CAMELOT FANTASIES

I jumped when the strings hit my ass. The sensation was light through the cotton of my skirt, and it was coupled with a sound like raindrops against a window. She whipped me again, and then again. None of them hurt, but with each strike I felt the dampness between my legs growing.

As suddenly as she had begun, she stopped striking me. I pressed my face into the pillow to stifle a moan, then felt her hand stroking my ass, gently, smoothing down the fabric of the skirt over my buttocks

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