Another erotic story from the FLOGMASTER!
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(****, ?/?, Edgy, Could contain anything.)
This is an interactive story where you get to choose how the story progresses. (Approximately 184 words. Originally published 1998-02.)
For a while nothing happens. You still can't see inside the house very well, but at least here there's a good chance you won't be seen. Finally Eric's father reappears and speaks to his son. Soon Eric's back over the couch, his rear blistered and sore.
Mr. Carpenter stands behind him and you gasp when you see what's in his hand -- a long, slender cane! It whips down, cracking across Eric's butt with a terrific snap. Eric quivers and shakes but doesn't rise. You can't imagine how he can take such pain so calmly. It looks like the cane should be cutting him in two.
Again and again the rod lashes down. Each stroke leaves a thick, pulsing red weal across Eric's trim buttcheeks. You cannot help but become excited, wondering how much it hurts, wishing it was you wielding the cane.
Eric's beating is over, at least for the moment, and you watch Mr. Carpenter send him back to the corner. Now's your chance. You can sneak away without anyone being the wiser.
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