“Now brace yourself,” she warned him, “I’m going to give you twelve of the best.  Hold steady and don’t you dare move.” The cane whistled through the air a dozen times.  Caroline put all her heart and soul into administering the punishment.  Such was her enthusiasm that her hips twisted at ninety degrees and her feet almost left the floor as she laid it on.  “Now,” she said, “have you anything to say to me?  Look at me.” John was weeping and felt embarrassed to turn around.  He slowly turned, wiping the tears from his eyes and gazed into her beautiful eyes.  He could hardly believe that such a beautiful young lady could be so cruel and vicious.  Clearing his throat, he snivelled, “I am truly sorry, Caroline.  I didn’t mean to offend you or Jane.  Please forgive me.” “Don’t think I’m finished with you yet,” she informed him.  “Lie on the floor.  Face up.  I want to see you squirm.” Although John was very self conscious about her looking at his cock and balls, he did what she ordered.  He wasn’t ready for what she did next. In a moment, she put her foot on his stomach and lifted herself up so that she was standing on him.  Her boot sank into his blubbery guts.  He shrieked as he bore her weight. “Ow!  No, please?” he begged.  “Please don’t.” Caroline wasn’t impressed by his objections and stood her ground.  She enjoyed the feel of his soft flesh beneath her boots.  Tiny step by tiny step, she walked across his stomach and chest.  With each little movement, he grunted and groaned.  He found her heels to be the most painful part of her torture.  The thin, pointed stilettos dug into him with extreme pressure.  Each time that he objected or pleaded with her to get off, she would simply tell him to shut up, and prod him even harder.  “I am truly, truly sorry, Caroline,” he sobbed.  “I’m not finished with you yet,” she snarled.