Extract from Penny In Harness

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Chapter 4 pages 61-66 : Penny caned by Amber

Matthew took me by the wrist and led me gently forward, helping me get comfortable over the whipping stool. My bum stuck right up in the air, feeling rude and vulnerable, the cheeks a bit open so that the air was cool down between them. Nobody said a word as my ankles were pulled apart and cuffed. It left my legs almost at right angles and my feet off the ground so that my whole weight was on the stool. I knew what they could see and found myself blushing despite my acquiescence to the caning. After all, there were four of them, all fully dressed while I was nude and upended with my pussy stuck out for inspection.

Amber kissed me as she clipped the bells onto my nipples, continuing to fondle my boobs as Matthew pulled my hands up into the small of my back and clipped the wrist cuffs on. The rope followed, looped around my wrists and the stool, leaving me utterly helpless, able to kick and wriggle but in no way to shield my bottom from the cane. I knew they must be able to see how badly I was trembling.

"Are you ready?" Amber asked gently.

"Please turn me on a bit more first," I asked, not feeling at all sure if I could take the whacking that was coming, "and start gently".

"Yes of course," she answered. "I could cuddle you while you're beaten if you like?"

"Yes please," I said. I was already having to breath deeply and I hadn't even taken a stroke yet. Amber knelt again and put her arms around me, a hand on each of my breasts and my head upside down between hers. Suddenly it was all right. I felt secure and comforted, the coming caning something that I needed, and deserved.

I'd been spanked often enough to recognise the feeling. In addition to the simple sexual thrill of a hot, bare bottom, punishment produces a wonderful feeling of release, redemption even. A good spanking always leaves me wanting to cuddle the person who's just beaten me; the opposite response to what many people would expect. The feeling was stronger now though. Being beaten by the three of them seemed just, as was my nudity, my legs spread and my pussy and bum-hole on show to them, adding shame to my well deserved punishment.

A finger touched my pussy. I didn't know whose, but it didn't matter. If they wanted to explore me that was their privilege. After all, I was being punished and didn't feel I had any right to privacy until my punishment was complete. I felt the finger tease open my pussy and slide inside me, move in my vagina and then withdraw.

"Six, I think," I heard Matthew's voice. "Two each, that is; and Ginny had better go first."

I found myself whimpering softly as they stood back from me. Six strokes! More if Amber chose to join in. My poor bottom was going to be in a dreadful state. I heard the cane make an experimental swish through the air. The next stroke of the implement was going to be brought down onto my bare bottom and I had begun to kick even as Amber pulled my head closer in-between her breasts. I could feel the texture of her bra through her jumper, lace over yielding flesh. Then there was another swish and a sharp pain exploded in my bottom. I cried out and flung my legs up in a futile effort to protect myself.

Ginny giggled and waited until my wriggling had subsided. I heard the cane swish again and another line of fire sprang up on my bottom, lower than the first.

"Two," I heard her say.

I felt her hand on my bottom, stroking my cheeks and lingering on the two cane marks she had made. My skin felt hot and rough where the cane had struck, Ginny's caresses accentuating my awareness of the state of my bottom.

"Okay?" Matthew asked and I knew that he had taken the cane from his sister.

"Yes," I managed.

"Hang on," Amber said.

There was a murmur of appreciation, I think from Michael, as Amber pulled her jumper up and once more cradled my head between her breasts. Her flesh was against my face, firm and smooth. I nuzzled her, nipping the edge of her bra in a mute plea for more. She hesitated, but only for a moment, then undoing her bra catch and pulling the cups up to join her jumper. Her arms came back and the now the bare flesh of her breasts was against my face.

I saw her signal to them and the next instant the cane came down hard across my bum. I had been imagining that Ginny's strokes gave the measure of how much a cane hurt. I had been wrong. This was much harder and had me kicking and whimpering into Amber's boobs. Ginny laughed even as the second stroke caught me, again making me kick and squirm over the stool, indifferent to the display I was making of myself.

"Four," Matthew announced, "there we are Michael, one wriggling little backside, all for you."

Amber held a nipple out for my mouth and I began to suckle her as I braced myself to take Michael's share of my punishment. The first stroke landed and even as I gave my first kick the second followed. I yelped at the unexpected double stroke and Michael laughed.

That was it. I lay panting and sobbing over the whipping stool, my skin wet with sweat and my bottom a mass of fire. I had been well and truly punished; stripped, tied and beaten to my own order. Amber continued to let me suckle her nipple, stroking my head to soothe me. Just being cuddled by her was ecstasy, her big, soft breasts providing me immeasurable comfort.

"Make her come," Amber said, reading my mind. "There's a vibrator in the drawer under the desk. You'd like that, Penny, wouldn't you?"

I nodded around my mouthful of boob, trying to push my bottom up further for the welcome contact of the vibrator. I had begun to shake with the after effect of the caning and my whip marks had started to smart with an odd, prickly sensation that made me more conscious than ever of my bottom. I heard the drawer open and then shut, followed by a brief buzzing sound as someone tested the vibrator.

A moment later the cold, hard plastic touched my pussy. It was rubbed among the folds of my vulva, finding my clit and then humming to life. That unique electric thrill went right through me and I found myself tensing my buttocks and thighs immediately. In my upside down position all I could see were the curves of Amber's breasts and belly, and not who was working my pussy. Whoever it was certainly knew how to frig a girl off. The vibrator was pressed against my clit and held steady so that I could set my own rhythm in squirming against it. The bells on my nipples were jingling, Amber's finger caressing one distended bud of flesh. A hand was stroking my bottom, touching the ridges of rough skin where the cane had fallen to constantly remind me of my beating.

My mind began to run on my punishment. The stripping, being put in bondage and having nipple bells clipped on, being held and then caned; caned methodically while they laughed at my squirming bottom, at my pouting pussy lips, at the vulgar display of my bottom hole.

It didn't take long. My muscles began to contract faster and my breathing became heavy as I approached orgasm. A hand cupped the vibrator against me and a thumb was slipped into my pussy. The other hand left the surface of my aching bum cheeks and slipped between them, finding my anus and sliding inside. I came, feeling both holes contract onto the intruding digits, thrusting my pussy hard against the vibrator and screaming my ecstasy out between Amber's boobs.

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