Miss Hybrid Thigh Boots Mistress Is Not Happy

Miss Hybrid Thigh Boots Mistress Catches Felix

Still holding my ear, she takes a swipe at arse with her cane once more, catching me squarely across the cheeks.
“OW, Bloody hell, that hurt”. The words were out of my mouth before I could catch them.
“OH IT FUCKING HURT DID IT”, she yells in my face, “WELL THERE’S MORE OF THAT TO COME”, and she yanks harder on my ear and canes me once more.
I keep the yelp inside and meekly follow my ear.

“I have a party starting in under an hour, and you are fucking well playing at photographer. Well, I have a very important job for you”.
She drags me along, my now limp dick hanging forlornly from my flies, every five or six steps punctuated by the crack of the cane on my backside.