Once again the leather strap cracked into Ellie's bottom and the stinging pain ran through her again. She tried not to cry out, but it was hard. This punishment was really hurting. The ten-minute hourglass that Mistress Harriet had placed on the table next to the bed was close to running down, so at least this part of her session would soon be over. It seemed an age since she had been given the instruction - "Adopt the position Ellie. Bend over the pillows, spread your thighs and get your bottom up in the air". A hard hand spanking had followed. After that Harriet had reversed the hourglass and commenced the strapping. Two more hard strokes on the backs of her thighs followed then finally the hourglass had run out.
"Now, as I promised you Ellie, it's time for the cane. Twelve strokes. Hold your position or we will have to start again."
Ellie tensed as she heard a swish, but Harriet was just testing her stroke. Then two light taps on the centre of her cheeks, a swish then a crack as the cane connected. There was a strange pause, as Ellie heard the loud crack of the cane on her bottom but felt nothing. Then very quickly she felt an intense stinging pain that seemed to run all up her spine. Then a residual stinging across her cheeks. A pause, then another swish before the second stroke connected hard just below where the first had landed. Ellie could not help herself and yelped.
She remembered what Mistress had told her about the stages of punishment. Tears of anger, tears of pain then finally ... tears of remorse. The third stroke connected hard, right in the crease where her bottom met the top of her thighs. The pain was unbelievable. Ellie buried her head in the pillow, bit into it hard and began to sob.
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Harriet was enjoying the view. At sixty years of age, she had caned many bottoms in her time and examined many pussies. But she had to admit that the view Ellie presented was particularly pleasing. The smooth pale skin of her bottom and thighs, now striped red. Her full tits hanging down nicely capped by two hard pointy pink nipples. The long red hair cascading around her face. Her plump little pussy, with its halo of red hair, the delicate pink inner lips just peeking out. In due course that pussy would present an even better view, once Harriet had opened the girl up fully. But for now, she had other things to do. Ellie was going to receive her full punishment, the remaining nine strokes of her caning across her bottom cheeks.
There was an art to administering a punishment caning, part physical, part psychological. Harriet had always thought that twenty-four years old was an ideal age to start a girl's training. Ellie was experienced enough to know at least some of the things required of her in the bedroom. Malleable enough to take instruction and learn how to obey and please a mistress.
So far Harriet and delivered three stripes, spaced evenly across and down the girl's cheeks, so that the girl would experience the different levels of pain delivered according to position. She was, deliberately, taking her time. Leaving long enough between each stroke for the girl to fully feel the effect of each, then begin to anticipate the next. Ten seconds was usually about right.
Ellie had now buried her face in the pillow and begun to cry, a sure sign that Harriet was getting this session right. By now, Harriet knew, from personal experience, that the girl's bottom would be stinging and burning intensely. She would also know that she had nine more strokes to come and that the pain was only going to intensify.
It was important to "randomise" the strokes somewhat, so that the girl could not know when and where the next would land, thus increasing her apprehension as the caning progressed. Harriet had just, deliberately, hit the most sensitive spot, the most painful, at least for a bottom caning. She now moved her target higher up and started to deliver another six hard strokes, spaced across the top and middle of Ellie's cheeks. Harriet made each stroke slightly harder than the one before.
Ellie was now sobbing continually and crying out after each stroke. She was also wiggling her bottom about after each, as if hoping to escape her punishment. Her bottom was now red all over and nicely striped.
Harriet moved on to the finale. She swung back the cane and delivered a tenth stroke at full force on the "sweet spot". The crease where the top of Ellie's thighs met her bottom. The girl screamed, then finally broke.
"Please mistress, please stop mistress, please, please ..."
