Sophia stood quietly with her head down and watched as Mistress Alice moved the equipment. Sophia’s heart pounded her Mistress pulled the padded bar under the light and then moved it slightly several times.
Mistress Alice turned to her pet. “Stand on it now,” she said.
Sophia moved forward and did as she was told. She stepped up onto the little platform and rested her elbows on the bar.
Mistress Alice stood behind her, moving Sophia into position. “Grip the bar firmly,” the Mistress said, as she pulled Sophia’s skirt up and tucked it into the girl’s belt.
“Perfect,” Mistress Alice said, as she stepped back and admired her pet.
Sophia barely heard her Mistrees. Her mind was already beginning to drift in anticipation of what was about to happen.
Mistress Alice laid out several canes on the table. Sophia peeked over her shoulder to watch without moving from where she had been instructed to stand. She watched her Mistress as whe picked up each cane one at a time and laid them in order on the table – from thinnest to thickest. It was the Mistress’s ritual: take a cane from the cabinet; slash the air a few times to test its strength and whippiness; and then lay it on the table in order of its use. When she was finished, there were five canes of various lengths and thickness lined up – waiting.
Sophia’s panties were getting wet.
As if she knew what was happening, Mistress Alice turned her attentions to Sophia, and slid her girlfriend’s panties down to her ankles. Mistress Alice stepped back and smiled. Sophia had such a beautiful ass. With her skirt tucked up and her thigh high stockings, her bare bottom was framed perfectly.
Mistress Alice stroked her girlfriend’s bare skin and whispered to her. “Are you ready my pet? This is going to hurt.”
Sophia shivered. “Yes, Ma’am,” she mumbled.
Her Mistress caressed Sophia’s unprotected bottom. “Shall we put clothespins on the welts when we are finished, my pet?”
Sophia giggled in spite of herself.
And then, Mistress Alice picked up the first cane, swished it though the air a few times for her to hear. Sophia closed her eyes.
“Breathe,” Mistress Alice said.
Sophia took a breath, and in the next moment, the cane sliced through the air and exploded against her skin.
Sophia let the pain swirl through her body, and it traveled in waves causing her to rise to her tiptoes. She did not let go of the bar or move from her position. She did not make a sound.
Mistress Alice touched the bright red welt rising on Sophia’s tender flesh with the tips of her fingers. She brushed her fingers against her lips, smiled, and once more raised the cane.