Mila lived with Vivienne for months without admitting it. The flatmate who wore that uniform home and never took off the attitude. Mila wanted the cane from her. She asked. Vivienne said fifty strokes and no less if she wanted real discipline. Mila got trussed up in rope, one leg lifted, hair knotted tight to the suspension, arms bound forward so she could only balance on the free foot and take what came. Vivienne started with the thick prison cane. Every stroke landed heavy and exact. Mila yelped. Vivienne paused, ran a finger along a fresh line and asked what it felt like. Mila grinned through the burn and said stingy. Vivienne pulled out two more canes. The thin one bit deeper. The synthetic one drove straight through and brought tears. She switched between them, pausing after every stroke to check how wet Mila had become. Each time her fingers came away slick. At fifty Mila thought it was over. Vivienne gave her two extra and laughed when she gasped. She asked if Mila could take more. Mila nodded. They kept going until the count hit seventy-five. Red welts covered Mila’s ass. Vivienne lifted her skirt so Mila could see and smell how soaked she was. She said maybe Mila should be her personal slave and do this again. Mila answered yes.
Mila lived with Vivienne for months without admitting it. The flatmate who wore that uniform home and never took off the attitude. Mila wanted the cane from her. She asked. Vivienne said fifty strokes and no less if she wanted real discipline. Mila got trussed up in rope, one leg lifted, hair knotted tight to the suspension, arms bound forward so she could only balance on the free foot and take what came. Vivienne started with the thick prison cane. Every stroke landed heavy and exact. Mila yelped. Vivienne paused, ran a finger along a fresh line and asked what it felt like. Mila grinned through the burn and said stingy. Vivienne pulled out two more canes. The thin one bit deeper. The synthetic one drove straight through and brought tears. She switched between them, pausing after every stroke to check how wet Mila had become. Each time her fingers came away slick. At fifty Mila thought it was over. Vivienne gave her two extra and laughed when she gasped. She asked if Mila could take more. Mila nodded. They kept going until the count hit seventy-five. Red welts covered Mila’s ass. Vivienne lifted her skirt so Mila could see and smell how soaked she was. She said maybe Mila should be her personal slave and do this again. Mila answered yes.
