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They continued down, slip-sliding when the path grew steepest. Cerberus blew by
both of them, waiting at the foot until they finally caught up, laughing from the exertion
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of not tumbling down in a heap. On the main trail again, as the trees cleared and the
sun reached its zenith, Sophie smiled up at Dave. He winked at her and strolled a few
more yards before he dropped her hand and made his way over to a tree. He flipped a
few of the smaller branches back and forth. It only took a moment for Sophie to realize
his intent and start to flush crimson. Don t make me cut a switch, girl. Because I will. When
he returned, he was holding a thin whippy branch. He sheared the leaves from it with
casual movements as they continued on their way back to his car. When he finished
stripping it bare, he handed it over to her.
Hold this until we get home.
Yes Sir. Sophie accepted the switch with shaking fingers. Cerberus ran ahead,
jubilant and oblivious, until Dave called him back to snap on his leash. Then Dave took
her other hand, squeezed it, and whistled a bright tune as they made their way out of
the forest into the city park.
She blushed as they walked through the parking lot. Did anyone wonder why she
was carrying what was obviously a switch? Dave opened the door for her, ushering her
into the car. Sophie held the switch on her lap, hot and scared and aroused and joyous,
the entire drive home.
* * * * *
Dave tried not to smile like an idiot. It wouldn t be conducive to the scene he was
trying to develop. But he couldn t stifle the grin that lurked just around the corners of
his mouth. There was nothing on earth like a midmorning hike into a forest to
photograph your beautiful sub, and then making her drive home with a switch on her
lap. A switch she very well knew was going to be applied to her gorgeous, heart-shaped
bottom as soon as they arrived home. He was looking forward to bending her over and
cuffing her to the bed. Maybe even making her stand facing the wall. And then he
would mark her lovely ass with the switch, watch her cry out and fidget as he
disciplined her
He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. His jeans were growing tight in the
groin region. But God, he loved her. He reached out for her hand and she had to move
the switch to her other hand to take it. Nice sweaty palms. Well, he wouldn t really hurt
her. Not too much.
No, just enough. He was finally getting to the point of feeling comfortable with just
how much she could take and not going any further. At first, it was always a tentative
dance. Giving out pain, gauging reactions, the guilt of going too far, or the
disappointment of not going far enough.
The intensity of pain play had never mattered to him. All he really needed was
reaction. The gasps, the sobs, the tumble down into subspace and the freeing of sexual
and emotional energy. That was all he needed to feel a scene was a success. He d been
with girls who d given him complete surrender after a light spanking over his lap, and
he d been with girls for whom no less than outright torture fulfilled them. He drew
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lines at scarring or maiming, but otherwise he was up for however much, or little, pain
a woman desired.
Sophie, so far, seemed most comfortable somewhere in the middle. A light
spanking or sensation play was not enough. Serious violence and hard pain, on the
other hand, drove her into a shell, and no wonder.
It had taken Dave a long time to get over the feelings of rage and vengefulness
every time Sophie showed him her body, marked by scars. Some were more noticeable
than others. Some were so faint that he only saw them when he was right up close to
her, licking her shoulder or stroking her bottom cheek under the high-watt lights. He
thought he must have seen them all by now. He subjected her to such scrutiny the first
days and weeks of their relationship, as much to soothe and reassure her as to inure
himself to the damage. He spent hours going over every inch of her, whispering, You re
beautiful. You re lovely. You re perfect as you are. Thinking the whole time that he d like to
smash walls for what Barry had done to her. Thinking of what he d do if he ever met
him face-to-face.
But there had been no word of Barry in the months since Dave met her, and she
claimed she hadn t communicated with him for months before. Dave made a
halfhearted effort to get her to press charges against him, but her face at those words
had stabbed at his heart. I just want to let it go, she d said. I can t. Please don t make
me. So he hadn t, although he was a hard-ass about getting her to her therapy
appointments even when she didn t want to go. He knew they were helping. He d seen
a huge difference in her since they d been together.
He also worked with her on self-defense techniques gleaned from his martial arts
experience, which gave both of them peace of mind. If Barry ever showed up at her
work or night classes when he wasn t there to defend her, he was determined she be
able to defend herself. He practiced with her a couple times a week at least, wonderful,
grapply sessions that always put him in an amorous mood.
He squeezed her hand. Speaking of amorous moods& He turned into the driveway
and looked over at his girl.
Tell me, Soph. What s the rule about eye-rolling?
I& uh& I didn t think you
Answer me. Is eye-rolling respectful behavior, even if I m not looking?
She swallowed, her hand opening and closing on the switch.
No Sir. It s not respectful at all. I m sorry.
