A Sinful Confession and a Heady Taste of Spanking

Okay, this is a complicated title, but go with it for me. I’m going to give you a taste of my upcoming release – and the start of a spanking new collection. Yeah, pun intended here. The confession? Yes, I like, need, want and crave the control of a man – and hard spankings help keep me grounded. However, there’s a lot more to this girl. So I also wanted to say a few things about Domination, submission, trust, honesty and a very special journey. For those of you who have read my blogs for a while, you realize I hold little back. I have no problem being completely honest about the woman inside, the one few seem to be able to either understand or decipher. I was talking with John Patrick today and he mentioned that while I typically don’t get along with women I longed to be accepted by them. I think the need to be accepted is within all of us. People are interesting PerfectingDiscipline_MEDcreatures in that we don’t generally like what we don’t understand or can control.

Well ya can’t control me. On top of the fact I have a rather aggressive demeanor, I’m also intimidating physically given I’m just about six feet tall. That doesn’t tend to bode well for having a lot of friends. But that’s okay. I’m not going to hide behind who I am, nor will I shy away from the woman I’ve come to embrace – one who is a bit out there, mouthy and willful, kinky and opinionated. John Patrick is one of the few men who ‘get’ me and that’s one reason we’re so close, our relationship so very deep and intense. But there are many other reasons including the fact I trust him implicitly. And why is this trust so strong? Because he’s allowed me to see all of him – every complex and incredible side. He has many – but then we all do. Why do I mention this? Because there seems to be some concern I’m either falling too deeply into the D/s lifestyle and/or being abused. That’s simply not the case.

I am a very strong woman and what my readers have to understand is that I’m an author. I write fictional stories for your entertainment. Yes, are some of the actions, loves, worries, fears, events based on real life? Of course, but I create worlds. I draw you into my vampire or were-tiger stories as much (I hope) as my stories about domination and submission, spanking and heightened kink. I love to write in several genres and while John Patrick and I share much of ourselves, not everything you read I’ve tried, want to try, will ever try or condone for anyone who doesn’t agree, consent, want, need, hunger… You get the idea. As I mentioned, John Patrick has so many sides – one of which is extremely vanilla. He enjoys talking with me, sharing his life and stories about his family. We love sharing wine and music, long talks and intense kissing.

Then there’s the other side, the one that does have a touch of sadism but I figured out something important. He will never be a sadist because of the love we share, the honesty and the fact he never puts his needs above mine. He wants me happy, thrilled, enticed and satisfied. No sadist will ever care.

When you read my stories, please remember I was the kid at four who started writing, the one who had penned 16 books by the time I was 16. My imagination keeps me awake, craving to bring you more passion, more terror, more gore, more love… That’s what I long to do. Don’t be frightened because this journey I’m on – one with John Patrick and another because of my writing – is powerful and fabulous and I wouldn’t trade either for the world. And…you can always ask me anything. I will never hold back. I’ve asked John Patrick a few more questions so you learn more about the man. He’s really quite remarkable as a friend first, my Sir second.

Now onto the story, one I think you’re going to love and coming in mid August from Naughty Nights Press.

SPANK ME – PERFECTING DISCIPLINE

Submitting reflectionVictoria Miller waved to several students as she whisked through the hallway. Ah, university life. And what a year it had been. She’d introduced some incredible, albeit risqué psychology courses, enjoyed teaching the majority of her students, and had a snazzy tryst with not one but four of the hot, young men who’d graced her classrooms. Then there had been the spanking event. Her entire body tingled as a few shameless visions of fucking and flogging eased into the forefront of her mind. She was a very bad girl.

“Have a great summer, Ms. Miller.”

“You too, Michael,” she said as she unlocked her office door, sweeping inside. Summer had arrived. She set her books down and flicked on her computer. There was some paperwork to finish up, then the summer belonged to all her sinful plans. She giggled as she sat down.

“I came by to say goodbye, Ms. Miller. I had an awesome, kick ass time in your class this year. You’re an amazing teacher.”

Victoria turned to face the voice, the very husky voice of one infatuated student, and smiled. She certainly had her share of boys, who would soon be men, fantasizing about her. Granted, her persona as being a bit out of the ordinary preceded her. Other professors were leery of her and the students were… well, she certainly had an interesting few adjectives follow behind her. She studied the grinning student, her heart swelling with pride. Wally Markum had certainly changed over the last two years. No longer a shy boy, he was now a wanton sex fiend with a tremendous appetite. She’d caught him three times fucking four, yes four, different women in a hallway or empty classroom after hours. His prowess was becoming legendary. “Why Mr. Markum, I do hope you’re taking my class in animal husbandry next year.”

“I…I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You’re my favorite professor. You have yourself a hot summer.” He gave her a heated look as his eyes traveled down from her face to her legs.

Dear God, she could see a thick bulge between his legs. The life of the youngest professor in a school full of aging ninnies was captivating to say the least. Exhaling, she couldn’t help but smile coyly as she crossed and re-crossed her legs. There was nothing wrong with being very naughty on the last day of school, was there? If someone didn’t like it, they could certainly spank her. What a delicious thought. She definitely needed a solid whipping from a strong man. “And you too. Don’t get yourself into any mischief.”

“Not for the world. You know I’m a very good boy.” His grin impish, Wally’s eyes twinkled as he tipped his head and walked away.

“Of course not.” Wicked ideas racing in her mind, Victoria pressed the tip of her pen back and forth across her lips. She’d had a bit too much fun this school year, including the spanking event after her students had discovered her secret and her steamy blog. The sex they’d indulged in and the three weeks of sharing a wild tryst had been tasty, albeit a huge no-no with the University handbook. She could have lost her job. What the fuddy duddies didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

The last grade of what had turned out to be several stodgy thesis papers on ‘the relativity of sexual orientation in the world of marketing’ was complete, ready to send to the Proctor. Thank God. She glared at her computer screen, making mental note to figure out a more important topic for next year’s content. Perhaps something like zombies and the modern world, or the effectiveness of serial killers in the workplace would prove to be of more interest to the conservative bunch of kids in her class.

And here she thought her class has been fun as well as informative this year. At least she was done and summer break was right around the corner. Two days of year end paperwork and she was free for a couple of, hopefully productive, months. The thought gave her tingles. So did the other tasty aspects of her life. Glancing over her shoulder, she clicked on the Internet connection, typing in her personal blog. She’d been very careful to keep her day job away from the women who few new around the University.

She licked her lips as she thought about a few wild and wicked moments during the last year. There was nothing quite like indulging in her darkest fantasies, especially the incredible spankings she’d received. As she wiggled back and forth in her chair, she closed her eyes for a few seconds, envisioning every detail of being taken in hand by the sexy student. Alas, he was already gone for the summer. What a pity. Submitting classyHe certainly knew how to give her discipline. Exhaling slowly, she knew the moment their sexy affair had started it wouldn’t last. He was twenty years her junior.

Victoria smiled, seeing her sizzling website pop onto the screen. The site was freshly redone, adding more details, including overtly sensual pictures as well as links to other sites. Clicking on her blog, she scanned down the page looking for any new comments. She was certainly becoming a well-known source for certain kinky indulgences. At last check, she had over ten thousand subscribers, the number growing every day. Who knew spanking was all the rage? Of course she did. Ever since she’d written the first blog, now almost three years before, she’d garnered followers. Men and women from all walks of life seemed to need a hard whipping now and then.

Reading the comments from her gregarious readers always gave her a smile. After looking at her watch, she figured she could spend a few minutes replying to at least a few of the comments left after her controversial blog from the night before. Domestic discipline was all the rage. As she began typing an answer to one of her most loyal readers, she became lost in the moment.

The slight sound was enough to make her jump. She fumbled to minimize the window, barely managing to do so before the Proctor of the entire University suddenly appeared beside her desk. Whew. Thank God for fast fingers. From where he stood, he would have been able to see very clearly what she was up to.

“Thurston. How lovely to see you.”

“Ms. Miller. I see you’re working diligently on finalizing details for your class. I trust everything is in order?” He smiled down at her, his eyes scanning her face.

“Yes, sir. I aim to please.” Victoria studied the man. A solid fifteen years her senior, she couldn’t help but fantasize about the ruggedly handsome professor. Thurston Jeffries appeared ultra conservative to everyone at the University, his peers and the majority of students alike holding him in the highest level of respect. Easing out of her chair, she folded her arms as she noticed he’d closed her office door. She’d seen a snippet of the man underneath the ill-fitting suits and charcoal ties.

“Ah, but you’re still a very bad girl in my opinion.”

“Me?” Pointing a finger at her chest, she batted her eyelashes, unable to help her naughty behavior. After all, she knew a rather kinky side of him, one who craved walking a little on the wild side.

SYNOPSIS

Hungry for a hard spanking?

For Victoria Miller, she knew in her heart everyone deserved a solid spanking now and then. Too bad she wasn’t allowed to convey her beliefs in an open forum. Unfortunately being a highly respected college professor meant endeavoring to share her many years of hallowed education while maintaining a very conservative persona. While she was a good girl during the day light hours, at night she was one wicked vixen, indulging in her hunger for BDSM and Domination, including giving the Internet world her views on corporal punishment. Her spanking blog was a hit, allowing men and women to convey their personal stories of Domestic Discipline and other methods of intense punishment in a protected environment. But she SPANKDOWN-final-smalllonged for more and developed the perfect plan.

Her idea? Spank Me – a company catering to men and women craving being taken in hand. As summer break approached, interest in her company soared, customers ready to feel the heat of a paddle, the sting of a whip. The trouble was, she hadn’t secured a Master Disciplinarian. A simple ad on Craig’s List, a day long audition and one masked man perfect for the job. But who was the mysterious stranger who seemed to know her most private details? The secret revealed, a touch of blackmail held just above the surface, Victoria was forced to enter into a caustic business relationship – one that proved to be extremely profitable as well as intensely passionate. But what would happen as the new school year approached? Ah, decisions. Decisions. And more spankings for every naughty girl and boy.

