
your right testicle and then 60 on both your penis and
left testicle. What a shame."
As he gasped for enough breath to say No she stuffed a
cloth in his mouth and wound sticky tape right around
his head to keep it in. It was not meant to silence him
completely. She wanted to hear him squeal but unlike
last night when she was screaming there were neighbours
at home this morning.
She picked up the stick again and continued on his
right testicle while his whinnying noises and sharp
edged but muffled screams came through the gag. She did
not let up. She tightened her hold on his left ball to
keep him steady when she swung the stick, thumping into
his right ball in that slow and measured way, half a
minute between wacks now. She was relentless. She liked
doing this. The power to to make him scream so wildly
just by hitting that insignificant little testicle. At
40 she gave him a longer rest to recover his strength
so he would fully appreciate the next lot.
His body was shaking and contorted in spasms, He would
calm down a bit and then, without Samantha doing
anything, he would scream anew and fly into another
muscle wrenching frenzy as more waves of agony throbbed
from his testicle over his whole body. She regarded him
carefully. The right testicle was getting quite swollen
and even a gentle caress made him scream but the skin
of the scrotum looked only mildly red. She felt his
burning testicle all over with her finger tips, gently,
not making it hurt any more just for now but he was
desperately afraid of every touch.
She had been hitting onto the side of the testicle. She
decided to try and angle the next 20 upwards from
underneath, hitting onto the rounded end of the egg
where her fingertips could feel the cord of fine tubes
of plumbing and what she thought was possibly a nerve
connection. She was pleased with the result because his
screams immediately became even wilder and higher
pitched. Maybe it did hurt more there or maybe she had
just hit a bit harder, you couldn't tell. This was very
satisfying. He seemed to totally lose it.
The angle was awkward for her and after she hit her own
fingers she got a shoelace and tied it loosely below
the testicle, making it sit up in a tight pouch of
scrotum. Pulling upwards on the string made hitting the
target easy and she could flick the rod exactly onto
either end of his ball. Wow!!! The stick caused
explosions of pain that just kept on coming in endless
waves. She hit right on the spot often enough to drive
him right to the edge.
After the right testicle had its lot she gave him 5
minutes of rest with the gag loosened so he could
breath more easily. All the time she played with his
penis. He whimpered and begged her not to hurt him any
more but his cock was half hard after all the sucking
and licking.
Back to business, gag in. She rolled back his foreskin
completely, held him firmly and upright in her left
hand, pressing to make the head sit up firmly and took
the thin whippy stick. She meant to hit harder than
before. Kneeling now beside him on the bed, left hand
hard around his prick, she could get a really sharp
swing. More like when she got caned on the palm at
junior school. She hit straight across his piss hole,
six times in a row on the same spot and then turned her
left hand so that she could get at him all over the
purple head that was rapidly turning an angry dark red.
His screams were wild and piercing despite being half
muted by the gag. For a bit he became more erect and
holding his penis lower down she could hit even harder,
up and down across the shaft, taking care not to get
her own fingers. Never had she heard animal screams
like that before. His body shuddered and wrenched
around with a strength she could not control. She had
to time each flick of the cane carefully and that made
it all take a lot longer.
She let him rest at 20 strokes. God she liked this, the
power to hurt, to make him scream. What a Wow. She
never got aroused when he caned her but this was making
her soaking wet. And there was so much more fun to
come.
Then it was time to get on with it. Laying his now soft
and shrunken cock sort of face down along his belly she
knelt between his spread legs and hit crisply along the
length, the tip of the flexing rod biting into the
swollen glans. Samantha knew the back of his shaft was
really sensitive because he wanted her tongue and run
her finger nails up and down there so much.
Now the back of his penis was so well presented for a
caning. Her hand came right down to below the level of
his balls so that the switch flicked along the entire
length of his cock. After each lash he threw himself
around, shrieking and screaming into the gag. She
soothingly stroked and licked him till he calmed down
and then carefully laid the penis straight again ready
for the next lash. He lay still like he was waiting for
it each time and she kept on hitting harder and harder.
After the count of 40 he got another long rest.
Then for the last 20 she held his penis vertically up
by the tip and swished the rod with a vicious wrist and
finger action from side to side making sure that it was
the fast moving tip that cut into his nerve endings.
She gave him 10 in one burst. After a second 10 he
needed 15 minutes to seem sort of human again. He did
not want her to lick and suck but that was his problem.
She liked chewing on the swollen soft worm.
After a long rest he seemed to think it was over but
then she got into position between his legs again.
Seeing she was right handed that position gave her a
good angle to swing the stick on his left testicle. She
held his swollen right testicle and scrotum up high
above the shrivelled penis and started all over again
whacking the rod into his free testicle. He totally
lost it. His screams were getting a bit weaker but
satisfyingly demented. His body writhed and tossed but
the bonds held. She made it last a long time. She now
knew exactly where to land the stick for the best
effect. Most of the strokes were angled up against the
end of his testicle. By the time she finished his
agonised swollen balls were so big that his scrotum was
stretched tight.
She straight away went on to suck him. It took ages, at
least 30 minutes to get any life at all from his prick,
another 10 or more for him to half harden and another
15 to get the sort of reactions that made her think he
might soon go off. She got ready, picking up the
thicker stick. She tasted the beginning of the juice
coming from his pee hole, Samantha arranged her
position and sucked and tongued harder, softly scraping
her finger nails along the back of his shaft.
His penis shuddered and as the first spurt came out she
swung hard across both the swollen testicles siting up
perfectly just below her nose. Never had she imagined
the noise and spasmic contortions that followed. His
cock stabbed deep into the back of her throat. He all
but threw her off. She pulled her head back to give
herself a better swing and just as his second spurt
came, a drool more than a spurt, she hit again and got
the same reaction. She waited for his penis to pulse
some more but it was just shrinking away as he screamed
endlessly.
Not a problem. To be good to her word she needed to hit
him again. She stood back a bit so she could get a
stronger swing and made the third whack hit him much
harder than before. She swung the stick upwards, from
between his knees across the rounded blunt ends of both
his testicles. She felt like giving him another dozen
like that but a promise was a promise and she put the
stick down. That extra pleasure would have to wait till
next time.
She left him for an hour before untying him and even
then he just rolled into a foetal position and
whimpered. It was nearly 2 hours since she had tied him
to the bed. Spasms of agony still kept on shooting
through him from his balls and penis. She lay down and
pressed her body against the outside of him for a very
long while before he began to respond to her. Only then
did she take off the gag. He whimpered when she slipped
her hand gently to hold his tight bag and bruised
floppy penis but he moved to give her room.
Don't feel sorry for him. He had it coming and I loved
every bit of it. Making him scream was a real buzz.
I've never had any sexual feelings when he punished me
but this was different. I gave myself two orgasms with
my right hand fingering my clit while holding his
testicles so he was shit scared that I would hurt him
again.
With my second orgasm my mind was drifting to thoughts
of next time I had him tied up. I might just cane his
bum, bend him over, knees tied tightly together and
pull his ball sack backwards so it's sticking out the
back and trapped between his thighs. He would never
know when the cane would cut his testicles rather than
his bottom.
***
Let me know what you think. Send me any advice you can
think of. Any comment welcome. Send to
s999sloan@yahoo.com.au
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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