I grew tired of Ted's sobbing. He was a pathetic sight; naked, shaking, sobbing, scrotum tight as a walnut in fear. "go into the office and assume the position" I directed.
Having been there before, Ted immediately entered the room, and bent over the large bankers desk, spreading his legs wide so that ankles opposed each leg. His asshole quivered in it's vulnerable position.
I securely tied his ankles to the desk using the nylon braid yachting rope, which has no stretch at all. I then tied each wrist down to the front legs of the desk, finally I secured his torso with a rope encircling his body and the furniture. He was immobile.
I then rolled hand towels, and duct taped them over his lower vertebrae for safety. I slowly walked to the closet and removed the cane, Ted watching me all the way. Just to show off, I bent it completely in half, then swung it through the air, making the familiar "swoosh" as it flew. ted winced, as if it was already hitting him.
Any spankophile who has not experienced the cane should, at least once. It is completely unique, from the "swoosh" of anticipation, to the milliseconds delay after it strikes the buttocks, followed by white hot searing pain as an immediate raised welt and surrounding bruise are formed.
"Fifty boy... no more, no less... you can plead, beg, scream, but it'll be fifty of my best. Remember, this can be expected every time you gamble".
With that, I raised the cane high above my head and twisted my torso to achieve a full swing... "swoosh"....." AAAUGH.... OH _f_u_c_k_...." cried my disobedient soccer stud.
" I will deliver these at 30 second intervals boy, so you have time to think about it... you will be excused from counting or thanking me between strokes tonight, because I want your mind completely focused on your punishment"
"Swoosh".... " EEEEgh" came a high pitched female wail from my stud with the 9 inch _c_o_c_k_. A second livid red highly raised stripe appeared... just one half inch below the first... perfectly parallel.
I listened to Ted breath quickly through his mouth, then watched his cheeks tighten as I raised the cane again.."Swoosh... crack"...
Again, Ted cried out in a wailing and plaintive voice... this time it was intelligible..."Please sir... I won't.... it won't happen again..."
" That is entirely up to you Ted" I said.. "I am always available to do this any time you gamble".
"Swoosh..." came the next blow, as Ted involuntarily bucked and strained against the ropes, which would not give.
Ted began pleading irrationally and struggling against the ropes as I delivered the first 10 blows, all on his right cheek, perfectly spaced.
I gave him an extra minute to collect himself as I circled the desk and stood at his left side...(cont).