Page 78 of Brie's Submission
Marquis Gray motioned with his hand. “Come to me, pearl. We will confront your fear of the cane together.”
She gazed into his dark eyes, drawn in by his confidence despite her misgivings. “Yes, Master.”
A genuine smile spread across his face. “I appreciate your trust, pearl. I know you will find this rewarding.”
The bench reminded her of a workout bench in that it was long and thin. The only real difference was that it was taller and had leather cuffs attached.
“I shall undress you, but you must hold this in your mouth while I do.” He placed the thin stick between her teeth. “This is your rattan, pearl. I bought it especially for you. It will be our instrument of pleasure tonight,” he growled in a low, sensual tone.
She clamped down on it as Marquis Gray slowly undressed her, lightly caressing her skin as he did so. The fear mounting inside her only added to the sensual feel of his undressing. “Remember to breathe normally,” he reminded her when he noticed Brie gasping in short, shallow breaths. She nodded and took a deeper breath.
He asked her to bend over and hold on to the bench while he secured her wrists in cuffs. “This is the classic English position. You need to keep your back straight throughout the session,” he said as he repositioned her. “Spread those legs farther. I want your pussy open and visible.” He stepped back and took a long look before returning to her. “You are not allowed to move from this position.”
A shiver traveled through her whole body when Marquis Gray took the rod from her mouth and asked, “Are you ready, pearl?”
She only hesitated for a second. The truth was, she wanted to know how it would feel under Marquis’ expert hand, and if she would be able to take it. “Yes, Master.”
“No matter how tempted you are to move, you must remain still,” he warned her. “Trust me to create the sensations I desire, even if your body initially wants to resist it.”
“I will try, Master.”
“No! You willnotmove,” he insisted.
Properly chastised, she replied, “Yes, Master.”
He leaned over and told her confidently, “When I’ve finished with you tonight, you will know without question whether your fear of the cane was unfounded. Whatever the outcome, I guarantee you will have greater insight into your real desires.”
Brie’s loins tightened in anticipation when he stepped away. She immediately looked at their reflection in the mirror and saw him take a stance behind her with his knees slightly bent. He pulled his arm back for the first swing.
She swallowed hard and inadvertently closed her eyes as she readied herself for the first contact, but it did not come. She took a quick peek and saw that he had turned towards the other girls. “As with flogging, you do not want a novice using you for practice. A Dom must research and practice for many hours before he ever touches another person with a cane.”
Brie wondered if he was playing with her by delaying the first swing. If so, it was wickedly cruel. He caressed her ass with the rod as he continued to speak. “Also, I suggest asking your Dom if he has ever been caned. My personal opinion is that you cannot know the sensations you are creating unless you have experienced them yourself.” He gently rapped her bottom, teasing her with the instrument. “A Dom opposed to such an education exposes his lack of wisdom.”
He continued to caress and tap Brie’s round buttocks as he spoke. “I don’t recommend caning as punishment. It is far too effective as a sexual tool to relegate it to a lowly reprimand implement.” He ran the cane up and down her thighs before striking her on the ass. “Do you see how wet it makes her?”
Brie flushed, embarrassed that her body was giving her away. She didn’t want Mary and Lea to know how excited she was. This wasn’t even something she’d wanted. The idea of caning had always frightened her, and yet here she was, willingly bent over and ready to receive her first session with the cane.
“First, I will warm up your sweet little ass, pearl. This will feel pleasing.” She watched in the mirror as he stroked her with a circular motion. The cane bounced lightly off her buttocks with a soft thud. It was totally pleasant, even relaxing. He alternated it with a gentle rapping. When her skin was pleasantly warm, he asked, “Color?”
“Green, Master.”
He asked the other students, “Why do I warm up before I begin?”
Lea raised her hand. She licked her lips before answering Marquis, clearly turned on by Brie’s imminent caning. “The cane is less likely to do damage if the skin is prepared.”
“Very good.” He turned his attention back on Brie. “Pearl, it is time to increase your pleasure.” He swung the cane and it landed squarely on both buttocks at once. She cried out. The sting was intense and brought tears to her eyes, but quickly dissipated outward from deep within her body.
“Color?”
“Yellow,” she gasped.
“Don’t become rigid, pearl.” He patted her ass cheeks lightly. “Relax and let the cane vibrate through you. Don’t stop it by tensing your muscles and it will feel better.”
Brie turned her head to watch in the mirror. He took another swing, and she witnessed the strike as she felt it. Her ass jiggled alluringly upon impact and she let out another yelp. The sting gripped her groin like a vice and then the heat dissipated through her whole body. This time she moaned afterwards. Although the sting took her breath away, the feeling it created after was delicious.
“Color, pearl.”
“Yell…green.”
