Our local antique shop is a wonderful place, filled with all sorts of treasures. This vintage photo is a priceless peek into the past. Who is the woman, and what might she be thinking?
Complete the caption by leaving a comment below, and I'll publish them before our weekly brunch.
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Heidi admired her own soft flesh in the mirror, knowing that Rosco was surreptitiously peeking through the keyhole. She'd catch the naughty boy in the act this time, and give him a sound thrashing. The prospect of delivering a spanking was oddly titillating, or maybe just titillating.
- Rosco
P.S. Sorry, Hermione, I know you have something else in mind.
I'm not naked. I just don't have any clothes on.
Prefectdt
If you want me to drop my towel, it will cost you. Hand me my hairbrush and bend over the couch.
OK. I'm ready. When my boyfriend walks into this room, I'll bet he's going to feel the urge to pull this cloth the rest of the way off of my butt and then spank me. I can hardly wait.
The alabaster bosom will soon bloom with his hurried bite marks. The alabaster bottom will turn scarlet under the loving strokes of his fashionably thin leather belt. She blushes at the naughty thought that paints her alabaster cheeks the faintest shade of pink. Regretfully, the photograph cannot capture colours.
Dear Hermione, may I use your lovely photograph?
Well, my boobs are still sore from the crop last night but I can't see any marks
Hugs
Roz
Damned Amazon sent the wrong size skirt again.
After seeing me standing next to the bed like this, I can't believe the first thing he did was to put me over his knee and use that damned hairbrush on me. Now, given the way my bottom feels, I'm afraid to turn around and see what kind of damage he did back there.
I have a divine right.
Bathed and ready for her.
Love,
Ronnie
xx
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