The Governor's Wife - part ten

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Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is
fiction, and erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it is
non-consensual. - - - - - - - - - - - - cut-here - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Governor's Wife
by Victor Bruno Part Ten Frank gazed up despairingly at the figure before him. So
feminine, yet so dominating. So fascinating, yet so terrifying.
For a moment he almost felt like bursting into tears. This was
the end of the line. There was no escape for him. Then, somehow,
Frank forced himself up and stumbled across the room to the
dressing table. In three months, you'll be a free man, he told
himself. Trying to buoy his spirits up. But three months was a
long way off. It was the next three minutes that mattered! His hand shook as he took out the cane from the drawer, feeling
its polished smoothness, sensing its flexibility. Christ .... was
he going to be able to take it? Be a man.... be a man.... it won't last for ever .... So easy to say .... so difficult to achieve .... Many men have gone through far worse .... No doubt .... but that was cold comfort .... Frank stumbled back, his organ still swinging stiff and strong,
and handed the cane to Hettie who took it and at once flexed it
with considerable relish. Then she swished it several times
through the air. The sharp whistling sound made Frank's blood run
cold. Be a man .... be a man .... But, dear God, how quickly pain robs one of the will to be a man! "I'm going to give you this real hard, you swine," said Hettie,
baring white teeth in tigress fashion. "It's going to hurt ....
especially as you're already a little sore. It's meant to. You
deserve it, animal!" Frank lost control of his lips. His legs felt as if they were
filled with water. "G-Give me .... just .... one more ... chance, Ma'am...." he
pleaded, voice breaking. The woman before him simply laughed. It was a happy, confident
sound. She flexed the cane again. "I don't think you'll have that
horn on you after I've finished with you. Get your nose in the
corner again.... and get your backside well up!" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Frank had been expecting pain .... But not such pain! It was unbelievable .... The first stroke, delivered with all the power in Hettie's
considerable right arm, robbed him of breath and had him twisting
over and over, clasping at his rump. He heard himself making the
same kind of gasping sounds that he would have made when pushed
under an icy shower. There was the instant agony .... Then the deeper searing agony .... Two different kinds of agony .... He could not endure it. Anything was better. Above him stood Hettie, so briefly clad, looking twice as tall,
face a sadistic mask, flexing the cane again. "Get your backside up again!" "No .... aahh .... no .... I c-can't .... pleee....eeease ...." "Get it up .... this instant!" "M-Mercy .... mercee ..eee...." "Now! Or that stroke won't count!" Oh Mother of God .... how many was he getting? Sobbing with effort, Frank forced himself back on to his knees
and crawled into the corner once more. "Get your rump higher than that!" Grinding his teeth, Frank thrust himself up. Then felt himself
flinch and twist several times in dread anticipation. But the
she-devil kept him waiting, with his nerves at constant screaming
point. Then it came .... Sssswwwweeeee . . . . cccrrraaaccckkk! And instantly Frank was twisting and turning over and over ....
uttering those breathless, high pitched gasps once more ....
mouth gaping, eyes screwed up, hands clasping. "Ohh .... no .... ho .... no m-more ...." he sobbed, pressing his
face into the carpet. "I can't st-stand any more ...." He spoke
as much to himself as any body. From above came that happy, confident laugh once more. "You'll be
surprised," said Hettie. "Oh yes, you'll be surprised what you
can take my boyo. In fact, you'll take just whatever I care to
dish out. Get your arse up again .... and be quick about it!" "Mercy .... mercy .... for pity's sake .... have mercy ...." Once
more Frank found his mouth slobbering on the patent leather,
whilst his hands grabbed at the smooth, bare ankles. "You'll get no mercy from me, you disgusting ape. Get it up, I
say! By God, I'm only just starting on you!" An awful sobbing wail came from Frank. Just starting! The thought
of the terrible thrashing he had to endure seemed to make
something snap in his mind. In a way, he reverted to childhood,
sobbing like a little boy. "I... can't... I can't... I... j-just... c-can't...." Hettie looked down, still smiling. "Too bad," she said. Then she delivered a sudden, downward-chopping, Karate stroke
with the side of her right palm. It hit Frank on the side of his
neck .... and instantly rendered him insensible. It was a
condition for which he was, no doubt, profoundly thankful. However, it was to be of all to brief a duration.
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