Birthday spanking
I’ve uploaded a couple of free clips to my website. They were filmed a few months ago now, and they're more of a general taster than an example of my commercial work, but I found them on my hard drive and it occurred to me that you might appreciate them.
It was my birthday, you see. And my lord took me out to the lovely little gastropub in Wimbledon which we’d already decided we liked on Valentine’s day, and he lavished on me roses and pink champagne and more nice food than I could eat, and then we drove home and he turned the camera on and ordered me to take off all my clothes (except my lipstick-red 4" stilettos) and come and kneel in front of him. The resulting evening was rather intimate, somewhat edgy, and exceptionally hot. These clips are of the few parts of it suitable for public consumption. ;)
They were filmed solely for our private use (I didn’t even have the website back then) and are therefore completely candid – no scripts, no acting, just the two of us doing what we do, and my wriggles and squeaks are for once entirely genuine. I hope you enjoy the glimpse into our secret and sordid little world :)
You were particularly wriggly that evening... it's a good job I put the camera a way back or you'd have wriggled right out of shot.
ReplyDeleteYes sir, and I'm very thankful for your years of experience :)
ReplyDeleteIt didn't help that my front half was putting its weight on a chair with wheels. You did that deliberately, didn't you...
This creates a wonderful image and lends itself to proposing a race down the high street. My imagination is running riot at the prospect of seeing a group of "racers" being propelled by strap wielding "drivers"
ReplyDeleteWould the racers be wearing roller skates, for extra added mobility? :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Abel! I've been a fan of your blog for a while, I'm really pleased that you like my writing :)
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