Another swish and the cane once more flashed onto my backside, the pain even worse this time as the cane was raised and thrashed against me; six times... seven times…..I started to sob in my throat as the pain and humiliation hit me. I covered the sobs with a grunt, trying ever so desperately to hide my pain. 11, 12 times then she stopped. I was in pain, far worse than on the hand, she knew how to use that cane; but I wasn’t going to show it, I had an image to uphold.I was now lying on the table,. ”Sonya scrunched up her face into a guilty smile.“I’m Michael,” I said, extending my hand. But instead of accepting the handshake, Sonya raised her blade, taunting me:“You wanna try again? Who knows, you might get lucky.”I DID get lucky. Not in the next match, mind you (she kicked my ass again, just as thoroughly as she had before), no, I got lucky later that night, after she invited me back to her dorm room to watch the big swordfight from Scaramouche.We hit it off so well, we wound up hardly. I know that I started all this, but I never expected things to go this far. All I could think was how Reddy was again going to take my wife tonight. “The next time I fuck your wife, it will be in your bedroom,” These were Reddy’s last words to me“Arun….” Kavita called me again and I came back to my senses. I looked at her blankly as if I had forgotten what she had asked me.“Did you text our address to Reddy?” Kavita asked me again“Yes.. I have” I replied sitting on the bed.Kavita. She had planned this, the fucking slut.As if confirming it all as I pounded into her, her lips moved to my ear and began to speak through her cries of pleasure. "That's it babe. Get ready to cum in me! Put those balls to work and make me your woman. I want you to knock me up tonight. Make me your woman permanently! Make me mother your black baby!" She whispered hungrily in my ear as I near came at her words."You know you want to. You want to fuck a black baby into my white womb! You want to.