Have you been bad? Is that why you’re here, lying over a pile of pillows on my bed, ropes binding your wrists and ankles, waiting.
As you twist round you can look up at me as I test the heft of the tawse, adjusting my position so that, with my arm fully extended, it lies across the width of your bottom.
Even now, you can feel its weight.
It’s not a toy, this. It’s a relic from some Scottish school, gathered up and offered for sale by a collector of these things
How many hands, how many bottoms, has this hurt before yours? How many others have looked up in fear, waiting for it’s heavy streak of fire to land?
“Count them!” I demand, taking a deep breath to steady and centre myself. I can feel my focus narrowing, adrenaline putting my body in “fight” mode, for now the hunter rather than the prey.
I put this post up for last week’s Sinful Sunday then almost immediately took it down again, suddenly finding myself uneasy to have depicted, or at least implied, such a violent male-on-female act. A friend, admittedly a rather masochistic one, said she liked it and I should put it back up, so here it is.
I’m so glad you decided to put this back up because I missed out on it last time around.
It’s a beautifully evil implement and I don’t believe this post depicts violence at all but a wonderfully consensual scene. But I can understand complex mix of emotions.
*Bends over and wiggles* 😀