Not this time, I have been a very bad girl and I am in a lot of trouble. Having finally out slutted Soho and ran out of men to toy with in my usual haunt my partner in crime and I ventured further out into the depths of.. Islington.
As usual I was titties deep in tequila and disaster when a lovely young man suggested we went for "drinks" at his house round the corner in Old Street.
That is how I found myself getting fucked against a floor to ceiling glass window overlooking The City at 2am on Sunday morning. What I didn't expect was for him to take a second to stop pulling my hair and spank my bottom really hard. That really stung. That's also how I have a hand print sneaking out of where my tiny panties should be...
The scandalous musings of a (spoilt) spankee living in London and a retrospect of the adventures of Baker Street Submissive Escort Charlotte Campbell
