I held the ominous-looking leather birch rod in my hands.I held the ominous-looking leather birch rod in my hands. She stared at it fearfully, biting her lower lip. She knew when she had chosen the rod that it was one of the more painful forms of punishment available to her. The thin, unyielding leather was one of the crueler devices, yet it was she who had chosen it. "Turn around!" I ordered. The pretty strawberry blonde turned her back to me as she faced the far wall, staring straight ahead. The soft, dark leather of her skirt molded perfectly around her gorgeous ass. |