In The Mood For A Whipping
Today, regular customer-mistress mistress Karen madam has brought along her whip and is informing me that she is going to give me 25 lashes across my bare back – not because I have done anything wrong, or have failed to lickshine her boots properly, but simply because it is her time of the month and she is therefore in the mood to whip me.
Meanwhile her mighty husband, master Russell sir, rests his outstretched foot on the wooden footblock beneath my face and looks down on me with a mixture of freemanly pity and contempt writ large on his handsome face – his wife’s premenstrual, public whipping-boy!