The traffic moved increasingly slowly until at last it came to a standstill. The snow had been falling heavily for some time and outside the car windows the countryside was shrouded in a blanket of white while the road beneath me was thick with compacted snow on which more layers were relentlessly building up. Time eased passed and we were going nowhere. The road was high and exposed. I got out of the car and looked around.
All characters appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Tagged: boots , cane , hairbrush , handcuffs , riding crop , tawse. This blog is intended for adults only.
One of the breathtakingly erotic photographs published on the French site Red Charls. For my Hot Bottom Stories web site, I write spanking erotica. The intent of erotica is to get the reader "hot and bothered". I feel that I have succeeded if my reader is so turned on that they need to cum after reading my story.
We're at the bottom of the totem pole. You're the youngest son and I'm your. I have to do whatever your mom says. I have to just shut up.