Not so fast!

I softly cupped her chin in the palm of my hand.
"Janey", I said, "will you stop using rude language?"
I stepped back and picked up a riding crop.

"Devil, have sex with me, please!" she begged.

I ran the tip of my crop along the sole of her left foot. It bore a thin red welt from her previous flogging, nothing more.
"What we are doing now is sexy enough, isn't it?" I asked.
I looked at her right foot: it had been virtually spared by the whipping too.

"I want your dick inside of me, please!" she insisted.

"'Dick' is not a word to be used by a respectable girl", I said. Twenty strokes from the riding crop on her already scarlet inner thighs were the price for her rude language.

"Jayne", I said with an authoritative voice, "next time you use improper language, the soles of your feet are gonna feel that cane I used on your buttocks!"
While saying this I ran the tip of my crop along the sole of her right foot.

I started walking around, pondering over how to use her next. She broke the silence: "Devil, please, make love to me!"
"Jayne", I answered, "you're body is in such a mess! It inspires more raw desires than love and softness to me."
"Devil", she continued. "Possess me. Have me. Penetrate me. Please!"

My wife and our newborn child were in holidays at relatives'. Our house was free. Jayne had just shown a real will to cooperate, so I decided to take her to our sitting room to continue this session more relaxedly. I pressed a button on the control panel in order that Jayne comes to the floor, then removed her straps.
"Stand up", I ordered.

She did. I picked up the cane I had promised her if she ever used rude language once again.
"Keep minding your language", I warned her.

I showed the door to her and she walked towards it. Just watching her ruined body walk was exquisite. I followed her, closed the door, and she climbed the stairway to our house. I guided her to our sitting room and invited her to sit her in a leather armchair.

She hesitated but, seeing my insisting look, she did so. She couldn't help moaning with pain. For sure, after what I had done to her buttocks, thighs and back sitting in that leather armchair must have been uncomfortable to her.

"Would you like to drink something?" I asked.