Pandora looks like a spankable dream in this erotic and beautiful Victorian Spanking Scene.The pretty girl endures cane and strap across her glorious round and soft bottom.
Nervously, she waits. She’s been told that he’s a distinguised gent; a good customer. The madame has warned her that he’s a particular favourite, and she’s expected to please him. So she’s done her hair in ribbons, and tied her corset up as tight as it will go. Mrs Slater tested her, and told her she has promise. But she must impress him if she’s to keep a roof over her head.
He’s younger than she expected: a trim beard, eyes that glint in the candlelight. Open at the collar, his white shirt parts to reveal dark, curling hair. He leans back to look at her, his gaze raking over her body. She gazes back at him unafraid. She’s curious to meet this favourite customer – he sounds like an odd one. She likes odd ones.
He’s taking his time, which makes her feel restless. Why don’t they get down to business – doesn’t he find her attractive? But from the glitter in his eyes, it seems clear that he does.
He begins to give her instructions. Obedient, she stands up; bends over until the white cotton of her bloomers is stretched taut over her round buttocks. She wiggles, smiling as she hears him move, and feels his hands on her. She knew she could get him interested.
When he bids her lift her petticoat to reveal her cunt, naked under the skirts, she thinks she knows what’s coming next. So when he pulls her across his lap, she’s surprised. She dangles there, bottom upturned, feeling exquisitely exposed. The sting as he brings the flat of his hand down across her rump is more embarrassing than painful.
Once her bottom is pinkened to his liking, he has her stand and bend over again, this time with her petticoats lifted, her bottom bared to the kiss of the night air. It’s still a little striped from when the madame tested her. Mrs Slater told her he wouldn’t mind that; he likes the marks.
True enough, her bottom seems to meet with his approval, but he isn’t satisfied until he’s left his own mark on it. First a leather paddle that sends the breath out of her with every slap. Then, when her buttocks are already throbbing, he lays a long cane across them. Every swish of it makes her heart stop, and when it lands it burns lines of fire into her, making her yelp.
Only after he’s welted her bottom to his satisfaction does he sit back, telling her to keep her skirts raised. He bids her turn around slowly, watching her with pleasure. Now she’s been punished, the exposure makes her cheeks flush as it didn’t before. It seems an age before he pulls her onto his lap, and finally proceeds to touch her in more familiar ways…
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