Rebecca - Punishment and recovery Part 4

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REBECCA Part 4
It's Time
He took Rebecca down to the cellar. Apart from a clustered workbench along one wall there was a low arm chair, a heavy wooden stool and a saw horse with great thick wooden legs, complete straps dangling down. The padded top was quite high, level with her tummy.

"You'll bend across the saw horse. This belt goes over your back just above your bottom and this one goes behind your knees. You can rest your arms on this." He pulled the stool against the horse.

All Rebecca could imagine was her bottom stuck right over the top of the horse thing. The cane would whack straight down. God, how that is going to hurt. She sighed. Better to be tied down than to have Sarah holding her.

Frank fetched the cane. "Hold it if you like". Rebecca shook her head and refused to touch it. A straight rattan one, solid looking, as thick as her middle finger, perhaps three foot long with a leather bound grip at one end. It looked much more fearsome than any Rebecca had ever seen in her student days.

“Yes," said Frank seeing her stare, "Its a better cane than the ones I'm issued at school, quite a bit thicker and has excellent whip. Designed to hurt seriously I am afraid. You will feel it more than the kids do at school”.

"Now Rebecca, its time to get ready. Come up to the spare room. Go to the toilet, strip and put on the gown. You agreed to come into the cellar nude." Rebecca still wasn't keen on the nude idea. The thought of Sarah looking her over made her skin creep.

Getting to understand

Sarah arrived and went down the cellar stairs. "Where is she?"

"She is getting ready, taking her clothes off. She'll be here in a minute. The girl is frightened out of her wits, not thinking at all. Let's go down." The sight of the saw horse made Sarah shudder, she did not like that memory.

“Here's the cane, Sarah. Feel its weight and flex.”

She swished hard into a chair to get the feel. “That's great Frank, nice and heavy in the tip end. Just how I imagined. Must be all that wax. Go and get her.”

Frank found Rebecca sitting on the edge of the bed, gown hanging half oprn, head in her hands, softly sobbing. No resistance or pleading when he took her arm and led her down the stairs.

Sarah was sitting in the arm chair playing with the cane. She started the recorder when she heard them coming. Barthlomew would get to appreciate the whole show and be in no doubt that she was the boss.

"Rebecca, you know what's going to happen. You've agreed to get 45 strokes. You have taken your clothes off. Right now is your last chance to change your mind. If you don't want to go through with it, then just go back upstairs, get dressed and Frank will drive you home. Otherwise drop the gown and bend over that saw bench with your arms on the stool."

Rebecca could not move. After a quiet, "You know the alternative." she gulped, took a deep breath, wiped her wet eyes on the sleeve and allowed the gown to drop to the floor.

They stared at her. Rebecca made no attempt to cover herself. A full and just slightly plump body, strong thighs topped by with a lightly trimmed dark mound, and breasts that bulged out a bit to the left and right.

“Come on Rebecca. Stand hard up against it, push forward, up on your toes a bit. Now bend over the top.” She stepped forward as he said, stretched up and felt the edge against her hips and mound. One last hesitation and then she bent over the padded top. Head dangling down, arms and hands on the stool.

Frank quickly clipped and tightened the belt over her back and behind the knees. Two cloth strips tied her wrists to the sides of the stool.

Standing in front of her Frank took hold of the stool. “Arch your back up a bit while I adjust this.” She did. With a swift tug he dragged the stool forward until her elbows were below her nose. Her breasts shuddered and swung freely in mid air.

“No, NOOOHHHH. What are you doing. I don’t want to be like this. Put the stool back under me, please.”

"You've made your decision Rebecca. We will have you as we like. Pleading or begging won't make any difference now. Scream at the top of your voice, no one will hear you. We won't mind listening to you squeal. I am going to make you hurt like hell. Now get ready for the first one." Rebecca sobbed.

"Just a moment Frank. Rebecca, your punishment has been set by Mr Bartholomew. In return for you having suffered intensely for a long enough time he guarantees that your mistake will never be mentioned again. So that part of our agreement is good for you, it saves your job and your future.”

Sarah slipped down on one knee next to Rebecca’s head. “You have a lovely body. We are going to make use of it to make you feel the most incredible pain, more pain than you've ever imagined possible. We all know you deserve every bit of it, don't we?” Sarah reached forward to pat the right buttock. She ran her hand down between the thighs, fingernails scraping softly.

Rebecca shrieked in panic, “Don’t touch me Sarah. You mustn't touch me. Nooohhhhh, Nooohhhhh please don’t.”

“Listen Rebecca." Hand moving up the girl's flank. "First you get the cane but even with a few rests to keep you alert the 45 strokes won't take 60 minutes. So when we finish with your bum and so on we will go on to these beautiful round breasts of yours.”

Total panic. Rebecca screamed, “Don’t touch my breasts. Please Nooooohhh, you can’t hurt me there. Oh god no, please Oh please No No. Oh please don’t do that. Just cane me.”

Sarah gave the breast a light slap. “Bartholomew made me responsible for the quality of your punishment. Remember, you stopped me when I was going to warn you about the details. So you agreed without knowing what you’ve got coming. All your own fault. I intend to do my job particularly well.”

Rebecca bawled, pleading, begging. Just the effect Sarah wanted. Rebecca's moaning despair and fear would come over so well on the recorder. Bartholomew will like every bit of that detail. Sarah loved it.

“I’m looking forward you to getting really thrashed Rebecca.”

“Now then Frank, full force right from the first stroke. Make the cane wrap around her. I want to see welts from hip to hip. Give her a good break between strokes so she has time to really appreciate how much each one hurts. Time to think about the next one too.”

Rebecca finally understood, bad luck about it being too late. Sarah was going to enjoy making her suffer. To make her scream and beg. She knew it was futile but she could not help desperately pleading for mercy. “Oh God Sarah, please no. Don’t have me hurt that much. You never said you would get it done like that. Please just make him give me strokes like at school.”

Sarah ignored all of that. “You have plenty of time, Frank. Rebecca will be seriously disappointed if you cane her bum too quickly because that will give us more time on her breasts.”

“One last thing Rebecca. When I think you might need a break to stop you from fainting I might agree to give you a break and ask Frank to screw you.”

“No, NNNOOOOhhhhhhhhh Sarah. He can’t do that. Its rape. Please don’t, please don’t.” She blubbered and cried and only just heard Frank say, “No Sarah, that is going too far. I am here to punish her not to rape her. I will not do that.”

Shit, thought Sarah, I should have warned him to keep quiet. This was for Bartholomew's benefit. Quick thinking was needed.

“Well Rebecca, you are lucky that he is so nice to you, a real gentleman. Anyway, if you do find the pain just getting a bit too much for you to handle I suggest you beg Frank to fuck you. He might just do it for you if you ask nicely enough. Given the state his cock bulging in his pants he is quite ready. On the other hand a fuck like that might only delay the next stroke by a couple of minutes. Still I’m sure you will think that better than getting another stroke straight away.”

To be continued.