Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience Apr 2026

When he stopped, he set the brush aside. His hand rested on her back, warm and still. “You’ve done well,” he murmured. He unbuckled the cuff, rubbed her wrists, helped her sit up. She was shaking, but her eyes were clear.

Again. Harder. “Two.”

“Good evening, sir,” she replied, eyes down. Tushy - Carolina Sweets - Obedience

The first command was simple: Kneel. She did, silk pooling around her knees on the cold floor. Hands behind your back. She complied, wrists crossing instinctively. He bound them with a soft leather cuff—not tight, just present. A reminder. When he stopped, he set the brush aside