Sunday, 9 October 2011

Sunday musing


There I was, walking the dog, and this popped into my head.

“What punishment should I give to my naughty, naughty boy, hmmm?”
Punishment?
Five minutes ago, Dolan had been with his partner as he crept through the woods, on the trail of a demon. Now he was lying naked on his back on a rubberised floor, looking up at a leather clad arse and with the business end of a whip trailing over his balls.
Dolan was always happy to be a naughty boy but if those killer heels got any closer to his crotch he’d be fucking terrified.

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