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The Governess of Spanking Dreams adjusted the knees of her pet, Charlotte, to make her bottom stick out, and be at a better height for whacking with the plimsol.
Then she adjusted her spanking stance, and patted the cheeks of Princess Spanky, testing for the comfort and accuracy of her swing.
She raised the plimsol, and the height was perfect for whacking hard and true. her pet trembled in anticipation.
more to come…
Asa
Love the two antique stools and of course charlottes bare arse…superb
What a phenomenal photo shoot! I’m sure that Sam would be a strict mistress, just as I am sure that Char would murmur seductively as her bum was warmed and made to blush from the plimsole beating! I naturally put the magnificent Charlotte on a pedestal in my mind, she is so exquisite a beauty; it is so pleasing to see her elevated on a step stool for discipline.
Sometime, with her permission, I would love to see a close-up photo of Charlotte’s bum crack, or will that have to remain in my most fervent, fevered fantasies?
Two lovely girls enjoying themselves ……….
Not at all, I aim to please.
Hmmm methinks I should attend to you Jean Marie, naked, in the same position. If you reply, call me Mistress.
How could I read your words and not reply, Mistress?
I am absolutely quaking as I strip-off. I feel like I need to pee, but when I sit my bum on the cool toilet seat, I can’t. I think about how sizzling hot my bottom flesh will soon be, and the thought inspires me to part my vulva and tease my erect clit, smoothing my arousal all around. I’m almost instantaneously on the brink of of a climax. Your commanding voice interrupts my reverie, Mistress, as you bark out why it’s taking me so long. I come out of the loo and assume the position you prescribe, feeling so vulnerable with my bare bum so outstretched. God, I hate the plimsole; it stings so much! And you are not shy about administering a bum-full of wallops. After each spank, I try to be a good girl and thank you for its benefits, but am soon blubbering incoherently. You are SO strict, Mistress! I hate that about you, even as it makes me worship you simultaneously.
When you deign that I’ve suffered enough, that my big bum is bright and ruddy enough, you tell me that I may dismount from the step-stool.I immediately go to my knees, press my tear-streaked face into your skirt. My head being at crotch level, my face is buried in your sex through the layers of fabric. Even still, I can smell your arousal. I look up into your eyes imploringly. I would love nothing more than to service you, give you a measure of pleasure in exchange for the punishment you treated me to so generously. May I have permission to raise your skirt and lower your knickers to give you pleasure, Mistress? Would you like for me to lick your sex, or crawl around behind you and tongue your backside? I await your command, Mistress. Please let me please you…