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whenever I hand spank you.”
    Alicia nodded, too frightened to speak. She couldn’t decide if knowing what was going to happen was better than just being surprised. Maverick’s deep voice held her hypnotised. Still, the more he explained, the more frightened and excited she became.
    “Tell me, Alicia. When you glanced about this room, what device frightened you the most?” he asked.
    Alicia thought a moment. “The cane,” she answered. “Sir!” she quickly added.
    Maverick laughed quietly. “In that case, we shall begin with that.”
    Alicia stiffened as she heard him walk to the wall where the instruments hung. She tried to turn her head to see, but could not. She bit her lip, praying for endurance, as her entire body trembled with fear. Unexpectedly, she heard a swish and felt a stinging blow to her left cheek. She screamed and struggled against her bindings as the pain ripped through her. Before that scream had ended, another began as Maverick continued to cane her arse, leaving three red welts on each cheek. Alicia leant her forehead against the wall and cried when the last stripe was added.
    “I like symmetry,” he whispered. “Whatever I deliver to one side, I will deliver to the other. Luckily, I am talented and experienced enough to administer your stripes with precision. You should be grateful.”
    “I am, Mr. Devonshire. Thank you,” Alicia heard herself saying. Despite the blinding pain, Alicia knew her pussy now dripped with wetness. She could not remember having ever been so excited. If Maverick wanted symmetry, so be it. If he wanted her arse to bleed, so be it. The thought of her body pleasing him consumed Alicia’s mind.
    I will endure. I will obey. I am strong, she silently repeated until the words became a mantra.
    “Now we’ll move on to leather. Your arse is marked with three lovely red lines on each cheek which will, over the course of the next few hours, develop a deliciously rich hue. They will be tender for several days, but should not cause you undue pain. If, however, you develop bruising, you will tell me. I have no desire to harm you, and each person’s skin reacts differently to the cane. I need to know if my hand has been too heavy so I can adjust for you. Do you understand?” he asked.
    “Yes, Mr. Devonshire, I understand,” she answered.
    “Still, I find that a lighter red compliments the darker lines.” He ran his hand gently over the raised stripes.
    “I will administer an equal number of swats to each cheek of your posterior until I achieve the best colour complement, no matter how many swats it takes. To do this, I will use a leather covered oval paddle. Are you ready?”
    “Yes, Mr. Devonshire, I’m ready,” Alicia answered as she braced herself. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what Maverick must be seeing—a narrow waist, round, taut cheeks now marked with bright red welts. Despite, or perhaps because of, the stinging pain, Alicia’s heart pumped with excitement.
    She jumped as the paddle landed repeatedly on her already hurting arse. She kept count in her head for awhile but ceased all thinking after twenty swats first to one cheek, then the other. She dropped her head, softly crying, but accepting each stroke. Not once did she squirm to avoid a blow. As tightly as she was bound, she could move very little anyway, but she so wanted to prove herself to this man!
    I will obey. I am strong, she ordered herself.
    Finally the paddle stopped. Alicia, breathing heavily, could hardly believe the wetness between her thighs. She had never experienced this level of excitement.
    “Lovely. Your bottom will be hot and tender all evening and perhaps even into the morning hours. I don’t believe, though, that you will have any long lasting markings from the paddle this time, but if you do, you will inform me,” Maverick said as he unbound her from the circle and led her to the horse. Alicia, pushed beyond all rational thought, mutely followed her master. When he