Mara feels the cane
“You know why you’re here,” he said sternly.
“I suppose you’re supposed to cut me with the stick,” Mara said.
"Mastercane," he turned and grabbed a long, thin cane from the rack on the wall. It was hard rattan, as thin as the girl, but nearly a full meter of an extraordinary whip.
Undress, Mastercane commanded. The white panties were the size of a handkerchief, a tiny triangle of fabric nestled between mounds of round, pale flesh. . He stared in disbelief at the creamy white buttocks, the distinct separation between them.
. He simply couldn't believe the wonder of that round ass that mooned before him. The girl was thin, but her ass was ridiculously nice. It was round and tight and absolutely made for the cane. He couldn't wait to see the pale flesh streaked with thin red calluses. Mastercane put it in a little harder, an inch below the previous cut. It cut hard and deep, right across the crowns of both buttocks. The girl reacted from new, swaying and hissing. Twin red stripes danced and twisted.
The third stroke had her writhing under the thin, whipping rod
The last three had all been low, right at the base of her ass. Mara grunted and moaned. She didn’t move that much, even as Mastercane thrust the cane in with increasing force. He made sure the last stroke was the hardest and most memorable, just above the girl’s thin thighs. By then, she was stretched so far over the back of the port that he was practically pounding beneath her, lifting the thin rod into the juicy ball of flesh.
“Stay where you are and think about what brought you here,” he said sternly. “No rubbing.”
Mara listened, writhing a little. Although she wasn't crying, her eyes were moist and she was chewing her lower lip. After a few minutes of silence, she muttered, "That's a stinging stick that cuts through flesh."
Matercane is a big fan of the rod. Mara is whipped from a young age and always on her bare bottom.
With tears in her eyes, Mara looked forward to a future full of discipline, all for her own good.
“I suppose you’re supposed to cut me with the stick,” Mara said.
"Mastercane," he turned and grabbed a long, thin cane from the rack on the wall. It was hard rattan, as thin as the girl, but nearly a full meter of an extraordinary whip.
Undress, Mastercane commanded. The white panties were the size of a handkerchief, a tiny triangle of fabric nestled between mounds of round, pale flesh. . He stared in disbelief at the creamy white buttocks, the distinct separation between them.
. He simply couldn't believe the wonder of that round ass that mooned before him. The girl was thin, but her ass was ridiculously nice. It was round and tight and absolutely made for the cane. He couldn't wait to see the pale flesh streaked with thin red calluses. Mastercane put it in a little harder, an inch below the previous cut. It cut hard and deep, right across the crowns of both buttocks. The girl reacted from new, swaying and hissing. Twin red stripes danced and twisted.
The third stroke had her writhing under the thin, whipping rod
The last three had all been low, right at the base of her ass. Mara grunted and moaned. She didn’t move that much, even as Mastercane thrust the cane in with increasing force. He made sure the last stroke was the hardest and most memorable, just above the girl’s thin thighs. By then, she was stretched so far over the back of the port that he was practically pounding beneath her, lifting the thin rod into the juicy ball of flesh.
“Stay where you are and think about what brought you here,” he said sternly. “No rubbing.”
Mara listened, writhing a little. Although she wasn't crying, her eyes were moist and she was chewing her lower lip. After a few minutes of silence, she muttered, "That's a stinging stick that cuts through flesh."
Matercane is a big fan of the rod. Mara is whipped from a young age and always on her bare bottom.
With tears in her eyes, Mara looked forward to a future full of discipline, all for her own good.
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