Marie raised her thin, rattan cane and then brought it down gently on Sylvia’s upturned bottom.
Sylvia shuddered when the slender wooden implement met her bottom cheeks. She still had no idea how Marie had talked her into this. They’d played at spanking before in their relationship. Over the months that they’d known one another, the pair had found that simple swats to the bare bottom had excited Sylvia. When Marie discovered this, she was like a child with a new toy.
The swats went from bare-handed, playful slaps to earnest spankings with an old ping-pong paddle. Then, Marie had experimented with a hairbrush, bringing the flat side down on Sylvia’s bottom in meaty smacks.
Sylvia’s response to those punishing blows had surprised them both. Instead of clenching her buttocks and trying to squirm away, Sylvia had pushed her ass higher, meeting each impact and squealing with pain and delight.
Marie moved on to a tawse and then a flogger. She even tried a leather belt. Through her tears, Sylvia had screamed her pleasure every time an impact met her flesh.
And now, Sylvia was ready for the next step. Marie purchased the cane. They were easy to find and easily ordered from a lovely shop in the UK.
In preparation for the new toy, Sylvia stripped and folded herself compliantly over a straight-backed chair. Her bottom was high in the air, and she quivered in anticipation and fear.
“Are you ready?”
Sylvia grasped the seat of the chair tightly. She rose up on her toes and presented her bottom cheeks as the perfect target. Taking in a huge breath, she hissed: “Yes.”