“Oh, you’re trussing me up like a turkey, Daddy.” Delilah moaned. “Are you going to spank me silly?”

“That and more, my little city-bred wife.” He growled as he secured her ankles to the back legs of the chair.

With a deft pull he unfastened her corset and yanked it off her. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and stood bent over the chair, her hands and legs fastened and her welt ridden rump sticking up at him.

He smiled at the sight of her. A terrible urge to take her right then came over him but he suppressed it, not sure if he should let this kind of sadistic sex...