Page 19 of Doctoring Dolly

“You know the basics, that’s for sure. Now let’s see how you feel about some of my favorite toys,” Quincy said, sounding like a very pleased teacher who was impressed with his student’s progress.

“Which toys?” she whispered, not sure she should be questioning him, but they were in the Dungeon alone, and she wasn’t positive the bartender would come running if she screamed for help.

He did not answer for a moment, and when he did, he had moved to stand just to the left behind her. “First up is the flogger. I’ve chosen one with softer, more flexible tails. But first, I’m going to unhook your bra so you get the full effect on your back.”

A moment later, her bra loosened and he tucked the strap around in front of her. As he did, he took a moment to cup and massage her breasts for a quick few seconds.

He kissed the top of her left shoulder before he murmured, “Just relax. You’re going to love this.”

A moment later, a number of strands landed against her right upper back to the middle left. She sucked a breath, but relaxed when there was no pain, only a soft stroking feeling. After a few seconds, the feeling repeated from high left to middle right. Quincy slowly worked his way down her back, taking care around her mid-back where her liver and other organs were located, then continued down to her upper thighs.

“The flogger is used to warm up the skin, wake up the nerves, pull the blood to the surface,” he said, though she was having a hard time paying attention. He continued for a few more minutes, and she felt as if her mind was detaching from her body and floating away.

“How are we doing, pet?”

“Good, Sir. So good.”

“Next up is the cane. This cane is made of bamboo with a wooden handle, but BDSM canes are also made of wood, fiberglass, even metal. The thicker the cane, the more damage it can do if irresponsibly wielded.”

Dolly found herself tensing up as he began bouncing the thick shaft on the top of one shoulder and then the other.

“How does that feel?”

She had to swallow and concentrate before she said, “It feels like a massage.”

When he reached her ass, the strokes landed harder before he said, “I’m going to lower your panties so nothing will hinder the full impact of this lesson, understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she managed, the thought of what was coming doing all sorts of things to her mind as well as her body. She braced as her panties were tugged down to rest just beneath the curve of her buttocks before she felt him step away.

“I’m going to do two punishment strokes to show that the cane can cause pain as well as pleasure.”

With that much warning, the cane fell straight across her ass. It took a moment for the fire to ignite along the line of fall. A few seconds later, the second stroke landed two inches below the first.

“Owwie,” she squealed as the second line of fire lit up.

She fought the urge to scream melon as the pain on the skin ebbed but seemed to sink into her ass. When warm hands began to massage the globes, the pain eased, and seemed to flow right into her pussy, which by this point was wide awake and demanding to be filled.

“There’s one more toy I want you to experience and then we’ll move on to more erotic play. Yes, or no?”

It took her a moment before she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

That earned her two kisses on the cheek. “Such a good girl you are, pet.”

“This is the paddle. I only use it for punishment, and so you will only feel two spanks, one on each cheek,” he said as he rubbed something cool and flat against one ass cheek and then the other.

Dolly took a deep breath in but tried to remain relaxed. She knew from her limited experience that paddles hurt worse if muscles were tensed.

The two strokes smarted, leaving round areas of warmth on each cheek, but the tears that had filled her eyes with the cane did not fall. The floaty feeling returned, and with a sigh, she relaxed, leaning her weight fully against the cross with trust that it would hold her up.

Quincy smiled as Dolly seemed to melt into the St. Andrew’s cross. Though he had a strong suspicion that she was not a masochist, she did not seem to mind a nip of pain with her pleasure.

Laying the paddle aside, he stepped up behind her. “How are you doing, pet?”

“Green, Sir,” she said.

He was not surprised to hear her words were slightly slurred. It had not taken much to send her into subspace. That could be good or bad, but they would discuss that at a later time.

“Spread your legs wider, pet,” he said, stroking his hands down and then back up the sides of her torso. He slowly worked his way around to the front of her body, his touch moving from the base of her breasts to her lower belly.

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