With the lipstick

Sometimes when Emily was here, on either side of the action, she noticed some would exorcise their work or home demons, getting out the aggression they felt that they had no other outlet for. Some were genuine masochists, loving whatever people were willing and able to do to or with them as the time allowed, others real sadists getting off on pushing and testing the limits of those who came here to submit.

Emily however was a little different, her job was actually fun – especially compared to other places she'd been at in the past and she enjoyed being on both ends of this arrangement so she operated on a simple philosophy, treat others how you want to be treated. In general that meant some spanking, some rope bondage – as elaborate as time and skill allowed – and a little mess should supplies be available.

However on this occasion she was here on impulse, so her personal supplies weren't up to her usual standard. Having inspected the ****, taking her time to run a finger or her hand over every spot, every mark that had been inflicted, she decides where she wants to start.

Taking out the lipstick she starts on her back writing a simple “I” and then with a word on each cheek follows up with “deserve” and “this” in big red waxy lettering before reaching for her paddle

“I'm going to give you ten and I want to hear you thank me after every one, IS THAT CLEAR?” Accentuating the last 3 words with a couple of test spanks