Cane

Crave the intensity of it.

No warm up.

Cane brought down hard and cutting against my bare ass.

Strike my thighs, my tummy, my breasts.

Welt and bruise me.

Tender flesh torn and battered.

Break the skin with the hard strikes.

Feel my passion flare and burst free of me.

Scream in agony.

In sweet blissful pain.

Overtaken in a tide of red desire.

Scour my soul with the grit of lust.

I am clean.