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Prologue
Karen thought she was going to die, when she felt the cane cut into her soft feminine buttocks. The stabbing pain in her arms and shoulders as she hung suspended by the wrists was bad enough. Even the initial shock of the rod as it impacted into her soft flesh was manageable, but it was the line of agony that quickly followed that took control of all her consciousness. It was not the first time she had experienced the cane's excruciating kiss, yet each time it seemed worse than any pain she had ever experienced before - yet she found herself loving it.
She was being flogged. This self-composed businesswoman, who normally would be found in a stylishly cut business suit, was suspended by her wrists. With her large breasts thrusting forward and her shapely legs dangling uselessly, Karen Ogden was screaming with pain.
Five more swipes of fire were to bite into her tender womanly bottom before her ordeal was to subside. Karen was oblivious to the world around her and gave her mind and body over to the wicked little instrument controlling her.
She became aware of the outside world only when her feet again touched the floor and the cuffs were removed from her wrists allowing the exhausted woman to collapse into the soft carpet. With her emotions whipped up in both a literal and figurative sense, she clutched desperately at Richard, her husband, and pulled him to her. His manly hardness was soon to fill her and her screams, this time of passion, were again to fill the room.
How did it come to this? she wondered.
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