Victoria's Vice

"Yes Sir!" Vicky felt very nervous now. This was indeed a much more serious punishment than she had ever received before. Her head, hanging upside down over the seat, nodded as her knees shook. She thought they might even buckle as her thighs trembled and she held on to the chair for support.

"I will tap you lightly on the bottom three times before each stroke to allow you to brace yourself but otherwise once I have started the punishment will continue until it's complete."

Vicky, too frightened to speak, couldn't respond. She waited...

There was silence broken only by the soft hum of the video cameras. Then she heard a soft rustling behind her and something hard touched her across both buttocks.

Tap...Once

Tap...Twice

Tap... A third time

SWISH... THWHACK!

The cane struck Vicky across the upper part of her buttocks with a force she had not expected or anticipated, despite all her previous punishments. A loud sharp cracking sound shattered the silence as she rocked violently forward on her rigid straight legs and almost toppled over onto the chair.

She squealed aloud in shock, then the numbness induced by the blow faded and the pain began.

Oh God! It stung! It burned!

Tap... tap... tap... SWHISH - THWACK!

A second blow fell in the same place, slightly below the first. This time her knees did buckle under her and she bit hard into her lower lip, half stifling the cry that burst out of her mouth.

Tap... tap... tap... SWHISH - THWACK!

A third stroke fell across her buttocks so close to the first that she couldn't tell the sites of pain apart.

Tap... tap... tap... SWHISH - THWACK!

The fourth blow fell in an almost identical place. Vicky whimpered, her eyes filling with tears. The first four strokes of the cane were over and her legs felt very weak; this was a new level of pain and humiliation beyond anything her previous misdemeanours warranted.

But... along with the pain, was there... something else... in the background?

She jumped as, to her surprise she felt a large, warm palm being rubbed over the wounded, soft flesh of her bottom as if surveying the damage that had been caused. It lightly touched the upper part of one cheek where the cane had fallen then moved smoothly across to the other. Then a single finger slipped momentarily along the cleft in between, dancing across her tightly puckered anus and just touching the base of her slit making her shiver with...

With what? Vicky couldn't quite understand.

"I hope when we have finished that you will remember this afternoon rather more clearly than you have remembered our other... meetings, Miss Jenkins."

The voice was still calm, still firm but there was something about the way his fingers had touched her wounded flesh that made her mind spin.

"You may stand up for a minute." His voice could hardly be heard over the buzzing in her ears.

Vicky pulled herself as upright as she could using the chair back for support. She felt dizzy and her eyes were wet with tears, more for the humiliation than the pain. Instinctively, she reached behind to feel her damaged cheeks.

"I would advise you not to touch yourself there until the end." He said coldly. "There's a risk of infection."

But it was too late. When Vicky's fingers reached her wounded buttock they found stripes of swollen flesh and she winced audibly. It hurt badly, but along with the hurt was a strange feeling of... she couldn't tell.

"That's a long enough break, Miss Jenkins," his voice was firm again despite his soft touch and she reluctantly began to bend over the chair once more, her legs trembling badly now.

"One moment! You might find it more comfortable if you removed your shirt." He interrupted.

The room was definitely getting hotter and the shirt's collar made it hard for her to breathe.

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir!" she mumbled, quickly unbuttoning and slipping off her blouse, folding it neatly and placing it on the pile of clothes on the bench.

"I will endeavour to spread the next four strokes over your bottom to avoid excessive damage to any one area but caning is not an exact science and I cannot guarantee this. Do you understand?" Vicky nodded.

"Thank you Sir."

"Now assume the position again!" He commanded. "We haven't got all day!"

Vicky obediently complied though her knees were already weak and unstable. Her bottom throbbed from the pain but she was increasingly aware of another, barely identifiable sensation building within her too. She bent over, presenting her behind to him and the cameras and grasped the chair and closed her eyes.

There was a pause before the dreaded 'tap... tap... tap... came, this time on her right buttock, followed by a resounding THWACK as the cane struck her hard, this time half way up.

The pain of the cane striking the soft meaty part of her buttock was far, far greater than when it had struck its firmer, upper region. Vicky gasped, felt her knees begin to buckle again and fought to retain a little composure but as she felt the next three taps and the second blow fall immediately afterwards it was all she could do to remain vertical and not pee herself.

