Sandi's Lesson, Part 5 (Conclusion)

[MichiganHeadmaster]

Part 5

Tony did not begin Sandi’s caning immediately. Instead, he rubbed her ass cheeks gently while the sting from the tawse continued to dissipate. He massaged her pussy lips which still throbbed from the tips of the tawse hitting them. As Sandi became more excited, the sting became less noticeable. He continued to massage and she continued to become
excited, getting closer and closer to a long-awaited orgasm. Just prior to allowing her this release, however, Tony stopped. Sandi was frustrated but she also suspected that being caned following her orgasm would probably hurt even more. She could wait.

Tony massaged her ass cheeks for another few minutes. The effects of the tawse were now barely noticeable, but Sandi’s cheeks were sufficiently warmed up for the cane. “It’s time to begin, Sandi.” The words she was dreading. “This time, Sandi, you will again count each stroke and say ‘Thank you, sir.’ This will be for only the first fifteen. I will repeat any you do not count successfully. By this time, you will be hysterical. I will not make you count the last fifteen, but I will insist that you refrain from any pleas for mercy. In fact, you will not speak at all unless spoken to, except to count the first fifteen. Any violation will result in extra strokes. I suggest that you not do anything to earn additional ones. It will be all you can do to endure the thirty you will receive. Is that understood?” “Yes, sir,” Sandi replied softly.

Tony took his position to Sandi’s left. He measured the supple rattan across both cheeks. He selected a spot in the center of her buttocks for the first stroke. He tapped lightly. He waited about ten seconds. The cane whistled through the air, landing exactly where he
Had aimed. Sandi felt like her bottom had been seared. She got the first count out. As she waited for the second stroke, the pain from the first stroke seemed to grow. Just as the sting seemed to peak, Tony measured the cane across her buttocks again. Sandi instinctively wanted to beg him to wait. She caught herself, and tried to prepare mentally for the next stroke. It landed just under the first one, and Sandi screamed. She did not dare ask him to delay the third stroke. She screamed out the count.

Tony moved to the Sandi’s other side. He measured the cane across her bottom for a backhand stroke. He waited about thirty seconds, then swung without warning. This time he caught the underside of her buttocks. Sandi screamed out loud, then cried out the count after a few seconds. The next stroke caught the line separating her thighs from her
buttocks. Sandi screamed again, but managed to get the count out before the next stroke. It landed in the same spot, and Sandi almost became hysterical. She wanted to plead like anything now, but knew better than to do so. She forced herself to count in between sobs.

These strokes were followed by several diagonal strokes, and then several more strokes on one or the other cheek alone, delivered so that the tip of the cane left deep welts in selected spots. Sandi did all she could to maintain enough control to count. She missed the thirteenth count, where the tip of the cane had struck the same tender spot on the
outside of her left buttock for the third time in a row. Without warning, he struck right next to the spot again. “What is the count, Sandi?” Tony asked. “Thirteen, thank you, sir!!!” Sandi screamed, correctly that time. She got the next two strokes correctly also. “Very good, Sandi,” said Carol, who was now seated in front of Sandi, a few inches from her face. Carol pulled Sandi’s hair out of her face and wiped her tears with her fingers. “I think she’s ready for the rest, Sweetheart,” Carol said to Tony.

Relieved of the obligation to count the remaining strokes, Sandi prepared to receive the rest of her punishment. Her bottom still stung ferociously, and she was unable to keep still in her bonds. She shifted her hips as far as she could from one side to the other, as though that would dispel the pain somewhat. The bench kept Tony’s target perfectly in position, though. Tony measured the cane across Sandi’s buttocks and tapped lightly. Sandi flinched. “Just fifteen more, my dear. Keep your ass still, like the girls in the stories you fantasize about so much!” Tony said teasingly. He lashed the cane across her buttocks. Sandi screamed out loud, tears forming in her eyes again. He waited fifteen
seconds or so, struck her again just below where the last stroke landed. Sandi screamed again and struggled against her bonds as much as she could.

“Losing control so quickly, Sandi?” Carol taunted. “You really should have been corrected much more often. This is always hardest on spoiled little girls!” The next stroke landed on her “sweet spot” again, the tops of her thighs. Another stroke landed in the same spot a few seconds later, followed by a stroke about one inch higher on her ass.

With ten strokes to go, Sandi was reduced to inarticulate sobbing in between high-pitched screams. She could not shift her hips out of range of the cane strokes, try though she did. When she straightened her legs as far as they would go, lifting her hips off the bench, Tony took the opportunity to lash Sandi’s upper thighs. When Sandi dropped her hips again, he delivered additional strokes across the back of one or the other of her thighs, and then lashed the outer part of each hip once with the tip of the cane. Tony then took aim toward the soft crevice of Sandi’s buttocks. The tip of the cane struck the inner part of her left buttock, landing just outside her puckered anus. Sandi screamed and
instinctively spread her ass-cheeks as far as she could. The next stroke came from the other side and struck the same area on the right. Tony waited about thirty seconds, leaving Sandi in suspense as to when the last stroke would land. Tony selected a spot exactly below the last stroke, and delivered it wicked accuracy. This time, the tip struck the edge of her anal opening. Sandi screamed wildly, but it was over.

The incredible sting of the last strokes lingered on, and Sandi continued to struggle and sob loudly. She did not immediately notice Carol kissing her on the forehead, then on the cheeks, and finally on her lips. With her bottom still smarting, Sandi accepted Carol’s tongue eagerly. Any sign of affection was preferable to continued punishment. By now, Tony was rubbing aloe lotion onto Sandi’s burning ass, and deep in between her cheeks. His fingertips found her pussy lips, and her increasing arousal made her forget how much her ass cheeks stung. He continued rubbing and stroking until she got right to the edge of orgasm, and finally exploded in spasms of pleasure while her lips locked with Carol’s. Finally, Sandi’s spasms subsided, and she lay exhausted, panting, on the bench, still secure in her bonds. The stinging sensation in her buttocks, thighs, and ass crack returned with a vengeance. She knew it would last a long time, but that she deserved it and would fantasize about it for months. After a few minutes Carol unfastened Sandi’s bonds. “Congratulations, young lady. You did real well!”

Sandi was helped up, and fell into Tony’s arms. Their lips locked. “Don’t get too comfortable, guys!” said Carol, unbuttoning her blouse. “It’s my turn next.”

THE END

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Sandi's Lesson, Part 5

Part 5? You mean, we're up to Part 5 and that girl still hasn't learned her lesson yet?!!

Just like some brats that I know.

[BlackVelvet007]

Dag. It's been one heck of a journey, but a great payoff. Thanks for sharing this one.

[MichiganHeadmaster]

Thanks. When I wrote it I had never even swung a cane, so it was all fantasy. Well, most of it still is, actually. Still hoping for that private penthouse/playroom. :-)