This is Part III of a story that started as a snippet from my drafts long ago.  Thanks to JamesXMorgan’s interest in the story, we’re continuing to co-create Delilah’s adventures with Master Graham.  You can find the posts here on my blog, and on James’ blog Tall Tales.

Part 1, originally named A Tantalizing Opportunity, now called Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham: Intro on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Part 2, Meeting, is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Delilah froze.  Her mind was blank – then it was filled with that image again – over his knee, while he lifted her skirt, his hand stroked her bottom and moved to the waistline of her panties… and she shook her head, as if to shake off the vision.

“My personal interest?  I – ” she wanted to say she didn’t have one, but she was aware of her nipples tingling and the – the throbbing heat between her legs… and Graham watching her.  Even when she lowered her eyes, she could feel his gaze.  She couldn’t lie.

MG had not failed to spot her hesitation and the shake of her head. He was now convinced of her interest and wondered whether she had yet admitted it to herself. And was she a bottom or a sub? He watched attentively, unthreateningly he hoped, as she gathered herself.

“My personal…” she sighed.  “I, honestly, I don’t know.”  She looked at Graham, and he looked so encouraging, she went on.  “I got started on this project because I met some people who are working on a project that relates to BDSM and they asked if I’d do some research on the connection with trauma healing.”  She paused.  How much could she really tell him?

“And I guess I was curious too because, well, sometimes, if I think about it, or read about it, then it… um, it… kind of turns me on.” And she stopped, feeling herself blush.  Without meeting his gaze, she looked up at Graham, watching his reaction closely.

MG waited patiently. As soon as Delilah looked up he smiled warmly. 

‘Well done!’

“Oh!” Surprised by his response, and a sudden rush of pleasure, she smiled, “Thank you!”  Then added, “But I’m not sure what I did…” 

‘You were honest, dear Delilah. You were honest with me about your feelings but, and this is much more important, you were honest with yourself. Well done!’

MG stood up, still smiling warmly, and moved beside her chair, extending his arm towards a side door. 

‘Now let’s take a tour. Shall we?’

“Oh!  Right now?  Yes.  Yes, please.”  She thought he was a little pushy to commend her for being honest with herself, but she ignored that in her eagerness to see the club.

MG led the way, holding the door for her.

‘This is the lounge area and bar. It’s a dry bar but brown bagging is allowed within reason. Any drunkenness results in immediate exclusion for the safety and well-being of all. So far so normal.’

MG smiled reassuringly.

‘Do ask questions whenever you like. Ok?’

“I will!”  Delilah saw the woman wearing the collar, who she had seen earlier, walking toward a table, and noticed a woman wearing only a corset deep in conversation with a man in a suit.

‘Off this area are various rooms and spaces, some small and some large, some private, some less so and some very public. There’s even one where any activity is live-streamed to that screen up there.’

Delilah was speechless, taking it all in.

MG smiled at her. 

‘It’s a lot to take in. Let’s continue – we can always come back later.’

MG led the way left to a staircase. As they descended, the lighting became a little muted. The staircase opened onto a large, fairly dimly lit space; off to the right was a low stage with four spotlights illuminating the centre and a metal bar suspended above it. A dozen or more chairs were scattered to one side. MG moved to the left and stood by a line of suspended implements. 

‘This, I’m sure you’ve guessed, is the dungeon. There are various devices for restraining, positioning, suspending and of course many implements for teasing, tormenting, punishing and even what you might consider torturing. Remember though that nothing here happens without the express consent of all concerned.’

He ran his fingers idly through the tails of a flogger as he talked.

‘Over there is the stage for demonstrations and performances.’

Delilah barely glanced at the stage.  She watched his hands.  A shiver ran through her and she realized her panties were wet. 

‘Are you ok? Oh, perhaps you’re cold; would you like my jacket round your shoulders?’

MG’s look was of genuine concern.

”What – omg, no, I’m not cold.  Pretty much the opposite,” she said, aware of her nipples pebbling.  Glancing down, she could see why he might think she was cold! 

