A crash of thunder; a growl of the Beast.
Amidst the storm to hide my pleas,
That fateful night just you and me.

A crash of thunder; a snarl of the Beast.
My legs do quiver, my soul doth soar,
Naked before thee, I'm yours to explore.

A crash of thunder; a lick of the Beast.
Bound eternally yet without rope,
But willingly by depravity's hope.

A crash of thunder; a bite of the Beast.
Betwixt my teeth, thy cane I hold,
My soul to you hath long been sold.

A crash of thunder; a whisper of the Beast.
Blossoming stripes growing sore,
Yet still I groan and beg you for more.

A crash of thunder; a whimper of the Prey.
The next stripe is destined to burn,
For thy punishment, I truly did earn.

A crash of thunder; a nod of the Prey.
Thy cane no more doth delay,
My mischief to safely keep at bay.

A crash of thunder; a shiver of the Prey.
A brand new stripe just for me,
Testament of my sins to thee.

A crash of thunder; a moan of the Prey.
Lines across my butt now number four,
Delightfully stinging more than before.

A crash of thunder; a cry of the Prey.
My pussy growing wet and warm with glee,
Could a cane alone, make me cum for thee?

A crash of the cane; our passion impure.
Amidst the storm to hide my moans,
"Let us find out," is your tone.

A crash of the cane; my stripes are joy.
Along welts and bruises come the morn',
My fingers shalt trace, 'til lust reborn.

The cane on flesh; my joy now blooms,
My fingers shalt trace, 'til lust consumes.

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Demons howled upon the wind, and a flash of lightning clawed through the angry midnight sky as if the Gods were casting their judgment on what had transpired before them.

Panting heavily, Bell woke up to rain lashing against the bedroom window. She lay on top of a pile of soft pillows, catching her breath with a light mist of sweat on her skin. The telltale dampness between her thighs caused Bell to blush as her dream's fleeting memories returned.

"Well," Bell quietly giggled, "that's not happened since college."

Rolling over on the bed, Bell saw her 'Beast' peacefully sleeping beside her and snuggled into her Mistress' comforting embrace. The red lines that Bell had duly received from her earlier punishment still stung across the back of her thighs and ass. A punishment she received for her jealous spying a few nights prior. A punishment that Bell gladly accepted.

The stripes had long since swollen and risen proudly along her soft skin. The slightest touch against them sent a jolt of angelic sinfulness through her body that restored the vivid memory of each crack of the cane. As Bell caressed her lines, she remembered how she had stood trembling and aroused. How she chewed her lips and found herself pushing her butt out for each new strike. Even what her yelps and whimpers had sounded like as they echoed around the bedroom.

She could remember how the thrill and anticipation had swelled inside her as heels clicked on the wooden floorboards, just out of sight, while she waited for her punishment to resume. Even the rush she felt as the cane landed. Oh, and what a glorious rush she had felt! As she counted each strike, she would hear those sweet words she yearned so much for. Words that always teased a moan from Bell's lips.

"Good Pet," her Mistress would declare with every additional line.

Bell smiled and bid her Mistress goodnight with a tender kiss on the hand that had delivered her stripes.

"Thank you, Mistress," Bell whispered, "for being my Beast."

As the storm continued to rage outside she drifted back into a tranquil slumber with her fingers delicately caressing her stripes. 'Til lust reborn. 'Til lust consumes.