My knees tremble a little as I settle into place across the desk. I stretch my arms out, grasp the edge of the table and rest my head on them. I hear the cane swish through the air, a warmup for his arm. He flips my skirt up, baring my buttocks. The anticipation is wonderful.
He manages to land the fourth stroke directly on the site of the third one. The pain is exquisite, but I’m damper with each stroke.
After the sixth stroke lands, as he takes me hard and firmly over the desk, I feel so, so alive.
