Ruled by the Rod

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Authors: Sara Rawlings
Tags: strict discipline, cane and restraints, nubile daughters
only cried out from
the seventh stroke, which caught me lower than I had been
expecting. The shock was such that I involuntarily clenched behind,
and papa had to speak sharply to me to get me to open up my
buttocks again. For the rest of my dozen I fought hard to hold them
relaxed and spread, but it is well known that, once the dam has
burst, it is difficult to keep the waters pent up, and I could not
entirely suppress the screams that rose to my throat while my tears
were quite unconfined.
    When the last
of the dreadful dozen had ebbed down for the unbearable agony of
its flood, papa handed the yellow cane to the doctor, asking, 'And
what is your opinion now, sir?'
    'I think she
does you credit, sir,' the man of healing replied. 'Quite
commendable fortitude for the first half, though there is still
scope to train her to endure further. Certainly her flesh will go a
great deal further.'
    'Very well,'
my father seemed quite pleased with this reply, 'perhaps you would
lay on the extra trio she earned at your expense.'
    I had somewhat
recovered myself in the respite afforded by this exchange, and
determined to set up my defences once again. But I had reckoned
without the doctor who, I learnt later, had much experience of
female correction and the means of breaking their resistance. At
measured intervals, spaced so that I was caught at the crest of the
proceeding wave by the new cut searing into my flesh, he drove
three excruciating strokes into my thighs, just an inch below that
soft crease that divided the rounded resilience of my buttocks from
my legs. I shrieked in protest, digging my nails into the leather
of the chair and, after the last, my head came up, quite beyond my
control, and I howled like a bitch.
    I had expected
papa to order immediate and condign retribution, but it would seem
that he was either too affected by that female contamination, or so
involved with his scientific collaboration with the good doctor,
for he neglected me shamefully, offering no correction for my fall
from grace, and proceeded at once to the next usual act, namely the
penetration of my anus by his male member, so that I could redeem
myself in some measure by assisting in the drawing off of the
poison in his system.
    On this
occasion he was more rough and vigorous than usual, and I cried out
more than once as his belly slammed into my sore buttocks, and my
tender sphincter was pulled almost to inversion by his rapid out
takes. But I did my duty and clenched on his shaft, as I had learnt
to do with the muscles of both my belly and my anal sphincter.
    It seemed no
time at all before I had accomplished my object, and I felt the
debilitating substance that had been troubling him so greatly,
puffing up his male organ, ejected into my rectum in great hot
spurts.
    I have to
admit that I was somewhat fatigued after this exercise, and lay
resting my cheek on the back of the chair, awaiting permission to
descend.
    But my duties
were not quite over, however.
    Papa left me
on my awkward mount while he recovered himself somewhat, then
heaved himself off my back, adjusting his breeches as he addressed
the doctor.
    'As you may
see, sir, the process of extraction is quite quickly accomplished,
and most efficacious. I am aware of the benefit already. Now I know
you have a household full of women, and you must, yourself, suffer
badly from the same complaint, and the infection can only have been
exacerbated by your close proximity to my daughters, for I fear
that they are a particularly virulent source of these noxious
effusions. For your own relief, and in the interest of scientific
investigation, of course,' he added, smoothing down his waistcoat
and adjusting his buttons, 'you should essay the passage yourself,
and see how beneficial it can be.'
    Almost at once
I felt another hard rod against my sphincter. I braced myself
against the coming pain, though I knew now not to clench my
buttocks, but to strain outwards as if answering a call of nature,
as soon as

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