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Old 09-30-2011, 05:42 PM   #16
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Please keep going! This is a great story it had me hooked. I am fascinated by it. I know how hard it is to find the time to write and how hard it can be to develop ideas into a clearly written flowing text, but I would really like to see what happens next. Please? Even if it is just a post to tell us that you are working on it or to tell us that you have abandonned this story (God forbid )
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Old 07-18-2014, 06:47 AM   #17
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It's been a long time since I have added to my story. My apologies. I haven't been on get dare for a long time and have forgotten my details but I have made a new account so that I can finally add to my unfinished tale of Elsa Birch. It picks up where it left off.

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I remained crouching on the floor, trying to force my mind to leave me so I could escape the humiliation but I was stuck there to feel everything. I could hear someone opening a box or a cupboard but was fearful to turn around and even more afraid of what I might catch a glimpse of if I did. The headmaster spoke.

‘Mr Danes will now show you how to insert a plug for punishment Mr Birch. We use a variety of sizes here. The maintenance plugs are like this.’ I presumed he must be holding one up. ‘They wear these throughout school hours and they serve as a reminder of further punishments that could occur should they break the rules and improve posture. Though they are not painful once they have been inserted on a regular basis, they are an effective method for reminding the girls of their position here and most girls are humbled by it. However, sometimes more dramatic insertions are necessary as a punishment and what our Master of Punishment will demonstrate is a particularly severe one. I’ll pass on to you now Mr Danes.’

‘Thank you Headmaster. As Master of Punishments at St Mary’s, it is my role to design effective punishments for the young ladies that will stay with them. Sometimes this involves taking an individual and examining her tolerance to pain and finding ways to ‘break her in’ if you will. Your daughter, Mr Birch has a particularly high tolerance so it is necessary to find a particularly extreme punishment and I would recommend that in future punishments administered by yourself, you bear this in mind. It seems we have found that shame is particularly effective, especially in your presence. I will perform the insertion now for health and safety purposes but I’ll ask you to help along the way if you don’t mind because it is essential you feel confidence administering this type of punishment. Would that be acceptable Mr Birch?’

‘Absolutely. I am most willing to be involved.’

‘Splendid. Well let us not hesitate. Elsa, lower your head and elbows to the floor completely. We can’t have you falling over. This is going to be very hard.’ I obeyed. ‘That’s right. Now legs apart a little more. We need access to that rosebud of yours.’ I parted my legs.

Now that my head was on the floor, I could look backwards between my legs and was able to see the legs of the three men. Mr Danes was clearly aware as he bent down and looked directly into my eyes. ‘It is important’ he said to the other men ‘to ensure she is fully aware of what is happening. Make sure to make eye contact. You don’t want her to zone out. She needs to feel every shame, every feeling.’ My father then bent down and looked at me. I wanted to close my eyes and block it out but that would only earn me further punishment. I simply stared back, red faced, sick.

‘Now this is the plug I will use. I will show it to Elsa because fear and expectation is an important part of this.’ He held the plug out and I blanched at the sight of it. It was huge. Bigger than anything I’d ever had inside of me. It had a bulbous end and then an indent, followed by a larger bulb and then the retention indent which was ridiculous in its width. I was going to be so stretched. It was metallic and solid. Mr Danes went on. ‘This is the largest Elsa has ever had inside of her and it is going to be a very difficult insertion. Coupled with this, we will be coating it in a particulate potent lubricant. This prevents lasting damage to the sphincter but increased the pain dramatically.’ I heard a cap unscrew and a mixture of smells floated into my nostrils. It was not unlike the concoction applied to Clemmie. I shuddered at the thought. ‘It contains various chilli powders, mustard seed and menthol. If you put on some gloves - you don’t want this wiped on your face.’ I heard the snapping sound of latex gloves. ‘Now Mr Birch, to begin, I’ll ask you to apply the lubricant to the anus. If you pop your finger in the pot and get a large amount - that’s it. Now spread the cheeks with your thumb and forefinger of your other hand and just plunge that finger with the lubricant on straight in, hard, fast and as far as it will go.’

