The hotel room

Amy stood outside the door feeling more than a little nervous. It was fair to say she had a stomach full of butterflies. She was dressed in a black dress with a white swirly pattern that came to just above the knee. Underneath she was wearing a white lacy bra and white string bikini panties fashioned out of sheer stretch fabric; as requested by A.

 

She reached out and knocked on the door. It was opened and there stood A with an inscrutable smile on his face. He beckoned her to come in and then shut the door. As Amy walked in she noticed that on the bed there was an old fashioned school cane with a crook handle. A asked her to sit on the edge of the bed and he sat down on a chair opposite her. A then asked if Amy understood why she was here. "To be punished" she said. Amy then asked what sort of punishment she was to receive. A responded in a quiet calm voice "that is for me to know and you to find out" and then went on the explain that she was to be inspected to ensure she had followed the instructions she had been provided with.

 

A then stood up and asked Amy to also stand. As she stood there A ran his thumb across her left nipple and then did the same with the right. He could feel them stiffen underneath of the fabric of her dress and bra. A then sat down in the chair and instructed Amy to lift her dress up over her hips so he could inspect her panties. She was wearing the style and colour she had been instructed to but she could feel that her pussy was soaking wet and was sure A could see her dampness coming through her panties. A then told her to turn around and Amy then felt the palms of his hands stroke up her up her thighs and come to rest at the point where the string of her panties cut into into her creamy flesh. She then felt A hook his thumb and forefinger into the string part of her panties on both sides and then felt her panties being lowered to the crease between her bottom and the tops of her legs. This had surprised Amy and she noticed that the butterflies in her stomach had been replaced by what she could only describe as fanny flutters. A then instructed her to reach behind, grab a buttock in each hand and to pull them apart as she bent forward. Her sopping pussy and clenched arsehole were completely exposed to A's hungry gaze. Amy then felt a middle finger being pressed deep into her soaked pussy, with the finger being manipulated in a come hither motion. The finger was removed and then she felt a forefinger being pressed to the opening of her arsehole. "Has this been washed and lubricated?" A inquired. Amy confirmed that she had certainly showered before coming but had not lubricated. The finger was still pressed against her secret opening when the next question came "have you had many cocks in here"?  Amy declined to answer knowing she was already in a lot of trouble, not of her making she thought, so any disobedience was unlikely to make much difference to what she assumed would be considerable punishment.  A then told her to pull her panties back up and lower her dress.

 

A then sat down on the bed and instructed Amy to come across his lap, she did as she was told. Her dress was briskly lifted up to expose her ample curvaceous bottom that stretched the fabric of her panties and ensured her bottom was visible through the sheer fabric. There was a little stroking before heavy blows started to rain down on alternate cheeks. There was a pause but only for A to yank her panties down so that her now pink bottom was fully exposed. The blows were still alternate but the tempo had increased and Amy felt her bottom getting warmer and warmer. Eventually A stopped and told Amy that her behaviour had been bad enough to warrant the cane. He pulled up her panties and told her to stand up.

 

A then moved the chair to the centre of the room and beckoned Amy to stand in front of it. "Lift your dress, bend over. keep your legs together and rest your palms and forearms on the seat of the chair" Amy did this and felt A's gaze on her beautifully exposed bottom presented for punishment. Her panties were pulled down to properly frame the target. Amy saw out of the corner of her eye A pick the cane up from the bed and then heard several swooshes as A tested the canes travel through the air. "You will receive 6 strokes and will count each one, any not counted will not count" Amy felt the cold cane being tapped against her now hot bottom, then it was withdrawn and shortly afterwards she heard the cane whistle through the air and immediately felt the sharp pain that corresponded with the wicked instrument hitting her bottom. "One, thank you' gasped Amy. This then heralded the second stroke, which she dutifully counted. The punishment continued until 5 fiery strokes had left their mark on Amy's now burning bottom. "The last stroke is always the hardest" said A in calm manner that belied what he was doing to Amy's bottom. "Yes" gasped Amy who was struggling to speak as waves of ecstasy started to flood over her. The last stroke came at an angle that ensured it's welt crossed the welts of all the other strokes.

 

A then positioned the chair in front of the mirror attached to the wall and put a cushion on the floor. Amy was instructed to kneel on the cushion in front of the chair. A had removed his trousers and stood between Amy and the chair, Amy knew what to do. She pulled down his pants and pulled out his engorged cock. A then sat down and, holding Amy's hair to ensure she sucked deeply,  gazed lustfully at the cane welts visible on Amy's bottom as she expertly sucked his cock for a few minutes.

 

Not wanting to come in her mouth A instructed Amy to stop, stand up and remove her dress and underwear. A led her to the bed and with her lying on the bed he held her arms above her head and proceeded to kiss her neck and move slowly down to her nipples. When her nipples were hardened to A's satisfaction he instructed Amy to guide his stiff cock between her soaked labia and into the wonderful warm wetness that was now her pussy. A thrusted for what did not seem like a long time before he came which pleased Amy as the orgasm caused by the caning had made her pussy very sensitive indeed. A then pulled out and moved his cock towards Amy's open mouth so she could use her tongue to clean the pussy juice mixed with come from his cock.