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This time, when he arrived at his hotel, he smiled. This hotel was definitely better than most of the hotels he had been to. As he looked out of his vast glass window, he admired the lush green scenery. “Beautiful,” he muttered to himself.

He was not tired after his journey. He wanted to take a shower. So he took one, the hot water caressing and relaxing his body. He came out of the bathroom wearing a robe.

Just then, someone pushed him strongly toward his bed. He fell on the bed but could not see the person behind him. Then, in a split second’s time, the person put a gun to his head. He got scared. He felt sure he was going to be killed. Then he heard a woman’s sweet but commanding voice. “I won’t kill you,” she said, “but only if you do what I tell you to.”

Still puzzled, he wondered what her motives were. “Take whatever you want from here and leave,” he told her. He heard a laugh. “Couldn’t you make a better offer?” she said. “I want to use your body.”

Still amazed, he did not know what she meant by that. She told him to sit straight up on his bed, so he did. Now for the first time, he saw the face of the woman. She was about six feet tall and very strong. She was wearing a long coat. No wonder she had been able to control him with such ease.

“Now do as I say and I will spare you, or otherwise…” She left the sentence incomplete and pointed as if she was going to pull the trigger. Adam got scared. Surely if she had done that much to get into his room, it would not be difficult to kill him.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Take off your robe,” she ordered him without even listening to his words. Adam calmly obliged.

She reached into the pocket of her coat and took out a rope. This she used to tie his hands behind his back. Then she took out another piece of rope and tied his feet. Now he could not move an inch. She then took a handkerchief and duct tape out of her pocket. Putting the handkerchief in his mouth, she sealed the duct tape on his mouth. He had to oblige with whatever she did. He was scared of the gun.

After making sure that he was securely bound and that he would not be able to go anywhere other than bed, she went outside and came back with a bag a short while after.

She came to him and untied his legs. Then she took him over to the sofa and made him sit crouching over it. His ass was now facing her.

She went back to the bag and took out a cane out. He looked behind and thought to himself, “Oh my god,” but under these circumstances he could not do much.

He was at her mercy.

She gave the cane a long good look, then moved her gaze to his ass. She smiled. She imagined what his ass would look like after the caning session had ended. He, on the other hand, could not say a word even if he had wanted to. His duct tape gag was fully secure.

She positioned herself such that she’d have a view of his face too. She wanted to see his face after every stroke. Before startin,g she looked at his face. It showed fear. She smiled.

She liked it.

She touched his ass with the cane. She took some gentle strokes first, as if to determine which spot to hit. Then she raised the cane. His closed his eyes and his legs started trembling. In the next second he heard the cane coming down with a crack. A sound came but it was not that of the cane hitting his ass. She had instead hit the bed. And she was now observing his face.

He opened his eyes and realized that she had actually teased him that way. “Pussy,” she said slowly. “So afraid of my little friend?” she asked. And finally after a little pause she added, “Now I will see how many lashes can you actually endure.”

“How many??” he thought to himself. The thought was frightening. He was not a masochist. He had never been in this kind of position. What kind of feeling would it leave him with?

She raised the cane again. He closed his eyes again, praying that it would be like the last time. SMACK! This time it did touch his ass. Blood immediately rushed to his face and it got red. He tried to make a few noises but the gag would not let him make any. Eventually, the pain passed. He was surprised he was able to endure it. He opened his eyes and looked at her angrily. She remained unmoved. She still had the gun in her hand. Her control was still there.

“Look forward,” she ordered him. He obeyed. What else could he have done?

But one more smack had him look again at her, with so much agony on his face.

“So you won’t do what I say, hmmm,” she said. She was obviously annoyed at the way he was responding. So she went back to the bag and took out a piece of cloth and blindfolded him. Now he could not tell when she would hit next.

Another SMACK. He knew not whether it had hit the same spot or whether it was of the same intensity or both, but its effect was surely more than he had experienced. Tears came out of his eyes and were absorbed by the cloth.

He was trying to cope with the last strike when the fourth one came. He could not bear it and fell down from the sofa to the floor.

“You call yourself a man?” she asked in an angry tone. “You’re a pussy,” she said angrily.

She came closer to him and almost whispered, “but you told me you were a tough guy. You said you could take anything. Is that your definition of ANYTHING??” she said.

In his mind, he was wondering what the hell was going on. Did he know her at all? Had he ever talked to her?

Just then she raised her voice again. “You know when I read your emails, sometimes I thought it was some desperate guy wanting some Internet fun. But then I thought maybe he really liked it. Your persistence was further proof that you were genuine. Remember you told me about your fantasy of being caned. Remember, Mr. CaneyMan?”

Just when she said that, he realized that what she had said was true, every word of it. CaneyMan was his screenname. He had even sent her a consensual contract. He did not think it was going to happen in reality. He thought he was merely flirting on the Internet. He had never asked for her pictures but had sent his. That all this had happened was way beyond belief.

“I think you are not the man that you represented yourself to be in those emails. I had to work hard in creating this scene for you, but I am disappointed. All you wanted was to fantasize. All you can do is think about it and wank. You cannot do it in real life,” she said in one full breath.

She paused for a few seconds and then started talking again, “I guess I will have to say goodbye to you. You are not worth it. I will call the hotel administration to release you after I have left.”

Then she came closer and spit in his face. She went to the door, opened the door and said, “Oh… this gun was not real.” With that sentence, she left.

Adam could only think of think of the humiliating position the hotel crewmembers would find him when they’d come to rescue him.

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