Show Me Your Marks
“Bend over,” Mitch said quietly. Joanne looked at him, wide-eyed, and obeyed. She bent at the waist, back flat, hands on her knees. He flipped her skirt over her hips and ran a hand down her bare bottom and thighs. She knew better than to wear panties, which pleased him. Nonetheless, it was time, Mitch thought, to make sure she remembered to whom she belonged. “Count for me, but do not break position. We’ll be out all day, so I want to make sure my marks remain for the duration. Understood?” “Yes.” Mitch smiled at her immediate answer. She was well-trained and self-controlled. They had been working on her control for almost six months now and they were both pleased with her progress. He ran his hand up the bamboo cane which he had sanded …