Good God! What has he made of me? she worries.
“Here I thought I was done, and you f**k up the plan,” he says. The cane whisks through the air another several times, with these strikes landing across the top of her thighs. Pain rifles through her and the burn makes her shriek. But afraid of displeasing him, she stifles most of her cries. If she weren’t already being punished for a break in form, she’d crumple into a heap and weep. But she’s much too proud to fail him and herself again.
Again, he’s on her p***y with his hands, making her rapturous with so little a tease.
“Oh, God, please!” she gasps.
“Please what, slut? Are you begging?”
“Yes, I’m begging, dammit!”
He slaps her p***y hard with his hand. “You bark at me again, I’ll bind you and cane your p***y with your legs spread wi