MG was pensive; he had noticed where she had been looking. He took the flogger off its hook and held it in front of him.

“We could look together at these implements at some stage. For your research.’

“Yes, yes, of course,” Delilah said, trying to sound professional.

A voice called from the stage where a dozen or so people already waited.

‘Graham? I think we’re nearly ready.’

‘Hello Alan. Thanks, we’ll come over now.’

‘Delilah? Let’s find you a chair shall we?’

MG led the way and positioned a chair for Delilah. He waited for her to sit and then took his place next to her while quietly letting her know what was coming.

‘This first demonstration will be of Shibari, rope bondage, originally Japanese. Sir Alan is quite adept at the art so we’re in for a treat.’

‘Good evening everyone and thanks for coming.’

Sir Alan looked as welcoming as his words as he took off his jacket.

‘Anna? The lovely Anna, everyone. Isn’t she beautiful?’

Anna appeared from the shadows, smiling as she took Sir Alan’s jacket and hung it on a chair back.

Anna was naked apart from a red thong with a lacy waistband.  Delilah wondered if Anna felt self-conscious, but Anna looked completely at ease.

‘Thank you Anna.’ Then addressing the audience ‘Anna will be my rope bunny this evening. The rope work today will be decorative but will also restrain her, as you will see. My aim will be to bind her firmly but not painfully so she will be able to remain in position for a while once I’ve finished. The key is not to bind too tight, nor too loose, to allow for changes in position as the ropework progresses. We don’t want to cause pain or damage the skin, do we Anna?

‘No Sir, definitely no damaged goods please!’

‘Certainly not! Now, red and green please.’

Anna collected the ropes from the rack in the dungeon and offered them to Sir Alan on upturned palms.

‘Thank you. Safe word?’

‘Frogs, Sir.’

‘Frogs? I certainly hope no one croaks this evening!’

‘I won’t if you get it right!’

His raised eyebrow was tempered by a smile as he took the ropes from Anna.

‘Frogs it is. Legs apart and arms at shoulder height.’

Sir Alan threaded and knotted the red rope artistically, creating a lattice work ‘body’ over Anna’s shoulders, criss-crossing her torso above, between, beside and below her breasts and creating a ‘V’ on her lower abdomen with the rope passing twice high between her legs. Satisfied, he stood back.

‘You’re displaying very nicely, Anna.’

Anna looked at him sideways with puppy eyes.

‘Displaying for you, Sir.’

‘Quite right too, young lady. Now behave or I might suspend you.’

Anna pouted then smiled then lowered her eyes.

Delilah watched, fascinated.  She imagined how the rope would feel between her legs, and she squirmed in her chair. 

‘Legs together, arms down.’

Taking the green rope, Sir Alan created a series of figure eights around her shins and calves, leaving a tail of rope extending behind her ankles.

‘Kneel.’

Anna complied, as gracefully as her situation allowed, then looked up at Sir Alan.

‘Good. Well done. Now sit on your heels, arms behind your back, palms together.’

Delilah felt her body responding as if she were on stage instead of Anna.

Taking the tail of rope, Sir Alan created another series of figure eights around her forearms. She was now secured in her kneeling position, unable to stand or move her arms, her back slightly arched and her breasts fully displayed, framed by the red lattice-work on her torso. Sir Alan stepped back to admire his work. 

‘Comfortable Anna?’

‘Relatively, Sir, under the circumstances.’

Anna smiled at Sir Alan as the audience chuckled.

‘Right. We’ll take a short break to get ready for the next demonstration. Shall we say 10 minutes?’

MG turned to Delilah with a quizzical look.

‘What do you make of that? Any questions?’

“Oh,” Delilah gasped, “That’s was – so beautiful.  I want to do that!”  Shocked, her hand flew to her mouth, she wanted to take those words back.

‘Delilah, please look at me.’

“Yes?” 

