We slept well that night in the tropics
hotel, at least I did. Jane was still
tied up, naked and marked. I made love
to her as wildly as I always do after
a session with the whip. It's great, always.
She was still sleeping when I got up.
I grabbed the blankets and uncovered her.
She reacted slowly, she didn't expect
it. Before she knew it the whip was falling
on her, the camera was already on capturing
a moment of total spontaneity. She was
not prepared for this moment.
She did what she never did before, she
tried to escape the whip, she tried to
merge into the wall, she tried to dissappear
but she couldn't.
I whipped her until I felt I had enough.
I found her limits, now it was up to me
to show them to her and I knew it would
take time. She hadn't yet deciced to beg
me to stop.
Maybe she felt she had to prove a point,
maybe I was talking too much about Camille
and Gabrielle, maybe she wanted to show
me that she was better and that she was
ready.
But she wasn't ready, she wasn't going
to be ready until she admited that she
had her limits and I was going to whip
her until she did.
But this morning, after I whipped her
I took her to the shower. It was time
to go down for breakfast.
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