Free A Condo with Two Views by Al Daltrey Page B

fingers
into her mouth, alongside my cock. Her mouth was like a vacuum
cleaner, happy and willing to suck anything I put in front of
it.
    My hands gripped her head firmly as I
orgasmed, fucking her mouth aggressively as she sucked away at me.
She swallowed every drop like a good girl. With her left hand she
cradled my balls, while she coaxed one last dollop of cum out of my
cock by squeezing my shaft the same way someone squeezes that last
bit of toothpaste out of the tube.
    While I will admit a part of me wanted to
sweep her into my arms and tell her how much I loved her and how
proud I was that she endured the first part of her whipping, I
didn’t want to slip out of Dom mode. I was in heaven and wanted to
keep up the momentum. So with my fingers still entangled in her
hair, I lead her out of the den, and toward our bedroom.
    Once in the bedroom, I pulled her up over
the seating bench that was at the end of our wrought iron bed.
Chloe had been on similar benches during previous sessions. Surely
she knew what was coming. Her ass was my next target. I’d let her
think about that while I casually walked back toward the den to
retrieve the rattan cane that was certain to bring her dreadful
pain and agony.
    On the way back I swatted it against my
hand in an even pace, making sure I did so loudly enough that she
could hear it. *Swat* *Swat* *Swat* Mental torture. So much
fun.
    She arched her lower back, pushing her
butt up into the air the way that models and porn stars do. She was
giving me a perfect target, enhancing the curves of her ass to look
as enticing as possible. For a second, I worried she might be too
far into subspace, and that I was pushing her too far.
    As if reading my mind, she encouraged me:
“Punish my ass with that cane Master. I deserve it.”
    Normally I don’t tolerate such topping from
below, but I understood she wanted to ensure I recognized her total
submission and willingness to continue. I brought the cane down
hard across her ass.
    *CRACK!!!*
    Three more times, with breaks in between,
that cane came crashing down on her ass.
    *CRACK.* *CRACK* *CRACK!!*
    I was expertly spacing each strike about an
inch below the previous, perfectly parallel. The welts were
instantly visible. Vivid red stripes, which began to swell within
seconds of delivery. She would have difficulty sitting for a week
after this session. I was careful not to overlap, for fear of
breaking the skin.
    *CRACK* *SLASH*
    The seventh strike hit the back of her
thighs, and she screamed.
    I then took the cane and laid it to rest
across her back while I went to get a glass of water. On the way to
the kitchen I couldn’t help but notice how hard I was again. The
blowjob had given me temporary relief, but I was ready to go again.
I drank some water myself, but mostly I was here to get some for
Chloe. When I held the glass to her lips, she slurped at it
greedily.
    I picked up the cane from its resting
place on her back, and with my free hand, I rubbed her ass. I was
gentle, but she jumped when my palm made contact with the welts. I
could literally feel them. The skin was raised where the wood had
made impact. The last strike I had delivered across the back of her
thighs was so pronounced, it almost appeared bruise-like. Within a
day it would be bruised, no doubt.
    There were three strikes left.
    “ Turn over,” I said, matter of factly. “I
want to see how well your tummy can tolerate the cane.”
    Without further instruction, she knew the
position I desired. She knelt on the floor backing up into the
bench, and then bent backward arching her back to rest her upper
back on the seat. Chloe was bending like a bow – her stomach
stretched in that inviting way.
    I touched the cane lightly on her skin. I
was about two inches above her navel. I tapped her lightly there,
as if to say ‘Get ready, this is where it’s landing.’ Her breathing
was labored. She was holding her breath, then sucking in air in big
gasps. My poor Chloe was a nervous