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Authors: Maggie Carpenter
disciplinarian? A man who is as strict as he is passionate?
On her bed, Brittany’s fingers were lingering between her legs. She was mesmerized by Educating Emily, finding Duncan’s prose completely engrossing. Emily had the facade of a very proper young woman, though she secretly harbored dark thoughts of sexual slavery.
She’s like me. I have all these crazy fantasies, and everyone thinks I’m this really nice, normal girl.
Brittany continued to read, her fingers hurrying across her clit, her orgasm building.
Emily’s eyes grew large at the sight of the riding crop. It looked fearsome and she knew it would carry a frightful sting. Her Master had warned her, he had been very clear, but she had willfully disobeyed him.
“If you don’t do exactly, and I mean exactly, as I instruct, I will mark your bottom with my crop.”
His words rang in her ear as he approached. She had wanted to test him, to see if his resolve was as strong as he claimed, and much to her chagrin, she was finding out it was.
“Turn around and place your elbows on my desk,” he growled.
A shiver danced down her spine as she turned and bent forward. Her hands touched the cool wood, and as she lowered her forearms she frowned in regret.
Foolish, you were foolish to have been so blatantly disobedient.
Dressed in a corset and stockings her bottom was already bare, and it was just seconds later that she felt the riding crop slide menacingly across her cheeks.
Brittany rubbed furiously, the image of the pretty girl in such a perilous situation sending her orgasmic bubble into overdrive. Her moment was upon her, but with a great effort she pulled her fingers away, eager to read more.
Emily knew the crop would bite, but when the first stroke landed she wasn’t prepared for the fiery kiss it carried.
“OOOWWW, SIR,” she wailed.
“I warned you,” the Master barked, “perhaps next time you will listen.”
“I WILL,” she howled as the next strike landed.
The few graphic sentences were all Brittany needed, and throwing the book aside she dropped her hand against her hungry sex and rubbed herself to the glorious finish. The climax rattled down her spine and sent sparks though her limbs, and as she breathlessly sank into the tingling afterglow she saw Duncan’s handsome face.
I want this so bad…dammit, Duncan, I want you to do those things to me.
Drifting into the after-nap, she let herself pretend he was next to her, his warm body curled next to hers. It was comforting, and when she finally lifted her eyes she decided to read to the finish of the chapter then head out for a drink, but at the end of the chapter she started the next, and she found herself unable to tear herself away, turning page after page, following the salacious story of Emily, and the man who had brought her into his dark, sensuous world, Master Jonas.
She had ready many spanking romance novels, but none had enveloped her as Duncan’s account of the good girl finding the courage to give in to her licentious self. Surrendering to her Master, Emily willingly subjected herself to his discipline, finding it brought her both serenity and a newfound confidence.
Several hours later, bleary eyed and yawning, Brittany finally turned the last page, and dropped the book on the nightstand. Switching out the light she closed her eyes, picturing the closing paragraphs.
Master Jonas had started with Emily over his knee, spanking her with a slipper, then tied her over an ottoman in front of him, idly playing with every part of her while he watched his favorite television show.
Emily’s soft moans had guided him, and he had led her to the brink of her climax countless times. When his show finally ended he dropped on his knees and rode her to her release.
Brittany had been captivated as she had read the entire scenario, but there had been many tantalizing scenes, and they began to echo through the chambers of her mind.
I want to be over Jonas’s knee. I
On her bed, Brittany’s fingers were lingering between her legs. She was mesmerized by Educating Emily, finding Duncan’s prose completely engrossing. Emily had the facade of a very proper young woman, though she secretly harbored dark thoughts of sexual slavery.
She’s like me. I have all these crazy fantasies, and everyone thinks I’m this really nice, normal girl.
Brittany continued to read, her fingers hurrying across her clit, her orgasm building.
Emily’s eyes grew large at the sight of the riding crop. It looked fearsome and she knew it would carry a frightful sting. Her Master had warned her, he had been very clear, but she had willfully disobeyed him.
“If you don’t do exactly, and I mean exactly, as I instruct, I will mark your bottom with my crop.”
His words rang in her ear as he approached. She had wanted to test him, to see if his resolve was as strong as he claimed, and much to her chagrin, she was finding out it was.
“Turn around and place your elbows on my desk,” he growled.
A shiver danced down her spine as she turned and bent forward. Her hands touched the cool wood, and as she lowered her forearms she frowned in regret.
Foolish, you were foolish to have been so blatantly disobedient.
Dressed in a corset and stockings her bottom was already bare, and it was just seconds later that she felt the riding crop slide menacingly across her cheeks.
Brittany rubbed furiously, the image of the pretty girl in such a perilous situation sending her orgasmic bubble into overdrive. Her moment was upon her, but with a great effort she pulled her fingers away, eager to read more.
Emily knew the crop would bite, but when the first stroke landed she wasn’t prepared for the fiery kiss it carried.
“OOOWWW, SIR,” she wailed.
“I warned you,” the Master barked, “perhaps next time you will listen.”
“I WILL,” she howled as the next strike landed.
The few graphic sentences were all Brittany needed, and throwing the book aside she dropped her hand against her hungry sex and rubbed herself to the glorious finish. The climax rattled down her spine and sent sparks though her limbs, and as she breathlessly sank into the tingling afterglow she saw Duncan’s handsome face.
I want this so bad…dammit, Duncan, I want you to do those things to me.
Drifting into the after-nap, she let herself pretend he was next to her, his warm body curled next to hers. It was comforting, and when she finally lifted her eyes she decided to read to the finish of the chapter then head out for a drink, but at the end of the chapter she started the next, and she found herself unable to tear herself away, turning page after page, following the salacious story of Emily, and the man who had brought her into his dark, sensuous world, Master Jonas.
She had ready many spanking romance novels, but none had enveloped her as Duncan’s account of the good girl finding the courage to give in to her licentious self. Surrendering to her Master, Emily willingly subjected herself to his discipline, finding it brought her both serenity and a newfound confidence.
Several hours later, bleary eyed and yawning, Brittany finally turned the last page, and dropped the book on the nightstand. Switching out the light she closed her eyes, picturing the closing paragraphs.
Master Jonas had started with Emily over his knee, spanking her with a slipper, then tied her over an ottoman in front of him, idly playing with every part of her while he watched his favorite television show.
Emily’s soft moans had guided him, and he had led her to the brink of her climax countless times. When his show finally ended he dropped on his knees and rode her to her release.
Brittany had been captivated as she had read the entire scenario, but there had been many tantalizing scenes, and they began to echo through the chambers of her mind.
I want to be over Jonas’s knee. I
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