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How To Spank A Woman by Peter Prince
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Chapter One
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How To Spank A Girl – the modern gentleman’s guide to erotic female punishment, by Peter Prince
Afterword: Born To Spank
Introduction
Do your girl’s feet twitch too much for your liking when you slipper her pretty bottom? Perhaps you are unsure how hard and how frequent her canings should be, or you wish to safely and intimately interrogate her so that you can enjoy wringing even the most closely guarded secrets from her quivering breast. Maybe you desire to more closely control her arousal and sexual secretions during discipline, or you just need a few pointers on elegant use of the male erection to maximise female discomfort and chagrin during lengthy punishment.
Whatever tools you require to pin that wriggling wench down firmly beneath your sadistic thumb, you will find them here in this, the modern bible of bare bottom beating. It is the definitive dictionary of domestic domination and an essential primer for every persecutor of a pink and pouting pudendum.
In a genre crowded with stories that are sometimes difficult to tell apart, this highly original work stands alone in both the depth of its eroticism and the beauty of its prose. It is a lovingly crafted guide to the sexual chastisement of women, written from the perspective of a real English gentleman, exploring every secret of his licentious subject matter with an enthralling blend of rigorous factual detachment and indulgent, lustful fervour.
This series of deliciously explicit and fascinating confessions paints an exciting picture of the expert sexual punishment techniques of a very refined and profoundly dominant man, completely at home in the modern, liberated world. Written with compassion and wit, it describes in enthusiastic, poetic and often minute detail the ordeals to which he subjects his willing and submissive female consorts for the inseparable purposes of their discipline and his sensual arousal.
It covers the delights of traditional bare bottom caning etiquette, effective and vigorous over-the-knee spanking methods, the Japanese secrets of female genital procedures, as well as the most satisfying way to beat a girl in the interests of keeping her fit and healthy. It is the truly definitive guide to the dos and don’ts of the most noble pursuit of pleasurable and practical power over your willing sub as she quivers irresistibly in submissive heat.
Quite simply anyone who enjoys perusing beautiful prose, and whipping a maiden’s delectable derriere until she squeals, will just love this book and read it many times. It is not only an indispensable guide for any man wishing to learn how to express his masterful side, but is required reading for cultured men and women who crave wonderful stories and detailed descriptions of erotic corporal punishment.
A Health Warning:
If you have now, or at any time in the past, suffered from any kind of serious medical condition, please consult your doctor before reading this book. I cannot be held responsible for cardiac arrests, strokes or any form of babbling delirium induced by the unbearably sensual nature of the material in this volume.
I apologise to anyone whose constitution is not strong enough to enjoy these irresistibly vivid accounts of the most mind-blowing erotic disciplinary practices and incredible sexual adventures. That’s just the way it is, and you’re going to have to miss out on something that would have enriched your presumably quite short life immeasurably.
Sorry.
Peter Prince.
Cane Your Girl With Confidence: Part 1
In Part 1 I shall describe the basics and benefits of regularly caning your wench, the finer points of the perfect bottom-whipping stroke, and generally revel in the delightful aspects of exposing a girl’s rear end to this truly wonderful and terrifying instrument of female punishment.
Why Cane Her?
For many years, I have been the proud owner of a classic school cane, and when I am blessed by the constant companionship of a submissive female, it is my great pleasure to use it with regularity and real enthusiasm upon her bare, twitching bottom. Sometimes this is to punish her girly misdeeds, often merely to satisfy my manly lust to whip her naked body, and occasionally just to remind her which one of us is really in charge.
Of course, I also beat her until she squirms more frequently with other, lesser implements, and I am especially fond of tanning her naked cheeks with either an old-fashioned wooden ruler – affectionately named the “Pussy Whacker” – or a regulation issue school plimsoll, reinforced with a heavy wooden insole.
These two kinder instruments of rear end retribution are actually more recreational than correctional, in my view. I frequently pin her soft tail over my knee in the bedroom, or more often in my study, and take down her knickers to wallop seven bells out of her with the Pussy Whacker, either because I am bored, maybe feeling sexy, or have just plain had a hard day and want to let off some steam by whacking her long and hard while she wriggles and yells for my amusement.
The plimsoll, too, has its place as one of my favoured toys, but that is more often reserved for longer, more humiliating spankings at the end of one of our special games: competitive activities in which she inevitably ends up as the loser (and a sore one at that!)
In a later chapter, I shall outline the principles of these fixed outcome pursuits, in which she inescapably earns a bottom whipping for finishing second, since they are an excellent means for reinforcing her inferior standing in our home, whilst simultaneously providing a failsafe excuse for painfully skinning her delicious derriere.
But if these sexy whackings are the hors d’oeuvres and gravy of our spankingly wonderful love life together, then the meat and potatoes are surely the strict and formal canings that I love to subject her to, the mere threat of which can set her aflutter in that tummy tingling way that only a really, very naughty girl can understand.
It’s difficult to explain our deep and profound emotional relationship with the cane to any man who hasn’t ever used one to beat upon the naked hindquarters of his lovely girl, but let me try to share with you something of the wonders conjured up by the marvellous phenomenon that is a bare bottom caning.
What Makes The Cane So Special?
People who’ve never actually seen or felt a classic school cane often imagine it to be some kind of walking stick, or perhaps something rather like a garden cane for runner beans. This is quite wrong.
