The soles of her bare feet are there before him, exposed.
She is still head burrowed in the pillow, wanting to stifle the screams before they begin. She feels tears escaping from her tightly clenched eyes and wonders when she started crying.
It's quiet. She is listening for him, where is he.
Tap, tap, tap. The tip of the cane on the soles of her feet.
"Get up."
She returns herself to 'the position'. On all fours, in the bed. Shaking, crying at the headfuck that she needs this and hates this in equal measure.
Tap, tap, tap. The tip of the cane on her shoulder.
He speaks "You may put your head down."
All these little things. He is really saying 'stifle your screams in the pillows, slut.'. She puts her head down her breasts touching the mattress but her arse very much in the air.
Exposed.
Tap, tap, tap. The tip of the cane on her arse.
She makes some kind of feral noise that isn't speaking or crying but some strange hybrid of the two.
She wants to be brave. She tries to be brave, to stay in position to not drive herself crazy with expectation. Trepidation. Fear. Angst.
Her feet are there, bare, upturned, exposed. Her toes are curled but it is useless to think that there is a way around the pain. There is no escape.
"Count for me, slut"
All these little things. To speak is to interrupt the journey.... But speaking shows how well she is/isn't doing, it's his guage it is a necessary evil and almost as the word enters her mind 'evil' he strikes.
There are a few micro-seconds of nothing. Then searing pain and a head screaming into pillows, rolling across the bed. As quickly as she recovers she returns to 'the position' and speaks "one, thank you, Sir."
Time is the enemy, time is short, the time of your life ? How did she get on this train of thought.... Because right now she is wishing time away, wishing for it to be over and for the journey to be complete. what is he waiting for ? Time gentlemen, please ? She almost laughs in her head at her stupid thought .....almost.
Aàaaaaaarrrrrggghhhhh ! my good God and again she is writhing in pain. She takes longer to recover this time and returns slowly to the position.
Tap, tap, tap. The tip of the cane on her arse.
"Two, thank you, Sir.".
"Now you may suck my cock, slut" |
great start