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played with,” Dahlia forced out, her nipples pebbling painfully as her anticipation grew. She felt the long stick rest across the center of her bottom.
    “Have you ever been caned before?”
    “No. Please, do it!” Dahlia begged, wiggling her backend frantically.
    “Why should I? You have done nothing to earn this pleasure, young lady.”
    “You motherfucker!”
    “Let me explain something.” Blake walked around to calmly look into her angry face. “No one has the power to provoke me. I have some personal quirks that I hold to. My personal limits include slapping faces or non-scripted rape, nor will I allow any bloodlettings to occur. While you are here, you will not be stabbing, cutting, or mutilating yourself in any manner. I can give you the pain you need without harm, but that will only happen when I see you earn it. You will be trained to obey as well as to take pride in the work you do. Got it so far?”
    “That is hypocritical, don ’ t you think? You will beat me with a cane but won ’ t slap my face. It makes no sense. Maybe I want my face slapped.”
    “It is a personal choice I have made and one I will not deter from. I don ’ t care how much you like it, you will not receive that from me. As for making sense to you, it does not need to since it is my own boundary.”
    “You know, it is my body and…”
    “You abide by my house rules or you move back in with your father. He has made it clear that you will be penniless if you quit this opportunity. Your choice. Comply and earn pleasure or not.”
    “You are a beast. How do I know you aren ’ t just teasing me?”
    “You don ’ t, which makes it even more enjoyable for me. I am accustomed to dealing with submissives. Men and women who simply want to please their master. You are a hedonist, and, as such, care only about your own needs and desires. I will change that.”
    “You are awfully sure of yourself, Blake Turner. What if I have no desire to change?”
    “You will after you get a taste of my skills with a cane and a whip,” Blake assured her as he resumed his circling around her body. He drew back his arm and, with an angry hiss, slashed the cane across the crowns of her buttocks.
    Dahlia jerked her head up in surprise as the burn cut through her. “That fucking hurts!” she shouted, unable to shimmy out from the hold of the stocks. Blake chuckled, aimed, and sliced a second and third stroke to her sit spots. She screamed, her backend dancing to escape another stroke.
    “Do you want some more?” he asked, running his hand down her back again.
    “No! Not with that horrid thing. Use something else!” Dahlia demanded.
    “Somehow, I am finding it hard to believe you are bothered by this. Let ’ s see the damage,” Blake said, skimming her jeans and panties down to allow him full access to her pale bottom. “ Not even pink. Let’ s see how your skin takes direct contact.”
    “No way! Let me get high first!”
    “There will be no drug or alcohol use in this house. Where did your bravado go, little girl?”
    “Let me gooooo. Please?” Dahlia begged, stunned by the discovery that she had no tolerance to the pain she believed that she desired.
    “Are you finding that fantasy is so much more enjoyable than reality, Dahlia?” Blake began tapping the cane repeatedly against her skin, his wrist relaxed as he drummed the implement against her bottom, thighs, and down to the backs of her knees. Dahlia groaned, projecting her body toward him in demand for more. He chuckled, “You like the cane when I use it like this, don ’ t you? Let ’ s go a bit harder. This technique is called tapping.”
    “More,” she pleaded. “This is amazing…”
    Dahlia expelled another moan as a flurry of tiny, focused bites devoured her flesh in a whirlwind of pleasure. Blake awakened her senses with occasional true blows that she heard before feeling, but he made it impossible to anticipate when one of these would arrive. Dahlia found herself