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enough stripes for ten strikes of a cane—a significant punishment. Let’s hope the subject learned her lesson.” He paused, admiring the shade of roasted red that still remained, then continued thoughtfully. “It’s easy to break the skin with such a harsh implement. In fact, in many cases, an errant wife can bear marks forever. While these stripes will stay for some time, whoever caned this young woman took care to punish without leaving scars. In fact, I would propose he loved this woman very much, to take such care to impart a lesson without permanent harm.”
    Johnathan took a break in his playful narrative, unable to stop himself from planting a gentle kiss on the marked skin. Esther made a small sound, but didn’t move.
    “So now,” he said briskly. “Let’s see how she responds.” He slid a hand between her legs and she stiffened, raising herself up a little as he caressed her slippery folds. “Ah, yes! The subject is reacting to her husband’s touch. In fact, with further stimulation…” Frowning in concentration, he leaned down between her legs and blew hot air onto her labia. “I should be able to bring her to climax.”
    Esther seemed to quiver with anticipation.
    “Part your legs, my dear. Wider.” He smiled as she whimpered in humiliation. Esther loved his dominance and discipline, but she hated being aware of how her body responded to his firm and gentle touches alike. “Ah, yes, here we are.” His fingers stroked between her legs. “No doubt the subject is aroused. Plenty of secretions, labia is plump and sensitive. There’s the clitoral hood… but we’ll come back to that later.” He left off teasing her to slip a finger inside her slick channel. “Her body is ready for her husband’s entrance.” He withdrew his fingers, noting her disappointed cry.
    “Let’s take a closer inspection,” he said, and positioned his face right between her legs, parting her buttocks and spreading her before him. Her breath caught as his fingers dug into her reddened flesh, but he noticed she only grew wetter. “The subject requires more stimulation to induce orgasm.” He sat back up. “Let’s see if we can provide it.” His fingers stroked her little nub, teasing until Esther grew wild, writhing and thrusting her bottom back onto his hands. At her breathy moans, he thrust two fingers into her sodden entrance, pumping them in a steady rhythm.
    “Johnathan,” she panted.
    “Yes, dear?” he asked, then slid his fingers deeper, crooking his fingers into a “come hither” motion. Her entire body stiffened, and her words dissolved into moans.
    “Subject seems unable to communicate,” he noted with a grin. His wife’s reddened bottom danced on his fingers as her orgasm crashed over her, but he continued his fingers’ relentless pumping, even adding a third.
    His own body was hard with wanting, but Johnathan focused on Esther’s pleasure, furrowing his brow in concentration as he continued to stroke her. At last, he brought soaked fingers to his lips. “Very nice. Very sweet.” He bent over Esther, who still lay on her belly, lips curved and eyes at half-mast.
    “You all right, dearest?”
    “Yes, Johnathan,” she murmured dreamily.
    “Good.” His hand lightly smacked the side of her hip, and she jumped. “Then up and stand in the middle of the rug.” He grinned at her widened eyes. “Your inspection’s not over.”
    * * *
    The rooster’s morning crowing mingled with Esther’s cries of pleasure.
    Afterward they lay tangled on the bed, Johnathan had spent himself, but not before he’d caused his wife to climax over and over. She lay limp next to him, as if she didn’t have any bones.
    “You’re a good wife, and a blessing.I want you to be happy. Next time we’re about, we’ll find a tree sturdy enough for you to climb. I’ll even help you into it. I don’t want you to lose your skill.Next summer we can go to Pike’s Peak and climb it—there’s a woman who’s done it.