I’ve decided to set a hard-limit on publishing my next book. On 22 Jan 2018 it will be finished for delivery on 23 Jan.
I’ve done this to force myself to finish it NOW. After all, it is written and I just need to edit it ruthlessly.
~~ un-edited excerpt
Every movement of her body made her aware of her predicament. Moving her shoulders pulled on her arms making the straps holding her tightly dig in slightly and the waist strap move against her. Moving her hips, rotating them slightly, did the same for the straps holding her legs but also made her hotter and hotter. Moving her head upward slightly, to look ahead, pulled on the strap holding the penis gag in her mouth and that was in itself strangely erotic. It was a little like a man was holding her head and thrusting slightly, squeezing her slightly as he thrust inward so it wasn’t difficult to let her imagination run riot.
Not long later she heard from Ms Smeet in her office, “So girl, you’ve heard my other client taking a strapping from my lovely belt on her bare bottom. Now it’s well and truly time for you to trial having a hot bottom from my belt. Drop your trousers,” came the very sharp command from the office, echoing slightly across the floor.
The delay was not that long, only maybe a minute but then the command, “Bend over the chair girl, grasp the sides of the seat in front. If you let go, I’ll give you an extra six of the best.” Ms Smeet was sounding definite and in control, just as she normally was.
Seconds later came the familiar cracking sound of leather belt on buttocks. As she lay bound and gagged over the strapping stool she realized the sound of someone getting a good hard strapping was really quite erotic and something she would not have thought of before. Now, the regular crack of belt on bottom just made her hotter and hotter and as she was so tightly restrained onto the strapping stool, it just made her hotter and hotter again.
Being denied the ability to masturbate was an erotic and delicious frustration.
Each crack of the belt preceded a shrill cry from the woman bent over the chair. Clearly this was more intense than she was expecting. Her own experience of the belt was that it certainly stung like the devil but it was nothing to scream out about. Maybe the woman was new to corporal punishment?
I hope you enjoyed it – ‘Trikki