Into the valley of Lust

Jonathan could hardly belive his luck. Here he stood, cane in hand, while the most gorgeous girl in college was laid out before him. Her legs were widely parted, leaving her tight panties on full display, the thin satin clinging to her pussylips. But even better, she had just opened her bra, and her magnificent tits, her claim to fame, lay bare before his eyes.

Jonathan moved closer, and gently prodded her left breast with the cane.

"Please Jonathan." Her voice was strained. "Isn't this how it works. Won't you let me go now?"

Jonathan almost laughed, and poked her right breast as well. He rather enjoyed how the tip of the cane left a small bright spot on her skin which quickly faded.
"Let you go? Dear, however charming your tits are, they're not worth 28 strokes. You'll have to do far more than just flashing to get out of this." Just to remind her what was at stake, he took a quick step back and delivered a strike to her thighs. CRACK! It wasn't as hard as the first ones, he didn't want to antagonize her now, just remind her what game they were playing.

It worked. She gave a surprised yelp, and her voice held a panicked tone. "Please, don't. What do you mean? What can I do?"

Jonathan smiled. He was certain she was turning over all options in that pretty little head. He could off course give her the answer, but he wanted her to figure it out on her own. It was much more fun this way. Imagination, it seemed, wasn't her strong side, as she took his silence as a hint to start guessing. "You can touch me. You could play with my tits. Please, don't hit me again." Jonathan, however, did hit her again! CRACK, his cane came crashing down again, this time creeping closer to her crotch. He wanted her to panic, wanted her to offer what she didn't want to.

"OUCH! Please. I could take off my panties. You can kiss my tits. Please!" Jonathan grew tired of the guessing game, and decided to give her a hint. He smiled his most predatory grin, and once again moved the cane to her magnificent breasts. Kissing and touching them sounded nice, allthough he would most likely bite and grope. But that was a bit to tame. The way she presented herself, combined with her pleading, had not left him unmoved. His dick was swelling within his pants, and was by now noticable erect. As he moved closer he leaned in over her, and his stiff manhood ground against her pantyclad pussy. But allthough this could be fun, he was after a bit more than a dryhump. He let the cane rest near her right nipple, and then rolled it across her funbag before coming to a rest in the valley between those mouthwatering melons. As he suggestively moved it back and forth, she finally made an offer that was worth 26 strokes.

"I can give you a titty fuck. Surely, that counts for something?"