Caned Citizen: Ten, David Lawrence

Ten hangs upside down, legs spread wide. Bamboo whistles through the air and cracks across her ass in a steady rhythm. She counts each strike under her breath, skin burning hotter with every blow. The cane leaves perfect stripes, pink to red, welted lines rising fast. Sweat rolls down her spine and drips onto the floor. A collar digs into her neck, holding her head steady, while her wrists and ankles are cinched tight in leather cuffs and rope. An ass hook is already buried deep, attached to the suspension rig, tugging with every twitch of her hips. Each fresh strike pushes her forward, the hook shifting inside, and her pussy keeps dripping, slick shining down her belly and over her breasts. The Master sees how wet she is. He lowers the cane, presses two fingers inside her, curls them hard. Ten gasps, counting turns to moaning, the cane now resting against her thigh while his hand fucks her relentlessly, pleasure matching the sting in every way.