His eyes glittered, full of dark lust at her fear and pain.  He reached out to cup her breast and pinch her nipple.<br/><br/>"I know..."<br/><br/>He gave her nipple a sharp twist and then turned to a rack of whips and canes.  He lifted a long thin rod of white birch from the collection and turned back to her, cutting through the air a couple of times to test the flex and weight of the impliment.<br/><br/>"And this will hurt even more."<br/><br/>Then he swung, landing the cane across the top of both pert breasts, just above the edge of her nipples.