‘I love your openness and enthusiasm. You and your research will get so much more out of this because of that. So please, don’t be reticent or bashful. I am virtually unshockable and will do my utmost to help you get whatever you want and need. And I will also ensure that nothing will happen unless you explicitly want it to. Is that ok for you?’

Delilah absorbed his words, very aware of his physical warmth beside her, drawn to the sense of comfort she felt.  “Yes, I appreciate that.”

Two men were helping Sir Alan position a leather-covered, stud-seamed bench along the length of the stage. Its whale-back end faced towards the still-kneeling Anna.

‘It looks like the next demonstration is ready to start. Sir Alan will be showing us how to use a cane safely and effectively. Happy to stay?’

“Yes, definitely, please!  This is – this is so amazing!”

Sir Alan wiped down the surface of the bench with a disinfectant swab and turned to the audience.

‘Everyone ready? Good. Katie come here please.’

Katie emerged from the shadows wearing a simple, green silk, figure-hugging dress.

‘The gorgeous Katie, everyone. Pity she won’t be needing that lovely dress much longer!’

Katie made a face as the audience chuckled. 

‘Katie, three canes please: a senior with a crook, an intermediate with a leather handle and a junior without a handle.’

‘Now there are three things to consider when caning somebody, four actually – explicit consent is of course first. The desired pain level needs to be agreed: just sting, ‘gasping’ pain which fades over a relatively short period or intense pain which will cause the area to be sensitive for several days or longer; the type of marks: no distinct marks, short-term visible marks, bruising or potentially greater skin damage but that is a more specialised dynamic; and the duration of the caning. Evidently these are interdependent and will collectively influence the choice of implement.

Delilah bit her lip, how could they casually talk about the level of pain they wanted, or what kind of marks to leave on someone’s body?  

Katie stood before Sir Alan, balancing the three canes on her upturned palms.

‘Those look lovely Katie, are they for me?’

‘Special delivery Sir.’

Delilah caught her breath – her heart pounding, the heat between her thighs increased, she wanted to touch herself.  How could this girl stand there like that, offering him these canes?  To use on herself?  Delilah imagined herself in that position and trembled.

‘You will see that all these canes are straight which makes it much easier to control the force and accuracy. We hang them and keep them away from direct heat; you’ll find other advice on the net. There are different ways to finish the handle. For these three, the plain one is just that and can become a little slippery if the hand becomes moist. The leather handle is less likely to slip and allows for greater control. The crooked handle is traditional but I’m not sure it serves much purpose when used for discipline. Also without a handle, it can be less easy to control.’

He took the canes from Katie and held them in front of him side by side. Katie moved her arms behind her back to hold her elbows.

Delilah was barely aware of the people around her, she was so nervous, squirming a bit in her seat, her panties were soaked, her nipples hardened. She wanted to see the girl get caned and she wanted, oh, just once she wanted to feel what it was like!  She bit her lower lip.

Sir Alan continued. 

‘The relative severity of the cane is determined by the material used and by the width. These three are all standard rattan and are less severe than the heavier dragon canes  or synthetic canes. The wider senior cane used with some force is very likely to cause bruising and the junior much less so, more stingy.’

He ran his fingers along the canes.

‘Note that the knots on the canes have all been sanded down so that there are no bumps along their length. Now Katie will be delighted to hear that today is all about technique and, as far I am aware, she’s done nothing to merit a severe punishment.’

He raised a quizzical eyebrow at Katie who lowered her eyes deferentially.

‘No Sir, I’ve been very good Sir.’

‘Hmmm. I’m not sure you’ve been that good.’

Sir Alan laid the senior cane down beside the spanking bench, holding one cane in each hand as he turned back to the audience.

‘The technique is very similar with most canes. I’ll start the demonstration with the junior cane but then switch to the intermediate; we do after all want to see some pretty lines, don’t we?’

Sir Alan turned and raised an eyebrow at Katie’s smiling pout.

‘What’s your safeword Katie?’

‘Plums, Sir.’

