Pale ass cheeks glow red from repeated smacks, bound man prone on the black leather bench, ankles and wrists locked in cuffs. Blonde dominatrix towers in black corset, plaid skirt with cutouts flashing her thighs, fishnets leading to knee-high boots. She circles, hand raised, delivering sharp cracks that make flesh jiggle and welt up. His hooded head presses into the padding, body stretched out, utterly exposed. What makes her pause to inspect those glowing marks so close? She adjusts his position, prying thighs wider, teasing the vulnerability before the next barrage lands harder. Leather creaks. Breath quickens.
