Chapter 57

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Erin's Adventures
Chapter 57
A Sad Farewell

(****, F/F, Severe, Caning)

Heidi says good-bye. (Approximately 1,035 words. Originally published 1998-02.)

With graduation looming, there was something ominous about the future. I was so preoccupied with my catch-up studies I couldn't place what troubled me. I just knew that I wasn't looking forward to school ending.

One Saturday, after an eternal day of tedious study and reading, I went out for a long walk in the moonlight. I was troubled and nearly overwhelmed at the pace of my life and just needed some time to think and relax. When I returned home it was nearly midnight. Heidi was asleep so I entered quietly and headed for my room, not bothering to turn on any lights.

A sound from the living room made me pause. Gradually, as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw a figure sitting on the sofa. It was Heidi. I realized with amusement that she was naked.

"What's going on?" I whispered, wondering why I was whispering.

Then I saw the cane. It was Heidi's longest, a tough four-foot ratan, and it was lying across her lap. I gulped. I'd had two Friday beatings and didn't exactly relish one tonight. It had been weeks since she'd beaten me, however, so I supposed I deserved it for something. Trying not to think about it, I quickly stripped, tossing my clothing across a chair and approaching my girlfriend.

Heidi grinned at me, a rather mournful smile. The curtains were drawn and in the pale moonlight I was astonished at how beautiful she was. I knelt at her feet and caressed her gorgeous legs. She was strangely silent.

Time passed. I was suddenly blinded by a brilliant glow. I blinked frantically and shielded my eyes. Heidi had turned on the table lamp next to her. She picked up a piece of paper from the table and handed it to me.

I scanned it quickly, confused. The message struck me like a dagger threw the heart. It was a letter from America. Her father had made arrangements for a job interview with a prominent New York firm. The letter hinted that the interview was really just a formality -- with his connections, the job was pretty much hers if she wanted it.

"Y-you're going to take it?" I asked. My voice was cold and dead, for I knew the answer before I asked the question.

"It's what I've always wanted. You know that."

"What about your doctorate?" I mumbled, searching desperately for any excuse. I felt numb and bewildered, betrayed and angry. This wasn't fair!

Heidi shrugged. "I don't need it." She paused, then took my face in her hands. "To be honest, I stayed the extra year to be here with you."

Tears stung my eyes. My throat ached terribly. "Oh, Heidi!"

"Shhhh," she whispered. "Everything is going to be fine. You graduate next week and we'll go our separate ways. It had to happen sooner or later."

I knew she was correct, but it didn't make the truth any easier to accept. I began to cry, hot, angry tears. I felt like a petulant child, angry at the rain. Heidi gripped me tightly and I wept in her arms for a long time. She cried, too, for I could feel her tears dripping down my back.

Finally I pulled away. "Cane me," I cried, turning and finding the discarded rod. "Cane me harder than ever before!"

Heidi laughed, that delightful careless sound sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, I plan to," she nodded. "A real good-bye thrashing. But not tonight. You're too sore from your professors' canings. We'll wait until Friday, the evening before graduation. I leave for London on the nine o'clock train. We'll do it before I go. Then all during the graduation ceremony you can be feeling my stripes."

Rebellion flooded my soul at those words of departure and I struck out at her, moaning in anger and despair. She caught my hands and embraced me tightly. I wept. It wasn't fair. I wanted her to hurt me. If she hurt I could hate her for leaving. Her next words made me freeze.

"I want you to cane me," she said simply.


"You heard me. Tonight it is my turn. I doubt I shall have many opportunities to be caned in America."

Heidi was playing with dynamite, challenging me like that. My anger flared and in moments Heidi was in position, bent over the arm of the sofa, her pretty arse, so smooth and silky and pale, waiting the red-hot strokes of the discipline rod.

I gave her the slowest, hardest caning I'd ever delivered. Twenty-four of the ultimate. Every blow left brutal crimson tramlines across her plump cheeks. Every stroke sent spasms of agony shuddering through her body. She gasped and howled and moaned, eventually sobbing without control. I took my time, spending several minutes after each stroke fondling Heidi's beautiful body, caressing her smooth hips and kissing her back and shoulders and the sides of her dangling breasts. Occasionally I pushed the end of the cane between her legs, poking it inside her twat and bumhole, or simply teasing her with its presence.

It was hours before I finished and we made wild love on the sofa and floor. Both of us had orgasmed several times during the caning and when it was done we were nearly out of our minds with pent-up passion.

I awoke early the next morning and found myself stretched out on the living room carpet, Heidi in my arms. Her arse was a red and purple mess. I touched it and she woke up immediately, moaning softly. She saw me and kissed me, a long, passionate kiss, and then she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

I lay very still, my mind whirling. Everything in my life was about to change. My lover and best friend was leaving, my future after graduation was unknown. I'd have to find a job, move to a new place, settle down. Perhaps I'd get married, have children, live a normal life.

I hugged Heidi to me tightly, her rhythmic breathing calming me slightly. There was something about a normal life that terrified me.

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