A Pinch of Pain

He often thought of Heinrich and what the sadistic bastard had done to him--what he had put him through, for no other reason than the German's own pleasure in Kevin's pain--when Kevin administered his own canings of Gail's helpless ass. She would never know the source of Kevin's rage, or suspect that it had a homoerotic origin, but she would endure the effects of his rage all the rest of her days, for, three years ago, she had become his victim, as he himself had once been Heinrich's injured party.

Kevin swooshed the cane, raising and lashing it back and forth several times in front of him, to let Gail hear the instrument's cruel sound as it cut the air, just as, in a moment, it would cut her flesh. She had hung her head, in fear and disgrace, but the impact of the cane would cause her to jerk her head erect--or as erect as she might, restrained as she was--and allow him another sight of her distorted and distressed features as she cried out, her bottom afire and her soul in torment. Each time he raised the cane, each time it smote Gail's buttocks, and each time she screamed, he would remember Heinrich doing the same to him, or Heinrich ordering him to suck his cock, or Heinrich commanding him to take his massive member up his impaled ass.

In rapid succession, his hand and the cane it held a blur, Kevin delivered the third series of strokes to his compliant wife's buttocks, watching with great satisfaction as her quivering, jerking bottom received the strokes that drew red lines across its smooth, but bruised and battered, surface. Her cock rock hard, but still pointed downward, between her sleek thighs, Gail howled, her whole body tensing with the agony she felt in her enflamed ass, the cheeks of which continued to tremble and clench even after the last of the strokes had cut her bottom, forming, almost in an instant, another wicked red welt among the other long ridges. Gail cried, screamed, and whimpered. Her face was smeared with tears and mucus. Her mascara had run in dark streaks, along with her tears, down her red cheeks. She looked a mess, just the way Kevin liked to see her.