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“Two! Thank you,Monsieur,” I cried, tears already gathering in my eyes.
Pierre placed the third stroke with surgical precision, laying it exactly where my bottom met my thighs—that sensitive crease that made me howl with pain. My tears flowed freely now, dripping onto the leather beneath my face.
“Three! Thank you,Monsieur,” I sobbed, my voice breaking.
The fourth and fifth strokes came in quick succession, crossing the earlier welts and intensifying the burning pain until I thought I might pass out. I counted them through my tears, my body shaking with the effort of maintaining position.
Before the final stroke, Pierre paused. I felt his hand return to my bottom, gently caressing the welts he had made.
“Aimee,” I heard him say. “Would you please helpMademoiselleoff with her clothes? I wish to finish her punishment with her naked before us. That will make it easier to enjoy her afterward, of course, as well.”
“Of course,Monsieur,”MadameDubois replied, stepping forward with that same professional efficiency I had already come to know so well.
I felt her hands at the pins holding my dress, removing them one by one until the fabric fell back into place. Then she helped me to stand on trembling legs, my panties still around my thighs, making it difficult to balance in the high heels. The pain from the five cane strokes blazed across my bottom, making me wince as I straightened.
“Arms up, please,”MadameDubois instructed softly.
I complied, raising my arms like a child being undressed for bed. She lifted the blue dress over my head, folding it carefully before placing it on a nearby chair. I stood trembling in the black lingerie. The basque pushed my breasts up and forward, presenting them to Pierre’s hungry gaze, while my panties remained caught around my thighs, framing my most intimate places.
“The rest as well,” Pierre directed, his voice thick with desire.
MadameDubois worked methodically, unfastening the suspenders from my stockings, then helping me step out of the panties. Her skilled fingers worked the hooks on the basque until the constricting garment fell away, leaving my upper body bare. Finally, she guided me out of the heels, then rolled the stockings down my legs one at a time, leaving me completely naked.
“Beautiful,” Pierre murmured, his eyes traveling over my nude form with undisguised appreciation. “Return to the whipping block for your final stroke.”
My legs felt like jelly as I moved back to the leather bench, positioning myself as before—knees spread, back arched, bottom raised to receive the final stroke of the cane. The leather felt warm against my bare breasts.
I heard Pierre move into position behind me, the soft whisper of his clothing the only sound in the room. The anticipation was almost worse than the pain itself—knowing what was coming, unable to do anything but wait for it.
“This final stroke,” Pierre said, his voice carrying easily in the quiet library, “is to remind you that your body belongs to me completely. Your pleasure, your pain, your shame—all are mine to control.”
The cane whistled through the air one last time, landing with devastating precision across the center of my bottom, crossing the previous welts. I screamed, the pain so intense that for a moment my vision blurred.
“Six!” I sobbed when I could speak again. “Thank you,Monsieur. Thank you for teaching me my place.”
The words poured from me without conscious thought, an instinctive acknowledgment of my submission. The pain had stripped away my pretenses, leaving only the raw truth of my need to surrender.
CHAPTER 29
Pierre
As I’d experienced so often with Audrey before, my sheer attraction to her made it very difficult to take my time. The desire simply to fuck her, to complete her lesson immediately with the act of sexual dominance we both so obviously needed, felt almost overwhelming. My cock had been rock hard from the moment I’d seen my sweet, naughty girl take in the imposing sight of the whipping block awaiting her, and Audrey’s helpless arousal had become more than evident in the glistening wetness I could see had readied the coral lips of her tight little pussy.
I knew, though, that I had to take my time, both for her and for me. If I wanted to build our love on the firm footing I believed, with all my heart, it deserved, I needed to ensure I let this lesson breathe. Audrey had to have the chance to experience all the delicious shame such a crucial event could provide, as well as all the exquisite pleasure.
“Etienne,” I said, in a companionable voice, “come have a look at this adorable little cunt.”
A soft, obviously involuntary noise of humiliation and arousal came from Audrey. Etienne stepped forward, his professional demeanor never wavering as he approached the whipping block where the girl lay so completely exposed. I watched as he studied her with the critical eye of a connoisseur, noting how my sweet girl’s body shivered under his gaze.
“Magnifique,” Etienne said, his voice appreciative but measured. “Very tight,Monsieur. Almost as ifMademoisellehas only recently begun to be used properly.”
I smiled at his astute observation, placing my hand on Audrey’s lower back to steady her as she quivered with shame. “Indeed. I deflowered this cunt only a few days ago.”
Audrey sobbed at this revelation, her face pressed against the leather of the whipping block. The sound carried notes of both mortification and unmistakable need—the perfect mixture for a submissive coming to terms with her nature.
“The cane welts are quite pretty,” Etienne commented, studying the raised red lines crossing Audrey’s bottom. “Very precise placement. You’ve lost none of your skill,Monsieur.”
“Thank you, Etienne,” I replied, genuinely pleased by his approval. “I find a careful hand produces the most effective results.”
