From the diary of Mara, my stepdaughter--Part Thre
Oh, my poor striped ass, mercilessly whipped by daddy's rod. My dear diary, I'm writing this lying on my stomach, of course, and I'm completely naked. I can't stand having clothes on my roughly whipped, whipped teenage ass. I have an ice pack on my bottom. Mommy put cream on the marks (which are horrible purple stripes that are almost ready to open) and that felt good, but it hurt terriblyTo be honest, my stepfather is a sadistic and cruel bastard and he loves to make me suffer unimaginable pain during the juvenile correction process, as he liked to call the harsh whippings I received from a young age. He has never shown me love and has always been a strict disciplinarian for as long as I can remember. He always finds a reason to punish me with a cane on my bare ass, to make me scream with pain, to squirm wildly under his cane. It started when I was young, when I would be pulled over his knee for a beating with a thin willow or apple rod. I have shed so many tears over the years that I would fill two buckets where he keeps the hazel rods in brine to make them last longer and sting more.
-I realized very early on that my father relished every opportunity to beat me very harshly. I can't be sure, but I think he's sexually aroused by the act of whipping my bare ass with the cane. I'm sure I felt his penis stiffen when I was on his lap. My feelings for my father have changed dramatically in recent years. For a long time I hated him. I hated his ruthless discipline, the reform cane and the flexible rods pulled from the brine that danced mercilessly on my naked, tortured daughter's skin. I used to stand in front of his desk trembling, naked with my legs spread and my hands on my head, knowing my fate and feeling sorry for what was about to happen. I hated him for imposing that terrifying existence on me, those merciless, long whippings, his traditional humiliation, the naked punishment exercises outside in the cold, all under the merciless blows of the wet rod until I fell from my feet from physical exhaustion.
-I was shaking, as I always did, but unlike the first few days when I wanted to run away, now I couldn't wait to be in my father's office. I want his discipline, his cane, his pain. I long for the rods taken out of the brine that stung terribly.Still, Daddy's thin rod as he physically corrected me had its own bizarre appeal, a terrifying eroticism. The pain had terrified me, but the process of punishment, including my humiliating nakedness in front of my terrifying Daddy and the agonizing wait in my nakedness, had excited me more intensely than anyone could have imagined.
-As I sat there, waiting for the next cane, I could feel the incredible sting of each stroke and the flash of pain that was beginning to penetrate deep into my rebellious teenage buttocks. Dad’s erection as he whipped me was enormous. Every now and then, one of the hot streaks would rekindle and crack the skin as Dad slapped the pulsating band. If you haven’t been whipped, you have no idea how much it hurts or how persistent the sting of the cane is. Tonight’s whipping had been especially bad because Dad prolongs the punishment as much as possible, taking long pauses between strokes, letting the pain sink deep into my buttocks. When the last blow of the cane landed on my bare skin, I was screaming, groaning in pain, gasping for air, crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down my cheeks and I was in spasms, my body shaking violently. I had the father of my dreams, loving and merciless with his stepdaughter when she made a mistake. Thank you, father, for the considerable effort you put in, for your ruthless discipline, now I feel lighter.
--My bottom felt hard, swollen, and ridged, some of which cracked and bled—it was no longer my smooth, rounded, young girl bottom. I could barely feel the touch of my hands on the hot, striped skin because of the numbness that comes when, thankfully, during a severe whipping that my stepfather generously applied to me, the nerves seem to go numb, minimizing the sting of the harsh blows of the reformer cane my father disciplined me with, but not the damage the cane was doing to my bare skin. When I looked down at my hands, they were red and sticky from where Daddy’s cane had torn open the skin on my buttocks. Soon my whole body was in spasms, I was shaking at the thought of my rough, tortured, striped bottom. Something was starting to come to life between my legs. I was starting to get used to the pain and I actually liked it, I had become a young lady who enjoyed spanking and I think I had sexualized my corporal punishment.
--"Keep your legs straight so your bottom is up. Keep your head down. And try to keep your bottom still so the cane can be applied effectively," my stepfather kept telling me over and over again.My stepfather knows that the effect of the caning is measured by the anguished scream his daughter makes and the simultaneous writhing and writhing of her whipped ass. If he doesn't think the scream of pain is loud enough, or if the corrected girl's ass fails to perform those appropriate frantic writhings of pain, then he knows that a harsher caning is necessary and adjusts its application accordingly.
--What I had not discovered at the beginning of my discipline, when I was a young lady, was that my stepfather would train me like a wild colt, hitting me on the legs with a short, thin willow rod immediately after a mistake and I would jump up in pain. During a week of willow rod training, although I was still in the beginning of my introduction to the discipline, I paid attention to the sound of the stinging willow stick whenever my stepfather would cut the air with it. This procedure was intended to make me more and more dependent on the pain of the thin, soft rod. Believe me, it worked perfectly for my training and the whistle of the correction stick made me stand upright in front of my father and await further orders. "For a month, I thought of that thin willow rod as a close friend interested in helping me with my bright future under the roof of Mastercane, my stepfather," Mara stated in her diary. "The rod was present day by day in my life, and at night the rod was present in my dreams."
