In The Garden Of Welts
She’s in a secluded outdoor garden:
She’s well and truly fixed in place:
She’s, yes, a bit apprehensive, and with good reason:
What follows is a private whipping party, complete with two men, several whips, a cane, an astonishing array of brilliantly-colored whip welts, and a bottle of wine.
Not the most civilized garden party I’ll grant you, but pleasant enough in its rough way.
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this IS delicious