Seconds later, Baron was on Lucia again.
Thwack!
Lucia’s mind screamed as a swathe of pain shot through her.
“Ah, nooooo!” there was no thought of protests just a reflection of the pain. Her feet danced when he laid three briskly together, the last at the base of her ass, at the tender, not so padded flesh of her upper thighs. “Yeeeeeeawww!” She struggled but managed to stay in place. What was it that came over her in moments like this? She fought like the devil at the beginning when it wasn’t so painful. And in the end, at the very worst, she managed to hang on.
This was a miserable caning. Not that any were a joy. But twenty? Twenty erratic strikes of pure agony that seemed to rip her body apart? Despite the fire and fight in her, she endured them to the end.
When it was over, Baron
