The dark corner sat empty, save for a pair of cuffs dangling from the ceiling. Not their style. She turned searching- but not for long. The bench was on the stage this month, prominent, spot-lit. She turned to him with a pleading look, a look he did not see. He had noticed the bench too, … Continue reading Rising Above
I'm not one to run, and not very fast. I make exceptions for things like being chases by bears. . . or, perhaps, spankers.
So easy to loose one's balance with the waves, smooth rocks, not to mention the spanking. Falling would only make matters worse, with the spanking continuing on a wet bottom. Unless, of course, she can swim fast enough to excape. . .
I think I'm missing something here- as is she. Nothing a spanking can't fix, I'm sure.
Nothing like a nice day at the pool- very relaxing, and, of course, excellent people-watching.
An instalment of the Sarah Saga The lower floor of The Club had filled nicely as Sarah and Tina had played, and Sarah soon lost herself in the sea of shiny black. Sarah smiled as she remembered the anxiety that had been involved in choosing her own outfit. She needn’t have worried; it would be … Continue reading Diving Deeper
Poor girl, having to face so many people at this particular moment. Though I don't fancy the idea of having my bum on display, I'd think facing the other way would be far less embarrassing.