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thought became all but impossible.
    “Damn, Beth.  Those boots.   Fuck .  You look hot.  I want you already.”
       She grabbed him by the tie and drew him close to her.  She dropped the cane, hearing the rattan cane clatter against the ceramic tiles.  With her other, free hand, she enslaved his balls.
    “You’ve got my attention,” he said.
    She’d given him instructions yesterday that he was never again to wear boxers, or any other kind of underpants for that matter.  She couldn’t exactly tell through his trousers, but she suspected he’d followed orders.  “Kiss me hello,” she said.
       He did.  Softly, sensuously.  This was how a man who was in love with a woman kissed.  She returned it, wanting him to know how much this mattered, how much he mattered.
    Jon intensified their kiss.  Her body responded instantly, and her pussy became a molten river of desire.  She straddled his knee, her vulva parting.
    “Ride me,” he encouraged.  “That’s it.  I want to satisfy you.”
    Still holding him prisoner, she humped his leg.  In the throes of her own ecstasy, she knew she was exerting uncomfortable amounts of pressure on him, but she was too far gone.  She’d been waiting all day to come.
       “I got home as soon as I could,” he said.  He cupped her butt cheeks, giving her a little extra support and she ground her crotch against the steely strength of his thigh.  “I couldn’t wait to see you.”
       When she came, hard, she said, “Your trousers will need to go to the dry cleaners.”
       “I’ll see to it.”
       “You do that.  But first, dry my cunt with your mouth.”  Before she released him, she squeezed his nuts.  “I expect, in future, that you’ll come in this door, put down your briefcase, then get on your knees and wait for instructions.”  Her words echoed in the small foyer.  “Am I clear?”
       “Yes,” he said.
       “Repeat what I said.”
       “Every day, I’ll put down my briefcase, then I’ll get on my knees and wait for your instructions.”
       She arched a brow pointedly.  “If you understood so completely, why are you still standing?”  Abruptly, she dropped his testicles and released her grip on his tie.
       He dropped to his knees.
       She spread her legs and he moved closer.  He placed kisses on her ribcage, then moved lower, pausing near her navel, then continuing lower.  He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her steady. 
    Then, sometime, somehow, he seemed to forget that he was supposed to be drying her with his mouth.  Instead, she was getting wetter and wetter.
    She grabbed hold of his head and dug her fingers into his hair.  Oh, he was a master at pleasing her when he was totally into it.  And he was.
    She came again, her pelvis bucking against his face.
    He held her until she rode it out.  Then, like a good submissive, he cleaned her with his mouth, not stopping until her pussy was dry.  “You’re a quick study,” she said approvingly.
    “Trying to avoid that cane.”  He seemed focused on the wicked looking-thing and not her.
    “Rattan,” she said.  Only the best for his naked flesh.
    “Not bamboo?  I thought canes were made of bamboo.”
    “Bamboo is hollow.  I didn’t want something hollow, so I bought you one that’s rattan, a good, solid eight millimetres around, about sixty millimetres long.  It’s the perfect size for a beginner, I’m told.  If you like, we can always get a thinner one along with one that’s thicker.”
    He was mesmerized.  He hadn’t taken his gaze from the rattan.  Jon was definitely not looking at her, which was where his attention should be.  “At this point, there’s no avoiding the cane, you’ll just want to try to avoid further stripes from now on,” she corrected.  “You’re going to be disciplined, Jonathan, just so you’ll remember how you want to behave in future.  Stand and drop your trousers.”
    He blinked but immediately