Sometimes, in the middle of a perfectly tedious day, there can come across your path, a touch of wanton wickedness. An unexpected erotic jolt, that causes the sweet submissive’s butterflies to spring to life. A deliciously decadent email popped into my inbox, and read as follows:
Your blog is quite delicious. Providing discipline to unruly women is the job of the truly evolved man. Sadly, some shirk their responsibilities. Perhaps this could be a subject for one of your future creations. As for me, no symphony has ever produced a more beautiful sound than the swish made by hand, crop, or whip, as they sail through the air toward their ultimate destination – the wriggling bottom of a needful woman. And when hand, crop, or whip finally arrive, and spread their crimson sting toward the soul of a woman; that is when we know we are truly alive.
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