Soft strokes of a hand across the warm curves of my arse. Gentle, making me tremble and shift as best I could against the restraints. I would have ground my thighs together if my legs were not grotesquely strapped apart.
‘So lovely. So soft and smooth. Such a shame to have to mark it,’ SHE said.
‘It’s necessary,’ HE replied. ‘She needs to have her wilfulness beaten from her. ‘Spare the rod; spoil the slut’.’

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