I saw my father crouch down again and look directly into my eyes. I could see the lubricant on his gloved hand. His fingers parted my bottom and then - exactly as Mr Dane had suggested - he plunged his finger in. ‘That’s perfect Mr Birch. Now move it round and coat all the sides.’ It took a second before the burning began but goodness, it was unlike anything I’d felt before. It was like there was a fire inside of me. I panted heavily. Unable to speak or cry, just completely overwhelmed by the pain.

‘Now Mr Birch, I will insert the plug and talk you through the process. Often with smaller plugs, it is a straight forward plunge and push until it is secure but this one isn’t going to be taken easily. It will have to be pushed in and out several times before the anus will accept it. This will help to widen the sphincter. Now I will coat it with lubricant too and place it against the anus.’ I felt the cold metal touch my sensitive hole, shortly followed by another bout of intense burning. ‘Next I’m going to push it in slowly but firmly until it reaches the widest point on the smaller bulb.’ He pushed the plug in and I felt the familiar sensation of my anus growing. Even the smaller bulb was large though and I was surprised that we hadn’t reached the widest point yet. Eventually he stopped. ‘There we go. And now, we are going to pull it back out and repeat that several times. It will start to slide in with more ease.’ He pumped the plug in and out of my behind until it loosened a bit and then he plunged it in to the first retention gap. ‘Now we have got it to this point, I’ll do the same thing but up to here but each time getting a little deeper so it starts to get further up the second bulb.’ This was truly horrid. I could feel my sphincter working overtime trying to open and close at the right time. It was getting wider and wider on the second bulb but I knew that there was probably loads more to come. All the time, the pain of the lubricant was tearing me up inside. With every push, I was panting like an animal. My hole was being stretched so much. ‘So you see Mr Birch, it is a pumping action to get it further and further in and it elongates the procedure to further the shaming. Would you like to try for a bit?’

‘Certainly.’ I could see my fathers shiny black boots between my legs. He grasped the end of the plug and began thrusting it in and out of me. I felt hideous, knowing what he was doing to me but had expected him to be more gentle still. I was very wrong. He was really going for it, hard and fast. It was now that I began to sob, taking deep gasping breaths. It did not deter him and the plug plunged deeper and deeper.

‘That is excellent Mr Birch! How pleasing to see a parent taking such an active role.’

‘Very good indeed’ agreed the headmaster.

‘Now’ said Mr Danes, ‘I will have to take over for the final part.’ The men swapped places and Mr Danes continued to move the plug in and out as he spoke. ‘I will give it one final, hard push to get it up to the retention indent.’ With that he gave it one huge heave and over the widest point it went and I felt like I was being torn in two before my abused anus closed in over the indent which was hardly less wide than the big bulb.’ I remained in my position, shaking and shuddering.
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Old 07-18-2014, 07:20 AM   #18
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‘Well done Mr Danes’ said the headmaster, ‘that was an impressive insertion. Now Mr Birch, before we proceed to the next phase, perhaps you would like to administer a flogging to your daughter?’

‘I’d be glad to.’

‘We have an excellent paddle available to you that is particular good after a punishment plug because it will slam the plug in with each stroke. Would you care to give that ago?’

‘I’d be delighted Headmaster.’

I saw them walk over to the cupboard and retrieve the paddle.

‘Mr Danes, how many strokes would you recommend Mr Birch administers?’ asked the headmaster.

‘I’d say at least fifteen but no more than twenty five because we don’t want to spoil her yet as there is more to come. You want to give her a light bruising but keep it ready to accept the caning after. We can’t have her passing out. When you are ready Mr Birch’

‘Elsa, I am going to paddle you now. Do you understand?’

‘Yes Daddy.’

‘Yes Sir! You will address me as Sir when I punish you. Understood?’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘I would like you to count every stroke.’

‘Yes Sir.’

With that he slammed the paddle against my behind and the plug jolted up.

‘One!’ I spat it out, shocked by the plug’s movement and the burning of it inside of me. Soon I had the heat of the paddle spreading over my buttocks to contend with too.

‘Two!’

‘Three!’

He kept going up to fifteen where I expected him to stop but he continued, increasing the severity.

‘Sixteen!’

‘Seventeen!’

He didn’t stop at twenty either and proceeded to twenty five strokes of the paddle. He was committed to this, I could see. He stood behind me, paddle in one hand, surveying my pink bottom. Mr Danes stepped forward to take the paddle from him and congratulate him.

