The Wonderfully Sexy: Jewell Marceau

Marty moves with purpose. The rope bites into Jewell's skin, pulling tight across her breasts, wrapping her wrists, pinning her arms behind her back. She fights the knots, tests the tension, but he keeps working, adding more until she can't move an inch. He forces the ball gag between her teeth and buckles it hard at the nape of her neck. Her jaw strains open, drool already starting to gather at the corner of her mouth. He pushes her forward over the bench, legs spread wide, ankles strapped down. The cane comes next. One sharp crack across her ass, then another, then another, each mark blooming red. Jewell jerks against the ropes, muffled cries leaking past the gag. Marty stands over her, cane raised, watching every flinch, every tremor, letting the next stroke hang in the air before it lands.