And without a signal, he stopped.  The cane went back to the rack and he closed in.  His hands moved to stroke her heated thighs, rubbing softly over the angry welts he'd left upon her beautiful skin.<br/><br/>Then he lifted her from the horse, relieving her pained sex as he set her on her feet.  A hand curled in her soft hair and forced her to bend forwards as his other hand began to rub and massage her abused folds.