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Robyn’s Session – BDSM with happy endings

Robyn's Session

Robyn Was Unique among Mistress Tish's slaves.

Mistress Tish had a few female clients, all with their own special needs but Robyn was standout the most unusual, but also the one she liked to most. Robyn had a high powered job and the stresses needed regular relief, a relief that heavy corporal and a happy ending brought.

But that wasn't all that was unusual abut Robyn, it was the way Robyn reacted in session that was unique.

Read all about it on SilentQuivers website - blog and free stories.

The only problem was that she could see herself in Robyn. Unless she managed to break the cycle, she could see herself being just like Robyn, her dream unfulfilled, her relationships non existent and her soul damaged.

So, on Silentquivers.com - lookup Robyns session.

 

Robyn’s Session – Except from Job Offer

In amongst editing ‘Strict Learning’ my next book for release, I had a quick look in next book in the Physicist Dominatrix series, ‘Job Offer’ which is about 95% complete.

I was revising it because an idea came to mind which I wanted to get down on file before it slipped through the mental cracks.

Job Offer – Book 3 of thePhysicist Dominatrix Series

‘Job Offer’ is a pretty crap title erotica-wise, but when you’re interviewing a dominatrix for a job, how would that go? Can you imagine the kind of assessment required? Is she going to be the right kind of dominatrix? Is she able to craft the kinds of sessions required?

Now, not only is the actual job interview a focus for the book, but also a number of sessions are given in the book. One is to Robyn, someone desperately needing a session for all the normal reasons.

Robyn breaks new ground for my books so far. In a previous life there was a Robyn for me and so I channeled what I think that Robyn would require in a session. For those who would like to read about a female corporal session, this should appeal.

Here is an Excerpt

Scene : The start of Robyn’s session. Mistress Tish has put Robyn into suspension and is about to administer the first corporal of the session.

“The belt first,” she said when she was standing in front of Robyn. She took off her wide leather belt and wrapped it round her fist till just a foot was hanging free. Pulling on it, tightening it up, she extended that to just under a foot and a half. Then putting it over her shoulder and bringing it forward with a lazy forehand round-house stroke she strapped it across Robyn’s left breast a cracking blow.

The breast wobbled and Robyn shook, jumped and gasped, her eyes half closed as she was well into the dream already, free falling into sub space. She’d obviously been looking forward to this, thinking about it, wanting it.

“Yahhh. YOU fucking BASTARD!” screamed Robyn at the top of her lungs, penetrating out through the door and echoing into the corridor beyond.

The transformation was instant and complete and shocking. The first time this had happened she’d been astounded, thinking Robyn was cursing Mistress out but it became clear quickly.

She gave Robyn’s right breast a healthy back hand stroke of the belt and Robyn screamed out, “yaahhh, you’re such a bastard Jeremy, I’ll fucking kill you, you sick bastard.”

She gave Robyn another forehand then a backhand stroke of the end of the belt to Robyn’s breasts and each time she swore at Jeremy calling him every name under the sun.

Robyn is a pleasing character. I can see a future for her in this series. I’m thining book-5 (partially written) perhaps? More later.

‘Trikki

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First pass editing is almost complete on this new book. I'm happy with where it is going, sharpening up the dialog and looking closely at the action to make sure it's flowing.

Classroom discipline is something that has been dear to the hearts of many bringing back strong feelings. In 'Teaching Teachers' the strap and can are not spared.

A Small Sample

Scene. Ms Dupree has had  her class interrupted by two girls running down the corridor and shouting. She finds them in Mr Hughes class where she administers discipline. Mr Huges finds he admires the sight of Monica and her strap.

Ms Dupree nodded slowly, "You two! Hands up!" She pointed her strap at the two late comers who were looking terrified now.

Slowly the two girls raised their left hands then supported them with their right. Ms Dupree walked in front of the first, flicked her strap out so it landed into the upheld palm, stepped back slightly, pulled the strap back then flicked it over her shoulder.

When her left hand went behind her back and gripped the tails he noticed something for the first time. With her breasts jutting out provocatively from her sheer top, her knees slightly bent and the stockings leading up to her short skirt, she looked erotic-hot. This was damnably erotic watching her give a strapping!

Monica strained for a moment as she pulled the strap between her hands and then with a tug the strap swished through the air to crack down on the unlucky palm bringing a scream to the unfortunate recipient’s throat that could not be contained. "Change hands," was the terse command.

