Ms. Cane Part Three

“Follow me, Jerry; I’ll take you to your classroom.” Jerry followed Ms. Cane into her house. They walked through a short hallway to a door at the end. “Close your eyes” Jerry closed his eyes, he heard the door open. Ms. Cane took his hand and led him in. “Ok, you can open your eyes now.” Ms. Cane closed the door. Jerry looked at Ms. Cane, then at the room around him. It was a square room, with no windows. There was one overhead light in the middle of the room, the kind of light you would see in a bedroom. The walls were painted white, along with the ceiling. The carpet was dark red. The room smelled like leather and wet wood. There was a large treasure chest in the back left hand corner of the room. In the middle of the room was a school desk, one of those chairs that are attached to a desk. In the front of the room was a rolling chair, and one of those huge notebooks that people use for presentations on an art easel. “Take a seat Jerry.” Ms. Cane locked the door behind them. Jerry walked towards the desk and sat down. “At the beginning of each of these lessons, you will take an endurance test. This test is designed so that you can not only build your endurance, but understand the power that women have, and understand your place in service of them. We will continue this test once a week for one year, and at the end of that year you will start all over. The endurance test has very simple rules. You stand up straight with your legs apart, and I kick you in the “nut” once. Your goal is to remain standing for five minutes after the kick. If you fail to remain standing for one minute after the kick then the next week the number of kicks will be doubled, and you will have to stand up for five minutes after the doubled amount of kicks. If you remain standing, your number of kicks will remain at a low level, but if your endurance is not strong enough, then you know what happens. You can multiply, can’t you? Today you will receive one kick, but next week, maybe 2? 4? 8? 16? But don’t worry; when, I mean if we get to 64, we’ll stay there for the rest of the year. And at the beginning of next year you get to start over at 1, because I’m such a nice teacher. Of course I won’t give you the option of blocking my kicks, so even if you do fall down, I will finish while you’re on the ground. To insure that you don’t block the kicks we will handcuff your hands behind your back.” She then pulled out another set of cuffs, two cuffs attached to the ends of a three foot metal bar. “These will hold your legs apart.” She proceeded to put the ankle cuffs on both of Jerry’s ankles.” Jerry was scared, and feeling lost and hopeless. Ms. Cane drew back her leg, and brought her knee up in front of Jerry’s groin, snapping out the ball of her foot and nailing him right in the nut. Jerry was already sore from the last kick earlier that day, so this kick made him very weak. He felt like he would surely vomit. His knees buckled beneath him. He was sweating profusely. His head was full of adrenalin, from all the pain. He knew he had to remain standing for five minutes. “I’m going to puke” Jerry told Ms. Cane. “Here you go, sweetie, you can puke in this.” She held up a small garbage can with a plastic liner to his face. Jerry puked up everything in his stomach and even dry heaved a few times. “Oh, dear, Jerry, I didn’t realize how much damage I could be doing to those vulnerable organs of yours.” She giggled. “You’ve only got 4 minutes left, sweetie.” Jerry thought it had already been five minutes, that first minute felt like eternity. After he was done puking the pain died down a little bit, and by the fourth minute, it was a piece of cake standing up for the last minute. “Ahh, I’m disappointed, you stood up the whole time, well, maybe next time I’ll have to kick harder.” She smiled at him as she said this. “You may sit down now. Besides that game of ours, you will not receive any genital torture, unless you give me reason to. Do you understand?” “Yes maam.” Jerry replied.

“It’s time for dinner. Do you know how to make spaghetti?” “No maam.” “Well, I guess you’ll have to try to figure it out. If you mess up, I may be disappointed. Oh, yeah, if you make a mess of any sort and don’t clean it up, you will have to be punished.” Ms. Cane unshackled Jerry, and took his handcuffs off. She did not allow him to put his clothes back on. She led him to the kitchen. “Get to work, you have one hour to prepare me spaghetti, and remember, I’m watching you.” She stood near him, the whole time, but did not help him in any way. At times Jerry would ask her where something was and she just didn’t respond. She felt that eventually Jerry might try to poison her, so she knew if he was preparing her meals she would have to watch him closely, and not allow him to wear any clothes. Jerry managed to make some decent noodles, but his spaghetti sauce was all fucked up and runny. “How much would you like maam?” Jerry asked Ms. Cane. “Put the noodles on the plate and I’ll tell you when to stop.” Jerry began putting the noodles on her plate one scoopful at a time. “Stop.” “Now put the sauce on until I say stop.” He did the same. “Now you may clean up your mess. I am going to go to the other room and eat. You do not get to eat any of this. Throw away all the food that I didn’t eat. And have this kitchen spotless by the time I get back.” Ms Cane sexily walked out of the kitchen. Jerry began frantically cleaning the dishes, and wiping down the counters, trying not to miss anything. He loaded all the dishes in the dishwasher, and again eyed the place up and down making sure there were no messes. Ms. Cane walked in just as he was finishing. Jerry noticed some spilled water on the floor by the sink and hoped she didn’t notice. “Hmm, doesn’t look too bad, oh, but what’s this? Water on the floor? You will have to be punished for that later, but for now, you can clean it up.” Jerry went for the paper towels. “No, if you had cleaned it before I came in here you could have used the paper towels, now that I’m here you have to lick it up.” “Please, Ms. Cane, don’t make me lick it up.” Ms. Cane grabbed his nut in her fist, and squeezed it pretty hard, while pulling it upwards. Jerry found it extremely painful, and had trouble balancing. “Listen you little fuck, when I give you an order, you obey me without question, or else I’ll make your life a living hell,” she then squeezed her fist as hard as she could and punched her closed fist with her other fist sending a shockwave through to his compressed nut. Jerry collapsed to the floor immediately when she let go, and he felt like he would puke if he had anything in his stomach. He lowered his head to start licking up the water, but smelling the floor made him start dry heaving. “That’s good, get it out of your system, then start licking, and I want that part of the floor to be spotless.” After a few minutes of dry heaving, the pain subsided slightly and Jerry began licking the water up off the floor. “Good doggie” Ms. Cane teased. “Lick it all up.” After about ten minutes Jerry had swallowed all the water off the floor, and his nut still ached, but was more bearable. “Oh you missed a spot.” Ms. Cane pointed at a black sticky spot on the floor that looked like it had been there for a while before that day. “I didn’t…” Jerry began, but then stopped realizing, what may have happened if he questioned her. “Jerry got down and started trying to lick that spot off of the floor. It tasted like a sweet, salty kind of flavor with an after taste of mold. He couldn’t get it off by licking it, so he started using his teeth to scrape it up. It sickened him licking up this old food, but he knew he had no choice. “I was just fucking with you, that spot had been there for about a month, that was your punishment for how shitty that spaghetti was.” I expect you to learn to make some decent spaghetti before the next time I see you.” “Now we don’t want you getting poisoned from all those toxins you’ve probably just ingested, so puke them up in this garbage can. Jerry tried to puke, but he couldn’t. “If you can’t make yourself puke, then I’ll do it for you.” She said as she kicked him from behind with the top of her foot slapping up against the bottom of his scrotum. She kicked him twice. Jerry immediately began throwing up the contents of his stomach. Jerry finished puking. “Aren’t you going to thank me for helping you get rid of those poisons?” “Thank you maam.” Jerry replied. His ball was glowing with pain again, he felt like he was getting used to this pain, but it was still too intense for him to stand up. “Get up; we have to clean you up now.”