Sometimes it’s the Master who’s the brat. “Come on, Arethusa, I wanna play!”
“Mmmph. I’m not.”
Master goes off, makes a cup of tea. It turns out not to be as good as sex.
Master picks up the cane. He knows how to wake Arethusa.
But at this last second he takes this pic, of resting peace. Then …
Oh those welt marks
Very naughty … but impressive marks !!!
Xxx – K
The narrative ended at the most interesting point.
Ha, that must have been some awakening.