Later, when I had the courage to look at my bottom in the mirror, I could see the six distinct lines where the cane had struck. The sight of them reminded me of my submissiveness, like badges of my station. They aroused me, and as I caressed them my s****l excitement soared until I orgasmed one more time.
Phillip saw me cumming in the bathroom as I fondled my body. I’m sure it was a triumph for him that even the most severe punishment aroused my s*x, though we never spoke of it.
Phillip remained my lover for two years. Though like lovers brought together in heat, we had little that defined us other than our moments in bed. He played polo, a sport I couldn’t fathom, while I liked dancing and amusement parks and stimulating conversation about any subject in the world. Our differences made
