The Caning

... With a mighty swing of her arm, Madam Birch landed the first stroke across his large white buttocks.. a moment of silence, then the searing hot pain hit Rob's brain... he screamed... screamed as loud as he could... but of course with a gag then it just becomes a gargled noise. He frantically tried to ease the pain in his fat buttocks by clenching and writhing, but the leather straps kept the target area fully presented and with no hope of evading whatever was coming next... which it inevitably did !! Another searing stroke with a loud SPLATTTT! as the thick cane bit deeply into the soft flesh... Rob just constantly screamed into his gag at every stroke!

Madam Birch was an expert caner, and allowed him to stop writhing and screaming before administering the next. This made sure that the full impact of the stroke was felt and appreciated by the victim rather than a mindless flurry of strokes.

And so it carried on... the first set of twelve was endured... and as she said his cock was checked for any sign of an erection. A pointless exercise thought Rob ! With pain of this magnitude an erection was impossible !!

And so the next set of twelve were administered... he never stopped screaming at each stroke, but as time went on the intensity of noise became less. This was a combination of the fact he was becoming hoarse from screaming, and that his buttocks were in fact beginning to become acclimatised to the searing pain of each stroke.

Again his cock was checked... no erection...

However Madam Birch had awoken a faint murmur of activity with her skilled fingers. The third set of twelve were administered, and again he frantically writhed and squirmed and moaned but there was a definite difference in noise..... Unbelievably, Rob was starting to enjoy the pain and it was becoming bearable mainly due to the erection he now had. Each stroke, although extremely painful , seemed to add another few millimetres to the size of his cock.

Cock inspection this time was unavoidable in detecting his pleasure. And so the **** was called over to milk him dry... the **** like any male knew how to wank a cock. And quickly the sticky sperm was dribbling from his cock.

The final twelve strokes were the worst moments in his masochistic experiences... After an orgasm the whole body becomes different, becomes ****, becomes more sensitive.. and so it was in the pain endurance element of his brain... never had he been hurt so much by a cane than these final twelve strokes. It wasn't because they were any harder than the rest, just that his body couldn't tolerate any more pain.

Finally it was all over !! An arse covered in bleeding welts, purple stripes, black and blue patches, and semen dripping from his cock... he had indeed been properly THRASHED!!