I thought I’d try writing something for Flash Fiction Friday. I hope you like my perspective on this week’s picture.
The instructions he had received in the post from his Domme had been very clear. He was to be whipped. But this was to be no simple punishment.
First, he was to drive out to the remote beach at the specified time. A route map and GPS coordinates had been provided.
Then he was to strip naked and wait, pressed against the rock, for his Domme to arrive. The photo with an ‘X’ marked on it had made it clear where he was expected to stand.
The burning heat of the sand hurt his bare feet, and he shifted his weight to try to relieve the discomfort slightly. Still this was what he had been commanded to do.
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