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Annie detested enemas. She wasn't keen on suppositories. It still embarrassed her when I touched her there and in the hospital, despite the panties she'd worn pulled back only on one side to let the burn breathe, that was part of why she accused me of staring at her ass.
The other part was undoubtedly because I was. Annie's ass is first class. Annie's ass is a delight to fill and clean out, to paddle and crop and belt, to cane. I looked around and picked up my favorite cane, smacking it idly against my leg as I checked the cabinet that was given over to canes, birch bundles, misery sticks and the things I always forgot the name of that were like cut down canes wrapped in a bundle.
Away from the cabinets, against the wall closer to Annie's lair, there was a sink and a first aid station for eye washes. No reason why, really. I would never play with someone's face other than slapping. But better safe than sorry.
The rest of the room was a wonderland of excess and kink. There were spanking horses, like rocking horses but with restraints to hold the hands forward, to tilt the rider forward and expose the upturned ass to correction. There were spanking benches that bifurcated, opening the legs so the spanker could stand within that vee and punish accordingly, or reach between the legs to do … whatever pleased. There were benches to kneel on, bent over and exposed, arms and waist and legs buckled down and everything nicely and lewdly exposed. There were massage tables with restraints and more than one St. Andrews Cross. There were O rings drilled into the ceiling and the floor and the walls. There were leashes and ties.
There were so many ideas I started writing them down. I didn't want anything to be random. I wanted all of it to mean something.
I hoped that Annie slept through the night. Because I had a feeling tonight, I wouldn't.
I didn't. I woke in the morning after a night of her dreams and mutterings and her morning hurry to get out of bed and dressed, showing as little of herself as she could.
"Annie."
She turned, surprised and obviously uncomfortable, and finished dressing fast. I shook my head at what she'd just put on. "Let's go for a run," I said.
