The vacuum cleaner is a wonderful time-saver, but it saddens me to see that the era where every house has a carpet beater has long gone. Of course, now the discerning master or mistress of the house can buy paddles in all shapes and sizes, but still, there’s something very charming about that wicker tool beating a pattern into disobedient backsides.
This is beautiful for it’s imperfections. She’s tied up and exposed, but clothed enough that it might not be noticed in public. The water has been splashed around the dog dish, which looks delightfully aged in a way that adds authenticity. The pavement, the alley, the truck, they all add an ad-hoc feel to this situation.
She’s not keen on the use of one, but my little doll will get some practice in with dishes just like this. Having seen this, I might even spring it on her in the pseudo-public like this. And despite the embarrassment she’ll feel, I know she’ll also be deeply turned on at such treatment. Which makes it all so delicious.