‘Impressive work, Mr Birch! Truly great!’

The Headmaster stepped forward now. ‘Tell me Mr Birch, have you ever administered a punishment to Elsa’s genitals?’

‘I have not. Would you recommend it?’
‘I believe it would be highly beneficial, yes. Here at St Mary’s Academy, we recognise the importance of punishing the most sensitive areas - they can have the greatest impact after all. Perhaps if we take a close look at Elsa on the table, we can show you some techniques Mr Birch.’

‘That would be most illuminating.’

‘Excellent.’ The headmaster pressed a buzzer to speak to his secretary. ‘Miss Brae, would you organise for an examination table to be brought up here immediately?’

‘Certainly Sir.’

‘Elsa, you may stand up now. I want you in the corner with your legs apart and your ams folded above your head. Go!’ I stood as quickly as I could and waddled over to the corner. ‘Now then gentlemen, perhaps another cigar while we wait for the table?’

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Old 07-18-2014, 07:59 AM   #19
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The examination table arrived quickly and was positioned in the middle of the room. It had stirrups and restraints. I was called over and ordered to lie down on it. Getting on was surprisingly difficult with the huge plug inside of me. Mr Danes pulled my legs into the stirrups and fastened the restraints. The view of my genitals was clear to all, as was the massive plug wedged inside of me.

Mr Danes was invited to speak again.

‘Now as you can see, I have put her like this so she feels completely exposed and helpless. Girls here are taught to receive their punishment willingly and restraints should not be necessary, however, I feel that it makes them feel all the more humble. Now I’ll start with a quick flogging to the whole vulva to warm up. I like to use this leather strap for this part.’ He held up a short, firm strap and my father examined it. ‘Now, I’ll begin. Ten lighter ones, followed by ten harder ones. That should be ideal for getting started.’

The strokes came down over the lips mainly. It was painful but I’d had much worse. After ten, he administered the next ten, far, far harder. It stung deeply and I knew it would bruise.

‘What I find is best after this is to open her up a little. The inside is very sensitive. If you take these clips and put two on each lip, we can hold her open.’ He fastened the metal clips to my outer labia. They pinched the skin and the small claws felt like they might pierce. ‘They attach to these chains and we can then attach these to the side of the table. I can give you the brochure for these things later Mr Birch.’

‘Thank you kindly.’

‘So now we pull the chain out, fasten it on and you see, the inside is exposed. I’ll do the other side now. There. You see how much easier it is to access?’

‘Much easier!’

‘Now, I’ll administer a flogging to the inside of her. I’ll do the same again but I prefer to use rubber for hygiene purposes.’ He brought the flogger down upon me ten times before increasing the pain for the next ten. Even the first ten seemed hard. The second lot of ten were terrible though. I thought Matron was hard but Mr Danes was something else. Not only did he have great strength, he had a very precise aim. Several times, he brought it right down over my clitoris, causing me to convulse. After, he explained to my father what was happening. ‘You need to make sure that you apply some directly to the clitoris Mr Birch. It is the most sensitive part of her body and thus should never be forgotten. You can’t overdo it, but it is important to inflict pain on that area in a severe punishment. It isn’t something they forget. You saw how she jerked around, didn’t you?’

‘I most certainly did.’

‘Not only is there flogging with this area, there are other great methods of punishment too. We often put a clip on their clitoris too which we ask them to leave on for a period of time as the longer they wear it, the more it hurts. We often use wooden ones but since today is an extreme punishment, I’ll use a metal one. We just move the clitoral hood like this’ - I shuddered as he touched me - ‘and pop it on.’ The intense feeling was immediate. It was tight, very tight and hurt terribly. It had little tiny claws that were digging into me but underneath the pain, I felt strange. It was almost erotic. And then because of that I felt even more shame. My father here watching, learning, the headmaster, Mr Danes. All of them there. I lay on the table, breathing heavily.

‘Another thing we can do is to apply the pain inducing lubricant.’ He put on a glove and smeared it liberally over my genitals. It was too much. Finally, I began writhing in my restraints, trying desperately to remove the substance but I could not. I was now all the more impressed by Clemmie’s tolerance. All I could do was sob and howl. No one would help me.

The headmaster spoke. ‘You see how effective it is Mr Birch?’