‘Plums. Thank you. Now I don’t think we’ll be needing this, will we?’

He lifted the front of her dress an inch or two with the tip of the junior cane. Katie turned away and crossed her arms, taking the hem of her dress and peeling it off over her head. Now naked, she walked to the chair and arranged the dress over Sir Alan’s jacket. Her arms once again behind her back she returned to stand before Sir Alan, head down. He tapped the bench twice.

‘Good. Over you go.’

Katie climbed onto the lower, flat end of the bench, her knees against the rise of the whale-back, and pulled her torso up and over the curve, her breasts, hanging slightly upside down, the last part to touch the leather. She grasped the legs with her hands, smiling briefly at Anna’s silently supportive gaze.

Sir Alan laid the intermediate cane behind Katie’s knees. The junior cane he then used as a pointer.

‘The primary target is often the buttocks; we need to ensure that we target them accurately. We absolutely do not want to strike too high because we risk damaging bone or internal organs. Make sure the cane lands only on the fleshy area.’

Sir Alan poked each cheek with the tip of the cane.

‘Sir! Those are mine. Not fair!’

‘For the next little while they are mine, young lady, so I suggest you behave.’

A good rule of thumb is to take as your upper limit a good inch or two below the start of the crease, where the cleft starts to disappear between the cheeks. Equally, on the lower buttocks, we want to be careful to ensure the tip doesn’t strike between the legs and we generally want to avoid too much ‘wrap around’ onto the sides. So how do we do that?’

Sir Alan placed the cane diagonally across Katie’s exposed bottom, the tip towards her back. Katie arched up and turned with mock dismay.

‘If we strike here, we risk the tip impacting bone or organs. If we place it in the other direction we may risk the tip landing between the legs, particularly if we don’t have much experience. Landing the cane like this, horizontally across both cheeks, is safest. It also allows for a set of pretty parallel lines to admire afterwards.’ 

He tapped the cane lightly in steps down her buttocks to emphasise his point.

‘They might look pretty Sir, but they won’t feel pretty.’

‘And that, my girl, is not my problem.’

Katie’s pout was real this time.

‘So, down to business. We stand to one side and adjust the stance such that, when the cane lands, there will be a straight line between the tip and the shoulder. The wrist may need to be cocked a little to ensure equal impact on each cheek. Before we strike we place the cane on or near the bottom so the tip extends an inch or so beyond the crack. When we strike, the tip will naturally fall further away, covering both cheeks without too much wrap around. The cane is both hard and flexible and it doesn’t take much force for its presence to be felt, although there will be times when more force is desirable. So let’s start simply.’

Sir Alan quickly positioned himself and the cane and was rewarded with Katie’s flinch as he delivered the unexpected stroke with a quick but effective flick of the wrist, his arm barely moving.

‘Ow Sir, that was mean!’

‘Perhaps it was.’

Alan flashed her a mischievous smile.

‘Note how, even with a flick of the wrist, the tip lands further away than its preparatory position. Note also how I removed the cane immediately after the stroke.’

Lining up again, he delivered the next using his forearm and wrist but still with relatively little force. Katie’s head jerked almost imperceptibly in unison with the crack of the cane making contact.

Delilah jerked too, gasping.

‘The tip lands a bit further away this time. Note also how I modify my body, arm and wrist position to ensure an even horizontal stroke over both cheeks. This time I left the cane in place, as if I were caning through the bottom – the effect is more marked as a result.’

The third stroke started from his shoulder but his arm didn’t move back more than 45°. A slight swish preceded the crack which this time provoked a little ripple in Katie’s bare flesh, a grimace on her face and a tiny hiss on her tongue.

Sir Alan then moved his extended arm behind his shoulder and stopped.

‘I don’t want to see anyone doing this unless they have practised on a pillow for, literally, hours and can guarantee 100% the stroke will fall accurately, evenly and safely.’

‘Tell ‘em Sir.’

‘You’ll be earning extras if you don’t behave, Katie dear.’

