I was in a daze for the last remaining strokes of the cane, not in subspace exactly (that would have been wonderful, but it is rare with me), but almost crazy with the pain, holding onto the chair for dear life, crying, thinking about nothing except when it would be over. And my duty to Miss Eva. I hoped when I described the pain to her that I could make her feel some of it, I hoped that I could make her understand what I had suffered for her sake.
At last it was over. I was still sobbing as the Professor put the cane down on his desk. He stood over me and gently stroked my bottom, his hand soothing and comforting. I wondered if he would take me; I should not have thought of resisting if he had forced himself into either of my two rear orifices; whatever brattiness I had felt at the begin
