Come now, you are raised on corporal punishment-a strict governess, public school, Sandringham, the barracks. and if it's from a sexy mistress, skilled in the arts of sadistic punishment, like yours truly, then all the better." "Yes, mistress. It's true, who could not resist the magnificent Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester." "I know what sentence a court-martial would pass.
As he glanced up from his restrained position, he noted the wooden paddle cradled in her silk-gloved hand. She lifted her arm and whacked the paddle against the brigadier's backside. His flabby arse wobbled like the jellies cook created with the hundreds of brass moulds in her kitchen.
and she certainly didn't want to stain any of her precious canes and floggers with a slave's blood. The leather bands were heavy and thick and would deliver a suitable whack on Brigadier Trumpington's arse.
She nestled the flogger's handle in her hand, and her fingers wrapped around it in comfort.
To get him warmed up for what was to follow, Lady Sally gave him another almighty whack with the wooden paddle. He was used to this, had attended Lady Sally on many occasions and willingly subjected himself to all manner of punishments, but he was nervous.
He'd deeply offended Lady Sally by not joining her airship adventure, and he was not going to get off lightly.
My workshop has been working over-time to get them ready.