A Very Painful Lesson

Featuring Rachel Lloyd Sam Johnson Master Kain Rachel lay face down on the large bed, her silk robe pulled up around her waist. Her bottom was still glowing a deep, angry red from the earlier punishment she had received. Her close friend Samantha sat beside her, gently rubbing cool, soothing cream into her sore, welted cheeks. “Poor thing,” Samantha murmured softly, her fingers moving in slow, careful circles. “Your bottom is so hot and marked. Does this help at all?” Rachel let out a shaky sigh. “A little… but it still burns like hell. I can’t believe my husband actually paid someone to do this to me.” Samantha smiled sympathetically as she continued massaging the cream into the tender skin. “I guess Edward was furious when he found out about your affair if he wanted you properly punished while he was on duty tonight.” After several minutes of gentle rubbing, Samantha gave Rachel’s sore bottom one last soft pat. “There. That should help a bit. I’d better go now or I’ll get the same from my husband for getting home late” Samantha gathered her things and quietly left the house, leaving Rachel alone with her red and throbbing bottom. Previously: As Rachel was relaxing on her bed, there was a firm knock on the bedroom door. In walked Mr James — a tall, stern disciplinarian her husband had hired for the evening. Rachel protested weakly, shifting on the bed. Mr James laughed coldly. “Your husband is out fighting fires while you were in this very bed with your lover. He paid me very well to make sure you regret that decision — and I intend to give him his money’s worth. You’re going to be one very sorry, very sore wife by the time I’m finished with you.” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Rachel firmly across his lap, yanking her silk robe up around her waist. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! His large, firm hand began spanking her hard and rhythmically, the sharp cracks echoing around the room. “Ow! Sir!” Rachel gasped, kicking her legs. “You will learn what happens to unfaithful wives,” Mr James said sternly, spanking faster and harder. “Your husband is risking his life at work, and this is how you repay him? Disgraceful. Pathetic.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! He continued the long, stinging hand spanking, covering every inch of her bare bottom and upper thighs until they were a bright, burning pink. His palm rose and fell without mercy, focusing especially on her sit-spots. “Every time you sit down for the next week, you’ll remember this,” he scolded. “You’ll remember how you betrayed your husband while he was on duty. How his colleagues saw you acting like a whore.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Rachel was gasping and wriggling desperately, her bottom growing hotter and redder with every powerful stroke. Mr James kept going for a long time, scolding her relentlessly. After many minutes of hard hand spanking, Mr James reached for a heavy wooden paddle. “Time for something with real weight,” he said. “This will teach you real respect.” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The paddle landed with loud, resounding smacks, flattening her cheeks with each powerful stroke. “Ow! Ow! That’s too hard!” Rachel cried out, squirming violently. “It’s exactly as hard as you deserve,” Mr James replied, paddling her relentlessly. “Your husband is humiliated. His colleagues saw you with another man. This is your punishment.” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! He paddled her for a long time, focusing especially on her sit-spots and the lower curves until her bottom was a deep, fiery red and beginning to bruise. Rachel was sobbing and kicking her legs, but Mr James held her firmly in place. After a thorough and merciless paddling, Mr James picked up his thick leather strap. “Bend over the end of the bed properly,” he ordered. Rachel obeyed, trembling. He doubled the heavy strap and began laying it on with powerful strokes. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! “Ow! Sir, please!” Rachel yelped, rising onto her toes. “You will learn obedience,” he said sternly. “No more affairs. No more lies. You belong to your husband now.” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The strap bit deeply, leaving wide, angry red stripes across her already sore bottom and thighs. Mr James continued for a long time, delivering dozens of heavy strokes until Rachel was sobbing uncontrollably and her bottom and upper thighs were badly marked and throbbing. “Keep that bottom up,” he commanded. “You’re not finished yet. Your husband wants you to remember this for a very long time.” CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Finally, Mr James picked up his long, whippy rattan cane. “Lie flat on the bed,” he commanded. “Arms stretched out in front of you. Do not move.” Rachel lay face down on the bed, her bottom raised slightly. Mr James tapped the cane against her swollen cheeks. “Twenty hard strokes,” he announced. “You will count every one.” THWACK! “One… thank you, Sir!” THWACK! THWACK! “Two… Three! Ow!” He caned her slowly and methodically,...