I’m continuing with with more from the upcoming full-length D/s novel “The Change”.
Kiehl is watching, shocked, as his friend Tom demonstrates his caning technique … on his own wife.
Yes, Kiehl knows this is wrong. But if loving this is wrong, Kiehl doesn’t want to be right… (+100 pts for anyone who can name the 80’s Eddie Murphy comedy that’s paraphrased from)
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The cane tapped again, lower this time, across the tender junction of thigh and buttock. Sharon jerked as the rattan snapped in once more.
“Felt that one,” Tom murmured. “Stay still now.”
Sharon froze as the third stroke landed, harder this time, lacing a rapidly pinkening line of hurt between the first two. The earlier strokes had left swollen tramlines, no doubt throbbing and painful, crossing the breadth of Sharon’s round bottom.
Kiehl was amazed that such a slight instrument, wielded so lightly, was capable of causing such a reaction in the prostrate woman.
The next stroke was laid across the upper thighs, and Sharon cried out, her voice jarringly loud in the quiet room. Tom lowered the cane and fingered the weals, running a fingertip along the most swollen tramline. “Very nice. You should feel these for a few days, dear.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sharon said, voice quavering.
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I hope you liked this week’s installment! Wow, this week’s was … rather mean. To the shock of absolutely nobody, I wasn’t quite able to keep it at eight lines.
Before you go, please take some time to visit the other stops in this week’s hop. More hotness just waiting to be perused. Enjoy!
More to come next week:)