What do you think? BTW – the start of this collection begins with Spankdown so… Ya might wanna pick up a copy before the first story comes out in August…

Kisses and spanks…
Cassandre

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Sexual Sin…Corporal Punishment IV

Pushing the envelope. Bridging the edge. Taking another step into the dark side of kink. All of these thoughts make me wet and hot. In my every day life I shove hard against the machine. I’m assertive bordering on aggressive. I take no shit from anyone. I refuse to allow stupidity from anyone to remain. Hmmm… And this works with being a submissive how? Yeah, you can imagine that John Patrick and I Ankle chainsstruggle with the very concept. I am that willful chick still. Yes, the vanilla girl is diminishing. Yes, I long to be more submissive and I have changed significantly during our time together. In sharing, we are moving into several darker areas of our relationship.

We talk often about this dark side and I’ve already mentioned he’s much more sadistic than he was in the beginning. In thinking about the way I respond to his needs, his tendencies of pushing to the dark side, I realize I’m pushing my masochistic tendencies to the point I crave certain aspects of pain. Yes, pain = pleasure often. Not always. What I know about me is that I have very dark needs, visions and fantasies of various aspects of my kinky side that for most would border heinous. Unacceptable. Women aren’t supposed to be vilified. Right? Well, let’s face it kids. We have been for years. We as humans are the product of society and as such, we thrive on heightened levels of debauchery.

In writing pieces that allow this side – and various other ones – with regards to both men and women, I’m learning a lot about my inner girl, men and their needs, and about society in general. While we act like we shy away from anything that we don’t get and in public we do, the truth is we crave all the dark and gory things life can present itself. From watching horror movies to serial killers, delving into the sexual escapades of politicians and actors, to reading some of the most graphic work out there – yep, we crave MORE. More pain. More blood. More sex. More depravity. We simply have to have our senses scintillated in heightened manners. Fifty Shades is Candyland to most of us who write BDSM. For the romance reader who NEVER has tried handcuffs, the book was an eye opener. Where does he or she go from here?

Probably to a light D/s book then a true BDSM. Then what? That’s where dubious consent comes in.

Come on ladies – we all hunger for the strong he-man type. You know you do. I tease John Patrick about how I have no issue with they way he would manhandle me. None. Of course trust comes into play here – notice I say play – for sometimes the edges get pushed even more. This little flash certainly isn’t the most heinous of pieces. There are those written about slave farms and men who trade people around like they are cattle. BUT… Molly does get what she deserves. Trust me – she will. What I can tell you is that you want to see what happens to her, how Damien handles the woman he has to tame. Let me know what you think.

The word rolled off the tip of Damien’s tongue easily. Slut. She was a slut. “Yeah, you’re going to like exactly what I give you.”

“A slut? How dare you!” Molly pushed up from the desk, her grunts floating across the room.

“You’re nothing but a two bit whore in your fuck-me pumps and slinky attire. You know exactly what you are and that’s the way you’re going to be treated. You need strict discipline.”

“Fuck you!” Kicking out, she caught his shin and used her body weight to shove backwards.

“Hell no.” Damien wrapped his hand around her throat, digging in his fingers and slamming her face down on top of the desk. The thudding noise sent a rush of adrenaline through his body, fueling the ugliness brimming to the surface.

Moaning, the huskiness of her voice turned into wheezes, her breathing ragged.

Squeezing, he realized his body was shaking as he continued to fumble to release his aching cock. When he did he jerked up her dress, exposing the red string of her thong. Slipping his index finger under the thin lace, he snapped his wrist, yanking them off. When she whimpered he smiled and brought the wet crotch to his face. Inhaling her sweet scent, he became electrified.

“Oooohhh…” Molly’s hushed moans continued as she attempted to push up from the desk.

“Do as you’re told.” He pushed down hard, his nails scratching her neck. “You’re wet, hungry. You want this as much as I do. You need this, a man controlling you, owning you.” As he rolled the slick material though his fingers she managed to flail her right arm, slapping him on the thigh, her strangled cries keening into the room. “I can see you’re going to have to be contained.” Reaching around he shoved the panties into her mouth. “That’ll shut you up. Now you can taste your desire, smell the lingering scent of your cunt. You want me. You’ve always desired my dick. Now you’re going to have exactly what you’re been craving.”

She squirmed, her chest rising and falling, as she clenched her fists. The muffledaround her throat whimpers continued as tears began to fall.

Wrapping his hand around the base of his cock he kicked her legs apart and eased back enough to admire her shape, her hourglass figure and rounded ass. “Today I begin your discipline.”

Crack! Pop!

He slapped both cheeks hard before dragging his fingers down from the small of her back to the crack of her ass. Tipping his head back he thrust three fingers deep into her pussy, issuing a series of ragged sighs as her muscles wrapped around the invasion. For a few seconds he was drawn into an intense bliss, his senses rocketing off the charts. Nothing had prepared him for the feeling of complete control. This was almost perfect. “So wet. So hot.” As he plunged his fingers in and out, coating his fingers, she squirmed, the whimpers becoming elongated moans.

The cries continued as she beat her fists against the cool wood of the desk.

Damien kept his hold tight, squeezing on her neck until he could see her veins popping. His emotions were raw, his mind swimming with a wild dichotomy of desires. He wanted nothing more than to use her, break her down, force her into complete submission. Yanking out his fingers he licked across the tips, savoring her flavor, then leaned over, allowing his hot breath to flow across her heated skin. Rubbing the juice of her pussy down her cheek he chuckled darkly. “Pussy first my dear. Then I’m taking your ass.”

Hearing her breath catch he tapped his dick against her ass then thrust the entire length of his cock into her pussy, the force pushing her hard against the desk.

“Mmmm…” Her muffled cry was cut short when his grip tightened, momentarily cutting off her air supply.

Every cell in his body tingling, he dropped his head, watching as beads of sweat rolled off his nose and onto her back. He licked his lips as her cunt muscles constricted. The feel of her, the smell of her was intoxicating. Growling, he repeated the move, grunting with every hard plunge.

She slapped the desk, her moans intensifying. Her chest was heaving, her body trying to breathe.

He could only imagine what was going through her mind, but he knew without a doubt she was exactly where she wanted to be, pinned underneath a dominant male. Shifting, he pulled out his shaft until the tip was just inside then began thrusting hard and fast into her sweet snatch, smiling as the sounds of skin hitting skin wafted between them. His heart was racing, sweat rolling down the back of his neck, and a light just outside his window caught his attention. He studied their reflection, the very scene illuminated by the moon and the warm glow of surrounding buildings. He could see his face, the vigilante expression and grinned. God he wanted this.

“You like it rough, don’t you? You like to have men paw you, fuck you like the Chain of commandwhore you are. Don’t you?” Damien could barely recognize his voice, the sound was husky, the tone savage.

Offering no response, no moans to indicate her feelings, she was suddenly still, her body relaxing.

He pulled all the way out and slapped her ass several times before pressing his fingers to the crack of her ass and opening her ass cheeks. His cock was engorged with blood, the shaft throbbing as his balls filled with cum. He released her neck long enough to pull both sides of her ass cheeks open and shove his cock into her asshole.

“Ooohhh…” Molly’s body jerked up from the desk, a deep wheeze escaping her lips. She didn’t try and fight, merely laid her face back down on top of the desk.

Grabbing her hair he tugged her head back as he thrust in and out. She was tight, so damn tight and the feeling was invigorating. He closed his eyes as he continued plunging into her dark space, his growls becoming louder with each brutal plunge. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back long. “You’re a good little whore, my very special slut and you’re going to serve me.” The words were said with a dark command and as cum rushed from his balls, his body shaking violently, he heard the two words, the ones he’d be longing to hear, and released.

“Yes sir.”

****

A moan escaped Molly’s lips and she opened her eyes, trying to make sense of why she was aching all over. As a single stream of light slicing across her field of vision, she winced. Her muscles ached, especially her legs. “God.” Shifting, the sheet crumpled around her and the material brushed across her skin. When a wash of pain trickled through her she looked down. Not only was she lying naked in bed, something she almost never did, she was covered in bruises. “What the fuck?” Her mouth was cotton dry and she was having difficulty swallowing.

Sitting up quickly she looked over at the nightstand and the empty bottle of wine was the reason her head was fuzzy. Her head was throbbing and as she sat quietly, trying to figure out what the hell had happened the night before, she eased her hand to her throat. Instantly she whimpered.

Then she remembered.

Grabbing the sheet she wrapped the thin material around her body as she began to shiver. Damien. Her office. The sex. No the rape. No… The flood of visions, memories of the hard fucking and the fact he’d… “God. Oh God.” She managed to shift to the corner of the bed but with every move she groaned from pointed anguish. Planting her feet onto the floor she had to try twice before she could stand then swayed a few times. Now she remembered coming home and cracking open the wine. And she remembered… Very slowly she turned her head toward the nightstand. There were two glasses. Two. Which meant… “Holy fuck.” She’d brought him back here? No. That’s not quite right. He’d driven them both here. While the memory was fuzzy she knew instinctively he’d been in her house. And he’d fucked her, taken her, used her… What the hell was she supposed to call what they’d done together? No, there was no together. Damien had literally taken what he wanted, pushed her boundaries and… A slight smile crept onto her face. She placed her fingers over her lips and sucked in her breath. Yeah, she’d allowed the man who she’d fantasized about for two solid years to fuck her, control her.

Dominate her.

As she made her way into the bathroom she rubbed her arms as the entire night played in the back of her mind. Flipping the switch, she opened her eyes wide as she I will take yousaw her neck, the marks of his fingers very evident. Then she noticed the writing on the mirror. Every part of her body began to shake.