The stroke was repeated so that the girl now had two enormously throbbing palms leaving her visibly shaken by the power of the strap slamming into her soft palms. The other girl was then to have her turn with Ms Dupree standing in front of her measuring the distance. Then the strap was withdrawn, flicked over the shoulder, its tails gripped then brought down with yet another sharp and mighty crack. Similarly the other hand was strapped so that now both girls stood shaking their stinging hands and looking distressed.

Then the ominous word from Ms Dupree, "Again," brought sobs, "Please no Ms Dupree. Please," they pleaded in unison but in vain.

Ah, classroom discipline. How times have changed.

In 'Teaching Teachers' you'll find a new slant on olden day discipline but that's not all. Here some of the teachers take a little old fashioned discipline also.

You'll find this on amazon at Strict Learning

Special pre-order pricing is still in place. Do take advantage of this to get a 60,000+ word hot eBook for a bargain basement price.

'Trikki

Pre-Order – Strict Learning, 60,000 words eboook

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?

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I hope you enjoyed it – ‘Trikki

Excerpt – Physicist Dominatrix Book-4

Book-4 of the Physicist Dominatrix series has our intrepid protagonist working both as a scientist and as a BDSM practitioner seeing to the specialist needs of other scientists. I’ve got it mostly written and how it connects to the soon to be released Book-3 .

Here, she is being asked how she’s achieved such a remarkable turn around in the people she’s sessioned. The general has no idea what’s been done but he is suspicious based on information from the base psych doctor ‘Josh’.

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“Josh said you play act better than anyone he’s ever seen. Now me, I’ve been thinking something. If I bring in my own team of MPs and we tear this base apart. What are we going to find then Doctor Swift? Will there be any surprises?”

That did it. She turned off the sob story look instantly. She put on the superior look as the inner dominatrix unfurled her claws. She lifted her head up then smiled sharply, the kind of smile that held no warmth and was designed to intimidate. “So general,” she said then stopped for a moment, taking control of the conversation.

“In my estimation, in two months time their productivity will decline. Give it six months then James and Vanessa will be twitchy. In twelve months James will be screaming at the walls and Vanessa will be bouncing off them. That is if they don’t suicide or do something there is no coming back from. Send them to St. Claire and you can expect a few months reprieve at best. It failed before, you repeat failing strategies?”

General Moore sat looking at her, knowing there was more to come. He looked owlishly at her, at the sudden transformation. “Young Josh did get some things right then,” he said. “Remarkable.” The change in her was extreme. Gone was the passive shy scientist.

She wasn’t finished, he’d not felt the hot breath on his neck, not suffered under the lash of the dominatrix. “You make it difficult for me and when that day comes, as it will,” she put her foot out, showed him her toes, wiggled them, “You will crawl on your knees and kiss my toes, individually, before I work my magic. Oh. And a written apology with three boxes of Lindt chocolate.” She said it quietly, held up three fingers, and gave it her best Mistress threat voice.

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I find Mistress Tish a lot of fun to write for.

‘Trikki

 

 

Excerpt – Strict Learning – Teaching the Teachers

Teaching The Teachers is a new series. I’m editing book-1, Strict Learning.

It’s painful. I’m doing more removing than adding of content in editing this new book. Going back over what I wrote a year ago I see so much to change.

Here’s a warts and all except;

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Ms Smeet took her strap off the side table, holding it in both hands in front of her, waiting for Cath to obey.

“You need your hands strapped young lady, before and after you ride my lovely new strapping stool. A nice six of the very best to those hands for you to feel whilst your bottom is getting a dose of my belt. Your hands can be stinging as I use my nice new belt then the prison strap. Your hot stinging hands will be firmly strapped to my stool when I cane you so hard across that little bottom of yours it will take your mind off your throbbing hands.”

She looked Cath in the eyes and smiled as she added slowly and firmly, raising and lowering her strap in her hands for emphasis, “That’s six of the very best to each hand young lady,” she said as she ran her strap through her hands slowly, relishing the feel of the leather and making Cath aware of the strap.

Ms Smeet understood extremely well; her saying ‘strapped’ and ‘strapping’ and emphasizing it whilst holding her trusty strap in her hand was a major part of the whole process.

She knew Cath would be watching, looking at the strap, thinking about what was going to happen and how much it was going to hurt. Hearing the words and the certainty would all be adding to the moment, adding to the inner tremors of excitement. When she raised the strap and let it fall, when she ran it through her hands, it was like a magnet to Cath’s eyes, making her focus and taking all thoughts of anything else right out of her mind and replacing it with the words ‘strap’ and ‘strapped’ and ‘strapping’ echoing around inside her head.

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It’s painful to read. I’m thinking I’ll cull lots of the text to leave just the core of the story; Cath gets a strapping. I might save the original, painful though it is.
‘Trikki