Greg Dawson is on the warpath again, punishing women who have offended or cheated on their ex boyfriends and husbands.
At the same time Greg offers his services as the Corrective Action Therapist to a number of his clients - providing the reader with some interesting plots and lots of painfully sexy action.
This is the fourth in Stryker`s series and we are thrilled to be able to re-release it with the knowledge that Richard is working on the next installment.
DESTINY is a great story with some good plots - let alone the bondage, spanking and other much harder and nastier activities that Greg unleashes from his toolkit of corrective implements. Great stuff!
EXTRACT
With all the attention he’d been given, Dawson could hold back no
longer. With a twitch of his cock he came in her mouth. His semen
spurted into her mouth and dribbled out round the side of his shaft,
dripping back onto his stomach. The woman waited until his orgasm had
subsided before swallowing what remained in her mouth and then licking
up what had dribbled onto his body.
“Did you enjoy that?” She asked, straightening up to observe that
Dawson had his eyes closed, still seemingly enjoying the moment.
“Uh-huh,” he mumbled, opening one eye to look at the woman who was
still hovering over his body. “Yeah, that was really good,” he added
as he slowly returned to normality. “You should take that up
professionally.”
“What, the oral sex bit?” She laughed gently.
“No, though that was good – I meant the massage bit. Now, I suppose
you want your reward.”
“Ooohhh, yes please Mr Dawson, sir,” she went into naughty schoolgirl
mode – something she did whenever it was time for her to receive her
spanking.
“I think a hand spanking followed by a good all-over-arse paddling
tonight. We could even progress to the cane if you wish.”
“Oooooo, whatever you think I deserve, Mr Dawson, sir.” She replied,
licking her lips. “Where do you want to punish me, sir?”
“Well, seeing as we are up her already, I see no reason not to do it
with you over my lap whilst I sit on the edge of the bed – at least
for the hand spanking bit.”
“Very good, sir,” she commented, “shall I get into position for you
now?”
“Yeah.” Dawson sat up, shuffled to the end of the bed and waited for
the woman to completely undress. It was one of her habits. Dawson only
required that she presented a bare backside for her punishment but she
always chose to strip totally naked for him. When she was naked she
came over to him, positioned herself over his lap, feeling his
semi-erect cock against her flesh, and waited for him to start.
He started by feeling her buttock cheeks all over.
“Now,” he said, “you have been a very, very naughty girl and you will
be severely punished.”
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly, waiting for the delightful first
contact of his hand on her pale buttock flesh. She knew he’d turn her
bum bright red and that the stinging pain needed to do that would make
her climax time and again as each fresh stroke brought her the release
she so craved. The paddling would mean more heat to the punishment
site, bringing her even greater pleasure. As for the caning, she
imagined being bent over double with her sex and arse exposed to
Dawson.
“If only,” she thought to herself, as she felt his hand rising into
the air, “he’d take me up my bottom when he’s finished punishing me.”