He paused as he ran his fingers over Katie’s cheeks, one after the other.

‘Hmmm. No marks yet. Which is not to say that this junior cane is incapable of producing them but we’ll move on to the intermediate cane for the finale.’

He swapped the canes over and stood back.

‘Shall we show them what a proper caning looks like Katie?’

‘Do we have to Sir?’

‘Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that’s why we’re here. On second thoughts, your bottom might appreciate it if you didn’t correct me, hmmm Katie?’

‘Ooops! My lips are sealed Sir.’

Sir Alan positioned himself then reached back 45° before delivering a powerful stroke to the upper limit of Katie’s bottom. 

‘Ah! Ow!’

Katie arched briefly and sank back down. Almost immediately, even welts began to appear on either side of her crack.

With only a brief pause, Sir Alan delivered a second stroke an inch or so below the first, provoking a similar reaction from girl and flesh. This time though a noticeable ripple had run through this more padded zone.

The third stroke landed accurately below the first two.

‘Ooh owwww Sir!’

Katie’s cry was accompanied by short drumming of her feet on the bench.

‘Steady girl, don’t move your position otherwise I’ll start again.’

‘That’s mean! I mean yes Sir.’

Delilah was on the edge of her chair, barely breathing, as she watched. Without thinking she reached out one hand toward Graham, grabbing his arm and holding on.   

Sir Alan traced the three split welts with his fingers before regaining his own position.

Whack! The fourth stroke landed with more power than the first three and he left the cane in place for a few seconds.

‘Aaaaowww! Ow! Ow! You’ll cut me in half Sir.’

Katie arched and gripped the legs of the bench while her own legs briefly left the bench. Sir Alan delivered a sharp tap to each thigh in turn.

‘Your legs will stay down young lady! Understood?’

‘Yeeess Sirrr!’

A swish and a crack heralded the fifth stroke.

‘Waah, owowow!’

Her legs flew up again.

‘Surely that’s enough Sir, they’ve got the picture!’

‘I warned you. Keep your legs down!’

Without a pause, Sir Alan landed a hefty whack across her upper thighs, parallel to the creases at the top of her legs.

‘Owww! Noooo! That was very mean Sir!’

Katie smiled through her grimace .

The five parallel lines on her bottom were well formed now and that on her thighs was developing.

‘There are times when the ‘horizontal’ rule can be broken, particularly if you are aiming for a special effect. Accuracy is always your responsibility but it is more difficult and even more important if you decide to break the rule.’

‘No Sir, not that, please Sir.’

‘Hush girl, nearly there.’

Sir Alan stepped back, this time a little further up beside Katie. Prepare, swish, crack – the stroke landed diagonally across Katie’s bottom, the tip of the cane reaching just above her sit spot.

‘Owwwww! Ow! Ow! Ow! Sir! Oooh that stings.’

She managed to keep her legs under control as she arched and flopped back down onto the bench, her bottom wobbling briefly before it settled with her. The last stroke had crossed the other five lines on her bottom and reignited the sting in each. She lay quietly as the last welt developed. As the combined sensation set in she turned, wiggled her bottom and smiled.

‘Thank you Sir for my caning.’

‘You’re welcome, naughty girl. Perhaps it won’t be long before you earn another.’

Delilah closed her eyes.  That had been so intense.  She sighed, relieved it was over, but her pussy throbbed.

Sir Alan cupped each cheek of Katie’s bottom in turn and admired the ‘five-bar gate’ of welts. He was quite pleased with his work.

As he rubbed Katie’s back gently he invited the audience to come for a closer look.

‘But no touching! Or you risk trading places.’

He was only half joking.

MG looked towards Delilah. She turned toward him, realized she was still holding his arm, and quickly removed her hand.  “Yes, please,” she said, “Can we talk to her too?” 

‘I’m sure we can. And remember, my dear, if there’s anything else you want, you only have to ask.’ 

MG stood up and offered Delilah his hand.