The First Lash Descends . . .

The first lash descends and she cries out in pain
Her punishment starts, this is surely insane?
The sight in the mirror reflects so her plight
Bound over the chair, there is no chance of flight

Dressed only in leather, a corset of black
Laced tightly from neck down the length of her back
Highlighting the globes of her shimmering arse
Ready to receive feelings she will amass

Long legs spread apart nothing hiding her sex
To each chair leg are bound with no room for to flex
Naked breasts, nipples hard, silver clamps gripping tight
The silver chain flashing in the gloomy light

Her ordeal begins, she expected as much
The feel of the leather, so soft to the touch
Compared with the sting of the cane on her skin
Grim anticipation, sensations of sin

As each stroke connects so the pain ripples out
She strains at her bonds, but they hold her so stout
Her face in a grimace, eyes closed, sheds a tear
How much more can she take, this attack on her rear

As the caning continues, the sensations change
Her body aroused and her mind re-arranged
The fire tween her legs, her body now all a-glow
Stirrings of a climax, as her cunt juices flow

Then a hand at her sex, fingers enter with ease
Both her holes are invaded, the meaning to tease
While the pain of the strokes fill her body with lust
She is near to the end, for to climax she must

With a scream of pure joy her emotions explode
The orgasm she feels from her head to her toes
The pumping fingers, they are coated in cum
As the final stroke lands on her hot, reddened bum

As her climax recedes, the fingers are removed
And replaced by a prick, this new act is approved
With a cry of desire she is entered at last
Her tormentor, her lover, will fuck her and fast!

As a second volcano erupts in her cunt
Her lover and master explodes with a grunt
His semen washes through her cavern so deep
She's untied, they embrace, till next time she can sleep!