47 - The Art of Cruelty

While Anne rummaged in the bedroom, Alex and I lightly kissed and touched in the living room. We sat on the floor, shoulder to shoulder, our mouths playing with each other´s tongues tenderly, until Anne returned with a slender cane made of bamboo.


“Is this all right,” she asked.


Alex nodded with a smile, and moved her body forward onto her hands and knees. Anne stood with authority, tapping the end of the cane into one of her open palms. I adjusted Alex´s underwear so it was more slender, almost like a thong, making more of her skin available, vulnerable, and exposed, before g