Chapter Thirty-Six
“I will have to ask Linda how much you need to use your feet. Do you walk much?”
I am a blubbering mass of excoriated flesh. I cannot speak, not able to evoke a humble ‘thank you’ as the caning finally stops and Miss Ayami coolly and calmly releases the ‘D’ clamps, that which made me one with the padded whipping bench.
I am relieved that the Stephanie girl departed after the first set, some dozen crisp and precise strokes, which broke the facade of masculine fortitude and had me sobbing and begging like a wounded child. But not before I urinated, uncontrollably, sometime at the sixth or seventh stroke. This brought outright laughter from Stephanie with no reaction from a knowing Miss Ayami. How many has she so intensely flogged?
Finally there came a respite, Miss Ay
