Chapter Two …
The Fat Red Welt
On occasion Sarah posed nude for Jeremy Loudon, but only when he was in the mood and had the time to paint. Painting was a refreshing change for him after long hours in the theatre nursing bratty actors with their dialogue.
She walked in today and he stared her down for several minutes.
“Pose for me,” he said.
Her eyes lit up, but suspiciously so. “And how would you like me?”
“Stripped naked with a red hot welt seared into your ass.”
Hearing the sound of his voice, she practically creamed her panties. That smooth vibrato aroused her, and when aroused by his sadistic musings mini-orgasms erupted inside her belly.
“You really mean that?” she bashfully asked. She could already feel the fear all through her body.
“What do you mean, do I really mean it?”
