Sinful Sunday: Soulful stripes

There comes a time when punishment is over. Time moves fast during a caning, and then, when the last stroke is delivered, it slows down. Nearly to a stop. There is pain, and there is peace.

She’d been warned about consequences of not doing university work before, and she knows that the punishment was an act of love, and she deserved it. No matter how much it hurt. 

But she knows, too, that he still has the cane in his hand, as a badge of office, almost. Justice is one of the strongest ties between master and willing slave. And, justice or not, she knows he’s hard for her. 

In a moment he’s going to hold her. And kiss her, and tell her she’s good, and he’ll help her get the overdue assignment finished. But for now, the assignment isn’t what matters. His need for her, and hers for him; that matters. In a few seconds, no more, they’ll be fucking. 

12 thoughts on “Sinful Sunday: Soulful stripes

  1. We preferred that they stand out. But only when I’m watching, or she’s looking at her arse in the mirror.

    She’s not the kind of girl to worry about a caned ass when she sits down. So she never did have that tell-tale little intake of breath when sitting on lecture room benches. Which benches are designed to be uncomfortable, to discourage students from dropping off to sleep while the lecturer is up there being fascinating. But submissive women are tough; that’s one thing I know.

    No one else knew, so they had no social effect. It was quite a popular course, so statistically she probably wasn’t the only one in that lecture room who was accountable, in a disciplinary sense, to a master or mistress. But those students never discovered each other.

    In photographic terms, I found that focussing on the detail of the stripes, without the curves and context, and with close-up detail, somehow made the stripes seem a little less intense than in the larger photo. I’m not sure why that is, either.

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