You belong to me…

“Shit. Oh God.” Molly crouched against the doorjamb, her heart racing. “Damien.” The single word sent shivers racing down her spine. Him. Belong to him. My God she was wet and hot, her pussy aching. She bit her lower lip as memories of the way he thrust his cock into her pussy, then her ass gave her tingles. “His. I belong to him.” She blinked and looked at her reflection. Was she actually glowing?
Inching closer she turned so she could see her backside. Her ass was also marked, reddened with a few welts. The spanking had been…justified. Now she laughed nervously. This was crazy. He’d taken advantage of her. But you wanted every second. You egged him on. You wanted nothing more than to challenge him and his authority. The truth was right there. There was no way she could deny.

Molly rubbed her hands down her aching body then cupped her breasts, flicking her fingers back and forth across her nipples. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She couldn’t succumb to any man, let alone her boss. No. She couldn’t. She closed her eyes and pinched her nipples until the pain forced her pussy to clench. But she wanted nothing more.

A few seconds she heard her phone ringing and laughed since she had no freaking idea where her purse, phone or her clothes were. She followed the sound seeing the trail of clothing that led her into the living room. The clothes had been ripped from her body, the tattered remains scattered across the floor.

The second she picked up her phone she whimpered. HE was calling. “Um yes?”

“Yes?” Damien’s voice was husky, the tone full of control.

“I mean yes sir.” Where had the words come from? Sir? Really?

“I can see you continue to need lessons in authority. One hour a driver is going to pick you up. Be ready.”

“But…”

“I said be ready or you will pay the consequences. Is that understood?”

Her nerves racing off the charts she sucked in her breath and did the only thing she knew she could do. She answered. “Yes sir.”

Mmmm… Now what do you imagine is going to happen? I hope you enjoyed and I may give you one more part before I turn this into a hot little novella. Tell me your thoughts.

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

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Sexual Sin…Corporal Punishment III

I had a very intense conversation with John Patrick today about the fact we both think people are craving reading kinkier stories. 50 Shades? Eh passé now in truth. Right? I say this because I’ve been offered the opportunity or suggested strongly that I consider writing dubcon. Yeah, another new acronym. The letters stand for dubious consent and yes, the meaning is fairly clear. The genre is the growing rage, sales off the charts. I’ve already realized how much people like pushing the envelope with regards to kink. Seems everyone is Him taking controlvery interested in reading about flogging and fucking, BDSM clubs and pain, spanking and figging. They can live vicariously through the pages of a sexy story,
ones providing a glance into the world of BDSM. One reason I called this new collection Sexual Sin is simply that there are varying degrees of what people consider too much – too out there. But dear God they salivate while reading the stories.

Let’s face it, the majority of us didn’t grow up with the mom and dad who were REALLY cool – you know, the ones who were swingers or enjoyed sexual escapades openly. Our early worlds were mirror images of… Well, fill in the blank. I think quite frankly we saw little or no passion shared between our parents, some even saying in no uncertain terms that sex is something you do as a married couple. Enjoyment? Never heard that world from my mother. Uh-huh, well we all know the difference. For most of us we crave sex but we also know that the basic missionary style can become VERY boring. A little secret about John Patrick – he is not into even the basic concept of traditional sex. So kink takes the place, his desires gravitating toward the world of dark kink.

Let’s face it – married couples seem to have difficulty remaining interested in each other. We all become so involved in our careers and family, worries and paying bills, soccer games and PTA meetings that we forget about how vital our relationship is. You have to work at passion, at finding time for each other. Now, when you grow apart? I honestly don’t think you can gravitate back. Eh, maybe sometimes but being different people is tough. After all, the fantasy can be so much better.

We all know women have been burying themselves into romance novels, looking for the perfect hunk – and they all look alike in these books. Every sexy cowboy or businessman is rich, hot and connected, and at the end of the day, they save the world. Right? WRONG. That ain’t real life kids. When you can find a man (or woman) who you can relate with, talk to about anything, kiss until her hunger to kiss for hours, swoon at the mere sound of his voice and want nothing more than to spend time with, well snatch him up. If you add a touch of kink? Holy mother of you know what. Mmm… I do know.

The invention of the e-reader allows us all to read anything we want without fear of repercussions. So we read, enjoy and desire to go further, have the flogging harder and the sex rougher. We do. There is no way around the fact. That’s why dubcon is so popular right now. Hmmm… In writing this little story, I wanted to take the fact we all want the bully to truly get it in the end. Keep something in mind, Molly has a secret, a sadness. She isn’t evil nor is she a sick individual. She’s simply masking her particular fears with false bravado, aggressiveness that is all consuming. Should she be punished? Oh you bet. In my mind no doubt she needs a hard whipping. So we’re going to see where this goes – a little rough around the edges I think.

Absolute PowerThe idea Jackson had proposed was in itself interesting, if not about the sexiest thing he’d every heard. Yes, he could go to Hell for what he was thinking about doing, but purgatory was all right if he could obtain the upper hand. Smiling, he licked around the rim of his glass as his thoughts gravitated toward the dark side. The woman needed a firm hand, a man who refused to allow her to get away with the bullshit she was dishing up. Yes, sweet Molly. I know exactly what you need.

Damien couldn’t stop watching the fiery vixen, the way she filtered through the crowd, taking full control of the room. She was a formidable woman, one who knew exactly how to play politics when necessary.

“Bull in a china shop,” the husky voice breathed.

Damien laughed as he tipped his head toward Jackson. “All the better to issue a takedown. Isn’t that what you mentioned? Rough play so that she finally gets exactly who is the boss in this company?”

“As if you have the nerve.”

“You obviously underestimate me.” Damien could tell she was cognizant of where he was, who he was talking to. His cock had remained hard all freaking night long. Dear God the nasty and vile things he could do to her. His thoughts had been borderline heinous for months and tonight they’d completely rocketed into the stratosphere.

“Maybe. So you like my challenge?” Jackson asked as he crowded Damien’s space.

“Let’s just say the challenge has real merit. I think the lovely Miss Molly needs to understand her place in our regime.” Regime. The word alone made his cock twitch. Dear God he wanted nothing more than to force her to her knees, shove his dick into her hot little mouth. He gulped the rest of his drink the pushed the glass across the bar. He’d had just enough to allow his inhibitions to rocket past his usual conservative mannerisms. Tonight he would remain in control. Period.

Jackson chuckled. “I agree. You know my position about women, about their place in our lives.”

The words somehow surprised him. Even though they were friends, the discussions about women usually revolved around the usual, breast size and fuckability. He shifted and gazed at Jackson. “Honesty? I can guess but why don’t you tell me instead?” A full minute ticked by while Jackson ordered another drink and turned to face the crowd.

“All right. Let’s just say I think men should be in charge. Men were born and bred to be the leaders. This equality bullshit is just that, bull fucking crap. We did just fine when men made the rules. As soon as women were offered the same place in our jobs and our home, then everything went to hell. Yep, straight to fucking hell.”

“Barefoot and pregnant eh?”

“Naked and serving our every need,” Jackson countered. “Punishment a regular occurrence for the slightest infraction. Imagine the sucking and fucking. Mmmm…”

“I bet you’re popular with the women,” Damien laughed, but in truth had always felt the same way. He needed to be in control, dominate the women in his life. Evocative twoSociety, ethics and advice from his mother had kept him from anything but the basic concept regarding relationships. Now? He was on his own and ready to move on to another chapter.

“You’re just like me and in truth, you want something even darker. I know you buddy. Remember that. You can’t hide from the man you truly are.”

“Darker?”

“Yep.” Jackson grabbed his fresh drink off the bar. “As dark as it gets. I have no doubts what you could be capable of, if you’d allow the nice guy mentality to fly away permanently.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Nice guy mentality? Jesus Christ. Sadly, Damien knew exactly what his buddy was getting at. He’d been hiding behind his professional persona his entire life, certain work could ease the savage within. He was dead wrong.

“Come on. Jesus Christ I saw your face when I suggested something rather dubious. You salivated. Your mouth was watering while beads of sweat were running down your face. The idea I gave you? You’ve thought of this or something similar before. Haven’t you? Maybe you’ve even come close to acting on your urges? Rough sex? A little forced action?”
Damien shifted as a group of employees began to walk in their direction. A quick glance at his watch confirmed everyone would be leaving soon. And for several reasons he was excited as hell at the fact. “With Molly?” He could feel the heat rising in his face. “I’m her boss.”

“Oh hell, buddy, with any woman. You want to control them, fuck them and make certain they understand you’re the man in charge, no matter if they’re an employee or just a casual fuck. Don’t you?”
“Not recommended business practice in the world we live in. The last I hear women really don’t like to be enslaved and forced to do our biddings. I might be wrong here.” Rolling his eyes Damien laughed, but visions of keeping Molly in a cage at night furrowed into his system. Yes, he could see owning her, fucking her at will and making her do very evil deeds of heady kink. Swallowing hard, he knew his blood pressure had increased. Yes, the thoughts were real. He wanted nothing more than to take her in every way he desired. The thought was ugly yet fucking hot. He was a damn pervert.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Jackson tapped his hand on top of the bar. “Time to finish up. I hope you give my ideas some thought. If not? We’re going to have to talk about firing the bitch and you know that.”

The truth was ugly but very real. “Yeah. I do hear you.” Sighing, he shook his head and stood up straight as the group of women closed the distance. He held out his arm, beckoning them to come closer. “I’m so glad you could come.” As he shook hands and kissed a few ladies, he searched for Molly, trying to track her position.

Jackson’s eyes twinkled and he lowered his voice so that only Damien could hear. “She’s going up to the office all by herself. I suggest you have a word with her.”

The words lingering, Damien shuddered as he thought about all the possibilities.

“Don’t worry. I’ll finish up here. Go and enjoy. Go and be the big boss.”

