She’d closed her eyes and was taking deep breaths.
“Claire?”
“What? Err…no, Daddy…no problem. Thank you.”
“I’d like you to bend over and touch your toes for these, darling. Will you do that for me? These are going to be quite a bit harder now that you’re used to the cane.”
She wiped a tear away and bent over – showing a deliciously pert bottom that was now striped with luscious red lines. I took a deep breath – almost giddy with the feeling of power over her.
I stood to one side of her and stroked the cane over her burning flesh. She was trembling, but stayed nicely in position as I swished the cane through the air making her flinch each time it made a noise.
“OK…stand up,” I said softly.
She obeyed almost immediately, but had a puzzled expression on her face. I stepped in front of
