<strong>Candy, at the milking shed with Ms. Prideux &amp; other owners &amp; dogs<br/></strong><br/>I barely had time to screw my eyes shut before the cane impacted. I had no time to regret my mistake, and no ability to think about it after the first strike. The initial strike caused no pain, merely the feel of wood on flesh. It was only a few seconds later that the sharp, burning pain shot through my body, overwhelming me. It felt like a red hot poker had been forced against my skin, and in an instant fresh tears started to spill down my cheeks, my whole frame shaking in its restraints. Whilst one part of me wanted to scream out, to tell her to stop, to beg for mercy, another part realised it would have led only to more punishment, and more pain. My teeth clamped together as the second blow came, just as fierce and fiery as the last.<br/><br/>The blows kept coming. I had quickly lost count, though I knew each was more painful than the last as they impacted against more and more already beaten flesh. As the pain intensified I gripped by muscles, tensing up as if I could resist the oncoming barrage of blows from this demon above me. It did little good, and by the time I realised she had stopped I was little more than a shivering, sobbing wreck, supported only by the material that bound me. Had I really deserved this punishment?<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I told you. Dogs do not talk! Are you deaf or just plain stupid? If you're deaf I'll just fucking gag you so you can't make the mistakes of an ignorant animal, if you're stupid I'll cane some sense into you and then gag you. Do you want more? Do you?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>My head could not shake fast enough, a few of the tears dripping down my cheeks splashing to the floor. I did not want more caning. I never wanted to suffer like that again, and was prepared to do anything to avoid suffering in such a manner again. It was for this reason my lips parted almost the second she removed the fearsome looking gag from her bag- I knew she would put it on me, and however painful it looked, I would suffer more for any display of resistance.<br/><br/>The gag was uncomfortable, but compared to the burning in my rump it was nothing. Quite quickly thick strands of drool began to leak out from between my lips, my tongue pressing out to allow it. Feeling it dribble down, sloppily coating my chin and spattering down to the floor, I was reminded of what she had originally asked of me. The prospect of eating her out filled me with a peculiar mix of both depression and hope. I had no option available to me- she would press herself against my dribbling mouth and rub against me if I refused to lick, and most likely punish me after- quite possibly during. Tasting her was inevitable, as was my continued imprisonment in this nightmare.<br/><br/>But if it was inevitable... my mind tried to think clearly, though with the burning pain in my rear and the hook threatening to rip my anus it was difficult. If I could please her... perhaps she would relieve me of the gag... offer me something to soothe the pain. Like the promise of an orgasm, the promise of less pain drove me to obey. I pushed my sopping wet tongue out further from between my lips and the metal frame of the gag, offering Ms. Prideux's lips a long, slow lick from bottom to top, coating them with my drool as I tried not to think about what I was about to do. With quivering lips, my tongue began to slowly push against her lips, attempting to enter her slit, though having everything completely drenched in drool made pushing a little more difficult. My red rimmed eyes flicked up to her face, nervously hoping she wouldn't strike again.