Keiko and Kym Wilde

Keiko stands trembling. Kym Wilde runs gloved fingers along the hard edges of a slab of ice until frost stings her knuckles. She pushes the brunette facedown on the bench and threads leather cuffs behind her back. The first strike of the cane draws a high scream, but the second lands lower, right over pale flesh already burning from the freeze. Kym circles the block against the girl’s upturned ass until gooseflesh rises in a shiny map of suffering. Keiko bites her own lip, hips shaking, breath fogging the bench. Every crack of the rattan leaves a red welt that Kym immediately presses back into the ice. The cold shoves needles through muscle while the heat from the blows seems to melt the skin from the inside. Sweat and meltwater drip together between Keiko’s thighs. When the cane finally stops, Kym slides a gloved hand between the cheeks, testing how deep the cold has reached. Keiko pushes back despite herself, desperate for any warmth, but the only answer is a fresh slap that sends the block sliding against her again, sealing the punishment in place.