Rhythmic and harsh
The hazel switch rose and fell, and rose and fell in an infernal rhythm on my 19-year-old stepdaughter's ass. The striped 19-year-old girl's ass convulsed, jumped and rose and fell in rhythm with the hazel stick. I was cutting Mara thirstily while in my pants my erection was huge. Mara needed a harsh lesson in submission, in maximum pain and that gave me a special pleasure. The hazel switch danced frantically on my striped ass. It doesn't matter how many times I've been beaten with the hazel switch so far. Each new whipping of the bare ass is a new experience and is just as bad, if not worse, than the previous beatings. Daddy liked it, he liked the harsh discipline and sometimes he would cut me until I fainted.
This is the worst hazel cane I have ever tried and I have tried many willow, apple and peach canes. It is hard and elastic and bites my bare ass like a snake. It makes a horrible hissing sound when it is knocked down by Daddy, who is in top form and very horny when he whips me. It seems to get stronger every time he cuts me with the cane. I can feel the excitement he has for this task with each incredibly painful stroke. If this is all a day's work for him, then here is a man who truly enjoys his work. That is my stepdad. "Oh, how I love those bouncing buttocks," Daddy thought. "I'll have to make sure I cut them with the hazel stick as often and as harshly as possible. Mara needs to learn body discipline." Mara was now just a mass of bloody stripes, ridges and swollen flesh, with blood stains appearing where the hazel sticks had overlapped. Another blow with the hazel stick wrapped around the striped buttocks, making the poor 19-year-old girl scream, struggle and beg for mercy. Mastercane liked to beg for mercy. Perversely, it made him even more ruthless and sadistic. The screams, howls and pleas urged him to cut Mara even more stingingly. The hazel stick shook those tortured female buttocks again, scorched the insides of the girl's thighs, making her squirm like a fish on dry land. Mastercane was cutting her buttocks with thirst stepdaughter, gaining momentum with each stroke of the cane, feeding on the terror and misery of the tortured 19-year-old girl and transforming it into whipping energy, as she sought out new and more painful places for the cane to tear the 19-year-old girl's flesh. She did it with great pleasure.
Yes, that's what Mara needed - so much harsh caning with the cane on her bare ass, no mercy, just a lot of pain and suffering to shape her character and make her stoic and serious, able to handle whatever pain life might throw at her in the future. Pain, pain and more pain. That was my stepdaughter's lot . She never seemed to be out of trouble, and trouble meant pain and a bloody bottom with the cane. She was starting to get used to corporal punishment as a way of life, and I believed Daddy when said that the cane was for my good. I was beginning to believe that my stepdaughter was born for my cane.
-I am firmly convinced that an education with clear rules and harsh corporal punishment is good for you, Mara, but when I have to resort to the cane because of some of your stupidity, I always have doubts. I love you, Mara, and it is never easy for me to discipline you, to give the blows with the necessary severity until they bleed and to see you suffer under them. Then I would like to put the cane aside, take you in my arms and console you. But it would be completely wrong to follow this impulse, Mara. Even if it is cruel, it is much better for you and for your future development if you have to drink this cup of pain to its bitter dregs. After all, it is precisely the pain of discipline that protects you from worse. "Because I am convinced that the merciless punishments I impose on you are in your best interest, I feel it is my duty, despite the pity I feel, to administer the corporal punishment with the severity necessary for you to benefit from it, my dear girl. Do you understand that?", I said with some pity.
-I love you, Dad, and I like it when you punish me harshly with the cane on my bare skin, Mara sighed. I knew that he loved me very much and every hot stroke of the cane was given out of love. I did not resent his harsh punishment, nor did I fear it. I knew that it was just harsh and deserved discipline. He loved me and if he felt that I needed a punishment on my bare skin with the cane, that was justification enough for me, Mara, my stepdaughter, affirmed.
-I love you too, my love. Now go take a shower and let's go shopping. I promised you jeans and some new dresses. Then we'll have dinner at the restaurant.
This is the worst hazel cane I have ever tried and I have tried many willow, apple and peach canes. It is hard and elastic and bites my bare ass like a snake. It makes a horrible hissing sound when it is knocked down by Daddy, who is in top form and very horny when he whips me. It seems to get stronger every time he cuts me with the cane. I can feel the excitement he has for this task with each incredibly painful stroke. If this is all a day's work for him, then here is a man who truly enjoys his work. That is my stepdad. "Oh, how I love those bouncing buttocks," Daddy thought. "I'll have to make sure I cut them with the hazel stick as often and as harshly as possible. Mara needs to learn body discipline." Mara was now just a mass of bloody stripes, ridges and swollen flesh, with blood stains appearing where the hazel sticks had overlapped. Another blow with the hazel stick wrapped around the striped buttocks, making the poor 19-year-old girl scream, struggle and beg for mercy. Mastercane liked to beg for mercy. Perversely, it made him even more ruthless and sadistic. The screams, howls and pleas urged him to cut Mara even more stingingly. The hazel stick shook those tortured female buttocks again, scorched the insides of the girl's thighs, making her squirm like a fish on dry land. Mastercane was cutting her buttocks with thirst stepdaughter, gaining momentum with each stroke of the cane, feeding on the terror and misery of the tortured 19-year-old girl and transforming it into whipping energy, as she sought out new and more painful places for the cane to tear the 19-year-old girl's flesh. She did it with great pleasure.
Yes, that's what Mara needed - so much harsh caning with the cane on her bare ass, no mercy, just a lot of pain and suffering to shape her character and make her stoic and serious, able to handle whatever pain life might throw at her in the future. Pain, pain and more pain. That was my stepdaughter's lot . She never seemed to be out of trouble, and trouble meant pain and a bloody bottom with the cane. She was starting to get used to corporal punishment as a way of life, and I believed Daddy when said that the cane was for my good. I was beginning to believe that my stepdaughter was born for my cane.
-I am firmly convinced that an education with clear rules and harsh corporal punishment is good for you, Mara, but when I have to resort to the cane because of some of your stupidity, I always have doubts. I love you, Mara, and it is never easy for me to discipline you, to give the blows with the necessary severity until they bleed and to see you suffer under them. Then I would like to put the cane aside, take you in my arms and console you. But it would be completely wrong to follow this impulse, Mara. Even if it is cruel, it is much better for you and for your future development if you have to drink this cup of pain to its bitter dregs. After all, it is precisely the pain of discipline that protects you from worse. "Because I am convinced that the merciless punishments I impose on you are in your best interest, I feel it is my duty, despite the pity I feel, to administer the corporal punishment with the severity necessary for you to benefit from it, my dear girl. Do you understand that?", I said with some pity.
-I love you, Dad, and I like it when you punish me harshly with the cane on my bare skin, Mara sighed. I knew that he loved me very much and every hot stroke of the cane was given out of love. I did not resent his harsh punishment, nor did I fear it. I knew that it was just harsh and deserved discipline. He loved me and if he felt that I needed a punishment on my bare skin with the cane, that was justification enough for me, Mara, my stepdaughter, affirmed.
-I love you too, my love. Now go take a shower and let's go shopping. I promised you jeans and some new dresses. Then we'll have dinner at the restaurant.
7ヶ月前
