Every now and then, my whipping stopped, and my black-masked rapscallion would reach between my cheeks and slowly pull the ginger in and out, like he was stoking the fires within my arse. And I’d find myself gripping the top of the bench, moaning into my impromptu gag…”

From my latest deliciously devious story of masks, public spanking and anal figging…

Sandalwood and Ginger

Do you deserve a hot pink bottom?