cane's to up the pain."
The words moved through her mind another trigger for her astonishing arousal. Never. Never had it been like this… Every other scene with a would-be Dom paled in comparison to this. Her shudder deepened as she watched him pick up the leather paddle, and then again as he moved around behind her and carefully lifted her skirt. As he reached for the band of her nylon panties, she emitted a small groan. Every excruciating second ticked by in slow motion, drawn to a finely turned edge before the next began. So nervous, so aroused, she was about to spontaneously come. However, her feelings promptly changed. After he drew the nylon over her bottom and down to the top of her thighs, he positioned himself for the best angle, and SMACK!
She lunged forward, gasping from the sudden and brutal sting.
Again and again, the surface of her bare ass took the repeated blows from the not-somild leather. This was hardly warming up; she was hot from the start, punished, rebuked and reprimanded for a string of mistakes, missteps and thoughtless blunders she'd committed over the last year, as if the collective disapproval of Captain Danvers and his staff was finally being realized in this one punitive expression.
She hung on, cringing desperately, vowing that she wouldn't cry out no matter what. A prudent decision on her part – in the past Alain was known to gag a distraught sub who showed no inclination to contain her emotions.
When he finally paused, it was long enough for Meredith to feel a sudden, surging heat spread throughout her lower regions. Then when he started in again, he aimed for her upper thighs and moved even lower, where the skin could barely take the punishing blows. He retreated briefly to her reddened ass end, then returned to her thighs, and went back and forth until a string of muffled moans escaped her lips and her tortured behind tried to elude another swat.
She slumped miserably against the desk and he was forced to stop.
"Pull yourself back upright, young lady!" he crisply ordered.
She struggled with the command, but was then rewarded for her efforts with the palm of his large hand covering one ass cheek. He gently squeezed. It was all she could do not to wriggle against the sweetness of that tender caress. He held her at the ass and the shoulder as if he were laying claim to her body and soul, a declaration more lucid than any contract she would ever sign.
"If ever there was a woman who needed a firm hand to guide them, it is you, Meredith."
Oh, dear! She never remembered him calling her anything but Miss Shaw.
"And you have much to atone for."
He backed away leaving the imprint of his virile energy crawling through her aroused body.
"And not a sound," he warned tersely, as he plucked the cane from his desk.
She cringed but she didn't utter a word, while pouring every ounce of determination into bearing the pain she knew would follow. Never had it been more clear to her that this
strict discipline was exactly what her life had been missing, and that Alain Danvers was the perfect man to effectively deliver that discipline
Directly across her two smoldering ass cheeks, Alain laid the first angry cut of the bamboo cane. He felt every one ripple through his nerves as it laid a dark red welt through the deep pink blush of Meredith Shaw's lovely ass. One…two…three…four…five…six…
His cock was ravenous and his full power engaged for the final six cuts that made successive lines down her lower ass cheeks to the tender flesh of her upper thighs. As each one struck, he felt every nerve in Meredith's body seize up …seven… eight…nine… and heard her strain valiantly to muffle her response to the fierce pain; it wasn't easy… ten… eleven… twelve.
Done at last, he laid the cane back on his desk next to the paddle, then moved in close behind
The words moved through her mind another trigger for her astonishing arousal. Never. Never had it been like this… Every other scene with a would-be Dom paled in comparison to this. Her shudder deepened as she watched him pick up the leather paddle, and then again as he moved around behind her and carefully lifted her skirt. As he reached for the band of her nylon panties, she emitted a small groan. Every excruciating second ticked by in slow motion, drawn to a finely turned edge before the next began. So nervous, so aroused, she was about to spontaneously come. However, her feelings promptly changed. After he drew the nylon over her bottom and down to the top of her thighs, he positioned himself for the best angle, and SMACK!
She lunged forward, gasping from the sudden and brutal sting.
Again and again, the surface of her bare ass took the repeated blows from the not-somild leather. This was hardly warming up; she was hot from the start, punished, rebuked and reprimanded for a string of mistakes, missteps and thoughtless blunders she'd committed over the last year, as if the collective disapproval of Captain Danvers and his staff was finally being realized in this one punitive expression.
She hung on, cringing desperately, vowing that she wouldn't cry out no matter what. A prudent decision on her part – in the past Alain was known to gag a distraught sub who showed no inclination to contain her emotions.
When he finally paused, it was long enough for Meredith to feel a sudden, surging heat spread throughout her lower regions. Then when he started in again, he aimed for her upper thighs and moved even lower, where the skin could barely take the punishing blows. He retreated briefly to her reddened ass end, then returned to her thighs, and went back and forth until a string of muffled moans escaped her lips and her tortured behind tried to elude another swat.
She slumped miserably against the desk and he was forced to stop.
"Pull yourself back upright, young lady!" he crisply ordered.
She struggled with the command, but was then rewarded for her efforts with the palm of his large hand covering one ass cheek. He gently squeezed. It was all she could do not to wriggle against the sweetness of that tender caress. He held her at the ass and the shoulder as if he were laying claim to her body and soul, a declaration more lucid than any contract she would ever sign.
"If ever there was a woman who needed a firm hand to guide them, it is you, Meredith."
Oh, dear! She never remembered him calling her anything but Miss Shaw.
"And you have much to atone for."
He backed away leaving the imprint of his virile energy crawling through her aroused body.
"And not a sound," he warned tersely, as he plucked the cane from his desk.
She cringed but she didn't utter a word, while pouring every ounce of determination into bearing the pain she knew would follow. Never had it been more clear to her that this
strict discipline was exactly what her life had been missing, and that Alain Danvers was the perfect man to effectively deliver that discipline
Directly across her two smoldering ass cheeks, Alain laid the first angry cut of the bamboo cane. He felt every one ripple through his nerves as it laid a dark red welt through the deep pink blush of Meredith Shaw's lovely ass. One…two…three…four…five…six…
His cock was ravenous and his full power engaged for the final six cuts that made successive lines down her lower ass cheeks to the tender flesh of her upper thighs. As each one struck, he felt every nerve in Meredith's body seize up …seven… eight…nine… and heard her strain valiantly to muffle her response to the fierce pain; it wasn't easy… ten… eleven… twelve.
Done at last, he laid the cane back on his desk next to the paddle, then moved in close behind
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