Where to begin? Only I knew the plan, and so far it was going perfectly. I picked up a medium birch cane and slowly turned toward Sarah. You could see just how frightened she was, she was actually trembling with fear. Still I said nothing, I let the cane do the talking as it whistled thru the air striking her on her trembling ass cheek. Her screams had just begun, as I laid a pattern across her now red ass. Her screaming and crying and pleading fell on deaf ears, as I replaced the cane on the table and picked up a lighter one. Silently I moved forward quickly and with a practiced flick of my wrist brought the tip of the light cane across the tip of her left nipple. Seeing her body jerk with the shock of the pain in her nipple was almost as rewarding as the piercing scream that followed. I continued caning her breasts and nipples until I thought she could stand no more and her screams had turned into moans and whimpers.

Ah it was only nine thirty PM I still have plenty of time, so I walked back into the main party room, went to the buffet table made a plate of food and got a soft drink before returning to the room Sarah was in. She looked up at me and must have thought it was over, because she began begging me to let her go again. Again she saw the evil grin, that in the future would send shivers down her spine.

When I had finished my snack I moved toward her, that is when I noticed she had pissed herself. I pressed another button and the cables holding her legs started moving apart, this seemed to scare Sarah even more as she started struggling with her bonds again to no avail. When I stopped the cables her legs were more than shoulder width apart and she was in a lot of pain from being stretched. But I had accomplished my goal, as not only were her legs spread apart but so were the shaven lips of her pussy.

She started shrieking and jerking when again I turned and picked up the light cane. When I turned and flicked my wrist this time the tip connected with her exposed clit. And she thought she could scream not more, but it brought forth a new series of screams as again and again the cane landed on her pussy and clit. When I quit she was begging me telling me she would do anything, just to please not hurt her any more. Again her pleas were met with silence and the evil grin.

I turned my back to her and went back to the table, picking up a few items and placing them in my pockets. Up until now I had not touched her with my hands, this time I roughly grabbed her breast and squeezed them until she again screamed. Her nipples were all red and