The Sunday Midday Church Bells

The Sunday Midday Church Bells

Sue was in a smart light cotton summer dress it was a little diaphanous, she could see her nipples through the material, but then she was very horny, it was nearly midday, nearly time for the bells to ring and then time for the short walk to the pub for lunch. It was nearly time for a traditional Sunday roast.
She fiddled with her hair fixing it invisibly and perfectly so it fell in lush shiny waves down her back. She could almost hear the cogs turning and ticking from the church tower next to their house.
‘You look absolutely wonderful Sue my darling’
She smiled dimpling her young cheeks her eyes sparkled as she stepped forward to kiss me. As we embraced I glanced through the window, the hands in the clock were almost together at the top of the face.
The first bells chimed the introduction to midday.
I picked up the cane from the bed as Sue bent to hold her ankles, I lifted her skirt revealing her knickerless bare bottom, in the short time left of the peeling bells I took in Sue’s beautiful bottom and thighs, creamy skin over a layer of subcutaneous fat tightly wrapping her perfectly as a sculpture.
I pulled back the cane and started its journey toward Sue’s bottom fractionally before the hammer was released to the bell.
The deep bong of the bell and the crack of the cane were exactly timed.
‘Ooooo ow’ Sue cried out over the resonating chime
For the second time the hammer hit the bell three and a half seconds later, again Sue’s cry of pain was muffled by the bell resonating.
Sue hardly had time to think about the last searing stroke before the next line of burning fire cracked across her skin.
‘Oww yes yes’
She didn’t need to count the strokes, the timing of them and the ringing bells did that for her, also she knew the last nine would be on her sit spots.
I laid a hard stroke at the top of her thighs that she wasn’t expecting
‘Jesus fucking shit’ she cried nearly as load as the bell, she gripped her ankles harder her bottom still a compliant waiting target.
The cane struck in time with the bell, Sue’s yells covered by the sound, her cheeks were starting show good welts.
I put a bit of extra swing into the last three meaning they landed on time but harder, two of them on one line at the lower sit spot and the last harder and lower with the last bong echoing and subsiding.
Sue stood and faced me for a hug, tears were running freely, her dress fell back over her nakedness, I ran my hands over the thin material covering her caned bottom, I could feel the twelve welts rising.
Sue pulled back with a fake sad face ‘Do you think people will be able to see my sore red bottom?’
‘I don’t think so, but there’s only one way to find out’
Sue laughed took hold of my hand ‘let’s go’