Tonight I have taken her farther than ever before. She has felt my perforated wooden paddle smacking her ass again and again, driving her forward as I chased her twice around the room before halting her at the base of the pillory. She has shrieked and danced as the cane slashed her bottom and thighs, raising ridges that stood vivid in a field of lesser weals. I have broken the promise I made earlier. These marks will last at least a week. She has gasped in agony as weights were chained to her n****e clips and dropped. My attentions have been unrelenting, my pace has been frantic.
So it is only by contrast that she feels an indolent sensuality as I slide my strap on slow and deep into her ass.
She greets the violation with a sigh, as though relieved that it has finally come, settling her