THWACK!

Her breath caught in her throat as her soft left buttock took the full force of the blow, its stinging pain surging down her inner thighs to her toes and back to her groin.

She braced herself for the third agonising stroke but instead felt the warm hand on her bottom again, stroking her damaged flesh. The softness of its touch helped soothe the stinging but as its palm caressed her buttocks, stray fingertips slipped back along her cleft and down between her thighs where they toyed lightly with her puffy outer lips, gently parting them and dipping into her slit.

Vicky froze, feeling her body responding automatically to his touch, despite her humiliating position, moisture oozing from her rapidly lubricating vagina onto the invading finger.

"You appear to be becoming aroused, Miss Jenkins," the voice said sternly, "that is not the objective of this punishment."

She cried out in shock as without warning the third and fourth strokes joined the first two in striking her soft, sensitive flesh, one sharp stinging stripe on each soft fleshy cheek. She cried out in shock at their hard stinging and its sharp contrast to the soft warm caress of the hand between her legs only moments before.

But then once again the gentle hand returned to caress her damaged flesh, its long fingers stroking her inner thighs almost lovingly before brushing almost accidentally against her puffy labia.

A strange warm wet feeling passed through her like a wave.

"You may have another minute's break." The voice was still calm, emotionless as the fingers were withdrawn from her body, leaving it to the cool air in the room.

Vicky pulled herself upright again, or at least as upright as her welt-covered buttocks would allow. She held tightly onto the chair back for balance as she gulped in loud lungfuls of air and the room slowly stopped turning around her.

"Perhaps if you were to remove your brassiere too you would find it easier to breathe."

His voice, though caring in tone, felt like a command and without thinking, Vicky unfastened her bra, sliding it down her arms and leaving her breasts hanging free, her nipples hardening immediately in the cool air as she placed it on top of her other clothes.

"That's better. Now would you prefer to have something to bite on for the next four strokes?"

Vicky gulped. In all her punishments, she had never been asked that question before. My God! She thought. How bad would it be? The next four strokes were to be across her lower buttocks and the top of her thighs. The most painful part!

"Will I... Will I need it Sir?" she asked tremulously.

"I think it would be advisable," came the reply.

"Then yes please Sir," she replied.

He opened a desk drawer and took something out then crossed to where she stood, now naked except for her knee socks, black shoes and the panties bunched around her knees.

"Open!" He commended. Vicky opened her mouth and a thick leather pad was slipped between her teeth. She bit on it; it was strong and tasted of old tobacco.

"Now bend over!"

Far beyond any remaining modesty, the dazed Vicky assumed the punishment position for a third time, her freed boobs dangling down beneath her heaving chest.

"The next strokes will be on the base of your cheeks and top of your thighs. The flesh is softer there and it is likely that they will sting considerably more than the last."

Vicky gulped again and held her breath. She did not have long to wait.

Tap... tap... tap... THWACK!

The pain that shot through her body as the cane struck the soft, delicate skin at the top of her thighs surpassed all her previous agonies. Vicky yelped into the gag in fear and shock as her lower buttocks took the full force of the cane's cruel punishment but to her surprise, the real shock came from the tiny amount of force that the stroke had given to the naked, exposed, slightly puffy lips of her vulva that protruded slightly from between her bare battered buttocks.

She had not expected that at all! Her knees trembled but she couldn't tell whether from pain or this strange new pleasure.

Tap... tap... tap... THWACK!

The second stroke fell almost exactly in the same place and this time there was no mistaking it. She cried out and bit hard into the gag, her voice a high pitched, muffled whimper. Vicky's bottom writhed as she lost control of her legs; her vulva and thighs tingling madly but alongside the terrible bite of the cane into the flesh of her thighs, there was no mistaking the powerful sexual thrill that surged through the engorged outer lips of her vulva and into her belly as the cane clipped her swollen lips. Her whole vulva tingled and throbbed wildly, her knees wobbled but she couldn't be sure whether the pain or the pleasure was the cause.

Tap... tap... tap... THWACK!

The third stroke fell in the soft crease between her upper thighs and her lower buttocks, her cheeks taking most of the force of the blow, but again there was more than enough left to twang against the increasingly puffy and distended vulva that protruded at the base of her cleft.

