Marcus opened the drawer of his desk and took out the cane. Rebecca shuddered.
‘ over the desk,’ he said.
She lay down across the desk, gripping the front tightly, feeling the hard wood pressing against her hips.
‘No,’ said Marcus, ‘not like that. Rest only your hands on the very edge of the desk and your head on top of them. I want the rest of you unsupported, braced, the back arched, bottom pushed out.’
Rebecca put herself into the position he ordered. She wished she had the desk to lie on; she needed all the support she could get. This way would make it harder. Marcus told her to bring her legs a little closer together and to push her behind out further.
‘I want the bottom actively presented to the cane,’ he said, ‘not just bent over inert.’
‘Yes, sir,’ she said. He wanted her co
