Rebecca Part 3

[s999sloan]

REBECCA Part 3.

Planning a thrashing

Sarah and Lyn met over lunch. “So she has gone for the pain option. That will be fun.”
“That's right Lyn, thank goodness.”

“You know Sarah, I get the impression that you quite like the thought of what she's going to get. You'll like watching, won't you. Maybe the girl was just getting a bit too high and mighty. A good dose of pain will serve her well while being quite delicious for you to dish out.”

“If you can see all that Lyn, I better never ever play poker for money. You are right though, I want her to get it, hard.” What Sarah didn't explain was that she was wanting her own revenge. They had nearly been half ruined by this carelessness.

Lyn laughed, “Let’s get started on the details. Well, the boss looked at a picture of that nurse getting flogged. Wants us to do it just like that, give her one lot of 80 strokes, over thighs, bum and back. He would love to have the cane curl right around her back, you know, a few touching the sides of her breasts. Take an hour and a half."

“Wow”nodded Sarah. She just managed to stop herself from licking her lips. “Can I suggest making it a bit more moderate. Let's just make it 60 minutes”. Lyn nodded. “Then I think 3 dozen really hard ones on her bum and legs is all she could take.”

Again Lyn agreed, "I will try to get him to change but he does have the last word you remember. There is something else." Lyn actually blushed. "He wants her to get screwed. He automatically assumes it will be a man doing the beating. Really, he's just a typical sexist pig.”

“Ah dear. I am not sure we want to go there. Let me think about it."

“Also, Sarah, he wants evidence that it has been done properly. He would love to watch but realises that can’t be. He wants me there watching events. Promise I won't interfere.”

Lyn’s hopes would have to be dashed. “We can’t have you there, you or any other witnesses. I will supervise whoever we get to do the job. Trust me, if I say a stroke is not hard enough it will be repeated immediately. Would it help if I took photos or even a sound recorder. Your boss could see and hear it all. He’ll get both in a no copy/24 hour delete format. Too dangerous if things got out and circulated."

“I like all that Sarah, maybe he will too. You are going to have a lovely time. I'll ring and let you know his final conditions. The legal papers for Rebecca to sign will be ready by four. Make sure she gets here.”

Sarah got Lyn's call just on 2.30. “Sarah, it’s almost as we said, just a bit worse. I got him down to 45 strokes, to take at least 1 hour. If at all possible you need to get her to have sex, screwed as he put it. He thinks she will end up wanting it anyway. I know he is drooling over that thought.”
“OK Lyn, Rebecca is in her office, waiting. I'll tell her and she will get to you in time to sign. When she is with you don’t talk about the details. I'll break that to her slowly.”

Sarah went to tell Rebecca about Bartholomew's final offer. She only got as far as saying 45 strokes, naked before Rebecca cut in, babbling, “Sarah, don’t tell me any more. I am going to lie down and take this, whatever it is, however bad it is. I have to, it is the only choice. I don’t want to know the details. I might get so frightened I'd run away. Hurting me like he wants isn't fair but I have to take it."

Sarah nodded. This was far easier than she had expected. "I will tell Lyn. You take a taxi to her office and sign the papers. Be there by 4pm, you don’t have to talk to her.”

Organising a Caning

Frank Evans was in his office when the call was put through. “Hello Frank, it’s me, Sarah Wilkinson. Could I come in and see you about a matter late this afternoon?”

They agreed on 6pm. Frank thought that yet another parent was going to complain about changes to the school uniform.

Sarah knew where to go, found his open office door, knocked and walked in. Ominously she shut the door behind her.

“Hello Sarah, Is this not just about the school uniform?”

“Sit down Frank. This is going to stun you. I am going to ask you to help us on a very important and sensitive matter.” Sarah’s approach was that they all needed his help, she and Bill and Rebecca. It only took a minute to get the story across. She stressed the confidentiality.

Frank really looked stunned. “Well I hear what you’re saying. Let me think about it. I suppose in principle I could do it depending on Rebecca convincing me that she comes to this willingly and, so to speak, agrees that it is for her own good. I’ll ring you tonight or tomorrow morning.”

Frank couldn't concentrate on work any more. Caning Rebecca!!!! He might as well go home. Sarah had said 45 strokes, bum and so on, take an hour. He locked his office.

He had been trying to think of a way to get to see Rebecca again. Well, after what Sarah was on about, the woman would never again want to see him. Thrashing her would have to be some compensation though.

Frank thought of himself as a fair and reasonable guy. He didn't intentionally hurt people apart from his discipline duties at school. He tried to live a reasonable life. However, by the time he walked through his front door 25 minutes later his mind was consumed by the image of Rebecca stretched out naked, howling and screaming. He couldn't resist the imagined visions of her nude, bum sticking up for the cane, slit showing, wow, how sexy can you get.
In just the first few minutes of the drive home he'd realised he was going to do it, and progressively that he yearned to do it. He would wait till half past seven to ring Sarah. No need to show unseemly haste.

