roger-50360282 @roger-50360282
The wooden table beneath me is cold and unforgiving. The air is stale and thick with the scent of sweat and fear. I lie here, my arms stretched out before me, my legs straight behind me. My body is exposed to the world, completely nude save for a hint of pubic hair that frames my sex. My breasts are heavy, hanging from my chest like ripe fruit. They tremble ever so slightly with each ragged breath.
My ass is round and saggy, the muscles soft and lax from years of hard labor. The weight of my hips pushes them outward, making me look even more curvaceous than I am. It's a cruel trick of nature, one that has made me a target for men all my life. Now, as I lie here waiting to be spanked, I feel the sting of humiliation and shame.
I've been in this prison for what feels like an eternity. The days blend together into a never-ending cycle of drudgery and despair. But today is different. Today is the day of my punishment, and I'm not sure if I can bear it. As I lie here, waiting for the lash to fall, all I can think about is how much I hate this place, and how much I want to escape.
