Lying comatose on her bed, still fully dressed after a late night, Amelia doesnt expect Richard Anderson to arrive with a strap. Laid out, bottom up and swiftly bared, Amelia yelps and writhes as the leather tawse crack down across her unprotected, jutting bottom cheeks. Its strapping shell remember for ever in Winter of Discontent.

Lying comatose on her bed, still fully dressed after a late night, Amelia doesnt expect Richard Anderson to arrive with a strap. Laid out, bottom up and swiftly bared, Amelia yelps and writhes as the leather tawse crack down across her unprotected, jutting bottom cheeks. Its strapping shell remember for ever in Winter of Discontent.