It's been sitting around for awhile awaiting an accompanying installment of a serial on his blog called The Office of Correctional Services. It very much reminds me from a post-caning scene in The Disciplined Husband where Sylvia administers that final sizzling stroke on Peter's bottom:
That bastard dragon cane descends with rapid ferocity and embeds itself across the lower curve of my buns.
"Yaaaahhhh!!" I yell, immediately releasing my hold on the desk as I jump up, my hands clutching my tortured backside. In my mind's eye I can picture six glowing red lines of fire decorating my smouldering rump. "Owow ... owwww," I wail. I can't help jumping around, almost falling over in the process and doing myself further injury.
"Take those off." Sylvia points to my trousers and pants bunched around my ankles. "I like to watch your spank dance and the clothes get in the way of my enjoyment."
Oh well, we can't have that, can we?! I level her a rueful glance as I kick off the offending items. Then, ignoring how absurd I must look, I continue to rub my stinging arse like mad whilst capering around the room, my balls swinging, my semi-flaccid cock flapping from side to side. It obviously amuses Sylvia who looks on with undisguised appreciation at my predicament.
"That's quite enough, Peter," she informs me after a minute or two. "Come downstairs with me. You can peel the vegetables for dinner."
"Yes ma'am." I groan as I bend to reach for my pants, the stretched skin feeling as though it's been set on fire.
"No. What do you think you're doing? Did I give you permission to put your clothes back on?"
"Come just as you are," she says, and leads the way.
Fantastic illustration, RedRump & thanks for sharing.
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