Hearing Jackson’s dark chuckle was invigorating. Snuffing, he made his way through the crowd, honing in on the way in which she slapped her hand on the elevator button, her entire body giving off vibes he realized she had no idea was happening. “Yes. I think I will.” What he realized as he walked toward the bank of elevators was that he wanted nothing more than to break her down in a way most men were never allowed. After all, he wanted to own her.

 

****

Molly rolled her eyes as she walked into the very empty elevator. All the minions were going home, no doubt to family members who gave a shit about them. Snorting, she pushed her hand through her now damp hair as she pressed the button for the top floor. Glancing at her watch she cringed. Yeah, so it was almost midnight and yes she was very tired, exhausted in fact. Long hours. Bullshit clients. Yeah, she was ready for some relief.

The moment the doors shut she closed her eyes. The text from Jennifer had indicated success in developing a brand spanking new report. Well goody. A short laugh escaped from her lips as she folded her arms, suddenly cold, damn cold. A quick stamp of her foot created a snarl. The evening had been a pain in the ass, nothing more. She was planning on checking over the new report, and if Jennifer fucked it up she’d have the chick’s ass, then going home. Home. A quick shudder in her system gave her another heated snarl. Who the fuck needed mambi pambi home bullshit?

When the elevator doors opened she hesitated for a few seconds before moving into the hallway. All the lights were off in the office, merely a warm glow of the emergency lights pushing past the heady bank of floor to ceiling doors. As she walked closer she had the wretched feeling Jennifer had fucked the new report up on purpose. If so, she’d have the girl’s hide.

The light as on in her office, her computer humming and one very thick manila file sitting smack in the middle of her desk. Molly fingered the cool folder as she moved around her desk, turning on the small light. A quick glance told her one too many things. Jennifer was damn talented and the report was over the top.

“Great.” She sighed as she pushed the file across the desk. At least she could get a handle over the weekend, determine what she needed to do to glean the account. Damien would expect nothing less. Damien. Okay so he hadn’t followed through Legs Boundwith his promise to fuck her. Yeah, she thought as much.

Closing her eyes she lowered her head and placed her hands on top of the desk. What a fucked up life she led. As she shifted back and forth from foot to foot, she allowed her thoughts to wander to Damien, how amazing he looked, how sexy his smile was and his eyes were just about the hottest pair she’d ever seen. “Mmm…” There was nothing like the thought of having his cock pounding into her asshole to make her hot and wet all over. The thought alone gave her shivers.

“Molly. I need to have a word with you.”

Snapping her head she opened her eyes and the way Damien was looking at her, no glaring, gave her a mixture of thrills and a slight hint of intimidation. He was never without a smile. Tonight? He was full of darkness. “Can it wait? I’m exhausted.”

“No, what I have to discuss certainly can’t.” Closing the door he moved toward her desk, his eyes never blinking.

Molly moved toward him. “All right. What do you need?”

“It’s not what I need.”

The words didn’t register. There had to be more. Was he playing with her? “I’m sorry?” A full minute ticked by, one in which she could hear her heart thumping hard against her chest. “I don’t understand.”

“I think you do.” Damien’s voice was soft, yet the husk clearly indicated he was turned on.

“No, I don’t think so. Enlighten me.”

“You hide behind the woman inside, the one craving to be taken hard. Used.”

“What? Used?” The words reverberated in her brain, sending shivers straight into her pussy.

“Yes, used.” Taking another step forward his face didn’t register any expression.

She had no idea what to say. “I don’t know what… I mean… Used? I think you have the wrong woman.” The snort was half assed.

“I have exactly the right woman, the one who needs to be taken hard, allowed to be exactly the submissive she’s always wanted to be. Don’t I, Molly?” When she didn’t say anything he smiled. “Yes, one who also needs harsh discipline, punishment for all the naughty things she does, her behavior when she lashes out at everyone around her. Isn’t that correct, Molly?”

Stunned, she blinked several times as the words echoed in her ears. “No, I…”

“Yes, you do. And I’m the man you need.” With a quick snap of his hand, Damien grabbed her wrist, turning her completely around and yanking her arm behind her back.

“Ooooohhh!” Her breath was caught, every nerve standing on end. Dear God, what did the man think he was fucking doing?

“You need a lesson in humility.” Shoving her over the desk, he wrapped one hand around her hair, pulling back her head as he jerked her dress up past her ass.

“What the hell are you doing?” Slapping her hands on top of the desk, she realized she’d never been so turned on in her life.

“As I said, exactly what you need.”

Crack! Slap!

“Fuck!” she screeched as her arms flew out, knocking every file off her desk. A wash of pain swept through her body and she was unable to think clearly.

Pop! Crack!

Damien grunted as he smacked both ass cheeks in a methodical pattern. “You need much harsher than this and you will get what you deserve.”

The spanking continued as she struggled, trying to kick back against his hard slaps. There was no way to describe the way she was feeling. None. A single whine escaped her lips and she was mortified but hot and wet all over.

“If you’re going to act like a child you’re going to be treated like one. Is that clear?”

She knew her mouth was open and she was trying to formulate words, but nothing came out but a crackle, a hiss.

“Do you?”

“Yes…I…”

Grunting, Damien kicked her legs apart.

Molly shifted, thinking her humiliation was finished. When she heard what had to be the sound of him unzipping his pants she froze. Her heart racing, she was stymied by the dichotomy of her raw emotions. There was no way he was going to fuck her. None. The moment she felt his cock slapping against her backside she knew better. “Fuck.”

“Exactly. I’m going to fuck you like the little slut you are, the one you desire to be.”

Mmmm…What do you think? A little over the edge?

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

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Corporal Punishment…Sexual Sin Part II

