THE GARDENER S GIRL
“Are you getting the message now Bitch?” Richard asked as the cane landed across her bottom again and again. “Yes Sir!” she snivelled. Her tits and cunt were already sore from the whipping they had received. He had stretched her arse wider than any cock had ever done when he rammed one of the empty wine bottles up it. Maybe that was the root of the problem, maybe if she hadn’t drunk quite so much wine then maybe she would have behaved better and maybe her punishment would have been less...