[Available @ Amazon 2022?] It’s the 1920s, and when English capitalist Reggie, Lady Helena his ward, and their reluctant guide … More
[riffing anew on THIS blog posting… new pdf available when I’m good and ready] Maurice Ravel: La Valse / John … More
“We must not look at goblin men / We must not buy their fruits / Who knows upon what soil they fed / Their hungry thirsty roots?”
He spanked her hard again, and he felt her writhing against him, the heat and moisture of her sex against his leg, and again he spanked her.
“I think you are sobbing more from the humiliation than the pain,” he scolded her in a soft voice.
She was struggling not to make her cries too loud…
“And now, darling,” Mr. Palmato said, drawing her to the deep divan, “let me show you what only you and I have the right to show each other.” He caught her wrists as he spoke, and looking straight into her eyes, repeated in a penetrating whisper, “Only you and I…”
I placed her standing on a low small platform before me and secured her well with the ropes, lashing her wrists together above her. Then I proceeded to quickly, unceremoniously, strip her of her riding costume, her stockings, her boots, then all her undergarments, until she was naked and bound before me, helpless as I began to explore her once forbidden body.