‘I’m amazed. Truly, truly amazed. I will definitely be using these techniques on my daughter from now on.’
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Old 07-18-2014, 08:06 AM   #20
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I was just thinking that it might be worth putting this in the mature stories but I can't edit the original post as I don't know my password or info for my old account.
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Old 07-19-2014, 04:12 PM   #22
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‘Perhaps another cigar is in order?’ suggested the headmaster.

‘Splendid idea’ said my father. ‘And perhaps you could show me that brochure Mr Danes?’

‘Gladly Mr Birch.’

The three men made their way to the balcony, leaving me to struggle on the table. The burning pain on my vagina was maddening. If only I had my hands free. I was overcome by the unbearable urge to rub myself, as you would with a terrible itch but this hurt so much more and the need to rub was so much stronger. I was willing the pain to subside and knew that if I could only touch myself it would feel alright. There was nothing I could do strapped up like that though. And even if I started touching myself, what would they all think?

The ten minutes the men were gone on the balcony felt like forever. By the time they eventually returned, I was calmer and the burning was less intense though still not possible to ignore. I could feel a sticky trickle between my legs, wetting the paper cover of the table. I didn’t understand it but I was all the more ashamed. They entered the room with that familiar scent of cigar smoke. I tried not to meet my father’s eye.

Mr Danes addressed the two other men. ’Well I am sure she’s felt the full effect of that lubricant now! The restraints are great after an application. I’ve often noticed that without them, they can’t control those hands of theirs. They just want to rub it all off and we can’t be having any of that!’

‘Certainly not!’ said the headmaster. ‘Now Mr Birch, for the next phase, we thought you might like to be involved. One should never underestimate the power of a good old fashioned caning. Now that Elsa has been completely humiliated and put in her place, we thought you would be glad to administer a severe caning to her buttocks.’

‘I will do so gladly. I feel after the ordeal she has been through, she’ll be far more receptive to a caning. Isn’t that right Elsa?’

‘Yes Sir.’ I felt worn down and exhausted. I knew the welts my father was capable of planting on my backside and I trembled at the thought. I would have to take it with as much dignity as I could muster. The Pain Sluts would be expecting a full report on my punishment and I had committed to them. I needed to show them I was strong enough to take this, the most extreme thing I had ever been subjected to. If I could do this, they would be forever impressed.

My restraints were unfastened and I was permitted to stand. I wobbled over to the whipping horse that Mr Danes had pulled out from the side of the room. Without being ordered to do so, I approached it and draped myself over it in the appropriate position for a caning.

‘Very good!’ commented my Father. ‘I see she has learned!’

‘Would you care to choose a cane from the collection Mr Birch?’

‘Actually Headmaster, I brought my own. When you wrote to me about Elsa, I decided I needed to find something that could really aid her correction. I travelled up to a specialist in London who designed this especially.’ He held up a thick, dark coloured cane with a leather handle. He walked over to me so that I could see it. On the handle, printed into the leather it read ‘To Elsa with Love.’ He looked at my red face and I stared back, silent, saddened. ‘It’s a reform cane. I hope that it will be effective.’

‘I am sure it will Mr Birch, said the headmaster. I’ll let you take over.’

‘Thank you kindly. Now Elsa, I am going to administer twenty strokes with this cane. I will not go easy on you and this is going to hurt a lot. I want you to know that what I have witnessed today has hurt me too. I am deeply saddened that we have had to resort to this, that such severe punishments are necessary. However, I can see that they are effective and that in the future, I will need to administer such discipline. When you return for your holidays, there will be a new system in place and you will submit to it without argument. I do this out of love Elsa. I owe this to you and to your poor mother who would have wanted the best for you. Do you understand?’

‘Yes sir.’

‘Good. With each stroke, I would like you to count and then thank me. Is that understood?’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘One day you will be grateful for this discipline and my thanking me, you are learning that this is a gift.’

‘Thank you sir.’

‘Good. I will now begin.’ He brought the cane high up into the air and it cracked down on my behind like a red hot poker, the heat spreading outwards like wild fire.

‘One sir, thank you sir!’

I struggled to get the words out in the shock but knew I must. Again it came down.

‘Two sir, thank you sir!’

He aimed lower next, on my thighs.

