body.
“No, sir,” I said feeling a little sense of
relief.
“You are sure you don’t want to get it over
with?”
“No, sir. I want to wait.”
He began to run a gloved hand between my
juicy lips as he tapped the top of my ass with that damn cane.
“You definitely are excited. I think you actually like the cane. I think it’s making you hot, but you
just won’t admit it,” he said teasingly.
“No, sir,” I whispered breathlessly.
“Are you telling me that you aren’t
incredibly turned on right now?” he whispered in my ear.
“No, sir,” I repeated.
“Have you ever been more sexually excited in
your life than you are right now?” he asked while tapping a little harder on my
ass.
I hesitated for a moment, thinking about how
I should answer. I didn’t want to
admit that the fear of the cane was actually turning me on. But at the same time, I didn’t want to
lie because for some reason, he always knew when I wasn’t telling the truth.
“Answer me!”
“I don’t know, sir,” I replied, still not
knowing exactly what to say.
That’s when a loud crack split the air and a sharp pain surged through my ass and up
my spine that made me believe I had been truly injured.
“ Ooowwww !” I cried
out in both shock and pain. You fucking bastard!
“Did you just call me a fucking bastard?”
He snarled in my ear.
“No, sir.” Fuck,
did I say that out loud?
“I swear I heard you call me a fucking
bastard. If that’s the case, then
you just earned two more strokes just like the first one,” he said tapping on
my ass once again.
“No, sir. I would never call you that,” I
pleaded, not wanting any more of the cane.
“Never lie to me. That’s why I decided to give you the
first stroke. You were incredibly
turned on, but you insisted on lying to me about it.”
“I’m sorry, sir!” God
is this guy a fucking mind reader?
“Since you’re a newbie, we will stop at one
for now. From now on however, you
tell me the truth when I ask you a question. That way you won’t get hurt.”
“Yes, sir.”
With one final tap on my ass, he walked
away. Much to my relief, I heard
the cane hit the floor. That thing
really fucking hurt, but he was right. I’m glad it’s over.
Chapter 10
Gunner
She just passed my second test with flying colors. I knew this girl was strong. She just needs to get her mojo back. In the next part of
level two, she would learn about predicament bondage. She
won’t experience much pain unless she inflicts it upon herself.
I walked up behind her and reached around
her, cupping her breasts. “Are you
ready for some intense pleasure?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied sweetly.
She was obviously a fast learner. I reached up and released the bondage
bar that bound her wrists. Grabbing
hold of it, I used it to lead her to the next station.
“All you have to do is hop up on the table
and lie on your back,” I instructed while helping her maneuver with the bar
still attached to her wrists.
“Now what are we doing?” she asked as she
struggled into position.
“I’m going to teach you about predicament
bondage. Have you ever heard of
it?”
“No. It sounds bad,” she replied with a cute little pout crossing her lips.
“Actually, you are in control. So I think you will like it.”
“I’m in control?”
“Yes, give me a second and I’ll show you how
it works.”
Once she was flat on her back, I raised the bar
so that her arms were extended above her. Then I took each foot and cuffed them to the ends of the bar as
well. Both her arms and legs were
hanging from the bar, but her back and head were still resting on the table for
the moment.
“Is this my predicament?” she asked,
squirming to