Chloe's Caning by T. H. Robyn Page B

wall to check all the pictures were being recorded okay and then I proceeded to hand spank that lovely bottom. I started off gently at first and made small talk while I warmed her cheeks up. At this stage Chloe could reply quite easily, as I was not trying to hurt her much. With an, ‘okay, now we’re going to get harder’, I increased the pace until within a few swats Chloe was gasping and complaining it was starting to hurt. That was when I chided her quite seriously and told her that a spanking was of no benefit to her unless it did hurt and, for her information, things were going to hurt a lot more before I was done.
    So far her skirt had been covering her bottom, but once Chloe was gasping with every fresh smack on her firm, pert bottom, I stopped for a moment and lifted the skirt up to reveal two very pink orbs. Up to this point Chloe had dutifully kept her arms in front of her. Her left arm was pinioned by her position over my lap anyway, and Chloe had been using the right hand to prop her up and stop her falling on the floor.
    I continued the spanking apace and Chloe realised now that this was a very real spanking and not some fake session. I’d told her this would be the case but until now, when my hand was stinging her bottom and her cheeks were starting to turn bright red, I don’t think she’d fully realised what was going to take place.
    “Ow, ow, ow,” she kept on moaning as the spanking continued.
    “Okay,” I said after a few minutes, “let’s see how you are progressing.” I stopped the spanking and made a big play of examining her very red bottom, gently pulling the cheeks apart so the camera directly behind her got a good shot of her pussy lips between her legs. “Coming along nicely,” I said after a good few seconds. “Are you beginning to wish you hadn’t been a naughty girl?” I asked, reaching behind me and retrieving the ping-pong bat shaped paddle from behind the cushion supporting me. Made of two pieces of thick leather, the paddle was a short but painfully powerful device.
    “Yes, I think I am,” Chloe sobbed, and the tears I could see on the monitor screen looked real enough.
    “Good, well I am going to drive the message home now,” I said and Chloe knew it was time for more pain.
    “No, please, I really have learned my lesson,” she pleaded, still remembering the essence of the script.
    “Of course you have, but we don’t want you to forget it,” I said.
    Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!
    “Agggghhhh,” Chloe cried out as I landed four solid strokes of the paddle, two on each of her bright red cheeks. “Jeez that stings,” she moaned through her sobs.
    I continued to paddle her bottom with medium strength strokes for a couple of minutes. When I stopped, Chloe was sobbing loudly and crying out as each stroke landed. Her groans and cries were real, as were her tears. Her bottom had gone from red to crimson and purple and in places it looked puffy from some bruising.
    “Well done,” I muttered. “Now it’s time for the other reason you came here. Take the skirt and top off and then come and sit on the couch.”
    Chloe was still sobbing as she stood up gingerly and removed the two garments of clothing. As she did this, I adjusted the cameras so as to get the best shots of the forthcoming action.
    Naked, Chloe sat on the couch. Then I got her to adjust her position so she was upside down with her back against the support cushion on the couch. I helped her up so her head was at the bottom of the cushion, her hands to either side of her head, helping to take her weight. Then I pulled Chloe’s legs forward and down over her head, spreading them wide as I did so. The camera opposite the couch now had a perfect view of her pouting, puffy labia, labia that were glistening with Chloe’s excitement. Clearly the spanking had not only caused her pain, it had aroused the young woman as well.
    I wasted no time in giving some attention to those young sex lips, rubbing them with the