It’s my final formal spanking session with Mr Richards, professional disciplinarian! And I’m suspicious that he might have something special in mind. By which I mean something *severe*. Dressed in stockings, suspenders, high heels and silk lingerie, I come into his formal punishment room. There are a dizzying array of implements waiting for me! Surely he doesn’t plan to use all of them? Some of them look incredibly severe (like the cane, or the carpet beater, or the heavy leather strap).
But as the punishment progresses, I can’t help but start to enjoy it, and in all honestly, I don’t want it to end. I wonder if Mr Richards is picking up on this? Something tells me that perhaps he is…
