His hands had trembled slightly when he raised her dress. He was not as unmoved by her as he had been pretending to be.
She had waited while he lectured her brief;y. And, ludicrously, told her off for requiring him to punish her.
But then the first stroke came. It hurt; it burned across her bare skin. But somehow she felt it as intensity.
Something in her began to awake. This was not a dream.
Beautiful. Words and image.
Works so well, a full tale in so few words and just one image. Impressive!
Thank you! Glad you liked it!
I love the pretty welts and there is something seriously hot about the simple plain white panties
They are just the loveliest shade of link, aren’t they? (I mean the welts, of course.)
And it’s odd how something that simple (the plain knickers) can be so perversely hot. But there it is.
I love how much her body stands out in this image. <3
It’s taken in the castle dining room. It’s such a woody setting, and it really sets off my lovely model’s skin.
Oh, what a delightful image…….doesn’t even need the words for me. The picture tells the full story!! xx
Lovely image. The words work on their own too.
His shaking hands and her ripe bottom are such vibrant images.
finding this image almost timeless – it could be from any era
I love the words as much as the picture. The background, for some reason, intrigued me, perhaps the open door?
Lovely. Makes me rub my hands together…
Wonderful marks. Xx
This is a lovely image!