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she picked up the thin length of smooth rattan and showed it to her victim. She gave it a couple of experimental strokes through the air. ‘Listen to the sinister swishing noise it makes as it slices through the air,’ she said, ‘and feel its painful sting.’
    And Dee did indeed hear the low swish as the cane was drawn back, and the louder one as it descended, and, oh, how she suffered the sharp sting of its first searing stroke as Isabella brought it down hard across the punished cheeks of her backside.
    ‘Ow!’ she squealed.
    ‘Silence,’ Isabella snapped. ‘Be warned, I shan’t tell you again.’
    The room resounded with the sound of punishment once more, this time the swish and crack of cane against flesh. Isabella caned Dee’s backside with unrelentingly hard, rhythmic strokes until it was criss-crossed with clear stripes and the young slave’s eyes were welling with tears of pain.
    Isabella stopped and stroked the cane gently over Dee’s rear, admiring the well-striped cheeks. She carried on rolling it tantalizingly over her backside and legs before recommencing the beating. This time the swipes of the cane she inflicted on her rear were less frequent but much harsher as she brought her arm right back before striking. Three final, vicious swipes in swift succession left Dee whimpering in agony. Isabella examined with cruel satisfaction the intensely painful red stripes that now covered her backside and thighs.
    ‘On your knees,’ demanded the pitiless dominatrix, ‘That’s right, slave, like that … Kiss the cane … Good … Keep your backside in the air …’ Dee’s rear burned ferociously and her breath was coming in little gasps as she put her lips to the thin, hard rod.
    ‘You’ve been exceptionally wilful and stubborn, Dee,’ Isabella said. ‘But I trust you’ve learnt your lesson now.’
    ‘Yes, mistress,’ she responded meekly, looking up at her ruthless tormentor.
    ‘I hope you’re truly sorry for the disobedience and lack of respect you’ve shown to Master John,’ Isabella continued, leaning down and gripping Dee by the hair so she could look her directly in the eye.
    ‘Yes, mistress. I’m truly sorry.’
    ‘And I really hope I don’t have to see you here again,’ Isabella added, staring at her with a gleam of pure menace in her black eyes.
    ‘Yes, mistress,’ Dee replied softly as she grovelled at Isabella’s feet, her severely punished rear in the air. But what she was actually thinking as she looked up adoringly at Isabella was that she couldn’t wait to see her cruel new mistress again.
    ‘I keep telling you, Dee,’ Isabella rasped, harshly interrupting the slave’s reverie, her eyes now black pools of anger, ‘I know what you’re thinking and, frankly, it simply won’t fucking do.’ With that she lifted the cane high above her head and rained blow after ferocious blow on Dee’s backside.
    ‘Mercy, mistress,’ the distraught slave screamed, as she wept uncontrollably. ‘Permission to come … Please mistress … Oh, permission to come,’ she begged in desperation. Isabella gave consent and Dee was utterly overwhelmed by an orgasm that was long and violent, the most savage climax she had experienced in her entire life.
    Isabella paused for a while before speaking again, waiting for Dee’s earth-shattering orgasm to subside. ‘I don’t think you quite understood me,’ she said calmly, looking down at the thoroughly chastened slave. Dee’s face was stained with tears and she whimpered and shook pitifully at her feet. ‘I really – and I do mean really – don’t ever want to see you here again. Do you understand me now?’
    ‘Yes, mistress.’ Dee looked up at her with her large, brown eyes. Tear-filled and thoroughly remorseful, at long last, they contained not even the smallest, not even the tiniest glimmer of disobedience.
    Isabella glanced out of the window and saw that it had finally stopped raining and the stormy dark clouds had