Greetings spankos and sickos,
I’m continuing with more from The Doctor and The Naughty Girl, my full length novel contribution to the medical BDSM box set, What The Doctor Ordered. In this week’s clip, Amity’s cornertime is coming to an end, but Dr. McKendrick is realizing something much more profound is at work here… [Read more…]
Greetings spankos and sickos,
I’m continuing with more from The Doctor and The Naughty Girl, my full length novel contribution to the medical BDSM box set, What The Doctor Ordered. In last week’s clip, Dr McKendrick had put his wayward admin, Amity, into the corner, the scene cutting away as his fingers worked at the front button of her pants. We pick up this week with a continuation of that same scene… [Read more…]
Greetings spankos and sickos,
This week I’m including another little clip from my novel, The Doctor and The Naughty Girl, one of the five stories available in the multi-author box set, What The Doctor Ordered. This thing is 212,000+ words of stories from Tara Finnegan, Casey McKay, Sue Lyndon, Natasha Knight, and some dude they let tag along with them on a mission of mercy;)
As we open the scene, Amity has just come back from a trip to the bathroom to clean up from a rather unpleasant encounter between her mouth and a bar of soap… but she soon finds her punishment for her foul language is far from over. Her boss, Dr. McKendrick, is not only a strict disciplinarian — he’s also a firm believer in a miscreant thinking long and hard about her sins. Preferably in a quiet, lonely corner… [Read more…]
In the corner, she wonders what happens next.
In the corner, she shivers, her sweat covered body naked, exposed, the heat of her body cooling, though her shame refuses to.
In the corner, all she knows is sound, and sensation, her imagination weaving scenarios far more frightening than what’s actually happening behind her.
In the corner, she longs for his touch, his soothing hand, his soft kisses — and his whispered threats of what’s to come.
In the corner, she wishes she’d been a good girl — and rejoices that her Sir didn’t let the bad girl get away with it.
In the corner, she wonders if her Mistress will call her back for more punishment, or the soft caresses of forgiveness.
In the corner, she’s forced to look inside herself, to feel — and to be who she really is.
In the corner, the shame burns bright, her arousal burns brighter — until she can’t tell the two apart.
In the corner, she’s the subject, and he the King.
In the corner, she’s abject, humbled — and uplifted.
In the corner, she’s stripped, surrendered — and soaring.
In the corner, she awaits his judgment, not knowing whether she fears it or craves it.
In the corner, she weeps, her bottom blazing, the pain and the shame and the arousal and the release … one.
And in the corner, the worst punishment of all, is every second she spends without her love at her side.
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I hope you get the chance to visit some of the other stops on this wonderful blog challenge. An embarrassment of riches, June’s proving to be in blogland:)
(And no, I have zero clue why I started talking like Yoda all of sudden. It’s late.)