Vicky gasped again and held onto the chair so tightly her knuckles turned white. Pain and arousal washed over her, so entwined within her body that she could not separate them.

The pain was so arousing; the arousal was so painful!

She felt the increasingly familiar warm hand stroking the battered flesh of her buttocks gently, almost lovingly then delicately cupping her hyper-sensitive vulva. A long finger ran along her slit then probed the entrance to her weeping vagina.

"Please Sir," she hissed, not knowing or understanding what she wanted from him, "Please..."

The finger slipped deep into her weeping vagina. Vicky felt herself automatically pressing back against it, forcing it deep into her body until her vulva was pressed hard against the hand's warm palm. The finger began to move within her, twisting from left to right inside her hot, wet passage; she felt the pressure of his palm against her battered, swollen outer lips and a thumb toying with her dark sphincter above. She pressed back against it, her whole body tingling, pleasure and pain mixed tightly together.

A shudder flashed through her as the hand was slowly withdrawn, then:

Tap... tap... tap... THWACK!

The pain across Vicky's upper thighs was excruciating but this time with it came a huge pulse of pleasure much stronger than the last, almost overpowering the scream from her striped cheeks and making her knees shake uncontrollably.

"Oh my Godddd!" she gasped, biting hard into the leather, feeling and smelling the lubrication that dripped from her engorged vulva only inches from her inverted head and displayed obscenely in front of the man who was bringing her so much pleasure along with so much pain.

Tap... tap... tap... THWACK!

The fourth stroke landed directly in the crease where her buttocks and thighs joined, giving Vicky's red, swollen, distended vulva a short, sharp, stinging blow far harder than any she had yet endured.

Immediately, a massive pulse of orgasm washed over her, shaking her whole body in a tsunami of heat that began at her collapsing knees, shaking her trembling thighs, making her throbbing vulva weep even more as the wave of climax surged through her belly and on towards her tight chest and dangling breasts.

Tap... tap... tap... THWACK!

Vicky was beyond control long before the fifth, unexpected stroke landed on her bottom, much less forcefully than the others but this time between her cheeks, straight along the length of her cleft, striking her puckered anus and pulsing, throbbing slit directly.

"Oh Jesus! Oh Help!" she gasped almost silently.

As her body reeled from the unexpected onslaught, another massive wave of orgasm passed through her along with the huge pulse of pain - a new, exciting and frightening mixture she had never dreamed existed.

She grasped the chair as tightly as she could as her body shook with the tremors of this new and entirely unfamiliar climax. A trickle of her juices began to run down the inside of her thighs and she closed her eyes tightly, barely able to stand.

"Oh Sir!" She gasped, her voice almost a squeal. "Oh Please Sir! Oh please!"

Tap... tap... tap... THWACK!

At the sixth stroke, the dam finally broke and wave after wave of earth shattering orgasm washed over her. Vicky's knees gave way completely and she fell across the chair, her hands still clasping its back, her bare breasts crushed against the seat by her body's weight, her knees on the floor as her whole being shook uncontrollably.

"Oh God! Sir! Oh my God!" The words were almost unintelligible as Vicky lay across the chair and waited for the next blow to fall on her defenceless body.

It never came.

There was a rustling behind her, then a short, muffled, metallic sound.

Something or someone forced apart her unresisting thighs.

Someone knelt silently between her spread legs; she could feel the heat from his body.

Something large and warm with a smooth end was rubbed against her wet, wounded buttocks. She winced.

The same 'something' was rubbed across her damaged upper thighs. She gasped.

The 'something' was rubbed up and down the length of her swollen cane-marked and very wet slit. She held her breath.

It parted her outer lips. She moaned.

It parted her inner lips. Her eyes opened wider, staring fuzzily at the jacket with its leather patches that still hung from the chair in front of her.

And then the 'something' was thrust deep into her vagina from behind. Vicky's eyes opened wide then closed tightly as her battered body was penetrated forcefully. Two strong hands grasped her by the waist and pulled her hard onto the huge penetrating pole of muscle, driving it deep into her body until its head pressed tight against her cervix and the freshly caned flesh of her vulva buttocks was pressed hard against the invader's belly and thighs.

