As a young woman, I hated my pale skin. I had freckles, and I never tanned. Even when I wore a high SPF, I burned. My German Irish ancestors were to blame obviously.
It wasn’t until I experienced my first flogging that I understood how rewarding my skin could be. I marked up like a dream. Fingernails, teeth, rulers, paddles, riding crops… regardless of the implement, my skin embraced it.
Rope leaves kisses too.
