This is the third and last part of our photo sets from our trip with the Trans-Siberian Railway through Russia. You can find the first two parts here and here.
He had already left a while ago. But her head was still spinning. She replayed the evening in her mind, re-enacting the various stages of the session. How she had waited for him, lying on the bed, completely nude. Anticipation.
How he had told her to put on her panty hose (and nothing else) at his arrival, only to pull it down again roughly to expose her bare bottom after he had bent her over the desk. How the cane strokes had rained down one after another on her naked skin, slowly and systematically. How she had hissed and struggled, but managed to stay in position. Pain.
How he had ordered her to stand up and kneel on the chair in the corner of the room, her hands behind her back, the panty hose still pulled down, exposing her marked buttocks. How he had sat down on the bed and she had felt his eyes resting upon her, admiring his handiwork. Silence.
How he had come over to her, lifted her up and carried her to the bed. How he had stroked her, as she was lying there, whispering words of appraisal into her ear. How he had finally stood up with the promise to return the following week, taking a last look at her, still lying curled up on the bed the panty hose in a puddle on the floor, in the mirror before he left. Bliss.
She stood up, grabbed the panty hose and walked over to the mirror. She looked at herself, smiling proudly. Never had she felt as sexy and womanly as she did these days. This was the best way she had ever decided to spend her money. And he really seemed to like his job, too. A perfect arrangement.