What forms of punishment did you receive as a child? Did they linger into when you were a teenager or did they change? My bet is (depending on how old you are) you were spanked every once in awhile as a child, then as a teenager you merely were grounded or had certain privileges removed. Nowadays, I don’t think I’ve heard about a child being spanked – that is unless you hear in the news some idiot pressing charges. Again, any aspect of punishment I mention on my blog has NOTHING to do with abuse and never will. There is zero tolerance; however, a solid hard spanking on the backside? Oh you bet I think every child needs as well asMisbehavin' adults. There’s far too much bad behavior out there in the world. Having said this, my concept of corporal punishment of course moves into relationships as well as what happens at work. No matter what we do in life, we’re required to follow rules. We don’t run a red light and certainly pay for things instead of stealing. We come to work on time, follow a dress code and if the handbook says no relationships with others in the office we at least try and follow the rule. Right? Don’t you or do you sneak a little and very tasty scenario with a co-worker now and again? LOL. I say try because there are a bazillion trysts within office environments and while sometimes they are kept in secret, gossip can quickly escalate. So I think it’s fair to say all of us break rules from time to time. When we do, there are certain consequences at times like a speeding ticket or docking of pay for being late. But what do you do when you have an employee who by all rights is excellent at his or her job but sucks at people skills, maybe going as far as bullying other employees? There are so many reality shows in which people are vying against each other being the top dog. From Survivor to certain shows on MTV, we all want to best the other person. The movie from so many years ago – The Running Man, allowed prisoners the chance to win their freedom by engaging in a gauntlet of hell in a ruin like environment. If they stayed alive through the game, they’d obtain their freedom. Eh – you can imagine how many ended up alive and sitting on the beaches of St. Martin. I truly think that’s what we’re coming to as a society and honestly? I think more discipline is needed. Perhaps this very realization is why writing about aspects of raw domestic discipline and D/s is so appealing to me. I know I need a firm hand and that’s what John Patrick gives me. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t nor would he ever beat me. This is all about knowing what I need as a woman and when I get mouthy, unfocused, don’t follow the rules or simply disobey anything, he reminds me by use of his belt. And I deserve. I’m disappointed him a few times and even recently he finally became exasperated with me for some rather vanilla like female behavior. For this, he merely talked the situation through, listening to what I had to say and voicing his displeasure. For totally disobeying an order? Well, we’ll just say my backside hurts like hell. Again, the punishment was deserved and I knew the rules. I am an adult. I chose to break them. Silly me. What is the difference in our office environment? Not a hell of a lot in my opinion. You’re fully aware of what’s expected of you when you’re hired, or you figured you’ve pissed off a fellow employee but enjoy their discomfort. As the first blog of this flash collection mentioned, bullies and assholes tend to get away with far too much. What if they no longer could? What if the regime of the corporation took a stand and said no more? Would you respect the owner or President of the company just a bit more for being able to take full control? I know I would. That’s what our sexy story is about. The term ‘comeuppance’ truly comes into play and we’ve all met a person or ten we believe should receive nothing less. Wrapped around your throatWell, this story is for all of you who have a bully or two in your life. I hope you’re enjoying… Molly heard the words, could tell Damien was being serious and for a few seconds she allowed her thoughts to wander to the delicious place in her mind. Of course she’d fantasized about him after a heady glass of wine or three. And yes, she’d pulled her high-powered Hitachi vibrator, enjoying the intense sensations sweeping through every cell in her body when fantasizing about him fucking her. She licked her lips as her cunt clenched. Mmmm… A wild night or two would be tasty. Closing her eyes she envisioned his naked body, riding his cock as he cupped and pinched her nipples until she screamed out his name. Her eyes snapping open, her real personality kicked in, the one that ate people with very dull spoons. Snorting, she slapped her hand on her hip. “Are you out of your mind?” “I beg your pardon?” Damien asked, his eyes narrowing. “Submitting? You know that’s not my personality.” “But every part of you screams longing to submit.” He crowded her space. “Besides. I’m your boss. You do what I say.” “Oh really? Do I need to call my attorney regarding sexual harassment?” His hot breath, the way his cologne filtered into her nostrils was intoxicating, making her pussy wet, clenching. Grinning, a mischievous look crossed his face. “I know what you want, what you crave. More importantly, you’re having a very difficult time not submitting to me, the single man who can teach you to submit. I can tell by the fact your nipples are rock hard, your sweet femininity filling my senses.” A quick snap of her wrist and she almost slapped him. She hissed when he jerked her arm away. “How dare you.” She opened her eyes wide as Damien managed to push her backwards and against a wall. Of course the little minions were staring at them, no doubt egging her boss on. Yeah, she’d deal with all of them at a later time. “The exact words I say to you. I know you too well, my dear.” Damien kept his voice low, his tone husky. “You might think you know me, Damien. I’m not interested.” A quick twist of his wrist and he managed to pull her to her toes. “Fair enough, but never forget who is the boss. Tonight isn’t about a sexual conquest, nor brow beating another one of my staff members.” Snorting, she glared him down, her eyes full of venom. “Browbeating?” “You heard me. That’s exactly what you do to make yourself feel better. You treat everyone like they’re inferior to you when the truth is, you feel like a failure around them, not quite good enough. You’re no longer going to take out your frustrations on my staff. No more belittling period. Do I make myself clear?” “You make that sound like a threat, Mr. Marcos.” Tipping his head back he laughed. “Not at all. I value your opinions, your ability to work with difficult clients.” “But?” Molly yanked her arm away. Damien jerked back, his fingers digging into her skin. “Now now. You will learn to obey me. That I can promise you.” “Obey?” She was shocked he’d confront her. Damien Marcos never confronted anyone. And freaking obey? Who in the mother fucking hell did he think he was? A throat full of vile and nasty words were ready to be spewed, but for some reason the way he was looking at her, his dark and very intense eyes stymied every thought. Perspiration trickled down the back of her neck. From across the room she could hear a snicker or five. This was nothing more than a far too enjoyable scene. Fuck the world. She refused to lose her cool. Sucking in her breath, she narrowed her eyes. “Yes, I can see you’re beginning to understand. Obedience is vital to my company and to the people I draw in close to my life. I know you’ re capable of learning, which is why I’ll give you another chance. But one more, Ms. Brighten. One more.” “And then what?” Her defiance surprised even the nasty voice ringing inside of her head. The man infuriated as well as turned her on. A single chuckle slid past his lips. “As with any aspect of our lives, there are rules, ones that are required to be followed. While you seem to have difficulty with authority, I assure you, I’m here to nurture the woman inside, the one who longs to obey. However, I don’t rest on laurels nor will I allow you to bully anyone any longer. Am I making myself very clear?” Swallowing hard she sniffed then smiled. “Very.” He waited for a full minute before inching back. “Excellent. I have no doubt I can mold you into the perfect employee. With my help you’re going to soar.” Releasing her he nodded and turned away. His voice remained echoing in the back of her mind. What in the hell just happened? Blinking, Molly nonchalantly scanned the room. Oh hell yeah she was being stared at. She plastered on the usual smile, the one she was damn good at, polished off her wine and sashayed into the middle of the room, past the group of gawkers who were no doubt cheering. Anger rushed into her, the kind that could allow her to lash out uncontrollably. Dear God, the man was an arrogant prick. “It’s raining men, halleluiah it’s raining men, amen again.” The damn song used to be her anthem. Now she wanted nothing more than to rip the DJ a new one. “Fuck this shit.” While the words were said under her breath, Open your mouththere was no doubt at least four of the employees heard the exclamation. Keeping her venom in check she made her way to the end of the bar, cognizant every pair on the eyes in the joint was watching her, praying to God she’d fall on her face. Well, fuck every one of them. She refused to succumb to the bullshit. While patience certainly wasn’t her virtue, she managed to wait without reaching across the bar, scratching the rather handsome bartender’s eyes out. “What will the pretty lady have?” The scorching overt flirtation she would normally have captured, played with for a little while. After all he had a hard body with chiseled good looks to go along with his dashing eyes. Uh-huh. “Red wine, the bloodiest in color you have.” “A hot cabernet coming right up.” Tapping her bar, Mr. Hard Body moved away. Molly was seething inside, unable to take her eyes off the one man who’d managed to embroil her senses. Damn it. How had the rugged hunk gotten to her? Why did she allow him to get under her skin, make her lash out in an effort to… Holy crap. She realized she really liked the guy. She was barely able to control her emotions as she began to overhear several of the employees, their words and ugly sentiments about her. Her! The sentiments were the same. They hated her, thought she was a bitch. Yeah. She was a bitch all right and proud of it. “Here you go. By the way, I think you’re the best dressed here,” Hard Body said as he leaned over the bar. The cologne was meant to be intoxicating, drawing her in like a spider to a fly. She took a sip of her drink, doing her best to remain cool, look hot, act like she owned the place. Within a few seconds she was nauseous, her stomach lurching. Finally able to swallow the bile rising in her throat she took a sip then a gulp of her wine. The liquid squelching the rumble in her tummy, she tilted her head, blew him a kiss then leaned over until there was no doubt he was getting a full view of her tits. “Ah sweet boy. There’s no way you can handle me. I need a man with a very large cock.” Hard Body took a step back, threw out his arms then turned in a full circle. “I have what you need, baby.” Very slowly she dropped her eyes, seeming to study his crotch. She allowed her voice to increase, just enough a solid dozen people would hear her. “Mmm… Not so much. But maybe when you grow up.” Turning on her heel, she sauntered toward the bathroom, smiling as she heard her four hundred dollar stiletto heels tapping against the cool marble floor. She was in control, a woman in charge. With every step she gained more confidence, realizing she had everything she wanted in the palm of her hand. After all, she would have Damien in her bed tonight. Purring as she walked into the bathroom, she continued to smile as she made her way in the dark laminated counter. Gripping the edge she smiled at the reflection staring back at her, the one with the haunted and very terrified eyes, and did something she’d been doing a hell of a lot lately. She burst into tears.   **** “Well, that was interesting as hell,” Jackson chortled as he leaned against the bar, his eyes never leaving Molly. “That woman is…” Damien was shaking, a combination of anger and raw desire nearly shutting down his breathing. He’d never wanted a woman like he did the fireball. He also wanted to berate her for her ridiculous behavior, make her pay some penance for the bullshit she’d put all his employees through. Still, he’d called her bluff and she’d pushed back. The woman was formidable as hell. “Incorrigible. A pain in the ass. A ball buster.” “Yeah. I need a fucking drink.” Jackson leaned over as Damien lifted his glass. “You want to fuck her. That’s easy as shit to tell.” “In the most carnal and savage fashion possible.” Damien darted a look at the end of the bar, snarling as he could tell she was flirting with a twenty some year old bartender. Yeah, she liked the younger men, the ones she could manipulate in bed. The truth about her submission, her desire to belong to a strong man, was evident by the way she’d looked at him, every twinge of her muscles telling. Now, what was he supposed to do? “Way to go, boss,” the quiet voice said from behind. “Glad you showed her the ropes,” she was giddy with excitement. Damien nodded to the two employees, the ones he’d seen on the receiving end of Molly’s wrath. “Enjoy the party.” “If you ask me, you weren’t tough enough on her.” Jackson swirled his drink. “She’s single handedly broken the morale of the place.” “She’s just vying for a place in our company. I can work with her. She’s just spouting off crap, like women do. That’s it.” “That’s it, huh? Tell me this, our blindsided leader, where’s Jennifer tonight?” Damien looked at his buddy then turned to scan the crowd. “Is she working late on a project?” “Nope. Try again,” Jackson breathed then took a sip of his drink. Rillful“Okay out with it. What did Molly do to her?” Jennifer was going places within the company. Talented and creative, he already had his eye on her for several projects. “Ask your Prodigy, the one you can control.” “No goading. What?” Damien demanded. Jackson turned to look at the crowed. “Rumor has it Molly couldn’t read a report that Jennifer created so instead of asking for help she tossed the entire thing, forcing Jennifer to miss the party and create an entire new one.” “You’re kidding me?” “There’s a bit more to Molly’s atrocious behavior but we’ll go into details after the party. Didn’t you say something like you had seduction on your mind?” The way Jackson was glaring at him, the look challenging, burned his ass. “Fine. You think you have a better idea? One that can educate or perhaps enlighten Ms. Brighten in the ways of being a good mentor?” Jackson took his time, taking several gulps of his drink. “Well do you? I’m all ears, buddy.” “Nope.” “Then get out of my space. Don’t criticize me if you don’t have any ideas,” Damien said through clenched teeth. “I didn’t say I was without ideas, now did I?” He could tell by the inflection in Jackson’s voice he had an idea. “Go on. Spill it. What do you think I should do with the lovely Ms. Brighten?” Twisting around so he faced Damien, Jackson grinned. “It’s all about discipline and I don’t mean out of the company handbook.” “Then what do you mean?” “That my friend is about you entering into the dark side, the one you say you want to embrace. The question is. Are you game?” As Damien sucked in his breath he turned to watch Molly walk out the door, every move full of haughtiness. “Sure. Tell me more.”

Well, we were talking about comeuppance weren’t we? What do you think might happen and should Damien take matters into his own hands? Even if a flogger or belt is involved?

Hmmm…. Kisses and spanks… Cassandre

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Corporal Punishment…Sexual Sin Part I

There many ways in we can all be bad little girls and boys. Something I’ve noticed over the past few years is that at work, many of us are entirely different than we are with our family and friends. We’re a little meaner, act out in ways we’d never consider somewhere else. With the invention of the Internet and emails – Lordy lordy we can be just about anyone we want to be behind that computer screen. Now can’t we? Come on, you’ve done it. You’ve blasted someone before 1Power Exchangecause you were having a bad day or you thought you could get away with your less than stellar behavior. Fess up. I’ll give you ten seconds…

Now that you have that memory right there in the forefront of your mind, tell me this. What did the ugly blip of your personality really accomplish? Did ya feel better after you told the person off, perhaps made fun of him or her as a person or their job performance? Did you sneak away into the bathroom snickering like a fool to salivate over your wretched deed? Or did you cower in your office, praying to GOD your boss wouldn’t find out what a dumbass you are? Hmm… For those of us who are truly good people, I think we have a conscience and even though we might snap for a few minutes, we generally will apologize or try and make amends. Then there are the select few – you know the ones I mean. They were bullies as children and allowed to get away with being a bully in their adulthood. No one likes conflict so we tend to ‘look the other way’. See, I’m not like that.

