Andy looks at Dianne, spreadeagled over his bed, ass raised and squirming. He looks in his black bag, and takes out the cane. It is long and thin. He swishes it in the air, allowing Dianne to see its evil. She looks at it, wide eyed and begins to struggle. "Not with that Sir," she cries. "That will cut me awlful."

He began to lay it across her twin asscheeks. "No, I never cut with this. It will raise welts, though." She shivered at the thought of the cane striking her unprotected globes. "And, it will drive your pussy crazy!" She almost shrieked then and there. "Not on my pussy! God no!" she cried.

He then raised the cane and SWISH!! A red line rises from her ass. She cries out. He raises it again and lays another stroke on her twin globes. Another cry comes from her lips. Again and again, the cane hits his target. Tears flow down her cheeks. Her head turns to and fro.

And so it begins.