She carries these back over and sets the cane on the table by my face. Retaining the paddle, she steps back and to one side. Still my c**k throbs hotter than my shamed, already swelling face. Another humiliating craving is about to be belatedly sated, one I’ve lusted for even more despairingly than being put into bondage.
Forget being disciplined, mere suspense suddenly torments me. What’s the delay? Then I realize Valkyrie is hitting her meth pipe, cranking up for an epic dispensing of feminine justice. Surely her inherent sadism and rage will be hideously enhanced by such a potent amphetamine…
“All right, b***h. I may not have all the inspired devices and sophisticated torture apparatus of our ‘black sites’ here. But these will do for now. Your punishment’s just beginning after all.”