The first astonishing thing you notice about a school cane (that is how I like to refer to my preferred punishment cane since it is used primarily to teach her important lessons) is how surprisingly light it is. It’s as easy to pick up as a biro, and about the same thickness, and for an object just over two and a half feet long, that makes it seem too flimsy to inflict real pain. It’s also incredibly flexible, and can be bent into a complete circle with no strength whatsoever.
You might imagine that these properties make the hallowed rod virtually useless for delivering authentic punishment. Nothing could be further from the truth. In that apparent and wholly illusory softness, lies the special magic of the cane. That supple, feather light, bamboo staff is a device designed precisely to inflame controlled agony when applied quickly and with skill across the bare cheeks of a properly presented female behind.
An unbroken lineage of a thousand years, perhaps more, of uninterrupted woman whipping, have produced through trial and error, this modern masterpiece of posterior torment technology.
The school cane is designed specifically and beautifully to punish the naughty girl’s bottom, and none should ever doubt its power, precision and truly pussy tingling menace. It turns even the most timid master into an icon of terrifying male power: a man who requires and receives both submission and worship from his wench.
I once used to cane a girl who said that having her bottom and fanny just tapped by its light tip, made her clitoris feel like it was about to explode, so much did she dread the first delightful stroke as her bare hips gently bounced with uncontainable anxiety.
“I get so worked up, I think I’m going to piss!” she confided, touchingly.
Striping Her Bottom
As he stands aroused above her bare and quivering tail, a girl’s master holds in his hands an artefact that can, with the minimum use of force, create almost unlimited fiery pain in her exposed and separated cheeks without causing one single permanent score, nor breaking the skin of even the most sensitive naked rear.
I have caned squaws with highly responsive bottoms, which, though often beautifully marked, remained permanently unscarred and still deliciously twitchy, despite the countless lengthy and expert sessions I used to make them endure over my whipping stool.
In fact, a proper caning, delivered with skill, loving care and unbending intent to punish, will leave only a very attractive, temporary set of red tramlines, spaced at the intervals desired by the caner across the entire width of her buttocks (and thighs if desired). This tattooing is comely evidence of a properly punished bottom, and should be worn with pride as it gradually fades from even the palest complexion over the course of a week or so.
A girl proudly adorned with such clear evidence of expertly delivered discipline can with a single flash of her bare arse, declare silently to the world:
“My master knows how to beat me properly.”
As well as these lovely thin red lines, there will be darker, deeper marks where the very tip of the cane makes harsher contact with her bare bottomflesh, a bit like the end of a cracking whip. These exceptionally painful scorches are called “bitemarks” and gaining sufficient control of the rod to avoid them if desired, or apply them to precise points on her bottom, is a mark of a very accomplished caner.
Indeed, the unique flexibility of the school cane makes it possible for very advanced adepts to inflict accurate bites actually between her buttocks both above and below her anus. To receive these unbearable stings, the girl must ensure that her cheeks are held high and well separated and some adjustment of the angle of the punisher’s caning stance may be necessary, depending on the skill of the beater and the depth of the chastisee’s bottom cleavage.
Having a naughty girl’s bare bottom and vulva spread wide upon a silver platter and awaiting your precise and wrathful pleasure in this way, is guaranteed to stiffen even the most monumental whipping erection. To calm your feverish excitement a little, and thus prevent mistaken cane bites landing directly upon the wench’s desperately pouting anus and labia, I recommend an enjoyable pause during which you apply stern finger pressure to the exact and intimate points of her anatomy that you intend to set aflame with your carefully targeted canetip.
This will allow you to steady your no doubt trembling hands, whilst simultaneously increasing the anxiety tensions in her tummy, legs, vagina and bottom cheeks, as she struggles to keep them in position for you while knowing in advance exactly where each hackle raising scorch is going to land among the private places of her tender bottom.
Correctly achieved, these waspish little bud burns hurt like the devil on horseback, so you will need to apply bites to these special hotspots sparingly and with great care. But it is a great flourish with which to finish a memorable beating: an accomplished painter of shivering pain, signing his quivering canvas with a bamboo quill.
“Let’s have that arse high and wide, now girl, I want to be able to see right up that bottom. You’ll remember the end of this lesson the next time you scratch your tail, my little pussycat.”
Being a very committed caning enthusiast, I usually demand to closely inspect my sub’s backside daily, whenever she is over my knee for her recreational spankings or regular vaginal massage sessions, to ensure that the caning tramlines and bites that I value so highly are always present.
Fresh bites in very sensitive places can be pressed hard or pinched either to see how much they still hurt, or simply to recreationally humiliate and torment her. In any event, it certainly would not do for a man of my rank to possess a wench with an unmarked rear, and when her punishment burns are deemed too faint, it is time to refresh them, inventing a reason to fetch her to the whipping stool if necessary. (Though, prone as girls are to frequent laziness and casual insolence these days, such creativity is rarely called for.)
The school cane is the perfect tool for any man to use to subdue the modern, wilful girl, because its unique agony-magnifying properties mean that even those males of somewhat lesser physical strength have much greater leverage over her distress while relishing a slow and proper beating.
And if your female has been gradually and patiently trained to withstand a severe arse warming, and since you can swing it satisfyingly hard with no risk of injury to her naked tail, this makes it an appropriate implement to administer heated, angry thrashings as well as cold, calculated sets of measured and excruciating whacks.
End of Chapter One
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