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He began spanking me.
"You are really an eyeful - my Lord told me - Your buttocks are
all bruised, and the marks are of many colours, blue, red, violet...
In two points where the branchlets hit with knots there are a few
drops of blood, but they are few indeed. I'm proud of my handywork."
He spanked me very well, slowly, hotly, with a good rhythm. The
pain on a flesh so punished was hard, but there was also, as Alex
had said, an intense pleasure. I was feeling high with endorphins
and begged: "Please, green, Master ...harder, my Master..." He
laughed, happily: "You wonderful slut of a slave!" In a few moments
I came - a wonderful, sweet, musked orgasm. My Lord embraced me
and cuddled me for a while. We were silent, for long, calm, serene
moments.
Then he advised me: "Darling, you happened to fall down the path
and bruise your face, didn't you?" "Huh?... What, Master?" "Honey -
he told with sweetness - the mark of my ring... we must find an
excuse of some kind..."
"Oh, my Lord - I answered - why must it be this way? I'm so proud
of your marks! I dream a world in which men and women of every
kind, taste and opinion can be free to act without
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