His cellar was perfect, fairly sound proof to the outside. They could let her scream and beg. He had that old cane souvenired after a short job in a reformatory. A good bit longer than the ones he used these days. Need to wax it a couple of times to make it flex more and add a bit of weight.

Sarah had mentioned 45 strokes, buttocks, thighs and maybe back. Should her legs be spread or together. Of course he would have to obey Sarah. What would she allow. The caning would have to be dead slow to take 60 minutes. More like a drawn out torture. Maybe Sarah had something else in mind as well.

He rang Sarah and to say he would do it. This Friday night, 7.30.

First thing next day Rebecca went to see Sarah. “I saw Lyn and I’ve signed. I'm going to do it Sarah, I've got to.”

“That's for the best. Rebecca. I have asked Frank Evans to do the caning. He wants you on Friday evening."

Frank, Oh Gawd thought Rebecca. But it made sense, he obviously knows about using a cane. She had wanted to see him again but this way?

"One other thing Rebecca. I am going to be there. Bartholomew says I have to guarantee that it was done properly”

Rebecca nodded again and went out. Sarah would see her, watch her, hear her. How awful.

Frank rang Rebecca to check that she agreed to all of this. He got a curt "Yes" in reply.
"Rebecca, I will come and pick you up Friday night at 7.30.Your punishment will be at my place in the cellar. When we get there I'll show you everything. If you then decide to still go ahead there is a spare room with an en-suit. Afterwards I can bring you home or if you want to, you can have the room, either lock yourself in or I can help look after you. It will be up to you.”

Another dull "Yes" and she hung up. Rebecca felt weak, she sobbed with fear, frustration and shame. Sarah would see her naked. Perhaps it was better to have a woman there. She went into her bedroom, stared at herself in the mirror for a long minute and then suddenly started taking off her clothes. She had always wished her bum was a bit smaller, now they were going to make use of it. Two days to wait.

Testing the equipment

On Thursday night, Sarah went to have a look at the facilities in Frank's cellar. She liked the saw horse. He had fitted two belts, one on top and one half way up the legs on one side.

“This one goes over the small of her back just above the bottom. The other one goes behind her knees, to trap her legs and push them forward. Her bum across the top will be really tight and waist high to me. Perfect for delivering maximum force.”
"Looks good Frank, I think she should be stretched forwards as well. Tie her forearms onto that heavy stool. Then pull it forwards, so her head is above her elbows with her breasts hanging free in mid air. Be great for photos."

“OK. Hop on Sarah, show me how you want her.” She climbed across the horse and stretched her arms forward, over the stool. "Like this Frank."

Before she could react Frank had fastened the belt over her back and pulled it tight. Then the one trapping her legs. Sarah screeched, “Don’t you dare, undo me, right now”.

“Just testing Sarah, going to make it more realistic. Give me your wrists.” She could not stop him from tying a strip of cloth to each and pulling her forward until her elbows were level with her ears.
“Comfy, how much can you move.?” “Frank that’s dreadful, I feel so exposed. Undo me, NOW.” Her modest tits were sticking out underneath, in the gap between horse and stool. He picked up the cane, “Now really Sarah, how about a sample.” He swung the cane, hissing through the air.

Sarah, trying to sound authratative, “Don’t you dare. Let me up. Damn you Frank.” He swung the cane twice into the seat of the armchair and then tapped her bottom. “No Frank, NO, NO, NO.” Sarah shrieked and struggled. Grinning Frank undid the belts. “That worked well. You were totally stuck.”

Sarah recovered her composure quickly enough. "On Friday night Frank I will explain all the details to Rebecca before you start. Make her panic before she even felt the first stroke. I want to frighten the wits out of her."

She explained about the photos and tape recorder. "I'll make sure it sounds out of this world. It'll all help persuade Bartholomew that she got it severely enough." She left Frank nursing his erection.

For Rebecca Friday eventually came. One moment she wished it was already 7.30 and then that it was not going to happen till next week.

Frank left school early. He checked the cellar and waxed the business end of the cane for the fourth time.

Just after 7.30 he pulled up in front of Rebecca's house. She came straight out and got into the car. A loose skirt and blouse he noticed. “Lets go. I don’t want to wait around.” Then pleading, "Frank, please, please, don't do it really hard."

"Sorry Rebecca, I will have to do it hard, have to make sure Bartholomew is satisfied. You can still back out. No one will force you. But once I start there will be no changing your mind. You will just have to endure.”

“I'm going to go through with it Frank. I've no choice. I will lie down for you to cane me. I trust you to look after me so that apart from getting hurt nothing really bad happens.”

He nodded, barely able to conceal his lust.

To be continued

[grandfatherlytype]

Great story1 More ingenious than most. Will watch for the next episode. Thank you...