Chapter Eleven
And so, for the rest of what became a magical, terrible, soul-wrenching and body-challenging weekend, Mistress Maude put me and Hattie through our paces. The cheerfully sadistic domme took great delight in spanking every erogenous nerve ending in our bound and splayed bodies past any limits it had ever been subjected to. This included stretching our back passages more than they had ever been (to the point that Peter the Great no longer left me more than excitingly sore). By the time I drove back to the airport (with Hattie in the back receiving one final parting gift of a hand spanking, to ‘bookend’ her reacquaintance with her submissive roots), my Mistress and I were bonded in a different way. The shared ordeal of being forced to submit so deeply seemed to bring us closer
