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I hated that he was right. I hated that I wanted to learn that lesson, even if it was going to be painful. Maybe especially because it was. I bit my lip, waiting.
He took a step back and pressed the cane against my backside, tapping it lightly as he lined the dreaded thing up exactly where he wanted it. After that, he pulled back the piece of wood and I tried to prepare myself for what was to come, but nothing could have readied me for the sheer line of fire that burnt across my ass the moment the cane connected with my sore flesh. I cried out, my voice reaching a fever pitch, and the blaze burned even hotter. As the seconds passed, the pain swelled to an intense agony and there was nothing I could do to keep it at bay. It was terrible and all consuming, taking my entire focus and centering it on that very first strike of the cane. I could feel the welt rising on my bottom and a second cane stroke fell.
I could feel every last one as it branded my skin. Cain was merciless as he punished me, marking my bottom with one welt after another. He started at the upper crest of my backside, welting downward until he reached the lower curve of my bottom. I begged and pleaded through every last stroke. There was nothing I could do to avoid any single one of them. His bonds were tight and strong, and even though he’d turned me into a monster and given me that strength, I couldn’t break them.
He held the cane against the backs of my upper thighs, and I struggled to calm my cries. I sniffled, but my sobs continued.
I was beginning to break. I could feel it happening. He had said he was going to break me, and I knew now that he would. My legs trembled as my tears fell, dripping down my cheeks onto the ground far below. There were people in the streets watching the whole thing. Shame rattled through me as I met their eyes and that’s when I realized that even as I lay over the railing sobbing from the burning cut of the cane, I was wet. It was dripping down my thighs, blatant evidence that somewhere deep inside me, I wanted someone to control me this way. I wanted to be broken.
Cain had decided that he was that man. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was destiny.
Maybe I was meant to be his after all.
He tapped the cane against my thighs several times, reminding me that this wasn’t over. I knew that it was far from it. I swallowed nervously, vaguely aware of the fact that I lifted my bottom as much as I could for him, presenting myself to him in the most vulgar way that I could imagine.
He whipped the tops of my thighs hard.
Brilliant white agony pierced across my flesh and I cried out loudly. Two more times in quick succession, he marked the backs of my thighs, each welt just a little lower than the one before.
“Tell me, little girl, who do you belong to?” he asked.
The cane stilled as he waited for me to answer. I tried to catch my breath and stop my tears, but it was useless. My breaking had begun, and I didn’t know if I could stop it. Mercifully, he reached for me with one hand, massaging my lower back with his fingers as I attempted to pull myself together. Finally, when my sobs had quieted just a little, I opened my mouth and spoke.
“I belong to you, sir,” I whispered, my voice shaking hard.
The cane punished the rest of my thighs. It was ruthless as it painted downward, cruelly marking my sore skin with one welt after another until I was a sobbing mess of tears.
Then the tip of the cane pressed between my bottom and I stilled. I feared that he would punish me there too and I wasn’t wrong. The thin piece of wood
flicked down, and delicious pain blossomed across my bottom hole. Quickly, he punished me there with the cane until it felt like it burned just as much as my thighs and when he was finally through, he pulled away, only to place the cane between my legs so that it parted my folds and rested directly against my little clit.
Real fear arced through me. Just his fingers had been painful. I could hardly imagine what a caning would feel like against my pussy and I desperately didn’t want to find out. I begged and pleaded for mercy. I promised things that would leave me blushing for a long time. I told him I would do anything he wanted.
“Please, sir. Please, don’t. I’ll suck your cock. I’ll never leave your side again. I’m yours, sir, please. I know that now,” I begged, but none of that mattered.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, little girl?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I answered quickly, hoping I would be rewarded for my obedience.
I wasn’t.
“That’s right. You are mine, Ruby, and that means if I decided that you need to be punished, I will do whatever needs to be done to ensure that you learn every bit of that lesson, and I’m not convinced yet you’ve fully grasped the meaning of it. It’s time that you did, little girl,” he threatened boldly, and I started to sob anew.
The cane flicked against my pussy and nothing could have prepared me for the terrible burning agony that having my clit thrashed would feel like. My wet pussy made the sting even more overwhelming and I shook hard as I struggled to take the cruel blow. Cain waited several moments before he repeated the cane stroke and I sobbed as my punishment continued.
“Do I need magic to punish you, Ruby?”
“No, sir,” I answered forlornly.
“Will I need magic to break you, little girl?”
“No, sir,” I whispered fearfully.
“You belong to me, little girl. It’s time that you really learned what that means,” he said darkly, and the cane brushed against my clit once again. My terror compounded as I struggled to accept what seemed inevitable.
It was time for him to fully break me.
I keened even before it struck me again.
