People are always struck by my Royal Doulton tea set. Indeed, during my candle-lit suppers my guests cannot take their eyes off of them. (Persons of the noble breeding can always sense quality, no doubt.)
My only complaint has been the nervous shaking and the occasional dropped tea cup. But I did inherit Daddy’s riding crop for just such occasions.
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It only took me … two years, but I finally got an idea worth producing for the my Private Gallery series. You’ll never guess where my inspiration came from. I churned most of this out earlier in the week, but then life went to hell and it was not until this afternoon that I was able to complete things. God do I hate drawing rope bondage…
I do love the expression of intense concentration on the left boy’s face. “Fuck, if I drop this thing again…” There were originally plans of having his ass red from a previous flogging but as you can see, that did not end up happening. :p
PS, If you dislike freckles and redheads you can go hell. I’m Mister X and I draw what I want, worm.
