Giving My Butt Some Loving
Spanking Fiction: It would be a shame not to make use of your rosy butt
How much longer would I have to hold this pose? Moving a muscle, or twitching my toe was met with an impatient sigh.
Thinking back, agreeing to be his model was fast becoming a regret. Surely in this day and age, he could simply take a photo and paint from that image? But perhaps I should stop moaning — after all he was paying extremely well for me to simply lie here in my knickers. There were harder ways to earn a few quid, and he was cute in a geeky way.
Be my model?
It began a few weeks ago when he approached me in the bar where I worked, charming and persuasive, explaining the project. A collage of the human form. Made up of paintings, sketches and other media. But he wanted to create a watercolour of me which meant I would need to sit for longer. This was reflected in my wage.
In the studio - spank me
As he paints the time passes and I drift off, suddenly brought back to reality by him holding out a glass of white wine, saying he has finished for the day.
Rising from the floor the cold glass of the goblet brushes my nipple.
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