Jill's Greatest Kink

Jill Kassidy stares up at you in that black dungeon, naked except for the rope biting her wrists behind her back. She wants to take it further, and she’s already soaked just from asking. You work the ball gag between her teeth and buckle it tight. She moans around the rubber, drool already slipping down her chin. You push her forward over the bench, spread her legs, and strap her ankles wide. She can’t close them. She can’t speak. All she can do is wait for the first strike. The cane whistles once and lands sharp across both cheeks. Her body jerks hard in the ropes, a muffled yelp coming out around the gag. You give her another. Then another. Each one burns a clean red line into that perfect ass. She strains against the cuffs, thighs trembling, cunt glistening every time she tries to squeeze her legs together and fails. You pause just long enough for her to catch her breath, then you lay the next stripe lower, right where her thighs meet her ass. She arches, fists clenching behind her back, saliva running freely down her chest. You lean in close, grip her hair, and tell her this is what she begged for. Her only answer is another broken moan through the gag and a fresh rush of wetness between her spread thighs.