John Patrick is always reminding me to have more patience, but I can’t in these situations. I refuse to tolerate stupidity and especially those who enjoy torturing others. The work in my real life is a disenchanting job managing community associations. Trust me, it’s not something you’d tell your children to inspire to. There is no, ‘oh mommy when I grow up I want to be a Community Association Manager’. Right. It’s akin to having your teeth pulled by a maniac in a dark basement, knowing your limbs are going to be crushed one tiny bit at a time. Can you tell how much I love it? And you know why the career is so horrible? People. People who live in associations for some reason took that wrong colored Matrix pill and think they can act like the jerk-off they’ve always wanted to be.

I can’t tell you the countless times I’ve had threats to my life, body, job, person, salary, family, friends, etc. Pick something. No kidding. Then there’s the cursing, telling me I’m a fucking bitch and… Well, you get the idea – all because I have to help a Board of Directors of a homeowners association in having the precious members follow the rules – the ones they signed up for when they purchased the house. Hmm… Really? I kill people in my other pseudo with their names smack on the storyline to rid myself of the vile demons bursting at the surface. See, I can’t talk back as I would LOVE to. I am NOT allowed to do anything but smile, try and soothe their savage beast and move on to the next asshole. So… I was thinking that wouldn’t it be particularly joyful if there was some form of corporate punishment within our day-to-day business lives? Imagine if you were the bad child at work and your boss was able to use a firm hand. What do you think? For me the thought is delicious and would certainly improve employee morale. Don’t you think so? Well, a little sexy story for you – something perhaps you can mention to your boss.

“The girl is useless. Jesus Christ.”

Molly Brighten sat staring at the computer screen, incensed at the little minion, the A little appe for youone she thought would be a good assistant. Instead, the girl was such a stupid bitch. To think the recent hire couldn’t even manage to do a spreadsheet right – a basic fucking Excel spreadsheet for Christ’s sake – was beyond her comprehension. Boiling inside, she pushed back her chair, doing everything she could to calm her nerves. The client was due in less than two days and she was going to have to completely re-haul the POS. The presentation had to be perfection. “Damn it.” Of course the company party, the one in which she was determined to seduce one fine stud named Damien Marcos the third, was tonight. There was no freaking way she was working late. None. Especially not because of an incompetent boob. For a few seconds she allowed her mind to wander to the handsome man, the one who’d been flirting on and off with her for months. So fucking her boss wasn’t the best idea, but she was determined tonight was the night.

A hot red dress, a pair of sexy stilettos, new lacy undies from Victoria’s Secret and one hot night was in order. The fantasy was far too delicious. Maybe she’d fuck him over his desk in the office, ride him hard. Mmm… The thought was truly invigorating. A quick blip of an incoming email reminded her she had work to do. No, her assistant had work to do.

Rising from her chair, she smoothed down her skirt, pushed back the loose strands of hair and strutted toward her office door. She plastered her practiced smile and moved out into the hallway, taking long strides. By the time she made it down the hallway and into the workerbee area, she was swinging her arms, growling under her breath. There was no mistaking when she was pissed. With her six-foot frame, long legs and ballsy attitude, the rumble of her heavy feet cascaded throughout every nook and cranny of the top floor. She’d perfected the art of being a bitch and in truth loved every moment when her real personality came out.

Rounding the corner Molly snapped her head to the right, sucking back a laugh as the first row of girls cringed and pretended to be busy, typing away on a non-existent report. After taking two more steps forward she noticed the pool of young men, all of which she’d eat with a spoon, scampering away to prevent receiving her wrath. “Jennifer.” The single word rang out over the din of the fifty or so employees, the inflection clear. She could hear a collective group of ‘uh-oh’s’ being issued. When Jennifer didn’t appear right away she slapped her hand on her hip and slowly began to make her way through the cubicles.

Her assistant was a well-educated woman, graduating from Duke University, but in Molly’s mind she was rather useless. Sniffing, she glanced back and forth at the group of workers, always wondering where and why her boss found such a group of slackers. There was no drive, no imagination and in the advertising business you have to have verve, spice. The drones seemed complacent in their respective roles. Well, she was going to the top. Vice President was on her bucket list, one she was marking off very quickly. A quick shift and she could see Jennifer laughing and talking with a co-worker.

How dare the little bitch have any fun when her report was fucked up. “Jennifer.” The entire floor ceased making any noise.

Jennifer paled then tilted her head. “Yes Molly?”

“That’s Ms. Brighten to you. We need to have a discussion in my office immediately.”

“Is there something wrong?”

“Wrong?” Molly snorted, her loud voice filled with an edgy tone. “Other than the fact you completely fucked up the spreadsheet and there is no way I can sell the product or the service without having the damn thing completely redone? Not a thing.” Folding her arms she eyed the girl, loving the fact she stood a head taller than the perky blond.

“Hmmm… I think you might be reading the report all wrong, Ms. Brighten. I can teach you.”

“Shit.”

“She didn’t just say that.”

“She’s fired.”

Molly lifted her head, seething under the mask of calm and cool. She heard all the minions, the comments and the fear laced in their voices. “Well, I guess we’ll have to see about that. Follow me.” Turning swiftly she took two steps before stopping short. “And I certainly hope you don’t have any plans for tonight because you’re going to stay until the report is completely finished, no matter how long it takes. Is that clear?” Hearing a collective sigh she smiled, satisfied she’d gotten her point across. Now she could plan for the party without interruption.

****

“Do you catch the spectacle today?”

Damien exhaled slowly, gathering pretty much exactly what Jackson was going to say. “What did she do this time?”

Absolute Power“Funny how you know Molly is in the middle of something yet again,” Jackson chortled as he sipped on his drink.

“Seems pretty much everyone in the office is complaining about her behavior.”

“The woman is a bitch. Let’s face facts. When you look up the word in any dictionary in any language, her picture is smack front and center.”

He’d heard the same shit about his leading salesperson for months now and knew he was going to have to do something about curtailing her behavior or lose complete respect with the other employees. The recent campaigns to try and win back business had kept him working long hours as well as allowing loss of control of his people. “I hear you.” There wasn’t enough bourbon in the world to perk him up. The night was going to be tedious. Pretending to have a good time, that the company was doing well, and dealing with the antics of just about one hundred people would jerk his last nerve to the edge.

“I hear you? That means you’re going to do bupkiss.” Jackson hissed. “I don’t get it with you. Are you sleeping with the girl?”

Damien sniffed and swirled the liquid in his glass. Not that he hadn’t thought about, fantasized about and masturbated to the notion about a dozen times. “No, I’m not sleeping with her. She’s our top salesperson and in truth, we stand a chance of landing two half million dollar accounts in the next few days because of her. Did you know Molly single handedly brought the perspective clients to the table? Without her they’d have gone to the Martin agency. I have to take that into account.”

Jackson looked at him wide eyed. “And if you lose the rest of our people because she treats them like shit? How are we going to service these great new clients? Think about that?”

The words stung. “Yeah, I have. I’ll talk to her.”

“You’ll talk to her? Haven’t you had Molly in your office a half dozen times in an attempt to calm her ass down, make her a better people person?”

“A couple.”

“A couple my ass. This woman needs an intervention, something entirely different than all the employee manuals suggest.”

He tilted his head, eyeing Jackson. Hiring his best friend as VP had been a gamble, but thankfully the man had brought his finance expertise as well as a cool head into the business and at least they weren’t bleeding any longer. He also realized Jackson had worked in various countries so maybe he had some interesting ideas as to how to persuade Molly into behaving at least like a human being. “Do you have any thoughts? Suggestions?”

“Maybe.” Clucking his jaw Jackson grinned then nodded toward the door. “Unfortunately that’s for another discussion and best over a full bottle of tequila. The staff has arrived.”

Damien sucked in his breath, took a gulp of his drink and tried to force his mind into the place of being the man in charge, the one everyone looked up to. Yes, he loved being the dominant figure, the one who issued mandates, but he was waning in every duty. Times had been tough over the past eighteen months. The party was being thrown as a thank you as well as a celebration for the future contracts, the ones that had better be signed or they’d have to start letting people go. “Then let’s rock and roll and get the party started.”

“Oh shit. What a freaking entrance. Planned no doubt.”

The disdain in Jackson’s voice was palpable. Twisting around, the sight of Molly, dressed to the nine’s in a hot dress, her flaming hair somehow wilder than normal, was almost too much for his cock to take. “Shit.”

“Yeah. You can say that again. I think she’s on the prowl tonight and my guess is…” Jackson let the words die off as he rose from the barstool, “that she’s gunning to suck your cock tonight.”

“Right.”

“Truthful and you know exactly what I mean. Let the games begin.”

The way the group shifted away from Molly was telling. Damien polished off his drink and patted the top of the bar as he rose to his feet. Tonight he was going to have to keep himself in check so he didn’t either fire her for insubordination or fuck her in the elevator. However, a couple more drinks would at least help in the processing of thoughts. Needs. Damn, his dick was aching like a son of a bitch. Maybe that’s exactly what she needed, a good old fashioned fucking. No, the truth was, the woman required a hard spanking, just like every bad girl needed. The notion gave him a smile as a vision of seeing her planted over his knees, her naked ass in the air, slithered into the back of his mind. Hell yeah the woman needed a firm hand.

