The Training of Jessie Cox, Day Two

Jessie Cox smirks until the cane wipes it away. She’s in the basement, wrists bound overhead, ass bare and waiting. The Trainer starts slow with the crop, then moves to the cane. Each strike lands clean across her skin. Jessie sucks in air but stays in position, knees shaking, hips pushed back for more. The cane raises welts fast. She breathes through the sting and answers every question about what she can take. When the crop lands across her thighs, she moans, but the sound stays low and steady. He pulls her up by the hair, makes her recite the rules again. She gets them right even while sweat runs down her back. He keeps her there, beating a rhythm on her ass and thighs until she admits she wants it harder. Jessie stays wet the whole time. Her body answers the punishment the way a good slut should—open, obedient, dripping. Day Two ends with her still upright, still filthy, still begging with her eyes.