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Authors: Maggie Carpenter
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I’m about to spank her anyway.
He frowned, searching for the appropriate response, then it came to him, and without a word he slowly began to withdraw the unwanted intruder.
“Oh, thank you, Sir,” she moaned, but her relief was momentary; he didn’t pull it all the way out, and immediately sent it back in.
She wailed her disappointment into the pillow as he fucked her with the dildo, slowly at first, then gathering speed, until her groans suggested he’d made his point.
“Any other requests?” he demanded
“Noooo, Sir, noooo, I’m sorry.”
“Since you caused me to delay your spanking, I am going to add ten additional swats with my leather soled slippers as additional discipline, after which you will kneel in the corner and think about this entire episode.”
“Ooh, yes, Sir,” she mewled.
With the butt plug still firmly in place, he raised his hand and began her spanking. Duncan was a very patient man when it came to delivering his discipline, and as he’d promised his hard smacks were delivered with a methodical, measured pace, the heat and sting of each slap being allowed to fully register.
He would occasionally rest his palm on her reddening skin, enjoying the heat that radiated back at him, and when her bottom was sufficiently scorched he paused, tapped the flange a for a moment or two, underscoring his point, then slowly pulled it out.
“You can rest. I’ll be back in a moment with my slipper.”
Brittany turned her head from the pillow and took several long deep breaths. Her backside was on fire, never had she endured such embarrassment, and she was filled with remorse.
I’ve become Emily. Emily received ten extra slipper smacks because she’d protested something. Why didn’t I remember that? Ohhh, my butt hurts so much, and that thing inside me, oooh, that was so weird. I can’t believe he did that. It was in the book, but he did it to her after they’d been together, and it…
The sound of his approaching footfalls broke into her mind chatter, and as he placed his hand on the small of her back she returned her head to the cushion.
This is going to really hurt, I know that, but it’s only ten. I can deal with ten, at least, I think I can.
“These will not be slow, Brittany, and this will not be pleasant.”
“None of this has been pleasant,” she whimpered into the pillow.
“What did you say?” he frowned.
“Sir, I said, none of this has been pleasant,” she repeated, then hastily added, “but I wasn’t being cheeky.”
“I would certainly hope not, because I have no compunction about making it twenty.”
“Ooh, Sir, I meant no disrespect,” she said quickly, hoping her tremulous voice relayed her sincerity.
“Prepare yourself, head into the pillow,” he directed, his voice stern, “and no more comments.”
Gritting her teeth she did as he said, and as the slipper began to dance upon her scalded behind, lacing it with a searing heat, she squealed into the cushion.
The leather carried its own brand of sting, and though the ten were dispatched quickly and the punishment was over in seconds, she was moaning and twisting her hips when he finished.
“Stay as you are. I will be back to place you in the corner shortly.”
Duncan moved to the bar and poured himself a shot of cognac; it was his ritual, to have a drink after delivering discipline. She’d taken her spanking with fortitude, never once begging him to stop as many had in the past.
You are just as unique as I thought you would be, Brittany Carter. This is going to be a very interesting few days.
CHAPTER TEN
K neeling in the corner, Brittany’s wrists had been untied and her slacks and panties completely removed, and he’d instructed her to hold her hot cheeks while she pondered her behavior.
With the blindfold still in place, and her searing bottom in her hands, his instruction was superfluous. What she had done and how he had exacted his discipline was consuming her, but so was the erotic heat
He frowned, searching for the appropriate response, then it came to him, and without a word he slowly began to withdraw the unwanted intruder.
“Oh, thank you, Sir,” she moaned, but her relief was momentary; he didn’t pull it all the way out, and immediately sent it back in.
She wailed her disappointment into the pillow as he fucked her with the dildo, slowly at first, then gathering speed, until her groans suggested he’d made his point.
“Any other requests?” he demanded
“Noooo, Sir, noooo, I’m sorry.”
“Since you caused me to delay your spanking, I am going to add ten additional swats with my leather soled slippers as additional discipline, after which you will kneel in the corner and think about this entire episode.”
“Ooh, yes, Sir,” she mewled.
With the butt plug still firmly in place, he raised his hand and began her spanking. Duncan was a very patient man when it came to delivering his discipline, and as he’d promised his hard smacks were delivered with a methodical, measured pace, the heat and sting of each slap being allowed to fully register.
He would occasionally rest his palm on her reddening skin, enjoying the heat that radiated back at him, and when her bottom was sufficiently scorched he paused, tapped the flange a for a moment or two, underscoring his point, then slowly pulled it out.
“You can rest. I’ll be back in a moment with my slipper.”
Brittany turned her head from the pillow and took several long deep breaths. Her backside was on fire, never had she endured such embarrassment, and she was filled with remorse.
I’ve become Emily. Emily received ten extra slipper smacks because she’d protested something. Why didn’t I remember that? Ohhh, my butt hurts so much, and that thing inside me, oooh, that was so weird. I can’t believe he did that. It was in the book, but he did it to her after they’d been together, and it…
The sound of his approaching footfalls broke into her mind chatter, and as he placed his hand on the small of her back she returned her head to the cushion.
This is going to really hurt, I know that, but it’s only ten. I can deal with ten, at least, I think I can.
“These will not be slow, Brittany, and this will not be pleasant.”
“None of this has been pleasant,” she whimpered into the pillow.
“What did you say?” he frowned.
“Sir, I said, none of this has been pleasant,” she repeated, then hastily added, “but I wasn’t being cheeky.”
“I would certainly hope not, because I have no compunction about making it twenty.”
“Ooh, Sir, I meant no disrespect,” she said quickly, hoping her tremulous voice relayed her sincerity.
“Prepare yourself, head into the pillow,” he directed, his voice stern, “and no more comments.”
Gritting her teeth she did as he said, and as the slipper began to dance upon her scalded behind, lacing it with a searing heat, she squealed into the cushion.
The leather carried its own brand of sting, and though the ten were dispatched quickly and the punishment was over in seconds, she was moaning and twisting her hips when he finished.
“Stay as you are. I will be back to place you in the corner shortly.”
Duncan moved to the bar and poured himself a shot of cognac; it was his ritual, to have a drink after delivering discipline. She’d taken her spanking with fortitude, never once begging him to stop as many had in the past.
You are just as unique as I thought you would be, Brittany Carter. This is going to be a very interesting few days.
CHAPTER TEN
K neeling in the corner, Brittany’s wrists had been untied and her slacks and panties completely removed, and he’d instructed her to hold her hot cheeks while she pondered her behavior.
With the blindfold still in place, and her searing bottom in her hands, his instruction was superfluous. What she had done and how he had exacted his discipline was consuming her, but so was the erotic heat
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