Dungeons & Discipline

A well-spanked woman in a fantasy outfit sporting horns and pointy ears next to a poem that reads:

This Dungeon — a place built of danger and stone 
Where treasure abounds and where legends are grown;
You thought yourself clever; you ached to be known:
First Rogue lass to ever lay ass on the Throne;

Alas, little bird, while you were not the first,
You’ll not be the last to succumb to the thirst:
The folly of gold in which I am well-versed,
For all that you want in this Dungeon is cursed;

So suffer the spanking and count yourself glad
For falling to me while so scantily-clad;
For I have this paddle for good girls gone bad;
‘Tis much better fate to be sore than go mad
A well-spanked woman in a fantasy outfit sporting horns and pointy ears next to a poem that reads:

This Dungeon — a place built of danger and stone 
Where treasure abounds and where legends are grown;
You thought yourself clever; you ached to be known:
First Rogue lass to ever lay ass on the Throne;

Alas, little bird, while you were not the first,
You’ll not be the last to succumb to the thirst:
The folly of gold in which I am well-versed,
For all that you want in this Dungeon is cursed;

So suffer the spanking and count yourself glad
For falling to me while so scantily-clad;
For I have this paddle for good girls gone bad;
‘Tis much better fate to be sore than go mad

Just being a bit silly 😅

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