nudeboy
Executioner
Thank you for your kind comments about my first attempt at fiction. Encouraged, I've had another 'crack!' Rather than writing complete stories, which I'll leave to others more talented, I think I shall be specialising in shorter pieces, 'snapshots of perversion' if you like. Once again I've chosen some pictures for illustration/inspiration. Enjoy!
Damn, this corner’s uncomfortable! I wonder if Fat Slave Girl is as stiff and cold as I am? I wish I could still feel her naked skin against mine. Her hip against my hip. Her thigh against my thighs. But we’ve only got ourselves to blame.
When Mistress sent us to face the wall after our paddling she was very clear – no talking and definitely NO touching. Hands on heads at ALL times. She trusted us enough to leave us alone, so no wonder she was so angry when she came back, what with FSG’s hand gently pumping my erection and my fingers buried between her chubby cheeks, seeking out her glory pearl. And she could clearly here us whispering to each other: “You SO deserved that paddling, you perverted prick!...Yeah, well I hope she stripes your fat arse good, you kinky slut!”
And that’s why we find ourselves standing in separate corners now. That’s why Mistress is selecting one of her heaviest canes. And that’s why our sentence has doubled from twenty-five each to fifty. All we can do now is wait until she decides it’s time to call us out and order is over her large caning bench.
At least then we’ll be side by side again.
Damn, this corner’s uncomfortable! I wonder if Fat Slave Girl is as stiff and cold as I am? I wish I could still feel her naked skin against mine. Her hip against my hip. Her thigh against my thighs. But we’ve only got ourselves to blame.
When Mistress sent us to face the wall after our paddling she was very clear – no talking and definitely NO touching. Hands on heads at ALL times. She trusted us enough to leave us alone, so no wonder she was so angry when she came back, what with FSG’s hand gently pumping my erection and my fingers buried between her chubby cheeks, seeking out her glory pearl. And she could clearly here us whispering to each other: “You SO deserved that paddling, you perverted prick!...Yeah, well I hope she stripes your fat arse good, you kinky slut!”
And that’s why we find ourselves standing in separate corners now. That’s why Mistress is selecting one of her heaviest canes. And that’s why our sentence has doubled from twenty-five each to fifty. All we can do now is wait until she decides it’s time to call us out and order is over her large caning bench.
At least then we’ll be side by side again.
