For Charlotte part 2

Reluctantly I let myself be led back to the table. Now there was just one more implement left to play with. I felt a cold ripple of fear run down my spine as I looked at the dark coloured rod. I had experienced its twin, the dragon cane that Sir George owned – this one was identical. Mrs Kelling seemed to read my thoughts.

“I bought them as a pair, Miss Downing. One stays here with me, the other at Winterbrook. Sir George is very fond of using them. I only let him as a special treat. He always finds it very exciting as he knows that they will take me to the limit of what I can endure and yet will leave me highly aroused. The dragon cane is well-named. But of course you know that for yourself don’t you my pretty one?”

“Yes,” I replied, remembering all too well the caning I had received from Sir George and the way that she had encouraged him to greater efforts on that occasion. Just looking at the cane lying on the table made me feel slightly dizzy.

“Make your choice Miss Downing,” she said.

I dipped my hand into the box and selected seven dice. I did not want to be caned. I was only too aware of how painful the dragon cane was going to be and although the thought of being punished again was an exciting one it was outweighed by the fear of how much it would hurt. I felt myself trembling as I watched Anastasia take seven dice too. Without looking at me she rolled her dice. A single one, two fives, one six. I felt my heart quicken, I had an excellent chance, a pair of ones would see me dishing out sixteen strokes of the cane! I rolled my dice too. We both stared at the result. Two sixes, no fives… and like my opponent a single one! It was a tie.

“What happens now?” I asked, “We are tied.”

“What happens now my dear Amelia is that we choose and roll again. “We could of course retain the fives and sixes and add them to the final results. Would that be fun do you think?”

What could I say? It was clear that this was what she wanted to do, but of course it increased the jeopardy no end.

“Very well,” I agreed, “We will add them on.”

“Excellent,” she smiled, “I think this is going to be true finale to our afternoon together! I think I should go first this time.”

I nodded my assent. I watched as she took dice from the box. She selected them one by one, counting them into her hand until she had a dozen in total. My mouth went dry. She was really testing my bravery. If I were to have a decent chance of avoiding punishment then I would need to take at least as many as her. But of course, the more dice I took the greater the number of strokes should I lose, and with my first roll there were potentially a dozen to face already! I forced myself to do what I must. I counted out the dice, fourteen in total.

Anastasia rolled first. Not a great roll, just two ones amidst all the other dice. I didn’t count the fives and sixes, it was more important to me that I should win than worry about how many strokes I might be applying to Anastasia’s bottom. I felt hope rise in me. With fourteen dice, surely I could do better than a pair of ones?

We both craned forward as I rolled my dice.

I scanned the table, searching for ones. I looked again, not able to believe the evidence of my own eyes! No it could not be true! Fourteen dice and not a single one! I checked again, my heartbeat rising. There was no mistake. I had lost and lost convincingly. Mrs Kelling selected the fives and sixes from the others. Four fives, one six! Twenty-six in total. But of course, there were twelve more to add from the first throw. Thirty-eight strokes with the dragon cane! I thought I might faint, but I held onto the back of a chair and took some deep breaths.

Mrs Kelling looked at me quizzically.

“Well Amelia you have played hazard and you have lost. The question you must ask yourself is whether you are prepared to go through with this. You may decide that you cannot bear such a punishment. I cannot compel you, but if you choose not to submit to this then I in turn will not be submit to what you have asked of me. If I am to punish you then make no mistake, I will not show you any leniency with the rod. The choice is yours Miss Downing.”

My mind raced. The thought of such a caning was fearful, I trembled at the prospect. I truly did not know if I would have the fortitude to bear it. But if I refused, then I would utterly betray all of Charlotte’s hopes. How could I deny her the chance of happiness with the man that she loved? The physical pain I would suffer would be merely transitory, her broken heart would surely last a lifetime. I could not, would not be a traitor to her cause.

I looked Mrs Kelling in the eye.

“I will take my forfeit,” I said.

“An excellent choice Amelia,” she smiled. She picked up the rod and gave it a little flick through the air. I trembled again.

I walked slowly across to the chesterfield sofa. I stood at the end and then lowered myself across the arm. The position thrust my bottom up into the air. I felt very vulnerable, very frightened. I felt her place the cane across the centre of my cheeks. I still smarted a little from the slipper, but the sting was fading away. It would be replaced by a far more pain-filled sensation. I tensed as she lifted the cane. I took a deep breath. The cane whistled through the air. As it struck home the line of pain scorched across my bare cheeks. It took a second or two to reach its peak. I exhaled with a soft gasp, then lay there waiting for the next.

She caned me slowly, making me wait between strokes. I think she was savouring the pleasure of it. It was as testing as I imagined it would be. The intensity of the sting was literally breathtaking. Each stroke seemed to burn and burn, and each additional stroke seemed to re-enflame the previous ones. I counted them in my head.

When she had given me ten I heard her place the cane on the table.

“Stand up Amelia,”

I did not imagine for a moment that my ordeal was over. I got shakily to my feet and turned to face her. She took my hand and drew me to her. She stroked my face, and ran her fingers over my lips.

“My poor little Amelia,” she murmured, “All hot and sore and dishevelled, and we’ve hardly started.”

She kissed me softly.

“Stand with your hands on your head,” she instructed.

I did so. I was under her orders and would do just as she told me without question. I shivered as she placed her hand on the inside of my thigh and stroked slowly upwards. As she had done earlier, she started to play with me, to caress me with her fingers, her middle finger finding my little nub, the other fingers teasing around my nether lips. Combined with the stinging lines across my poor bottom her attentions provoked an almost overwhelming feeling within me. I could hardly keep my position and thought my knees might buckle under me.

