Victorian night in the dungeon

I was entirely exposed from my waist down, showing the bottom of the corset and the garters and stockings, as well as my pink bits. My Master wasn’t going to be playing around – this was going to be a proper English caning, to show the Americans all around us how it was done. I find particularly horrifying the concept of getting extra strokes for moving out of position. If I move out of position, it’s because I’ve reached the utter limit of my self control. To have to take six (or worse, start from the beginning!) after that is the stuff of nightmare for me.