Introduction

Just call her Sophie.

Or, to be more precise, Slave Sophie.

She is content with her lot - and often very happy.

Nobody beat her over the head and dragged her off into slavery.

She was not drugged or blackmailed and, if there was occasional persuasion on her journey, it was, under the circumstances, quite gentle.

She is twenty-five and pretty. Not outstandingly so, but certainly worth the many second looks discerning observers cast in her direction - especially when she is walking away from them.

Her hair is a lovely and natural golden blonde, her complexion is classically English, her big eyes are blue/grey and her mouth full and soft.

She is about 5’ 5”, with a neat rather than opulent bosom and a behind which more than compensates for any perceived mammary shortcomings.

Perhaps surprisingly to the uninitiated, she is far more striking now than she was a year ago when she first encountered the exciting and strange world she now inhabits with such satisfaction.

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Elspeth watched the darker patch take shape and let fly again, her heart singing with sheer joy at both the feel and sight of her hand sinking deep into the naked flesh just above the red stain marking the site of her previous effort. The sound of the spank and of Sophie’s gurgling wail were music in her ears, and the dramatic change in the shape of her bottom as she frantically clenched it added an extra dimension to her pleasure.

The third hard spank landed on the upper slopes and Elspeth treated herself to another lingering look at the duotone bottom, the left side a bright rich red and the right a delicate pink.

Three spanks later, both sides matched nicely and Sophie was crying softly, her sobs making her submissively proffered buttocks quiver delightfully.