Daniel turned toward the girl. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered, her voice breathy and low. Liam saw she was trembling slightly but she stood her ground. He felt a surge of pride that surprised him. Pride implied ownership and he certainly had no claim on the girl.
Daniel stood slightly to the left of her and flexed the cane in the air for a moment, testing its weight and suppleness. Caning was more difficult than whipping or flogging. A cane was lighter than it looked and extremely flexible, more like a whip than a switch when it was wielded. That’s why the proper flick of the wrist was important, to make sure the business end of the cane caught at exactly the right angle.
Daniel drew back his wrist, the cane’s whistle sounding a moment before the rattan met Alex’s tender flesh. She flinched and squealed. He had delivered the first blow perfectly. They both leaned forward, watching as a long, straight white stripe revealed itself across the broadest part of Alex’s small, round bottom. The line of white turned before their eyes to fiery red. Alex was panting hard but she stayed bent over the bar, her fingers clutching it for dear life.
“You took that well,” Daniel cooed in her ear. “Slow your breathing.” He stroked her hair. “I’m going to give you four more strokes. I know you can do this. You’ll be so proud afterward, I promise.” Liam noted his cock was still hard as iron. He stayed quiet as he watched Daniel position himself again just to the left of her as Liam had taught him so the tip of the cane would strike the far buttock at the same time and with the same force as the rest of the cane.
Again a perfect stripe appeared, just above the first one. Alex yelped and shifted, clenching the bar with both hands as she moaned. Daniel glanced back at Liam, his eyes dropping to Liam’s hand, still buried in his pants. He gave a slow smile ripe with sexual innuendo and licked his lips. There was nothing even vaguely submissive in his leering gaze. Clearly the power rush of caning the naked girl was going to his head. Liam would soon knock that insolence out of him, of that he was certain. Meanwhile he simply smiled back, narrowing his eyes at his lover until Daniel looked away.
Three more strikes of the cane were delivered, the lines nearly perfectly parallel, one above the other. Liam marveled at Daniel’s skill. He could not have done it better. He said so and Daniel beamed at him. His cock still raged as did Liam’s. He wanted to take the girl in his own arms, a realization that startled him. Instead, he watched as Daniel did so, gently prying her fingers from the wooden bar and pulling her upright. He held her close for a moment, their naked bodies touching, his hands roaming over her back but avoiding the welted flesh of her ass.
He let her go and stood back. “I’m proud of you,” he said. “We’re both proud of you. Do you want to see?”
Alex at once stood with her back to the mirror and craned around to see her marked ass. The five red welts neatly covered her flesh from thigh to hip. She gasped and touched one of the red lines with a tentative finger. Her expression was a combination of awe, pride and shock. Slowly she turned back to face Daniel.
“How do you feel?” he asked. “Be honest. We need to know.”
Alex looked from him to Liam and then back to Daniel. “I—I’m not sure. I’ve always wanted to be marked like that, but I never had the nerve to let it happen. Is it going to be permanent?”
“No, no,” Daniel laughed reassuringly. “Those will fade in a day or two, possibly longer since your skin is so fair, but by the end of the week you won’t see a thing. At least not from this caning.” He laughed again, an evil curve to his lips. Liam found himself fascinated as he watched Daniel’s dominant side emerging.
Alex looked at once nervous and aroused by Daniel’s comment. Her face was so easy to read, Liam thought, as was Daniel’s. Was his own, he wondered. “My ass stings like a motherfucker.” Alex laughed weakly. “And that damn butt plug is driving me nuts. But,” she paused, blushing prettily as she admitted, “I’m so aroused I can hardly walk. I guess I never realized what a turn-on a caning could be, especially when I haven’t been allowed to come in forever.”
“Forever, huh?” Daniel laughed. “You came last night, you little slut. You would have come this morning too if I hadn’t caught you.”
Alex ducked her head but she was grinning. Warmth toward the girl kindled inside him. Where Daniel was a steady, hot flame of passion in his life, Alex was like a sparkler on the Fourth of July, shimmering with a fascinating energy he wanted to explore further.