The Caning Room
#12 of Cub
First time being caned.
_ English is my third language, please correct me if I am using Chinese-style English. Thanks for reading. Please feel free to comment ^_^ _
The Caning Room
** I was sitting at the waiting room. Cold sweat glistened on my furrowed brow. With paws clasped tightly in front of my stomach I constantly fiddled with my knuckles, weaving my fingers in and out of each other. Soon, the door opened and a human entered. His pants were simple and a comfortable fit and reached down to his leather boots. The boots were made from fairly rare leather, but were otherwise quite simple.**
** "Selina, it's your turn," he announced. Brown, sleek hair slightly revealed a lean, wild face.**
** Frightening thoughts race through my mind.**
"Is this your first time?" His giggle was a stone bouncing across a glossy lake, creating ripples of mirth where there had been none.
"Yes, Mr Wilbur."
"Everyone has his/her first time and first time is ALWAYS painful, follow me."
** We walked side by side through the long corridor. I wagged my dog tail and pricked up my ears unconsciously. I found that we had nothing to speak of. It was early in the morning and the corridor was deserted and silent.**
Finally we reached the room where my torment begins. He pushed open the door and gestured me to enter. Suddenly I became paralyzed with fright and I was quaking with fear. I remarked the tense atmosphere as soon as I entered the room. I gulped as I shuffled into the caning room.
** I saw a purple Husky tied to a pole and a man was caning her bare buttocks. The sudden blow to her buttocks made her call out in pain.** She squeezed her eyes shut as the tears ran down her face. "That'll be your expression afterwards," Wilbur whispered to me. The sight sent cold shivers down my back.
** CRACK! "Ten!" the man shouted. Ouch! That must be very painful.**
** "Once Paul is done with your sister, you're next!" Wilbur warned me.** I stiffened in momentary panic and wanted to run out from this room.
** CRACK! "Twelve!" the man shouted again. I could feel her pain.**
** "I'm leaving now, you better start removing your skirt and underwear," Wilbur said and then he left the room. A few minutes later, I began to pull down my skirt and underwear.**
** CRACK! "Fifteen!" My sister urinated unconsciously.**
** The man put down the cane and released my sister. As I approached, my sister gave me a nod of greeting. She was too painful to say anything. I noticed she was walking like a duck.**
** Paul raised my arms above my dog head, turned me around so that my buttocks facing him and then tied my hands to the pole. "Selina, you're better than your sister and so you'll only receive ten canes. Now, park your tail at your back," he said.** He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a mop of dark hair and heavy, solemn brows that were offset by a boyish grin.
** I felt myself blushing furiously, this was my first time standing naked before a man. For an eleven year old this was a terrifying moment. I flinched as the man swished the cane a couple of times through the air behind me.** Each time he did it I expected it to land on my bottom. Standing there, closed to tears waiting to be caned and it seemed like hours. In the end he stood almost by my side. "Though this is your first time, I won't go easy on you," he said, smiling.
** Then it happens. I saw him move round more behind me, clearly in my view so he could get a good shot at my little waiting bottom. I saw the cane moved, I gritted my teeth expecting it to land and feel a dreadful pain.**
He swung the cane vigorously striking my cheeks with all the force that he could muster. He beat on my buttocks five times. My cheeks felt like it had touched a hot frying pan. Tears overcame me and I wept.
If my paws were not tied, I would have surely jumping around massaging my bottom. After tapping my bottom a few times, I heard the wind whistle as the cane cut the air and the loud crack as it landed across my bottom. The sting was horrible; I gasped and clenched my teeth.
** He gave my cheeks two or three taps with the cane and told me to stop screaming. These little taps made matters worse, as I knew they were just taps but they still stung a bit.** Dimly I heard a snapping sound and fresh pain flooded my arse. The pain that welled up on my arse was excruciating - worse than when dentist extracted my tooth.
Again and again the cane swished down, each stroke leaving my buttocks stained with a plump crimson weal. Finally, he stopped and untied me. "Selina, if you don't want to be caned again, you must study hard and must not fail any subjects."
"Yes, teacher Paul," I replied politely as I dried my tears with a handkerchief. I tried to put on my underwear but I groaned. The pain was increasing in waves, small lulls giving false hope of an end. Each peak robbed my ability to speak, sent me crashing to the bare boards. It's as though my blood has become acid, intent of destroying me from the inside out. All I could do was writhe, the occasional whimper escaping to echo off the walls.
Paul giggled. "Come, you need this cream," he said and walked to a table.
I saw him taking out a small bottle from the drawer. "Hands on this table and bend down."
I covered my pudenda with my skirt as I walked towards to the table. He spread the cream on my burning buttocks and soon it cooled my arse down. "How's the feeling now?"
"Teacher, I don't feel so 'burning' anymore," I answered as I put on my underwear slowly.
"You won't be able to sit down for a few hours. You can leave now and I hope you don't come back to this caning room again."
"Thank you, teacher, I'll study hard and pass all the subjects." Now I knew why my sister walked like a duck.
The end.