“I hate it when Darren canes me right across the sit spot,” confides J. “Where the thighs and bum meet is so tender I feel those strokes for hours. No wonder I’m twisted into such an ungainly and dignified pose in this picture (from the early ‘90s) – it really, really hurts!”
Ever inventive Darren looks for ways to ring the spanking changes – J loves to be surprised by new ideas – but they don’t always work.
A double failure here, first the trestle (adapted from Ikea) was too light and jerked forward almost throwing J on the floor. Secondly a birch (fashioned from the genuine article gathered in local woods) proved overly harsh and risked cutting poor J’s pale skin.
The session ended prematurely with an OTK application of cold cream and a digital (not in the computer sense…) reward for a brave girl too sore for the customary conclusion
The image of the lovely bottom in polka dot pants looks as if it may come from the talented camera of Red Charles
