William Codpiece Thwackery

into his secret world of hot and

horny perverted sex, like a

helpless moth drawn towards a

helpless moth drawn towards a candle flame

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good riding crop must be in want of a pair of bare buttocks to thrash. At least, that is how it seemed to Elizabeth Bennet. Tied to the bedpost in Mr Darcy’s boudoir