"You see, Kenny," she told him when the boy had been taken away, openly weeping with shame, "my word is law. The sooner you learn that, the better. But the ultimate satisfaction doesn't come from some guy's prick but from his suffering. So don't waste your time lusting after cunt," she said, thinking how she would make certain he did just that, "and life will be a lot easier for you." Her desire to inflict pain and hardship upon him was so strong now that she could feel it thrumming through her veins. And she made herself a promise..... an easy life was one thing Kenny Phillips had lost forever! "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Milady."

She detached her black cane from the clasp and told him, "kiss it."

She had gauged the torment of her victim well, for it was with alarm and a joyous hammering in his heart that he did as she bid and kissed the cane, eager to discover just how much pain she could inflict upon him. For once he had witnessed her domination and watched her exert her power, he was as eager as he had been with Mistress Angelica. Now, as then, he wasn't altogether sure what he could expect but he hoped he would find this session more satisfying than those with Mistress Angelica, for he had always left her custom-built, centrally heated dungeon with the feeling that something was missing.

With a zinging in her quim, Jani came and stood behind him. "I see my girls gave you a warm welcome." She ran the tip of her cane oh-so-gently up and down the curve of his backbone and could almost see the tension flowing from him. At the same time she ran her fingers through his long hair, gathering the strands gently before allowing them to slip through her fingers. Men were such fools! she scoffed, give them a flash of cunt or a show of kindness and they were like putty in your hands. And this particular lump of putty was turning out to be quite a diversion. When she was content that he was relaxing in a glow of sensual sensation, her gloved fingers forsook his hair and suddenly clawed at the sore lines produced by the single lashed whips which adorned his back and buttocks.

"Ooow!"

"You'll have to take more than that, and in silence," she told him, determining that she would make him bellow sooner rather than later. Then she prodded and poked at the bruises left by the batons of Glebb and Smitz. Next, she moved on to the multi-welted marks left by Sorrel's twelve-thonged whip and lastly, knowing her subordinate's style well, she moved round in front of him and checked for the tiny, telltale scabs around his nipples where the tips of Sorrel's lash had broken the skin. She felt him tensing once more and gave a secret smile. She looked down at him, studying the way he bit into his lip and the puppy-dog pleading in his eyes. He would be a delight to own and control, but first she must teach him respect and tame him......and she had a feeling it was going to be fun! She recognized his sort, she had dealt with them before, the ones who longed for domination while they fought against it. The difference with Kenny Phillips, she told herself, was that he posed a great danger for he was out to destroy her.

The question came out of the blue.

"Where's your notebook?"

"Notebook?"

"Mistress Celandine said you're a famous writer.....a journalist or something." The glittering of her eyes mocked him. "All writers have notebooks to record their observations and flashes of inspiration so, where's yours? And surely you have a tape machine to record all those intimate little details one can't trust to memory?"

"Tape.......?" he repeated, stalling.

"Don't waste my time, arsehole!" She returned to her former position behind him and drew back her hand. There was a Swish! and a Thwack! as the inflexible, fibreglass cane made contact with his already tender flesh. She paused before following through with the second strike in order to allow him time to fully appreciate the lightning-streak of the ferocious sting, followed later by the second sensation, like a great inferno which radiated outward from the tramline marks of the implement. Only when she was sure that he had learnt just how painful the implement could be when delivered with the accuracy and skill which she possessed did she strike again, once more concentrating on his shoulders. Swish! Thwack! sending a shard of pain across his flesh. Again she paused, and this time he couldn't help but let out a low growl of complaint.