-The caning of my bare ass by Mastercane, my stepfather, I not thought I would enjoy, and I found a warm feeling in my stomach as I talked about it. And I realized, to my surprise, that the punishments were no longer a source of terror, but of fascination and inexplicable desire. It was strange - the harsher the discipline, the more it seemed to fill my teenage body with a kind of contentment, a satisfaction, and for that I love my stepfather, Mastercane.
-I realized very early on that my father relished every opportunity to beat me very harshly. I can't be sure, but I think he's sexually aroused by the act of whipping my bare ass with the cane. I'm sure I felt his penis stiffen when I was on his lap. My feelings for my father have changed dramatically in recent years. For a long time I hated him. I hated his ruthless discipline, the reform cane and the flexible rods pulled from the brine that danced mercilessly on my naked, tortured daughter's skin. I used to stand in front of his desk trembling, naked with my legs spread and my hands on my head, knowing my fate and feeling sorry for what was about to happen. I hated him for imposing that terrifying existence on me, those merciless, long whippings, his traditional humiliation, the naked punishment exercises outside in the cold, all under the merciless blows of the wet rod until I fell from my feet from physical exhaustion.
-I was shaking, as I always did, but unlike the first few days when I wanted to run away, now I couldn't wait to be in my father's office. I want his discipline, his cane, his pain. I long for the rods taken out of the brine that stung terribly.Still, Daddy's thin rod as he physically corrected me had its own bizarre appeal, a terrifying eroticism. The pain had terrified me, but the process of punishment, including my humiliating nakedness in front of my terrifying Daddy and the agonizing wait in my nakedness, had excited me more intensely than anyone could have imagined.
-As I sat there, waiting for the next cane, I could feel the incredible sting of each stroke and the flash of pain that was beginning to penetrate deep into my rebellious teenage buttocks. Dad’s erection as he whipped me was enormous. Every now and then, one of the hot streaks would rekindle and crack the skin as Dad slapped the pulsating band. If you haven’t been whipped, you have no idea how much it hurts or how persistent the sting of the cane is. Tonight’s whipping had been especially bad because Dad prolongs the punishment as much as possible, taking long pauses between strokes, letting the pain sink deep into my buttocks. When the last blow of the cane landed on my bare skin, I was screaming, groaning in pain, gasping for air, crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down my cheeks and I was in spasms, my body shaking violently. I had the father of my dreams, loving and merciless with his stepdaughter when she made a mistake. Thank you, father, for the considerable effort you put in, for your ruthless discipline, now I feel lighter.
--My bottom felt hard, swollen, and ridged, some of which cracked and bled—it was no longer my smooth, rounded, young girl bottom. I could barely feel the touch of my hands on the hot, striped skin because of the numbness that comes when, thankfully, during a severe whipping that my stepfather generously applied to me, the nerves seem to go numb, minimizing the sting of the harsh blows of the reformer cane my father disciplined me with, but not the damage the cane was doing to my bare skin. When I looked down at my hands, they were red and sticky from where Daddy’s cane had torn open the skin on my buttocks. Soon my whole body was in spasms, I was shaking at the thought of my rough, tortured, striped bottom. Something was starting to come to life between my legs. I was starting to get used to the pain and I actually liked it, I had become a young lady who enjoyed spanking and I think I had sexualized my corporal punishment.
--"Keep your legs straight so your bottom is up. Keep your head down. And try to keep your bottom still so the cane can be applied effectively," my stepfather kept telling me over and over again.My stepfather knows that the effect of the caning is measured by the anguished scream his daughter makes and the simultaneous writhing and writhing of her whipped ass. If he doesn't think the scream of pain is loud enough, or if the corrected girl's ass fails to perform those appropriate frantic writhings of pain, then he knows that a harsher caning is necessary and adjusts its application accordingly.
--What I had not discovered at the beginning of my discipline, when I was a young lady, was that my stepfather would train me like a wild colt, hitting me on the legs with a short, thin willow rod immediately after a mistake and I would jump up in pain. During a week of willow rod training, although I was still in the beginning of my introduction to the discipline, I paid attention to the sound of the stinging willow stick whenever my stepfather would cut the air with it. This procedure was intended to make me more and more dependent on the pain of the thin, soft rod. Believe me, it worked perfectly for my training and the whistle of the correction stick made me stand upright in front of my father and await further orders. "For a month, I thought of that thin willow rod as a close friend interested in helping me with my bright future under the roof of Mastercane, my stepfather," Mara stated in her diary. "The rod was present day by day in my life, and at night the rod was present in my dreams."
-The caning of my bare ass by Mastercane, my stepfather, I not thought I would enjoy, and I found a warm feeling in my stomach as I talked about it. And I realized, to my surprise, that the punishments were no longer a source of terror, but of fascination and inexplicable desire. It was strange - the harsher the discipline, the more it seemed to fill my teenage body with a kind of contentment, a satisfaction, and for that I love my stepfather, Mastercane.
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