PART TWO‘We will start off gently, to begin with, June, then build up to full force cane strokes,’ said Stuart.For the next half an hour the two of them caned my ass together, Stuart on one side and his friend on the other. They began fairly moderately as Stuart had said, but slowly increased the force a little more with each stroke until they were caning me very hard. The sound of the swishes in that room was loud and distinct, as each cane struck my bum, the sound was almost deafening. Each stroke produced a sharp loud crack sound, as they caned my bum and the backs of my thighs together. They counted out the strokes as they did them, 1, 2, 3, and so on.I rode through the pain as I had done a few times before when guys caned me. Each stroke stung a lot, and pretty soon my bum felt very hot and sore. As they approached their tenth strokes, I found myself crying out loudly, with each cane strike.‘Ahhh, that’s it, June, baby, let go of your resistance, that’s what we wanted to hear,’ said, Stuart. His friend also said similar, and I could tell that my cries, excited them both.I cried out once more as strokes nine, from both men made contact with the cheeks of my bum. Again they both expressed their pleasure at hearing me shout out loudly my cries of pain.Once the caning was over, I was untied, and helped to my feet. Stuart said, ‘That was incredible, June, you were incredible, thank you.’I felt around, and rubbed my bum with one hand, it felt very hot and sore, but I had endured their twenty cane strokes.Stuart then said, ‘We will now begin the main part of the evening, June, in my ‘Artwork’ room.’I was then led by them both, out of the playroom, and back down the hallway, we turned left and entered a huge room, with high ceilings and it had amazing works of art hunting on the walls.At the far end was a gigantic mural, it remained me somewhat Çankaya Escort of the ‘Mona Lisa,’ though there were differences. In front of the mural, there was a raised metal platform, that extended out into the room. At the foot of the metal floor was a large round weight, the type you see in Gyms.‘This is where we have punished girls like you before, June, many times,’ said Stuart.It was then that I noticed another guy standing to the side, he had a large camera around his neck, and there were some lenses on the floor next to him.‘This is our photographer, June, he will be capturing everything on camera from this point onwards, photos and video,’ said Stuart.I was then told to stand still, facing the guy with the camera. He then approached me raising his camera to eye-level. Stuart said, ‘We would like a front face photo of you before we start, June.’I looked at the camera and smiled, there was a flash as this guy took a portrait photos of my face.‘Thank you,’ said Stuart.Before they began, I was given another glass of Champagne, and the three of us sat around and talked some more. I found out that Stuart and his friend had advertised for girls to be punished five times before, always for payment, and always photographed and videoed. They told me, however, that I was- so far- their youngest, and the most beautiful.After a half-hour break, Stuart said, ‘We would like to cane you again, on the platform, June, but also introduce you to the Bull-whip.’‘How would you feel about that, sweetheart?’I thought for a moment, then said, ‘I have been whipped before, but it was not that hard, or that many lashes, only ten, if I remember.’‘I see,’ said Stuart, ‘We would like to increase that for you, to say, thirty lashes?’He added, ‘With say, another ten, from the cane.’I sat contemplating, Keçiören Escort this and could feel my heart pounding inside me again.‘If more money will help you decide, June, please name your price,’ said Stuart.I replied, ‘No, no, the fee you have paid me is very generous, and I could not take more money from you, Stuart.’He said, ‘If you agree to this, you will make both of us very happy men, June.’After a long pause, I said, ‘Ok, I’ll do it, but not too hard please.’‘Good girl, we both knew you would say that,’ said Stuart.His friend, who had not said much up to that point, said, ‘Thank you, June, I know you can do this.’I was then walked up onto the metal platform by the two of them. The camera guy began taking flash photos, from behind me. They made me face the wall with the large mural, then they both began tying ropes around my ankles. I watched with interest at how adept they were with the ropes, and pretty soon, they had my ankles bound. They then pulled the ropes so my heels slid across the metal floor, my legs ending up far apart.Next, Stuart bound my hands together tightly, using another rope, he then passed the rope under me and down between my legs. He passed it back, and his friend then fastened the end to the round weight, moving the weight backward, which had the effect of pulling my hands down to the floor and back between my legs.I was now bent over, legs apart, and my hands almost touched the floor. Stuart and his friend then re-checked all of the ropes, pulling the weight a little further back, so I was bent over a little more.Stuart then checked to see if I was ok. I was breathing hard now, almost panting, my heart felt like a jackhammer in my chest, and I could feel my legs shaking a little.‘You will be fine, June, we both know you can take this,’ Etimesgut Escort he said.For the next half an hour, Stuart and his friend took turns caning my ass again. Once they reach ten strokes, they produced the Bull-whip and took turns whipping me, not just my bum, but the backs of my thighs and the sides of my body were also struck by the tip of the whip.Weirdly, on the video they later gave me a copy of, it looks like they are not whipping me that hard. Trust me though, they were! The sounds of the whip striking me were loud and sharp in the large room. On and on it went, lash after lash. I strained against the ropes holding me bent over the way I was, my arms ached something terrible after only a short time, and my lower back was burning from the position, but also the whip’s tip when It made contact with my skin.After around ten lashes, I opened my mouth, and let out a loud cry of pain, then again on the eleventh lash, and the twelfth, and so on.‘Yes, that’s it, June, there is no shame in crying out and releasing your pain for us,’ said Stuart.Pretty soon, around lash number twenty or so, I could feel my climax building, slowly it coursed through me, building and building until I could not hold back any longer, and I cried out in both pain and ecstasy as it ripped through me in warm waves of pleasure.Stuart and his friend, both saw and heard this, and they expressed their pleasure at watching me orgasm from their whipping.‘Oh yes, June, that’s it, baby, you let your cum free for us now,’ said Stuart.His friend added, ’Oh wow, June, you submit to your orgasm for us, this is what we wanted to see.’I could do little but ride my climax, through its waves. I could feel my pussy now leaking below me, my juices were running down my inner thighs. The two men carried on. Lashing my body together, still counting out the lashes, until finally, they reached thirty.During the whipping, the photographer guy took many flash photos and he moved around to my right to film my face more closely as they punished me.As I came down slowly from my orgasm, panting hard, and taking in great lung-fulls of air, the two of them stopped whipping me and both then stepped up onto the platform.