The Caning – Illustrated Fetish Story by Simone Francis

The first thwack lands and he marvels at the way her buttocks respond. A ripple of flesh speeds out from where the strap touches her. It is like dropping a stone into a pool of oil. She does not flinch or cry out. She knows the rules just as he does. He brings his arm back and the strop whispers through the air again, landing harder this time.