“Well, knowing our heroine, can you have any doubt what her answer was? She immediately agreed, and she was marched into the isolated shack, whose dusty windows were too opaque even to permit an observer to see what might be going on inside. The shed had the sort of utilitarian clutter one expects from such places, but in the center and bolted to the floor was a wooden saw horse. Though our heroine did not notice it, leather thongs were threaded through eye bolts screwed into the bottoms of each leg. She was clearly not the first naughty girl taken to that setting to undergo the sort of discipline that the stern Officer enjoyed dispensing.”
By this point, the rapt audience for Avery’s story had each orgasmed twice, both enthralled by his tale as Naomi’s ass and thighs continued to be gent
