Switched In The Woods Near Berlin
Taking your city girl on a short country drive, making her walk in the woods just a little bit, ignoring her protests, assuring her that her manifestly inappropriate shoes and clothes won’t matter, we’re not going far, finding the right tree, tying her wrists above her head, lifting her skirt, baring her bottom, finding a nearby bush that will do for a switch, peeling it while she watches in growing apprehension, thrashing her bottom to a red glow while she alternates between screeching and worrying about who might be close enough to hear, then driving her home while she shifts from sore cheek to sore cheek on your automotive seat cushions… this is a time-honored and traditional way to pass a summer afternoon. We all know that.
Just how traditional is demonstrated by the appearance of this photograph by Hans G. Casparius in the book Voluptuous Panic: The Erotic World of Weimar Berlin:
Who said Germans didn’t know how to have fun?
Hmmm…I wonder why your description of a summer afternoon sounds so familiar to me? ;-D
Bethie
Been there, done that, have the t-shirt do you love?
Worrying about who might be close enough to hear? Or worrying about who might wander by and ask to participate in administering her punishment?