A Return to Pain: Part One

Haven’t wanted the sting in years. Not since the last time it broke me open and left me raw. Then An Li walks in. I wanted her marks on me. Ass, tits, all over. She gave me the cane until I shook. Paddle next, each crack loud and mean. She scratched red trails across my chest while I fought to stay still. Every hit brought the old hunger back. She laughed when I begged. Kept going anyway. By the end my skin burned and I finally felt right again. This is only the first half. We weren’t finished yet.