She wondered what would come next. She was still fully clothed barring her shoes. How would he continue the experience? The silence continued. She could hear nothing but her breathing.
Suddenly his voice was in front of her. “Your elbows are too close. Open them wider. Stick your chest out so that your tits are higher up. Keep your head up and spread your legs. Close your eyes.”
She complied feeling exposed and vulnerable. The feeling caused her to become wetter. She felt herself running down her thighs. Her suspenders were caressing the outside of her thighs as she moved. The breath of fresh air up her legs reminded her of the longing her cunt was going through. She knew that if she came without his permission she would be wholly punished and the quiet sense of foreboding stopped her in her tracks.
Her breathing was heavier and he knew that she was being submissive in the extreme.
He placed the light beneath her focussed upward to catch her cunt and turned it on. She had never experienced this and wondered what he was doing. She felt his hands on her blouse buttons and took a sharp intake of breath. The caresses ran through her like electricity. Her blouse opened to the top he slipped his hands around her and undid the bra. As it slipped over her tits in front he leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. She responded with hunger.
“Who gave you permission to respond to my kiss?” resounded the voice. She was silent in reply.
“I will have to punish you for your presumption”. She felt his fingers tighten around her nipples and twist them until they hurt. She winced but said nothing. The shot of pain was delightful.
“Move behind the chair, lift your skirt, spread your legs and lean forward over the back of the chair with your waist over the support of the back. Put your head down as low as it will go. You will be punished now. No unauthorised sound is to escape your lips or I will increase the punishment. Do not move your hips. Do not try to avoid the punishment in any way.”
She felt the sting of the tears in her eyes. They were tears of fear and longing. She felt naughty and that she deserved whatever was to come.
As she put herself into position the light went out and was moved below her from behind. She knew it would highlight her exposed arse and cunt. She was on display.
He moved slowly knowing that the anticipation and trepidation would make the punishment more effective.
He opened the door of the cupboard and surveyed the various tools he had within. He lovingly ran his hands across the canes and whips trying to decide on the one he would use. Only one today. Only 9 strokes. He would divide them into three’s. He would use his slipper to warm her up. 9 warm up strokes. Also divided into threes.
He turned and watched her bent over the chair. Expectant, fearful and anticipatory.
He knew the small breaks in silence were fuelling her imagination and her desire. Not knowing what would come next was fuelling her trepidation.
He moved stealthily back toward her. Her hair and the dimness would obscure her vision although she would be staring hard to see what she could to her sides.
He placed the cane next to the chair where she would just be able to see it. He heard her whimper in fear at the sight.
She wondered how many she would receive and how they would be administered. His punishments in the past had been severe but delightful.
She felt his hands moving her skirt higher to ensure maximum exposure. She felt him pin the material back so that it would not descend at any time thereby giving relief and protection. It took all her willpower not to roll her hips or moan. She bit her lip and felt her tears dry on her cheeks.
His own desire was reaching breaking point. His erection strained against the material of his pants. Seeing her exposed cunt and arse left him with the extreme desire to slip it out and into her. He resisted. It would be all the better for waiting.