She spat out the leather gag.

"Oh Yes! Oh my God yes! Fuck me! Fuck me Sir!"

Vicky wailed as the invading cock was slowly withdrawn then immediately thrust back into her loose, wet vagina, at first in long, slow, deep strokes that reached deep into her body, then shorter and faster penetrations that brought its owner's belly in contact with her burning cheeks time and again.

"Oh Sir... Please Sir... Please... Oh, God, Yes..." Her voice sounded pleading and pathetic, even to her own ears.

Deeper and deeper he took her, faster and faster he relentlessly forced himself into her from behind, filling the room with loud, wet slapping sounds as their bodies collided over and over again.

Her shaking legs felt useless - the man's strong frame and fearsome erection held Vicky firmly. Helpless, entirely at his mercy, she gasped for breath as wave after wave of powerful orgasm pulsed through her body. The cock felt huge - her swollen, damaged labia minutely sensitised to every ridge and furrow on the shaft that mercilessly penetrated her from behind.

Finally she felt the thrusts becoming faster and faster until they were short, sharp and rapid. Dazed and dizzy, Vicky instinctively clamped down as hard on the invading cock as her damaged vulva would allow and was rewarded by a groan of pleasure from behind her and a new wave of rapidly approaching climax from her own body.

No more than half a dozen strong, almost violent strokes later, a final, full, earth-shattering orgasm wracked her body as a hard animal grunt came from between her spread thighs and her anxious, pleading vagina was filled with hot, sticky semen from the pulsating cock embedded deep within her.

The room was suddenly filled with harsh, animal grunts and groans coming behind her, driven by the intensity of his ejaculation, his thrusts now wild and violent. She cried out with pain – no, with pleasure – no, with pain as he came and came again... her head spinning, the room revolving around her... her eyes clouding...

Then mercifully, the thrusting gradually slowed then finally ceased. They paused motionless, panting for breath, their chests heaving, his shirt front lightly tickling her hot back, her chest and arms draped helplessly over the hard wooden chair.

Vicky felt faint, slightly sick, her head spinning, she began to faint.

A strong arm slipped around her waist, taking her weight as the rapidly softening penis slipped messily from her body. The arm was joined by another and she felt her exhausted body being gently lowered to the rug. She winced as her damaged buttocks touched its rough surface then rolled onto her side, truly spent. A trickle of thick, creamy semen ran down her red-striped buttocks and onto the Spanking Rug beneath her.

She was dimly aware of strong arms picking her exhausted, battered body gently from the floor; of being carried out into the corridor, through other doors and around corners before being lain in a soft bed.

The smell was familiar. It was her bed. It was over.

A small pillow was slipped under her head and a blanket was carefully pulled over her.

A kiss was placed on her forehead.

She fell asleep, exhausted.

***

"Is tea ready yet Mum? I'm starving!" The question came from the dirty, soil-encrusted nine year old boy in football kit who burst in through the back door trailing mud behind him across the kitchen tiles

"Boots outside!" She commanded and with a grunt, the boy vanished, reappearing a few seconds later barefoot.

"NOW can you tell me..." He asked in a mock moan.

His mother bent down to open the oven door and check the large baking tray that sizzled within. The boy thought he saw her gasp and wince as she squatted low on her heels but was much too interested in food to ask why.

"There's just time for you to go and get yourself clean – properly clean – that means washing the mud off BEFORE you use the towel, right?" she said.

"Yes Mum..." And he was gone.

At the breakfast bar his older sister looked up from her mathematics homework and gave an exaggerated sigh.

"Mummm! Why did you have to have a boy too?"

"You'll have to ask your father." Her mother joked. "He's in charge of difficult questions today."

"Can you help me with these maths problems then?" the girl winged. "They should be easy for you. Or just sit and look over my shoulder when I do them?"

"I'd better just stand here and finish the dinner first or you'll all be on my case. Ask your father when he comes out of the Study."

"He's not still in there is he?"

"Be patient! He'll be out in a minute. He's finishing off on the computer after our meeting this afternoon. It's like that when you work from home."

"Meeting? Bor-ring!" The girl moaned. "I'm glad I don't have to go to meetings!"