Garden Discipline

Mistress Eve’s got her hands full with Beth, that cheeky British blonde who’s been running her mouth again. Out in the garden, the Czech domme yanks on the rope around Beth’s wrists and snaps the riding crop across those stiff nipples, one after another. The word DOG sparkles across her collar in fake jewels while Eve drives the lesson home. Down comes the crop, smacking that freshly shaved pussy, then the crop’s leather tongue slaps both cheeks of that average, heart-shaped ass. Eve can’t resist. She drops the crop and starts spanking with her bare hand, every smack making those buns jiggle under the afternoon sun. The sight gets her hot, so she spreads and lowers that perky butt until Beth’s tongue finds her clit. Eve rocks her hips, takes what she wants, then grabs the wand. She presses it to Beth’s throbbing pussy and watches her slave shake, humiliated and dripping, until the orgasm rips through her anyway. Left barefoot, wrists still bound, Beth stays kneeling among the flowers, flushed and spent.