Coral built it up all right. She took each whip in turn, sliding it across my buttocks once just so I got the feel of its surface, then she hit me quickly, lightly—then she spiked it. She reached under me and pinched my clit between her fingers. That felt so good I pulled at my bonds as hard as I could. “You’re teasing me!” I cried.

Of course she had to laugh. My ass was red now. The crop she used was a far cry from the horse feathers. It burned like a match. Below the waist, I felt like another body was taking over. When she reached for my cunt and pressed her knuckles inside me, I groaned and let her give me the hardest strokes. Her fucking me was the only thing that made it bearable.

I had to ask for a break. My tears were constant now, but my mind felt clear. “Coral, how am I supposed to take this pain? It’s so intense. I don’t know where to go with it.”

She pushed my hair out of my face and helped me blow my nose. “Well, there are lots of ways to think about it. When I get hit, I like to think about deserving it, needing to be punished.”

“I can’t do that!” I choked. “I was just thinking the very opposite…all I can think of is that I don’t deserve this. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Well, you can do it for Honey Lee. I know that’s what she’d like.”

“Yes, that’s what O would do, but I’m too selfish for that.”

“You can be selfish as well. A lot of people like to take the pain and connect the intensity to their clit or their nipples.”

“Maybe. When you stroke my clit and fuck me, I appreciate the whip a little, because my cunt sucks the sensation right up.”

My break was over. That cane, the five-foot bamboo cane, was still standing in the corner. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to erotically connect any part of my body to that.

Coral traced her fingers over a little star of a welt on my left bottom cheek. It did indeed throb. She picked up her cane and drew its length through the crack of my ass. It was so hard and spiny. Then she cut it through the air like a thunderclap. When it snapped on my ass, my legs turned to Jell-O and for the first time, I screamed. I screamed so loud I scared myself. It came down again and my heart flew out of my mouth.

“Coral, please, please, I can’t do it, please, Jesus, I can’t.”

Maybe that’s what I said, I don’t know. All I remember is begging Coral to stop. She complied instantly.