The Sweet Suffering

Betty Solace is on her knees and begging. That soft little voice, those pouty lips—she wants to earn her bruises. She’s been aching for it, thinking about your hands and your cock all week. Now she gets what she asked for. Wrists bound tight, body on display. The cane lands hard and clean, leaving fresh welts across her thighs. Clothespins bite down on her nipples, stretching every time she flinches. A thick dildo stretches her open while the next strike comes down. She takes it all—each sting, each crack, every inch forced inside her. She asked for this. She’s going to take it until you’re done.