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Confess (part 3): look at yourself
When she’s sat for long enough in the aftermath of her wanton behaviour – knickers down, bent over the desk in his office, palms smarting from the whipping that kicked off her punishment, he calls her through to the lounge.
Just one word, barked with force and anger:
“Come.”
Note: degradation/humiliation, consensual role play, beating, fucking-as-punishment, slut shaming. Catch up on part one (gang bang in a bar) and part two (tell me where you’ve been) then pop back here for the climax.
Covered in cum – a shower room fantasy
This gorgeous shower room fantasy is written and read by Sundial.
Note: This is a fantasy about being tied to a drain in a gym and covered in cum. There is also a nice spanking by a very powerful person at the end of it, but that’s not the focus in this one.
“I wonder what it’s like to be completely covered in cum.”
That got your attention.
“Tell me more.”
Confess (part 2): Tell me where you’ve been
He’s alone in his office when she walks in. Shattered, trashed, spent, and covered in cum, when she nudges the door open she knows exactly how she looks. The dishevelled, post-fuck, ruined look on her face pairs well with the tattered remains of the shirt she once wore. The mess of her hair is a crowning glory of sluttery and shame. The bar, the beer, the men, the degradation… all of it happened as a prelude to this moment. She walks into his office, raises her eyes to meet his, and receives one simple instruction: “Confess.”
Note this story contains beating, punishment, consensual BDSM and humiliation.
Guest blog: Are you a dirty fucker?
Pretty hard to write an intro for this post that consists of anything other than ‘Holy fucking shit this is hot’, so I won’t even try. Please welcome the phenomenal @jamiebear – who has contributed stunning guest blogs here before on being a proud sub, and the sexiness of smell – to share an outrageously horny story about a spanking event. And – all together now – holy fucking shit this is hot.
Spanked with leather gloves
It’s cold, so he wears gloves. He’s trying out new ‘looks’ lately, so they’re leather. Well… the vegan equivalent of leather at any rate. Soft, black, expensive. They cushion and protect his palms when he thwacks me on the arse.