Chapter 7

Seeing her body spread eagle on the St. Andrew Cross with her body all white and only her chest patchy red brought back memories. She looked wonderful and for a moment, I wanted to take her then and there. Not yet. A watched pot never boils. I couldn’t resist the sight of her breasts, which stood out like a lighthouse, and my hands were drawn to them. I didn’t look at her face, just at those unnatural red breasts that proudly stood out, radiating heat. My hands felt them before actually touching them. I opened one bottle.

“Are you hot, would you like some water”, I asked, finally reaching her eyes.

She only nodded.

“These two are on fire and could definitely use some cooling off.”, I said and poured the ice cold water royally over her tits, down her belly, over her legs and cunt to the floor. She shrieked and definitely filled the entire room with her voice this time.

“Oops, too low”, I said and opened the second bottle and hold it gently to her lips. I tilted the bottle so she could drink, but kept it there so she either had to continue drinking or let it run down her mouth. Although she downed the water, the pool of water beneath her was continuously growing in size. After the bottle was empty, I grabbed a towel and dried the floor so nothing bad would happen to our bedroom ceiling below.

I untied her ankle cuffs first and checked if there were no circulation problems. As the cuffs were comfortable, there weren’t. Subsequently, I set free her arms from the raised position, enabling the blood to circulate naturally. With a metal leash attached to her collar, I directed her towards the pillory. I took her posture collar off and replaced it with a simple dog collar. I could adjust the height of the block with the three holes so she could sit on her knees or nearly stand straight, and all positions in between. Carefully, I brought it down and made sure it was firmly secured at her navel height.

“Don’t stand there watching me do all the work, girl. 10 jumping jacks and I want to see those titties move up and down.”

She jumped like an elderly woman ready for a nursing home.

“You can do better than that, girl, and you know it. They are called jumping jacks for a reason. I want to see some air between the floor and your feet. Clap your hands and count them.” It helped. She was jumping higher now, and I stopped working so I could enjoy her modest titties move. When she finished, she was panting slightly.

“Good girl. Well done. Now the rest of you are warmed up a little. We will start warming your butt a bit.”

I was all warm myself now, so I took all my clothes off, throwing it on a heap on the ground. It was the first thing she berated me about after we got married. Like most man I was now housebroken enough to fold my clothes neatly before I went to bed. This childish gesture was a symbolic transfer of power the other way again. Tarzan liked to be freed from its confinement, and the stiff rod jumped from left to right as I walked to my slave girl.

“Bend over, girl. Make sure I don’t hurt you when this thing drops on your neck, even if it slips through my fingers.”

That was enough motivation for her to take her position real quick. Not completely at a right angle, but bending slightly forward, her ass was higher and made a perfect aim for my cane.

“The tit flogging was just fun, little one, and is not a punishment. This rattan cane here is a different cookie and I’m not sure you’ll like the taste of that one. But I want to clarify that I will not tolerate this behaviour in the future. So lesson in five parts. This time I’ll put a gag in your mouth, since I don’t want to damage my hearing.”

I grabbed my boxers and a roll of duct tape. Slowly, I inserted the part that was wet from my pre-cum on her tongue until her mouth seemed stuffed enough. To prevent her from gagging, I decided not to go too deep. The duct tape was tightly wrapped around her head. Oh, she’s got another one wrapped around her head, just for amusement.

“Well, this is your first introduction to this beautiful instrument. I do not know how hard I should hit. Reports have circulated regarding caning sessions where the cane left deep, permanent marks on the flesh.”

“I don’t want you to call me a pussy. Until now, one might think that I would not be capable of delivering you a decent punishment.” I continued tapping the cane softly up and down. Within seconds, goosebumps covered her body. Another first.

“Be grateful that you won’t have to count again, nor have to ask for the next one. Send a little thank you prayer for small mercies. After I caned you properly, I will fuck you as hard as I can. And you can thank ME later that I will fuck your wet pussy instead of your dry ass. OMG, your pussy is really wet! I smelled my wet fingers and put them in my mouth and sucked my fingers noisily. You smell not only good, you taste delicious little one. Too bad this is all about me, otherwise I would have eaten you through several good cums. Ah, well, that’s life.”