General Erotica
Short Stories Spanking and Bondage
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Published:
09 / 2004
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SYNOPSIS
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Anna Liszt brings us the first in her incredibly erotic and powerful series on Bondage Lessons.
Being the very intimate account of her own introduction to bondage and submission, Anna gets the juices flowing from the very start of her first lesson.
This short story will leave the reader longing to know where she goes from here and will leave the reader in no doubt as to how Anna gets her pleasures in life!
Powerfully erotic bondage story with lots of sex and spanking.
EXTRACT
The cane patted my upturned cheeks again. The thrill of submission, my
own position of total helplessness and the knowledge that the pain of
the next stroke would only serve to increase my wanton desires for the
gorgeous hunk who was my teacher and my master, made me very wet
between my legs.
I knew, as the cane caressed my buttocks for the final stroke, I
would soon be screaming out as my master administered the penetrative
force of his cock that I was craving. It was a craving that had
started over an hour earlier and I was desperate for him.
AND AN EXTRA EXTRACT
“Well, I would like to make love to you, but only if that’s what you
want.”
“I do, but I have to tell you it’s been a while so you might have to
be patient.”
“Oh, I will be patient. Now, something I must tell you. I like my
women to be submissive and let me take control. I will not hurt you
but if you can let me take control I promise you tonight will live in
your memory for a long time to come.”
“Okay. I’m pretty submissive anyway, so I guess that won’t be a
problem. What do you have in mind?”
“We’ll just see what happens for now.”
To stop the conversation, he reached round with his head and planted
a kiss on my cheek. I half-turned until our mouths met. I was pinned
against the rail and could not move much and the feel of his athletic
body close to mine was rapidly filling my body with desire.
On the table, the coffee started to cool.
“Look out to the sea, Anna,” he whispered in my ear, “and bend over
the railing slightly. Then shuffle back and open your legs a little.”
I did so and in a moment I felt his stomach pressing into my
buttocks. I could also feel his manhood as its stiffness pressed
urgently against the flimsy material of my dress.
“Can you feel me?”
“Of course I can. What are you going to do?”
“Take you now, if you are okay with that?”
