There’s a moment of peace after her Master puts the cane down, and tells her that it’s over and she’s been a good, brave girl.
Her mind is at peace. She was caned for her Master’s pleasure, and hers. There was nothing for her to forgive herself for, nothing for him to forgive. He’d just woken up needing her submission, urgently, and he’d cuffed her to their bed, and reached for the cane.
His strokes hurt as they fell on her, of course. But how quickly those individual flashes of pain turn to warmth, to a kind of sensual glow, and then to sexual longing. She watched him as he raised the cane. His cock lifted with that movement: caning her turned him on.
He takes photos for her to admire later, and then puts on a condom. And he leaves her cuffed, wrists and ankles spread for him, while he poises his body above hers, ready to take her. And then that moment of peace is over.
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Love the scene and the fact you can count each stroke.
She is beautiful too
We also enjoy that moment of calm. Lovely image.
The picture and your words are intense, and make me feel what I’m seeing and reading…takes ‘vicarious’ to a whole new level.
Hot, hot, hot!
I’d say some respite was welol earned and deserved.
KW
A marked commitment of pleasure, total submission imaged.
Very hot indeed. Definitely been in that very position!
Such a delightful image and all the better for your description.
Love the almost symmetry!
The scene you describe here is such a turn on to me
Mollyx
Love those marks, but they make me cringe too…
Rebel xox
Mm great story with the photo
I simply love those words. So much want, now.
Wonderful story and photo. Xx
Such a beautiful moment well captured.