SPANKING | FETISH STORY | PHOTO ILLUSTRATED
Spanking Antonia should have proved to be an enjoyable task, after all, she had requested it, desired it, but it took a little more effort than I anticipated.
SPANKING | FETISH STORY | PHOTO ILLUSTRATED
Spanking Antonia should have proved to be an enjoyable task, after all, she had requested it, desired it, but it took a little more effort than I anticipated.
The first thwack lands and he marvels at the way her buttocks respond. A ripple of flesh speeds out from where the strap touches her. It is like dropping a stone into a pool of oil. She does not flinch or cry out. She knows the rules just as he does. He brings his arm back and the strop whispers through the air again, landing harder this time.
SPANKING | CANING | MASTER’S DIARY | SECRETARY
Dear Amber has tootled off to do some errands in the real world. Promising to return soon she has sent her friend Megan along to fulfil her role whilst she is away.
Amber has assured me that girl will bend over backwards 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.
Amber is an ultra efficient secretary but also relishes the feel of a hand across her backside. Once she gets the thought of this in her mind she sits at her desk wriggling as the tingling in her pussy gets worse. There is only one cure.
I felt, more than heard the swish of the strop as he swung it down towards the cheeks of my behind. There was a crack. I love those moments after the strike, the microseconds that it takes my body to transmit the stinging sensation from the buttocks to the brain. It has barely arrived before there is a second impact and then a third. The pain begins to blossom like an unfurling rose spreading between my legs.
A woman explores her deepest desires as the door to a new world opens
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.
BONDAGE | SUBMISSION | ILLUSTRATED STORY
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Beneath my heavy coat the knots that hold me tighten. Rope bites, pulling soft skin into leather wrinkles. The only clue to our purpose, the gag between my teeth, its buckle behind my head, catching strands of hair and causing pinpricks on my scalp.