‘Three sir, thank you sir!’

I could feel the strokes covering my buttocks, filling the space. Each time it cracked against me, leaving me reeling. By the time we were at ten, I knew it would be coming down on already beaten flesh. The pain was unbelievable. I was completely present, I had no choice and yet I was riding it. I felt everything and yet I was in control of it. I was focussing on every feeling, learning to relish it instead. Finally we reached the final stroke.

‘Twenty sir, thank you sir!’

‘You took that admirably Elsa. You clearly see you are deserving of it.’

‘Yes sir.’ I lay over the horse still.

The headmaster nodded and then spoke. ‘Yes, that was very well taken. I think we have one final procedure, isn’t that right Mr Danes?’

‘Correct. As you know, the anus is a particularly sensitive area and we punish it using the plugs and the pain inducing lubricant as well as figging. However, on certain occasions, it can be beneficial to administer a flogging directly to the anus as well. Elsa, come over here and we’ll prop you up over here.’ I stood up, using the horse to help me. I was very wobbly. As I walked across the room, I allowed my fingers to graze over my poor bottom. I could feel the raised welts and even the lightest brush caused further pain and yet I was eager to touch them more. They positioned me so that my bottom was propped up in the air with my legs apart. ‘That’s it. Now spread your cheeks with your hands as wide as you can. You are to assist in exposing your anus the whole time.’

‘Yes sir.’

‘Now, I’m going to grasp the end of the plug and pull it out. You need to push as though you are having a bowel movement.’ I grimaced.

‘Yes sir.’

I felt him tugging immediately and at first my natural reaction was to contract my muscles to keep it in place but then I corrected myself and pushed the thing out. It came out quickly and settled over the retention gap in the middle and I pushed again and the rest of it came out of me. I knew I must be gaping.

As soon as it was out, the strokes started coming down. He must have been trying to make sure to get as many lashing on the inside before I closed up. They were short and sharp and left me breathless. Every stroke directly on my poor rosebud. I could feel it swelling with the abuse. He didn’t appear to be counting the strokes, he was just laying them on and on until I was red raw, as hard and fast as he could. Eventually it ended and I lay panting on the floor.

‘We’ll insert the plug again now and it will be even more effective.’ I was horrified. My anus was swollen and sore and they were going to put it back in me. I felt the tip pushing and shuddered in pain. He continued to push and I willed myself to relax, to accept it. The first bulb was painful but the second was agony. I don’t know how I managed to get through it without screaming but something inside of me was strong and I managed it.

They let me lie on the floor, recovering. I watched my father shaking their hands. The headmaster, looked over to me. ‘Elsa, we hope that your session today has been useful and that you will rethink your behaviour in the future. Mr Danes and I will step outside and let you have some time alone with your father before he departs.’

‘Thank you sir’ I said, quivering on my floor.
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It was now my father and I alone in the room. It suddenly felt worse, more shameful because it was father and daughter, not the school setting I had been in previously. I had to make this count, for my father and for the Pain Sluts.

‘Elsa?’

‘Daddy!’ He bent down beside me.

‘You took that so well my darling. I was so impressed. You are a strong girl Elsa.’

‘Thank you Daddy.’

‘I had to do it. I know how humiliated you must feel but caning wasn’t enough. You needed more.’

‘I know Daddy. I’m so, so sorry.’

‘I’m glad you are sorry Elsa. When you return to me, you will be subjected to punishments like this. Hopefully the fear of them will help you to behave and maybe one day, you will learn to request discipline when you have done wrong.’

‘I will learn Daddy.’

‘Is there anything you want to say before we part ways Elsa?’ It was time to make it count.

‘Yes sir. I deserved my punishment today. I am thankful to you. And now I ask you to punish me some more because I know I deserve more.’ I spread my legs. ‘Please sir, punish me down there more so that I know I have truly paid for my sinful behaviour. I require a severe thrashing.’

And so at my request, I allowed my body to be subjected to further punishment. I wondered if the Headmaster and Mr Danes were on the other side of the door, listening to the strokes of the strap over my already beaten genitals. My father was severe with his strokes and administered them with great force. My clitoris throbbed terribly and though I cried, I lay there willingly, holding my lips apart as each stroke induced spasm after spasm, accepting my punishment like a true pain slut.
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