Didn't know you were into that sort of thing, old boy. Still, chaque un a son gout, I suppose.
I mean merely as a corrective measure, nothing sexual. Who would be in any7 way interested in chastising naughty, naughty girls, seeing the welts rise on their milky-white plumptious buttocks, hearing them squeal for mercy?
I mean merely as a corrective measure, nothing sexual. Who would be in any7 way interested in chastising naughty, naughty girls, seeing the welts rise on their milky-white plumptious buttocks, hearing them squeal for mercy?
Not me, that's for damned sure.
Oooh, you went a bit 100 Days of Sodom there.
You ever tried to read it? Eye-watering. Bit of an odd cove, the Marquis de Sade, it's fair to say.
You ever tried to read it? Eye-watering. Bit of an odd cove, the Marquis de Sade, it's fair to say.
They all got very weird in that period. I tried reading Theophile Gauthier's book on lesbianism, which, don't get me wrong, is a topic which suggests itself to me. But it's boring after a while.