Last week, in the guise of Camilla and her pimp Carlo, I was treated to a rather severe but at the same time, rather yummy caning.
Camilla, whilst ‘on tour’ in New York, had managed to become so drunk with a favoured client that rather than servicing him as he desired, she passed out in his hotel room. Cue one irritated client, one £3k refund and one apoplectic Carlo, who takes the motto ‘Your Pleasure is Our Business’ rather seriously. So poor Camilla, rather than being treated to a Christmas meal out and a few drinks was treated to a Christmas caning of over fifty strokes of the cane, with at least half being directed onto her sweet spot and thighs. Much rudery then ensued…and Camilla slept on her stomach.
Therefore, the next day, Jessica had a very sore bottom. Travelling to work on the train, I wriggled and blushed when someone looked at me. Each time I sat, I felt the blood rush along the still-stark welts, especially the ones in the crease of my bottom. Even when walking round the office, I could feel the burn.
It felt – hot. And good. And I really wished I wasn’t at work so that I could retire to bed with my new toy and relive the experience again and again.
I love marks.
Jessica, to be honest, this post makes me feel rather envious of Carlo.
You are not unique in enjoying the afterglow and marks.
Will they be renewed over Christmas, whatever happens have a good one. ;D
Warm hugs,
Paul.
ooo, I LOVE marks too!!
*visualizing*
Oooh yay for pretty marks
I thought said client promised not to tell Carlo? Is he a tell tale like a certain Juliet I could mention?!