Caressing me more gently than it’s harsh purpose should allow. I couldn’t help it then, as I opened my eyes and looked up, my thick leather collar not allowing me to turn my head much. The crack of the paddle impacting the soft round flesh of my backside echoed in the room, my cry barely audible through the large pink gag that was tight in my lush red lips. She brought the paddle down four more times, and I could feel my backside redden, soar from the punishment that I knew I deserved; after all, she told me to keep my eyes closed. I had disobeyed. Such a naughty slut I was for wanting a glimpse of her leather clad body, and large menacing strap-on. My eyes watered and threatened to ruin the mascara that my love had