Girl on her knees

Thursday night. My visit to Lila is due.

My punishment is in process. More exactly, it has just started. I got only 19 strokes of 600. My back is still raw, i suppose tonight i will be punished on some other part of my body. Only you never know it with Lila. The girl is wonderfully whimsical. Like a fairy.

She is smiling at me as usual. How i love her. i simply crave to be humiliated by her.

She sees about that immediately after i have kissed her feet, ...

Monday night. Lila arrives.
She kisses my lips. i kiss her feet.
She smiles at me.
“Tonight you will be punished, dear.”
“Thank You, dearest.”
She used to torture me, but she never punished me before. If there was some debate between us, she always insisted that we sit down together, fully clad, as equals, and talk the thing over. These talks generally concluded in my admitting being wrong and kissing her feet. i love her so much that i can't bear being right ...