‘The curious thing about this submission and punishment was that it made me grow even more fond of the person who administered it.’ Jean-
Jaques Rousseau Confessions.
Illustrated Spanking Fiction
Earl entered the library yesterday to find the lovely Sandra reading one of my creations which centered around erotic spanking in a fictional household. Sound familiar? This in itself was not a misdemeanor but the sight of her fingers creeping inside her knickers showed that she was clearly somewhat aroused by the text.
Earl appraised the scene from the doorway and here is his account of what happened next
The world fades. What is this place? We walk through large rooms with high, once white ceilings that are faded to parchment cream. All around paint and wallpaper is peeling and the once polished floors crunch with debris under my high heels. Most of the rooms are empty apart from the occasional piece of dust covered furniture shrouded as if their owners intended to one day return and reclaim them. As long as it is not today I think. In my nose there is the stale smell of neglect. Beneath my heavy coat the knots that hold me tighten. Rope bites pulling soft skin into leather wrinkles. Time seems to slip away. I feel the our hosts from the past watching me; the only clue to our purpose the gag between my teeth it’s buckle behind my head catching strands of hair causing pin pricks on my scalp.Continue reading
Illustrated Erotic Fiction
Rebecca, dreaming, silver skin slippery in the heat of the night. Golden hair cascading across the white pillows. Each breath of the hot, humid air only adding to her frustration. In her dream, lines of men, hard, tempting flesh standing out before them. She wanted them, wanted to touch them, feel them, all of them, inside her. Struggling against her frustration she writhed on the bed, white sheets twisting around her, binding her. The dream fading.Continue reading
Nude bondage is always a turn on and Meg is one of those spirited girls I never quite seem to be able to bring to heel. No matter how many times she says, ‘Yes Sir’ or ‘No Sir,’ she still smiles cheekily and misbehaves. So, I’ve had her stripped and bound and brought to the drawing roomContinue reading
She felt more than heard the swish of the strop as he swung it down towards the cheeks of her behind. There was a crack. She loved those moments after the strike, the microseconds that it took her body to transmit the stinging sensation from her buttocks to her brain. It had barely arrived before there was a second impact and then a third. The pain began to blossom like an unfurling rose spreading between her legs.Continue reading
Alas dear Amber has tootled off to do some errands in the real world. Promising to return soon she has sent her dear friend Megan along to fulfill her role whilst she is away. Amber has assured me that girl will bend to please but so far all she has done is flounce around the office chewing the end of her pen. Nor can she take dictation or transpose anything I say into a well typed letter. The time has come to act.
Erotic Poetry Spanking
Your Soft Unblemished SmoothnessContinue reading
Amber is definitely enjoying the role of a submissive and enjoys a firm hand. Well actually a bit more than a hand. These are her favourite pictures from her last encounter with the riding crop.Continue reading