| Straight: BDSM: Bllind Love (4/10) |
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Whenever I woke first, I would just tap her lightly and she was down on me immediately. Of course there were times when she gagged or coughed, and sometimes she spilled a little. I warmed her ass on each of these occasions and she learned very quickly. Once, when I was giving her a hard throat fucking on the bed, she choked and threw up on the bedclothes. It was obviously not her fault, except that she had to learn to conquer her gag reflex and relax her throat under all conditions and she hadn't yet got to that stage. Anyway, I didn't like being interrupted or having the sheets soiled, so the punishment was a bit harder than usual. I ordered her onto her knees with her body upright and her hands clasped behind her back. I picked up the cane from its home on my bedside cabinet and gave her a good hard one across the tops of her tits after telling her that she was going to get six of the cane. She obediently cried out, "One, Master," although the blow was clearly a shock and tears came immediately to her eyes. The welt on her tits was beautiful. Within a few seconds I gave her another one just the same. Her tits bounced wildly and they were swelling with the bruises from the cane. She managed to call the number, but her voice was faltering with the pain. I decided to put the next one across her belly, which caused her to bend sharply forward with the shock. Because I had not told her where I would hit and she could not see what I was doing, she had no idea what to expect next, other than that there were still three more strokes to come. She straightened up without me needing to order her and knelt ready for the continuation of her punishment, with tears running down her lovely cheeks. I aimed directly at her nipples and got her tits right on their front. She gasped as it took the wind from her lungs and the reddened, swollen and striped tits swelled a little more. Suzy screamed with this stroke and only just managed to call out the number. I went and took a sip of water and then poured a little from the glass over each of her breasts. I am not sure why I did this. I don't know whether the cooling would have been soothing at all, but I had a bit of a recollection that wet skin stung worse when it was spanked. I don't think I really wanted to hurt her any more than I was already doing, but who knows. I put the next one on her belly again. I angled it differently and it left a kind of wide cross mark. She didn't even bend this time. She called out, "Five, Master," quite clearly and firmly. She knew that the end of her punishment was close. Her final one was again across the top of her tits. There was a little splash from the wet skin and a loud squeal before Suzy managed to call out, "Six, Master," before clutching her breasts and curling up crying. I admired, kissed, cuddled and caressed those bruised and swollen breasts for well over two weeks before the marks had faded into a general discolouration. Suzy could not see any of this of course, but she could feel the welts and the changes in the shape of her swollen tits. It hurt her a lot, but she loved |
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