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The executioner - Chapter 4 Sasha's Canning
Following is the continuing "The executioner" Saga that I started a while ago. I actually posted a portion of this chapter earlier, but it was incomplete: Please review the first three chapters to refresh your mind for this chapter. This will be the launching point for the rest of the story. I hope you enjoy!:
Sasha stood there hanging off of the whipping post, recovering from the whipping she just received. Ray swung the cane at the woman's butt. Sasha heard it land, and the woman let out a blood curtling scream. Ray just collected the cane, reassumed a ready position with a cold calculating look on his face, and waited for the next stroke number to be announced. Sasha couldn't believe how cold and calculating Ray was being. It was his first time, but it was as if he were doing it for the 1000th. She wondered if he smiled a bit when he worked on her with his whip. As she watched Ray cane the woman, as she was about to recieve herself, she observed the woman's butt as the welts appeared. They were swelling up, and very red. Amaizingly, there was no blood. Ray was very good at placement of the strokes. By the 10th stroke, he was left with a naked butt that had so many welts, that placing another stroke on virgin skin was becoming difficult, but he was up to the challenge, laying a new stroke between welts. By the time he was done, you could count the strokes she recieved by simplly counting the welts on her naked butt! The woman was released from her bondage, and she ran off the platform toward her home with people slapping at her freshly canned butt.
Sasha knew it was her turn now. The guards manhandled her, taking her off of the whipping post, pushing her weakened body to the punishment box for the next phase of her punishment. Sasha was stood before the box and the female guard intentionally put her hand right in the center of Sasha’s just lashed and marked back, and pushed Sasha to bend over the box. Sasha screamed at the pain of the guards hand on her back. The crowd just laughed at the gesture. No more had Sasha bend over, and a guard took each of her wrists and put them in the shackles attached to the base of the box. Then they grabbed her ankles, spread her legs apart and shackled her legs to the side of the box, exposing her private area fully to the crowd. Sasha felt a cool breeze where she shouldn’t in public, reminding her of her situation. She quivered. She was now bound naked, bent over a wooden box, to position her butt just perfectly so as to make her butt a perfect target for the person holding the cane, her ex, Ray.
There would be no rest or break. The announcement was done, the duty was all that was left. As the assistant announce “stroke ONE!”, she heard the sound of the cane cutting through the air as Ray quickly pulled the cane back behind his head, paused a moment, and WHOOSH…CRACK! It felt like a baseball bat hitting her ass! Sasha opened her mouth, but nothing came out. The first stroke had simply taken the breath right out of her. Then stroke after stroke hit her ass, each like a baseball bat hitting her. Even though the assistant was stating the count on each stroke, she lost track of the punishment. It no longer mattered how many strokes she was getting. Now it was just enduring them. Each stroke was a new sensation in pain. For the first 15 strokes, she could tell Ray was just laddering her ass with welts from the top of her ass all the way down to her lower thighs. Then the next 10 strokes, each landed on virgin skin between the welts of the first 15 strokes. On the 26th stoke, she was wondering where it was going to land, and felt a twinge of terror when she felt him tap a welt, indicating that was where the next stroke was to land. She just tightened up her body, and then it came, the worst stroke yet, as it landed on a welt. It not only felt like a large stick hitting her, it felt like fire as well. By now, her body was starting to lose it’s ability to cope, her screams were becoming faint, her face was wet with tears, and she was crying uncontrollably begging for mercy between the screams, but no mercy was coming. On the 45th stroke, she heard Ray whisper “and these last ones are personally from me bitch”. How could it get any worse, but yet it could. She heard him walk back, and trot towards her. He was actually RUNNING toward her to increase the force of the cane!! This stroke was beyond pain, it echoed throughout her body, and she let out a weak, but loud whimpering scream. And he finished out the canning in this fashion on each stroke.
When done, the assistant unshackled her, and a lady came up on the platform, she thought to assist her, but no, the lady had a belt in her hand and let loose a big stroke across her butt. Another lady came up and pushed the lady aside, and helped Sasha up, and held her steady as she walked down the stairs, naked, and welted. The jeers came, but Sasha did not care anymore not even about her nudity. She just wanted to go home to recover. As she arrived to the doorstep, Robert was at the door waiting with a welcoming smile. He decided to stay. He had a robe waiting, and draped it loosely over her. (It is illegal to offer clothing to a just whipped or canned prisoner until they arrive home. This is to assure that the prisoner parades through town with their welts, so all know they have just been whipped, or canned.)
It took two days for Sasha to recover from the lashings. The evening after she was punished, she went into the bathroom and turned around to see the marks and welts. Her whole back was black, blue, and red, along with her butt. She could see where each stroke landed. But what was weird, was she felt a strange sense of pride, and erotic sense of pride. As she thought back to when she was tied to the whipping post, and how she straddled it, her hand wandered down to her pussy, and she suddenly had an urge to masturbate. And so she did, as she imagined the strokes of the whip landing on her again, and again, and again, and again, until she came. It was the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced.
She now realized, her fantasy had come true, she finally experienced the whipping she always fantasized about! No one ever knew her true reason for doing what she did. And while she truly was sorry, and really did not intend the harm that she did, it was the only way for her to fully realize her fantasy of receiving a whipping and canning on the public platform. She had always fantasized about being up their in lieu of the prisoners she was watching. She always hid the fact that she was getting off on imagining she was in their place, being whipped. But she didn’t want James to do it, he was just doing it for a job. But when she found out that Ray was going to replace James, she knew it was time to act. If she was going to receive a whipping, she knew that Ray was the one to do it. He was sadistic, and he hated her. What better combination to assure that they don’t take it easy on her just because she is a pretty lady. She wanted the markings and welts to be her trophy, her fantasy come true. And Ray assured that it happened. This was her real secret; she did this all on purpose, to orchestrate her fantasy. She wasn’t being punished, so much as she was earning her stripes, literally! And now, it was time to share with Robert the full truth of her, so called, punishment.