Photography of an Irish Transvestite in Berlin

My mistress brought me to the old house and led me into the lane, I was wearing only a silk nightdress, it was loose and as I walked over to the derelict shed she ordered me to let it drop so it barely covered my bare backside, she positioned me between the dark and light, I felt the first whack of the sally rod as it hit off my buttocks, I grabbed a metal hanger to hold tight as she targetted my backside and for the last four strokes she aimed at my thighs, the more I whimpered and moaned it seemed to drive her further to inflict pain, most times she delivered ten to twelve strokes of the harsh sally rod, on Monday she went on, she hit my arms, and midrift as her temper increased then as I went to pull up the silk across my sore body she screamed " you little tramp; I am not finished" and she beat my backside five more times, harder than she had ever done. She led me out of the shed and tethered me to a gatepost and she went into the house where I watched her drinking red wine and watching me in pain, she left me outside for a good two hours. Just a quiet Monday in the mind of stern mistress.