The punishment began. Christine made Laura count the first twelve strokes as normal. It sounded real enough at my end. Laura was begging her to stop by the twelfth stroke. Laura must have a safe word if she was really in too much pain, surely!
“Well those stripes look lovely. I made a nice job of those,” Christine said, “and the next twelve are yours, slave. Laura – after each of these strokes you will thank slave, and not me for the stroke. You will apologize for your weakness, and you will ask him for the next stroke. I will deliver it for him. Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” Laura sniffed.
I heard the cane swish and smack onto Laura’s breast. She gasped but immediately said “One! Thank you, my love. I’m so sorry for being weak. Please give me another.”
My whole body tingled with
