His Pretty Princess
He sighed with pleasure as he stood behind his young wife as she bent over the rough chair for his pleasure. He liked to by her sensual underclothes and she had taken care, as she knew she must, that her white outfit of Basque, knickers and stockings showed off her sweet backside to its best effect.
Not that even perfect presentation would save her from the severe cane he now pressed tight over the fullness of her bottom cheeks, she knew she was simply prolonging the moment for him to savour before that cane would elicit gasps, wails and cries for mercy, all of which she knew would be useless.
But after she was allowed to stand and rub her tender bottom there would be the healing time when he would show her just how much he loved her.
He sighed with pleasure as he stood behind his young wife as she bent over the rough chair for his pleasure. He liked to by her sensual underclothes and she had taken care, as she knew she must, that her white outfit of Basque, knickers and stockings showed off her sweet backside to its best effect.
Not that even perfect presentation would save her from the severe cane he now pressed tight over the fullness of her bottom cheeks, she knew she was simply prolonging the moment for him to savour before that cane would elicit gasps, wails and cries for mercy, all of which she knew would be useless.
But after she was allowed to stand and rub her tender bottom there would be the healing time when he would show her just how much he loved her.