Paige

Paige gets the hard bondage treatment. They strap a ball gag between her teeth until her jaw aches, the leather biting in. Blonde hair sticks to her face. She is already naked, wrists pulled tight behind her back, elbows almost touching. They rope her ankles to a spreader bar so her thighs stay open and trembling. The first cane stroke lands across the backs of her legs, sharp and sudden. She jerks, but the ropes hold. Another stripe, then another, each one harder than the last until red welts rise and her muffled cries fill the room. Sweat rolls down her spine. They keep going until she is shaking, drool sliding around the gag, every muscle locked in the ropes. She is not going anywhere.