DragonLily and Alicia Alighatti

Alicia’s only twenty-one and she’s never had the cane before. DragonLily sets her down on the bench, ties her wrists behind her back, and gags her with a red ball that forces her jaw open. One strap across the small of her back and the girl can’t even squirm. DragonLily slides a lubed finger between her cheeks, works it in, then replaces it with the head of a thick plug. Alicia’s eyes go wide; her first real stretch and she’s already panting through the gag. When the cane lands, it cracks high and clean across both cheeks. She jerks, grunts, and the plug sinks deeper on reflex. DragonLily gives her three more strokes—fast, mean—then drops the rattan and reaches under to pinch her clit. Alicia comes hard, thighs shaking, spit sliding down her chin. DragonLily doesn’t give her time to breathe; she swaps the plug for her gloved fingers, pushes two knuckles past the ring, and keeps the rhythm cruel and steady until Alicia’s second orgasm rips through her. Every moan is muffled, every flinch answered with another slap or another twist of fingers. By the end Alicia’s drooling, ass red, hole twitching around nothing, eyes glassy with the shock of it all.