CHAPTER FORTY THREE

Clint’s erection had grown physically painful, but he’d gagged her and

wasn’t ready to replace the gag with his cock yet. Tears streamed down her

face as he laid down lines of welts across her ass with the cane. He needed

to make her cry more. She had to earn her pleasure with tears. Enough time

had passed for that to be the price.

The gag frightened her, still, which drove him harder to use it. She needn’t fear. He knew when enough was enough with her. He’d been

careful and exercised restraint. Each time the cane came down, she winced

in a way that both made him want to comfort her and hit her again to watch

that reaction… the intense expression of pain on her face, the tears that rolled down, and the lovely welt as it bloomed so quickly into those sharp red lines with the groove he loved to run his tongue along.

He knew what the cane felt like. Though, used properly, it didn’t often

break skin, the hard rap of a thin dowel of rattan or steel always left a

profound impress