When James flipped her skirt up over her hips, she shuddered again. And when he swiftly lowered her panties, she was afraid she might collapse to the floor her legs were so weak with fear.
“I’d suggest you keep quiet if you want this session to remain between you and me,” James added, just before he made the first astonishing cut across her ass. As was typical the severity of the cut knocked her off balance. But regaining her footing, she steadied herself and James followed the first cut with another six. These were not as difficult to manage, though each one left her breathless, squirming, and on the verge of breaking into a nasty bellow. Pausing, he gave her time to recoup before he reared back again with the three-foot cane and seared her ass and the tops of her thighs. An even dozen.
