“It only hurts if you think it
hurts,” Claire said, still standing close to Sheila. She whirled the cane,
bringing it up with uncanny accuracy between Sheila’s legs with an underhand
motion. I heard the impact of flexible wood on soft flesh. Sheila truly
screamed this time. I wasn’t the least bit ashamed to admit my c**k was
incredibly hard and I wanted to pull it out and stroke it. “Very good, very
good,” Claire told my wife, still caressing one cheek while kissing the other.
Sheila wasn’t at all prepared for the second impact of the cane on her p***y.
This time her scream was less intense. Maybe she had become used to the pain,
maybe the pain had dulled her senses.
“Take a picture,” Claire told me,
stepping away from Sheila. “I think you’ll want to have a memento of this.” Two
