I wanted her stressed. I wanted her hurt. In preparation for her agony
I positioned her in a chair and tied her firmly to a vertical board
with her arms pulled back and wrists fastened to her torso where they
could not defend against any assault. I pulled her ankles apart and
then her knees leaving her very exposed. I unbuttoned her blouse and
hiked her miniskirt.
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I applied painful clamps to her nipples. At the base, powerful
clamps with small blunt tips that crushed and held tight. At the
tips pinchy sharp tangs that dug in.
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Each lip received a powerful blunt tipped clamp.
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I gagged her.
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Then I removed the chair.
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At first it appeared to make little difference. She didn't move a bit.
Back straight, legs spread, knees bent. I waited, but not long. I started
smacking her. Blows to her breasts. Slaps to the crotch.
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Eventually she started to sag just a little. She started to sweat.
I could see the stress building.
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And then I caned her.
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Blows to her inner and outer thighs. Blows to her calves. Strikes
through her skirt to her ass. The beautiful red welts began to rise.
She squealed. I was happy.
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