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A collection of my erotic fiction. I'm always interested in new topics if you have something you'd like to read about.
6 years ago. January 9, 2018 at 5:15 AM

“You know I can’t let this slide,” he said calmly.
“I know, Sir,” she replied, her gaze fell to the floor.
He took his time removing her restraints and when he had finished, she dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around his legs, holding him tightly.
“I’m going to go sit in the spanking chair and I want you to crawl to me.”
“As you wish, Sir,” She interjected.
Not yet finished, he continued. “And then I want you to lay across my lap. I’m going to spank you. But I want to be clear and I want you to understand that this spanking is not a punishment for what you did. However, it is a reminder of your roll and commitment to me, your Sir. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I understand,” she replied.
When he had taken his seat she crawled across the acid-stained concrete floor and up into his lap. She closed her eyes as he administered her spanking and her buttocks glowed bright red. When he finished, he told her to stand and she stood as instructed.
Her body began to tremble as he walked across the room and selected the bamboo cane from the display of implements that hung on the way. Tears began to fall freely from her eyes as fear and panic consumed her. He had used the cane on her only once and after three strokes she used her safeword. She was audibly crying by the time he stood beside her.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Do not cry, My pet. Five strokes will absolve your disobedience.”
She looked up at him with a puzzled look when she saw his outstretched hand.
“Take it,” he said, offering her the cane. Her hands were visibly shaking as she reached for the cane and watched as he removed his pants. He stood before her naked from the waist down and turned away from her, resting his hands on the back of the chair.
“Five strokes,” he repeated. Then he added, “And make them count.”
She burst into tears, sobbing audibly and begging him “No.” but he insisted. When she finished with the five he stood upright and took her in his arms. The only sound that filled the room was the cane as it hit the floor and her sobs of remorse.
“I’m so so so sorry, Sir. I will never disobey you again.”
“Yes, you will, my pet. And that’s okay. But now you understand what I mean when I say that punishing you hurts me as much, if not more, than it does you.”
“Yes, Sir. I do.” She said as he wiped her tear stained cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed her and then took her in his arms and carried her to bed. Tonight, more than ever, they needed to feel the touch of each other’s caress.

Bella duPuy​(sub female){Not lookin} - Well, ... damn ... i shed a tear on this one, ML ...
Your writing brings me right into the situation ... as a participant.
i love this; parts 1 & 2!!
Thank You for sharing Your work and Your heart with us. Peace
6 years ago
MasterLinguist​(dom male) - Thank you for reading and your comment! :)
6 years ago
Bunnie - Awww, such a beautiful depiction of the depth of a D/s relationship ?(with some hot bits thrown in!) ?
6 years ago
Hisproclivity​(sub female) - Wow! You feel their connection and her concern. The "this will hurt me more than you" line is common, but you flip the script and SHOW us. Thanks for Part Two ML!
6 years ago
Hisproclivity​(sub female) - Wow! You feel their connection and her concern. The "this will hurt me more than you" line is common, but you flip the script and SHOW us. Thanks for Part Two ML!
6 years ago
Devil's damsel​(sub female){HandsomeDe} - Oh I’m so glad you gave us a part two...this was the perfect way to wrap it up. You painted such a beautiful bond between the two. Thank you again for sharing your talent ML.
6 years ago

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