“A little pleasuring to go with the pain,” she whispered into my ear. “A delightful combination is it not?”

“Yesss,” was all I could gasp.

She played me expertly. Taking me almost to the point of no return before she removed her hand. I did not beg her to continue this time, as much as I longed for it I knew that she would allow me no release until my chastisement was complete. She had wanted me as her plaything and that was exactly what I was. She led me back to the sofa and with a her hand resting in the middle of my back indicated that I was to assume the position once more.

And so my trial continued. Ten more times she brought that wicked cane down across my bottom. Each stroke took me to new heights of agony. By the time I had taken the twentieth I was weeping freely. I had never known such pain, I could no longer distinguish between the separate cane stripes, they had merged into one broad stinging line.

I felt Anastasia’s hand on my arm.

“Kneel in front of me,” she ordered.

I slid off the sofa and onto the carpet in front of her. I got up onto my knees and looked up at her. She seemed so strong, so powerful, the cane held lightly in her right hand. She looked down at me, a smile playing at the corner of her lips.

“Oh I am so enjoying this Amelia,” she remarked, “I can see why being a disciplinarian gives you such pleasure. It must be such a thrill to have those naughty girls under your hand. But now you are the victim, you are the wicked little girl being disciplined by her cruel mistress. And you must be obedient mustn’t you?”

“Yes Ma’am,” I murmured. Now that the caning had paused and the pain across my bottom, although still acute, was starting to subside a little, I was aware again of my own arousal. I wanted her to touch me again, to play with me as she had before.

“Kiss me,” she ordered.

I went to rise. She stopped me, a hand on my head.

“No Amelia, I do not want a kiss on my mouth I want you to attend to my other lips.”

I was shocked. It surely could not be right to do what she was suggesting, to kiss her there? I felt the colour come to my face.

“Please Ma’am… I cannot…” I pleaded.

“Yes Amelia, you can and you will. Unless you want me to be especially cross with you. I can always add strokes for disobedience, just as you did earlier.”

I had no choice. I inched forward on my knees and planted a soft kiss on her pudenda.

“Again,” she ordered. Don’t take your mouth away. Kiss me properly, use your tongue.”

If I could have seen myself at that moment I think I would have died of shame. There I was, half-naked, kneeling on the carpet, my red-striped bottom lewdly on display, my head between the legs of another woman, as she stood over me cane in hand. But I could not see myself, and so I did as I was told. I kissed her and caressed her, using lips and tongue. Placed the cane across my shoulders, holding me in place and making me pleasure her for a good five minutes. At last she released me and made me stand.

“That was very pleasant Amelia…for a novice like yourself. Shall I do it to you and demonstrate how it is properly done?”

“No!” I said quickly.

She giggled. “Then when I have finished caning you I shall.”

I was a mess of confused and contradictory feelings as she made me go over the arm of the sofa for a third time. I still had many strokes of the cane to come, strokes that I dreaded. And yet I could not deny how enflamed I was. One part of me wanted to resist but she was breaking that wilfulness with every stroke of the cane and every instruction to pleasure her. It felt strangely liberating to be under her spell under her absolute control.

There was no break in the punishment this time. It took nearly half an hour for her to administer the eighteen strokes that were my due. I wept and I cried out and I writhed across the arm of the sofa but she had no mercy. The strokes were hard and accurate, taking me beyond the limit of anything I had ever endured before, taking me into a realm of experience that was totally new. Somehow the relentless stripes of pain allowed me to surrender, to let go of my pride and hurt, to allow myself to respond to the urgings of my womanhood and to enter into a heady mixture of agony and ecstasy.

When, at last, it was over Anastasia helped me to stand. She took me in her arms and we kissed deeply. She stroked my face, wiping away my tears. Then she took my hand and led me over to the chaise-longue. I was shivering with excitement - I knew what she intended to do with me.

“Kneel on there,” she ordered, “Head low, bottom up, legs apart.”

I did as she said, kneeling on the low chaise-longe in the lewd position she had described. I felt her kneel behind me and then gave a little gasp as she planted a kiss on the inside of my thighs. She kissed a little higher and I felt her hot breath on my quim. Then it wasn’t her breath I was feeling, it was her lips and her tongue. I almost swooned in ecstasy as she began to pleasure me. I have not the words to describe what she did to me. She used her mouth and she used her fingers too. She stroked along the cane stripes with her hand even as she was kissing my quim. Her fingertip traced my tight little bottom-hole as her tongue flicked at my nub. She took me to the very edge, then drew back, not allowing me to find release. Three times she did that until it was almost unbearable. Then just when I could take no more, she thrust her fingers deep within me. I went over the edge, the pleasures exploding inside my head like the most magnificent of firework displays. It was too much and I fainted.

When I came too she was waving a bottle of smelling salts under my nose. I coughed and spluttered and opened my eyes.

She smiled at me. “I think that you rather enjoyed that Miss Downing. I think that we have conclusively proved that you are anything but the cold spinster that you portray to the world.”

I did not know what to say. Now that my throes of ecstasy were passed I felt a wave of the familiar shame wash over me. How could I have done those things, how could I have allowed myself to taken to the depths of depravity that Mrs Kelling had led me? But then a stronger voice asserted itself in my head. I had experienced an intensity of pleasure and pain that I would have gone my whole life without had it not been for this afternoon. I should have no regrets on that account. And what is more I hadn’t done it for myself – I had done it for Charlotte.