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They continued down, slip-sliding when the path grew steepest. Cerberus blew by
both of them, waiting at the foot until they finally caught up, laughing from the exertion
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Deep in the Woods
of not tumbling down in a heap. On the main trail again, as the trees cleared and the
sun reached its zenith, Sophie smiled up at Dave. He winked at her and strolled a few
more yards before he dropped her hand and made his way over to a tree. He flipped a
few of the smaller branches back and forth. It only took a moment for Sophie to realize
his intent and start to flush crimson. Don t make me cut a switch, girl. Because I will. When
he returned, he was holding a thin whippy branch. He sheared the leaves from it with
casual movements as they continued on their way back to his car. When he finished
stripping it bare, he handed it over to her.
Hold this until we get home.
Yes Sir. Sophie accepted the switch with shaking fingers. Cerberus ran ahead,
jubilant and oblivious, until Dave called him back to snap on his leash. Then Dave took
her other hand, squeezed it, and whistled a bright tune as they made their way out of
the forest into the city park.
She blushed as they walked through the parking lot. Did anyone wonder why she
was carrying what was obviously a switch? Dave opened the door for her, ushering her
into the car. Sophie held the switch on her lap, hot and scared and aroused and joyous,
the entire drive home.
* * * * *
Dave tried not to smile like an idiot. It wouldn t be conducive to the scene he was
trying to develop. But he couldn t stifle the grin that lurked just around the corners of
his mouth. There was nothing on earth like a midmorning hike into a forest to
photograph your beautiful sub, and then making her drive home with a switch on her
lap. A switch she very well knew was going to be applied to her gorgeous, heart-shaped
bottom as soon as they arrived home. He was looking forward to bending her over and
cuffing her to the bed. Maybe even making her stand facing the wall. And then he
would mark her lovely ass with the switch, watch her cry out and fidget as he
disciplined her
He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. His jeans were growing tight in the
groin region. But God, he loved her. He reached out for her hand and she had to move
the switch to her other hand to take it. Nice sweaty palms. Well, he wouldn t really hurt
her. Not too much.
No, just enough. He was finally getting to the point of feeling comfortable with just
how much she could take and not going any further. At first, it was always a tentative
dance. Giving out pain, gauging reactions, the guilt of going too far, or the
disappointment of not going far enough.
The intensity of pain play had never mattered to him. All he really needed was
reaction. The gasps, the sobs, the tumble down into subspace and the freeing of sexual
and emotional energy. That was all he needed to feel a scene was a success. He d been
with girls who d given him complete surrender after a light spanking over his lap, and
he d been with girls for whom no less than outright torture fulfilled them. He drew
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Annabel Joseph
lines at scarring or maiming, but otherwise he was up for however much, or little, pain
a woman desired.
Sophie, so far, seemed most comfortable somewhere in the middle. A light
spanking or sensation play was not enough. Serious violence and hard pain, on the
other hand, drove her into a shell, and no wonder.
It had taken Dave a long time to get over the feelings of rage and vengefulness
every time Sophie showed him her body, marked by scars. Some were more noticeable
than others. Some were so faint that he only saw them when he was right up close to
her, licking her shoulder or stroking her bottom cheek under the high-watt lights. He
thought he must have seen them all by now. He subjected her to such scrutiny the first
days and weeks of their relationship, as much to soothe and reassure her as to inure
himself to the damage. He spent hours going over every inch of her, whispering, You re
beautiful. You re lovely. You re perfect as you are. Thinking the whole time that he d like to
smash walls for what Barry had done to her. Thinking of what he d do if he ever met
him face-to-face.
But there had been no word of Barry in the months since Dave met her, and she
claimed she hadn t communicated with him for months before. Dave made a
halfhearted effort to get her to press charges against him, but her face at those words
had stabbed at his heart. I just want to let it go, she d said. I can t. Please don t make
me. So he hadn t, although he was a hard-ass about getting her to her therapy
appointments even when she didn t want to go. He knew they were helping. He d seen
a huge difference in her since they d been together.
He also worked with her on self-defense techniques gleaned from his martial arts
experience, which gave both of them peace of mind. If Barry ever showed up at her
work or night classes when he wasn t there to defend her, he was determined she be
able to defend herself. He practiced with her a couple times a week at least, wonderful,
grapply sessions that always put him in an amorous mood.
He squeezed her hand. Speaking of amorous moods& He turned into the driveway
and looked over at his girl.
Tell me, Soph. What s the rule about eye-rolling?
I& uh& I didn t think you
Answer me. Is eye-rolling respectful behavior, even if I m not looking?
She swallowed, her hand opening and closing on the switch.
No Sir. It s not respectful at all. I m sorry.
I m glad to hear you re sorry but we have a rule about disrespectful behavior, [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]