Caning

Workers from the estate began to file into the room. Before long, almost a dozen of them - among them butlers, scantily clad "maids" and security guards - were standing inside the small bedroom, and it looked like more of them were waiting outside in the corridor. They were all silent, standing in attention and staring directly at Valerie.

"On your feet," ordered Jason, looking directly at her.

Valerie evaluated her options. She was in unfamiliar territory, surrounded by hostiles. She could maybe take out two or three of them, but they would overpower her thanks to sheer numbers. She had no option but to comply with Jason's orders, at least for now.

She began to rise. Under the guise of covering her private areas with her hands, she checked the pocket of her skirt for the tracking device.

To her horror, there was nothing there. Her pocket was empty.

Valerie panicked. She looked around and noticed the small silver ball lying under the bed, very much out of reach. She cursed internally, realizing it must have rolled out of her pocket while she was crawling under the bed. There was no way she would be able to plant it on Jason, not in these circumstances.

"NOW." Jason commanded, this time with ****.

Valerie could no longer delay. Despair began to fill her mind. She did as he ordered, her head bowed. She was holding back tears, for not only was she exposed and embarrassed, it looked like she was going to fail her mission.

"Mariana, if you please," Jason continued.

Valerie watched as one of the other maids handed Mariana Valerie's top. Someone had sewn it back together after Isaiah had ripped it off earlier. Mariana put it on, then walked up behind her. She unzipped Valerie's skirt and pulled it down to her feet, forcing her to step out of it. Triumphantly, Mariana put the skirt on her own body. All the while, the room had remained deathly silent, everyone simply watching Valerie's punishment with barely concealed mirth.

Mariana, now wearing Valerie's clothing, placed her hand on the waistband of Valerie's panties, clearly wanting them for herself. That's when Jason broke the silence, stopping Mariana by placing his cane on her hand.

"Those belong to me," he growled, causing Valerie to shiver.

Mariana's face lost color a little bit, but she knew better than to challenge his authority. She bowed her head, accepting that she would not get to wear panties during her own period of punishment.

"On the bed," Jason commanded Valerie.

Valerie froze. Was he going to fuck her, right in front of all his employees? She had been thinking about it, although it hardly seemed like punishment in her current horny state. Valerie's body was begging for release - she just hadn't considered that there would be an audience while it happened.

This time, it was Mariana who **** Valerie into position. Along with another "maid", she grabbed Valerie by the shoulders and **** her onto the bed. However, instead of making her lie down, she made Valerie get down on all fours with her backside facing Jason.

Valerie was a bundle of nerves, her whole body shaking. Jason ran his cane over her backside, the polished wood of the cane feeling cold at the start until the heat of her own body warmed it up. He slipped the handle of his cane under the waistband of her g-string and locked it in place, right underneath the tiny triangle of material that held the elastic together. He paused, drinking in the moment while Valerie shivered.

Her mission objective out of reach, Valerie no longer had any fight left in her. She closed her eyes, accepting whatever he had in store for her - and in the dark corners of her mind, welcoming it.

In a sharp movement, Jason pulled the cane towards him. The thin elastic snapped. In a flash, Valerie's panties were ripped off her body, leaving her completely exposed. Except for her garter belt and stockings, she was nude.

She turned her head, managing to catch a glimpse of Jason putting the destroyed garment inside his suit pocket. She wondered how he would violate her.

What happened, however, somehow felt even more worse than that.

He began to cane her, landing sharp blows on her bare backside. Each one was more intense than the last. There were five in total, and Valerie cried out in pain with each one.

By the time he finished, Valerie was sobbing. She could feel welts forming on her ass, her skin burning where the cane had made .

What felt worse was the fact that Jason had seemingly not cared to simulate her at all. Her exposed pussy, wet and waiting, was left completely untouched by the cane, almost on purpose. He had denied her the one thing that would have made the punishment easier to stomach.

Instead, all he had given her was pure humiliation. Tears began to stream out of Valerie's eyes.

"Take her away, and prepare her for tonight," she heard him say.

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