At the scheduled time, I went to the front door and knelt waiting for her, anticipating what she had planned for me. It was, I think more torturous than any punishment Rachel could have doled out since she was an hour late. But when she arrived, she arrived gripping a long wooden cane in her hand. My night was just beginning.....

 

No kiss, not even a greeting all she said, or snapped would be more appropriate a word was "Come". So I followed her, but since she had me kneeling I knew that despite the fact that I had already been on my knees for over an hour, I had to remain on them and crawl behind her to the living room. Rachel unzipped her skirt and took off her panties, and all I wanted to do was take them into my nose and breathe her deeply. But that wasn't going to happen. You see I was naughty and I had to be taught a lesson. Rachel then stood up, walked around and suddenly I heard a 'whoosh' then a burst of pain in my right breast, and my left breast quickly felt the same agony, my eyes started tearing. but I knew better than to lash out at her.

 

"This is my new little friend, Karen." Rachel said in a flat voice.

 

"Meet Mr. Cane. What do you think?" she asked giggling.

 

"That hurt Mistress" She had taught me to be honest and to never saying that I thought she just wanted to hear, but rather to speak my mind.

 

"Tell me your safe word, Karen."

 

"Apple, Mistress"

 

And your sign?

 

"Flipping you off with my middle finger on my left hand, Mistress." This was like a joke between us. I would never even think about giving Rachel the bird, so this was an excuse to do so if I ever needed her to stop.

 

Rachel grinned, "That'a girl. Now head back down and grab your ankles. Arch that back of yours so your breasts are protruding out nice and perky." I did as I was told the feeling of dread coming over me as Rachel hadn't said how many whacks I would be given with Mr. Cane.

 

Rachel went over and stood at my side while she took aim, then she smacked the top of both my tits simultaneously and I screamed. Rachel paid no attention as she leaned forward grabbing me by my left nipple and squeezing it hard and lifting me up by my breast. The cane smacked down onto my soft fresh skin just under my left breast forming a distinctive red line immediately after the blow sending a flood of tears filling my eyes. The pain was sharp but grew more intense with each blow, but Rachel didn't stop there. My other breast got the same sort of attention, she didn't want to play favorites. After two smacks under each breast, Rachel stood up and over me with her arms folded, her cane firmly gripped in her right hand.

 

She watched my sob as her blows racked my body, but I didn't use the safe word nor the gesture, I wasn't even complaining, just sobbing. She grinned her evil grin as she tapped her cane on my right nipple, bouncing it up and letting it flop down a few times then finally pulling back and allowing it to fall down hard. It actually forced me out of position and I sat back up, but went back down on my ankles once again, terrified that I hadn't been able to stay in position, it showed weakness, something we were both working to improve.. After the left nipple took the same punishing Rachel repeated the process by ensuring that each one got 6 good smacks. Throughout it all it was a struggle to stay in position, I cried out with each whack of the cane to my flesh.