On the first day of Christmas, my true love inspected me.
Naked. Kneeling. Bottom up, cheeks held apart.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love inspected me.
Naked, standing straight, elbows clasped behind my back.
With my clothes neatly folded in a pile at my feet.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love inspected me.
Naked but for a crotch rope, tugged tight against my cleft.
Tied to the bedframe, like a tethered animal.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love inspected me.
Cuffed naked to the four corners of my bed.
Squirming, seeping, aching to be read…
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love edged me.
Five. Tormenting. Times…
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love inspected me.
Naked as skillful fingertips tickled and teased my breasts.
Rolling and pinching, I obediently unflinching.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love inspected me.
Naked, as a firm hand gently cupped my crotch.
Just feeling the aching heat of my bare wet slit.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love inspected me.
As a treat, I got to don my school uniform.
My knickers were soaked when the time came to pull them down.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love inspected me.
I bent over naked, and touched my toes.
Clenching a hairbrush between my bottom cheeks.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love inspected me.
Naked in the dark, inquisitive fingers roaming.
Discovering my secrets, in the gloaming.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love inspected me.
I sat naked, ramrod straight, impaled upon a dildo chair.
Legs spread wide, bottom hole stretched and full.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love pleasured me.
Naked. No more secrets. All my pages read.
I came exhausted.
Spanked and fucked upon my bed.
- SpankingTheatre — Twelfth Night, 2017
