Sacrilege

Last night was a rare Friday that I was both off work and staying with Sir. It was First Friday, the local Art Walk night, and very warm. The town was busy, and there were people everywhere. I was enjoying the local art, music, and beer along with and Sir, Mrs D, and their friends.

When it was time to go, I walked back toward my car. I had parked in a church parking lot. Suddenly a man, who looks suspiciously like the man in this painting, pulled my skirt up above my waist, and exposed the fact that I was wearing only tiger-stripped tights and nothing else underneath. I started struggling and protesting. There were others around, but no one intervened.

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He laughed.

He forced me to bend over so that my barely covered ass was exposed even more. I squirmed more, but his hand in my hair gripped tighter. Then he began to spank me.

Eventually I stopped fighting.

Then he walked away and left me there with my skirt still hiked up above my waist.

The first words out of my mouth were “Thank you Sir.”

WWJD differently? I think he would have taken a photo for #SinfulSunday… 😉


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