A Spanking Great New Year’s … Part II

If you haven’t read it yet, find the first part here 🙂


“Stroke yourself,” he stood up to check out his handiwork.

I did.

“Good. Alright then. Time to address some 2018 resolutions I think? What about you?”

I had to giggle. “Um, seriously honey? Do I look like I have a choice right now?”

“The cane it is then.”

“What?” I bucked. “Who said anything about the cane?”

“That’s right,” he nodded, ignoring my words completely with a pure evil glint in his eye. “The cane it is. 2018 licks of the cane.”

“Hey! No way!” I bucked and strained against the roped and cuffs. “No way honey!”

He sounded just a little too intent when he said that. He watched me wrestle with distress.

“You’re sexy as hell like that you know?”

I stopped struggling and wiggled so I could see him.

“2018.” His eyes narrowed and his smile was wicked. He had the flogger and was waving it near my feet.

“OK, that’s OK. As long as it’s not the cane.” I relaxed.

Mark is evil though you know. He worked me over with the flogger, starting with my feet, then thoroughly warming my bottom, shoulders calves and thighs. He even delivered a full barrage of semi stinging strokes to my pussy.

“Stroke yourself.” he demanded when he picked up steam and began to lay in hard across my bottom.

I really didn’t have to be told to, my hips were already humping, and my hands were trapped where there was little else my fingers could do but play with my pussy. I was intensely aroused, and oh so wet. My fingers languished in slick lubricant. My bottom ground and circled keeping up with the rhythm of the flogging, so my pussy easily humped my fingers with abandon.

“Unnnnnnnng!” my need keened first.

“Don’t cum!” Mark lashed my thighs hard.

My pussy twitched wickedly and I lifted my head with a desperate gasp. “Don’t!” I whimpered.

“Don’t?” he whipped me harder.

I couldn’t help it. My hips bucked up, my butt cheeks clenched and the scalding sting shot through me too fast for me to stop the inevitable. Mark knew I’d lost it by the way my bum clenched while my pussy pressed and hitched on my very tense hands. When the most intense spasms let me go, my butt cheeks went limp so they wiggled and jiggled as I humped the last bliss from my trapped fingers.

Mark’s laugh was almost a growl.

“I couldn’t help it honey! I couldn’t.” I was almost worried about what he would do now.

He knew perfectly well what state I was in, he’d counted on it. Now he had a reason to exact retribution.

“1000 down, 1006 to go,” he reached down and stood up with the loop cane.

“Of fuck!” I wriggled and struggled again.

“WhoooaAAp!” the thing impacted my bottom.

“Oh! Owe!” I yelped.

“Hump your fingers, get control.”

I closed my eyes and tried. Oh lordy, lordy, lordy that hurt!

When he seared into me with another stroke, I had to beg. ‘Wait OK! Wait! Ow! Ow, ow, ow ow!

“That’s it brat shake it for me.”

Mark ignored my begging and laid in hard with the cane again. I whimpered. My mind was just getting control. I shook my head hard, fighting pain and resistance, but gave no more vocal objection. The next stroke made me cry out, and then the next one took me over the hump.

I didn’t need my fingers on my cunt any more, now I was being stroked by the intense invading sensation of a full force caning. The white hot stripe of impact, the imploding fire of spreading sensation and the terrible burning ache left behind. Again and again. This rhythm washed through me. I whimpered with it until it became too intense.

“Honey please! I’ll cum! I’ll cum!”

Mark ignored me. Instead of showing me mercy he laid in harder.

I came hard very shortly thereafter. In doing so I cried.

When Mark climbed up on the bed and lay down with me he chuckled and kissed my nose and eyes.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“I couldn’t wait,” I sobbed.

“I know,” his smile and the feel of his hands on my face were gentle. “You’re something else you know that?”

“No?” I couldn’t stop the sobs.

Mark just kissed me and pulled me up so my ass was high. The flexion gave my arms some play so I could at least balance on my elbows. It was a good thing too or I might have strangled. His cock pierced my pussy and he proceeded to ride me for what felt like a blissful perfect forever.

Gawd I love being owned and taken.

I still have 906 licks to take. It’ll be a while though. My poor bum has a couple of cuts from the cane that will probably be a few days heeling. I’m gonna feel this one for a few days too. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

So what are my resolutions? To earn 5 times more good girl spankings than bad girl ones, and to give at least two ‘I love you’ blow jobs a week. Here’s hoping each blow job follows or precedes a good girl spanking… *g* wouldn’t that be something?


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