Damien waited until the drink was prepared, his eyes never leaving what she was doing, then slowly sauntered toward the crowd. “Thanks for coming, Sam. I hope Hands cuffedyou have a fun time. Casey, you look gorgeous. The bar’s over there and we have a feast fit for a King in the back corner. Help yourselves.” Yes, he could tell Molly was trying not to pay attention, but even from where he stood he could see how hard her nipples were through the thin fabric of the very inappropriate but damn sexy dress.

He moved toward her, shaking hands and acting casual. As he made his way he realized she already had a glass of wine in her hand, no doubt having one of the ‘boys’ in the office fetch it for her. The woman had them all by the balls. Half of the male species wanted to fuck her like a racehorse and the other half were praying to God she wouldn’t castrate them. The thought gave him an evil chuckle. Perhaps tonight was the perfect time to throw down his cards, see exactly what the feisty vixen was made of.

Molly turned her head, disengaging herself from a conversation with two of the employees, and scanned the entire length of him. Her lips were pursed, her stance telling him in no uncertainty she was hot and wet. She slanted her eyes as she lifted her gaze. There was no smile, only a look that screamed she wanted to devour him.

Tonight was about seduction, but in a way the woman might not assume he could handle. Yes, Damien wanted to sink his cock deep inside her sweet pussy, even though she was an employee, but toying with her was exactly what was needed. And he was damn good at playing the game of cat and mouse. “You look lovely tonight, Molly. So glad you could come.” The words were drawn out, his slight southern accent kicked into high gear.

“You know I wouldn’t miss the chance to celebrate my success with our staff,” Molly cooed.

The possessive tone, the arrogance was clear. He wanted to drag her into the corner, remind her who was boss, but the action would only prove to provide fuel to the already sizzling coals. “Yes, tonight is going to be an eventful evening. I assure you. Very special indeed.”

She smiled and scanned the perimeter of the room. “I certainly hope so.” When he didn’t say anything else she darted another look. “Special?”

He nodded several times before inching closer, waving to a few new arrivals. “Very. Curious?” There wasn’t any doubt given the fact she shifted back and forth, her hips swaying, that she was intrigued.

After a few seconds she closed the distance, placing her hand on his forearm. When she spoke her voice was laced with the tone of pure seduction. “If this is your idea, I can only imagine how hot it’s going to be.”

Chuckling darkly he flashed his eyes as he lowered his head, breathing a swath of hot air across her neck. “Tonight is special because you’re going to submit to me in every way I desire. Is that clear?”

Well, yes I know – this can’t happen in a real life situation. Or can it? I hope you enjoyed.

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

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Corporal Punishment…Sexual Sin

Punishment. Pain. Penance. The three ‘P’ words go together hand in hand quite often. I write many a blog as well as stories that include all three – together as well as separate. Penance is another word for punishment and more often than not within the realms of D/s many people think of a spanking or whipping. However I have to ask – are they the same? Throw in the phrase ‘Corporal Punishment’ and my bet is all kinds of convicts and imprisonment comes to mind. Well, yes that’s a true statement however the term is often used within the D/s or DD community. The actual meaning incorporates many aspects of helping submissives learn to Absolute Powerobey. As you can imagine, spanking is very important to some couples but there are many other methods. There are also various emotional aspects involved in Corporal Punishment.

Ponder this in the beginning and let’s see how the concept fares up later. There are various forms that are used and some certainly work better than others. I think for many couples, spankings become more pleasurable as time goes on. For vanilla couples, you might see a hard whipping as something you would NEVER get used to and certainly wouldn’t want more of. However, within a D/s relationship, the submissive often equates measures of pleasure deeply entrenched with various levels of pain. As you might imagine, as with any concept of stimulating the senses, you can get very used to the pain and more is needed to achieve the same effect.

Training – no matter what you believe – all submissives as well Dominants receive training – whether formally or simply by communicating, opening up totally. Sharing together is vital but I also believe that for a Dom, merely talking with other long-time as well as new Masters is vital for growth. John Patrick and I talked about this and I truly believe he would thrive being able to talk about his dark side, learn things that have worked and not worked. He’s always reading to educate himself – in a sense ‘training the trainer’. He’s used his belt as well as a very evil device called the quirt to try and keep me in line. Are spankings effective?

When the submissive craves a spanking, how can it be considered punishment for disobedience? There is a distinct argument that a punishment spanking and one meant for playtime, no matter how rough, is different. What I can tell you from personal experience is that between different implements being used to the amount and concentrated level of strikes inflicted, there can be a HUGE difference. There’s also the manner in which the strikes are issued not only the strikes against the skin but also they way they are doled out mentally and emotionally. In other words, the submissive knows in her heart when she’s being punished and absolutely hates bw leasheddisappointing her Sir or Master. That’s the nature of a Dominate/submissive relationship. When the submissive is given a belting, paddling or other method of spanking for the sole purpose of being disobedient, her heart and soul is in an entirely different zone and the punishment is very effective.

There are other methods that are used as well within the corporal punishment realm. Penance is something that both the submissive and the Dominant discuss both as rules are established and when they’re broken. Well, I know this very well having broken the very few rules John Patrick has in place. As you already know if you’ve read any of my blogs, he’s a very fair and caring Dom as well as a man. His few rules he does expect I’ll follow and is disappointed in failing me if I ‘fuck up’. Hence the reason for this blog.

Disappointment – now there’s a word. Yep, did it again. I think for many women who are strong individuals in every day life, following orders or rules isn’t always innate. Yes, we obey by the rules of the law and for some of us God, but a man telling is what to do? Hogwash. Right? Well, it does take some getting used to. Being told what to do as an adult isn’t the norm – or at least most people think this way hence the notion of full equality within a relationship. Still, we follow rules in pretty much every other aspect of our lives – work and play – why shouldn’t we have rules to follow within our household? Maybe spankings aren’t something you and your spouse would consider and that’s okay. That’s where various methods of discipline might be more effective.

I’ve talked to many D/s couples, read dozens of blogs and articles and other than spanking, corner time seems to be the most popular. Why? Reflection is very good for calming a submissive down, helping her focus on the reasons for her behavior. What I know happens with myself is that I can very easily allow the sanctity of respect to merely slip to the wayside – not because of disrespect but real life, work, being the persona of the girl before embracing a D/s or DD lifestyle. I think all D/s couples go through this certainly in the beginning. What I hope all my readers understand in the stories I pen is that any alternative lifestyle has several sides – just like vanilla ones do.

Respect something that has to be in D/s relationships. There is no rulebook, no perfect way and yes, we all fuck up. So paying penance is part of the price. John Patrick and I have talked about what will work for me – other than spankings. Tough concept – more than you think. I try to incorporate this very angst in my writing that couples must feel in trying to figure out what is the best format. I want you the reader to know emotionally for women to be in the subservient role is a powerful draw when life is tough as nails outside the hallowed walls of home. I completely respect John Patrick and the way he not only embraces my tough girl side, but also understands and has learned to nurture my needs. I also respect his place as the Dom and we both thrive when the roles are recognized. What else do you think might work?bw implements

There are various other methods including removal of privileges, denial of affection, soap in the mouth, etc. and to each their own. I can certainly imagine many others my wicked self and again, every couple needs to find what works. Penance – the word lingers in my mouth. Couples need to talk about, learn about, try and realize some will an excellent addition and others simply won’t create the environment where the submissive can or wants to obey. If you take away her television privileges and she never watches – the point is?

Appreciation – the word might seem odd given the context of the blog but I honestly appreciate how John Patrick thinks about what will help me bridge the powerful woman to the obedient submissive. His thoughts and our deep conversations have created a nurturing environment. He has a deep appreciation of the woman I am – complex and quirky, rough around the edges and sophisticated, in need to take charge yet give him complete control. The dichotomy is fascinating. We also appreciate each other – the love and caring, the vanilla and the D/s. So I think the word is vital.

Whatever you decide together as a couple is very personal and the journey you are taking together will never be like another’s. Embrace the worry, the understanding you’ll change from time to time and more importantly – enjoy together.

I’m going to do another flash series on the very thought in the new few days so stay tuned. I’d love to hear your thoughts on what works and what doesn’t – vanilla and D/s, work even or with your kids. Creativity in the obedience department is truly delicious.

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

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Pain…Sexual Sin Part IV

Pain. The word continues to evoke so many emotions in my readers. When you add the question about whether I’m a masochist or John Patrick is a sadist and I seem to garner a brand new set of readers. Seems we’re all a bit fascinated by the notion of giving and receiving pain – no matter how hard or by whom. On top of this, the notion of corporal punishment is growing in popularity. In writing my Domestic Discipline pieces, I never knew how many couples longed to be able to explore the concept within their own relationships. Let’s face it – divorce rates are Click 2skyrocketing. I have very personal opinions about this including the fact I believe the man should be in charge – you’ve heard me say this before. But I think there’s even more to the notion.

We all feel the need to be disciplined at times – some more than others. Some men would flourish if they were in charge, taking the reins completely. And they should. Women need a firm hand or sometimes merely need to be re-focused. Yes, we are more emotional. Spanking isn’t about inflicting pain, however. Of course feeling a moment or five of agony is what’s supposed to happen. Spankings are supposed to hurt. This story and what I’m talk about does delve a little bit deeper and for at least one of my loyal fans, she’s concerned for me – my safety and my well being and I very much love her for worrying. So I wanted to make certain everyone knew before reading any more of this story – everything I do with John Patrick is safe, sane and very consensual. That’s vital when trying anything having to do with any aspect of kink. You have to know and trust your partner.

That being said, both John Patrick and I are highly intelligent people. We don’t go into anything we’re sharing blindly or without deep and many conversations and without learning. He would never strike me with a flogger without knowing to some degree what he’s doing. After all, every implement is different. He certainly isn’t going to decide on something extreme such as using the violet wand without learning about the instrument and the effects totally. Rest assured. I may be a submissive and trust him totally, but my common sense comes into play as well. Important to keep in mind, John Patrick doesn’t want to harm me, but he will hurt me – whether play time or for discipline. That’s the nature of kink.

As our relationship is growing, so is our interest in learning about various aspects of kink – some darker than others. We long to share things together, but we’re taking it slowly. So no worries for me. And remember too – I’m writing about things that have happened and haven’t happened. I am an author after all with a wicked and wild mind. What you read between the pages is based on my imagination as well as real life. In talking with others about why they enjoy receiving pain or inflicting, everyone seems to have a myriad of reasons. There isn’t one thing that comes out.

his captiveFor John Patrick, he’s surprised to a point he’s becoming darker, more sadistic but as he’s said before, a lot of this is based on me. Because I want to share with him, enjoy this side, he feels comfortable to dip his toe further into the warm water. I do as well. This is all very fascinating sharing our experiences together as well as writing about them. Rather cathartic if you ask me.

I’m going to do one last portion to this story then perhaps I’ll finish it by turning Sexual Sin into a collection. I think you need to hear her side, know what she’s thinking. Don’t you?

Jennifer was shaking uncontrollably, every part of her body shivering. Nothing had prepared her for the intensity of the last few moments. Nothing. Not their deep conversations or the fact they’d played before or even that she’d been spanked with his belt several times. Blinking furiously she sniffed and moved her tongue around the ball gag. She was starting to have trouble swallowing, enough so drool was slipping past her lips, trickling down to the floor in long strings. Breathe and calm down. Just breathe. She did everything she could to stop crying, to show him she could be very strong.

“You’re doing very well,” Josh stated as he moved in front of her, tilting his head and studying the nipple clamps. Reaching out he slapped one in rapid succession.

A fire pit of raw anguish rushed up from her toes. “Oooooohhhh…” The muffled cry echoed and she could no longer hold back the tears. They streamed down her face, mixing with the beads of cold sweat lingering on her cheeks.

“Are you wet? Hmmm?” Easing his hand between her legs he rubbed up the inside of her thigh until he reached her pussy. Thrusting three fingers inside, he flexed them open as he pumped in and out.

Dear God she was going to cum. There was no way to avoid.

“Don’t cum. Don’t you dare cum. You’re not allowed to.”

How in the hell did he know she was worried? Of course, her cunt muscles were constricting around his fingers, drawing him deeper inside.

“Yes, you’re very wet.” A smile crossing his face he took a step back, removing his fingers. Holding them into the light he raised a single eyebrow then slid them into his mouth.

The suckling sound was provocative, luring her into a quiet moment of peace. She kept her eyes glued onto the flogger, the one firmly planted in his hand.

Whoosh! Crack!

The first strike caught her left breast and explosive agony rushed into her system. The second snap hit her in the stomach and her breath was taken away. Moaning, her entire body jerked forward. She managed to swallow as he took a step to the side. This time she anticipated the whips.

Pop! Crack! Slap!

“Ooohhh…” Landing on her outer thigh, then the small of her back and finally straight across her ass cheeks, she flinched with each strike.

Josh rubbed her side, rubbing his hand around to her back. Fingering up and down the length of her spine he exhaled, allowing his hot breath to cascade across her shoulders.

Jennifer clenched her eyes shut, lolling her head as he rubbed between her legs, swirling the tip of his finger around her clit. Every slice of his finger, every gentle touch drew her further into a heightened state of bliss. Whimpering in pleasure she sucked on the plastic ball, longing to be able to beg him to fuck her. She loved his cock, loved having his thick shaft buried deep inside, but she was forced to remind herself this wasn’t about making love. This was about pleasing him in any manner he desired and tonight she was his total submissive. Joy filled her heart as the tears My Bondagecontinued to fall.

“I know you want to cum. Perhaps soon, my love.”

Crack! Pop!

With every hard strike she winched, but the rush of pleasure became infused with the discomfort and for a few seconds she couldn’t distinguish between the two.

“Good girl. I love the fact you’re wearing my marks.”

Yes, she felt such strong pride. Some would think she was nuts but she did indeed love wearing his marks of discipline. In truth, she longed to be able to show them off. Sadly, few could ever understand her needs, her longings, and so she’d kept this part of her very private. She heard what sounded like him dropping the flogger and struggled to see what he was going to do next. When he reached around her, his hands cupping her breasts, she whimpered. After a few light flicks on the clamps he placed his fingers on the metal vices. The moment he released her tender nipples she screamed past the gag. “Wuckkk!” She laughed and cried, hearing the strangled word. Now she was gulping for air.

He kissed her on the shoulder and caressed her breasts, kneading them gently. “You did very well. Very well.”

His hands never left her as he walked back in front. His eyes were full of love, even admiration as he lowered his head, sucking first one then the other nipple. Her body was rocking back and forth, her heart racing. When he leaned back she studied his face, his look of utter contentment. They’d certainly grown as a couple during the last few months and she loved him more than ever.

“Now it’s time for your punishment.”

Punishment? She’d thought tonight was about playtime. Wasn’t the flogging enough? Hadn’t she been a good enough girl? A series of raw emotions swept into the back of her mind. Yes, he’d been holding off punishing her for some infractions that had continued to grow. Yes, he’d promised her they’d be taken care of then the slate wiped clean. And dear God yes, she deserved to be punished, but now? Now? Fuck me… Panting, she had no idea what to expect or how to react. What was he going to do? He’d mentioned this quirt thing. Yes, she’d seen the leather strap, knew the implement was used on horse. Horses? Really? Now she was shaking with more than just trepidation.

“I’m going to release you.”

What the hell did he just say? Release? Her ears had to be clogged. When he removed the ball gag and smiled, she gasped for air. “Sir?” God, she could do this. Yes, she could do this.

“Yes?”

“May I ask a question?”

“You may.” Patting her arm Josh began unfastening her cuffs, every move methodical.

“I thought…I mean tonight we’re…” Oh hell, she had no clue what she was trying to ask.

“If you’re asking why I’m going to punish you, because it needs to be done. I’ve waited long enough and you need this and I do too.”

Her arms free she rubbed her wrists, contemplating what he was saying. Her sir was right of course. He always was, but this was unchartered waters. The belt hurt like hell. From what little she knew about this implement from the devil, she’d be in pain for days, perhaps unable to sit down. Then again, didn’t she deserve every strike? Yes. As he knelt down, unclasping the bar from between her feet, she cringed and remembered all the wretched details of her infractions – and there were indeed several. “Yes sir.”

“You’re going to feel better once we get this over with and when we do, we’re not going to talk about what happened again. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir.” As he rose to his feet she realized she’d never felt more vulnerable yet so very alive. Swallowing hard she wiped the tears from her eyes and steadied her nerves.

“Grab onto the pole for me. You’re going to hold your position.”

My Hands“Yes sir.” Obeying immediately she grasped both hands on the pole and honestly had no idea how she was going to keep her position. Really?

“Spread your legs. I’m going to give you forty and you’re going to count them off.”

Forty? She’d die getting forty. He’d never struck her with the belt more than what, fifteen? Maybe? Holy fuck. As she opened her legs and heard him rustling in hid bag, the damn dark blue freaking duffel bag, the one with orange lettering from some fucking sports team, she shivered head to toe.

Seconds later he placed his hand on the small of her back. “You’re going to feel a lot better when we’re done. I promise you.”

Whoosh!

There was no way she could brace for the impact, the way her entire body convulsed. She bit back a yelp as the intense pain rushed into every cell.
“Count them off.”

“Yes sir. One sir.”

Crack! Pop!

“Two and three sir!” This time the yelp just occurred.

Whoosh! Pop!

“Aaaahhh…” Her body jerking she could hear a scream bubbling up from the pit of her stomach. Tears flowed freely and crazy thoughts entered her mind about never having cried when he used the belt. Why now? Because she needed the release and because the whipping hurt like a motherfucker. “Um…”

“Count!”

“Four…and um five.” Was that right?

“Good.”

As the punishment continued she fell into what could only be described as a mixture of hell and ecstasy. She knew she was bubbling out the count, her sobs mixing with yelps of pain, but she was absolutely lost in the experience. When he hit the small of her back, the tender areas just above her hipbones, she was jetted into the atmosphere. She envisioned the tattoo, the very one he’d designed for her, and knew this was the very spot the tat needed to go. Yeah, to give him a target. She almost burst into laughter.

“Only ten more. You’re being a very good girl,” Josh said as he rubbed his hand gently across her ass.

Ten more. Ten fucking more might… She closed her eyes, struggling to stay upright. The next four whips she had to be prodded into counting. “Forty five sir.” Now she was on her tiptoes, her face pressed against the cool metal.

“Five more.”

“Yes…sir…” Wailing, she was surprised at the sound, how the high pitched intensity floated above her.

Crack! Pop!

“Aaahhhh!”

Jennifer was aware the spanking had ended, could hear his soothing words as he gathered her into his arms, but she remained floating. Her body tingled and she was cold, so very cold. The moment his arms were wrapped around her, drawing her tightly into his chest, she melted. His smell was intoxicating, so comforting and she clung to him as she continued to cry.

“Ssshhh… You did very well and now it’s over. That’s done.” Josh held her, one hand nestled on the back of her head, the other caressing her back. “I’m so proud of you.”

The words gave her a smile and for the first time in perhaps her entire life she felt whole, the woman who’d been living deep inside, one held back by her own fears. No longer. This man, her sir, made her feel whole and very cherished. Pressing her hand against his chest she eased back, needing to look into his eyes. “Thank you my sir for loving me so much.”

A smile crossing his face, Josh nodded. “Now we move on.”

This was the beginning of a new chapter.

What do you think? Mmm… What I can tell you is that this is the way I feel so conveying the intense emotions isn’t difficult. This is about sharing the joy. Tell me – what do you think? Too intense?

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

 

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