Table of Contents:
CHAPTER ONE - BONDS OF MATRIMONY 1
CHAPTER TWO - DISCIPLINE FOR DOROTHY 15
CHAPTER THREE – PAIN 31
CHAPTER FOUR - WITH THIS RING... ! 45
CHAPTER FIVE – HORSEWOMAN 65
CHAPTER SIX - THE WILLOW SWITCH 86
CHAPTER SEVEN - DISCIPLINE DILEMMA 102
CHAPTER EIGHT - PAYMENT BY PAIN 118
CHAPTER NINE - LOCKED LIPA 146
CHAPTER TEN - THE RING ON THE RANGE 171
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"Etta did a good job on you."
"She said you told her to whip me hard. She's a good girl. She worships you the same way Quince does." The feminine voice was low but without complaint. "Oh, Joh...!" Brooke sighed luxuriously. "There were times when I though I'd never last out."
"I never had any doubts."
"Whipped a hundred times...!" The girl's voice rose in incredulity. "Even though I can still feel every stroke I can't quite believe it's over, that it's been done to me."
Scanlon traced a hard finger gently across ridged skin to make his wife wince and gasp. His tone was solicitously curious. "What's the reactions, Brooke?"
She did a partial turn to face him. "Mostly relief. A kitten full of cream feeling. I'm gloriously luxuriating in just being here like this--and I'm horny as hell."
"I'll deal with that in a minute. Right now I'm luxuriating in you too. Lay flat again, I don't want to miss a single purple line."
"Sadist!"
"Masochist!"
"I hate that word." Brooke obediently flattened her breasts against the sheet and frictioned her hips lasciviously. "Poor old Sacher Masoch was a pathetic male. There's nothing pathetic about me." She cocked up an anxious eye. "Or is there?"
CHAPTER ONE - BONDS OF MATRIMONY 1
CHAPTER TWO - DISCIPLINE FOR DOROTHY 15
CHAPTER THREE – PAIN 31
CHAPTER FOUR - WITH THIS RING... ! 45
CHAPTER FIVE – HORSEWOMAN 65
CHAPTER SIX - THE WILLOW SWITCH 86
CHAPTER SEVEN - DISCIPLINE DILEMMA 102
CHAPTER EIGHT - PAYMENT BY PAIN 118
CHAPTER NINE - LOCKED LIPA 146
CHAPTER TEN - THE RING ON THE RANGE 171
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"Etta did a good job on you."
"She said you told her to whip me hard. She's a good girl. She worships you the same way Quince does." The feminine voice was low but without complaint. "Oh, Joh...!" Brooke sighed luxuriously. "There were times when I though I'd never last out."
"I never had any doubts."
"Whipped a hundred times...!" The girl's voice rose in incredulity. "Even though I can still feel every stroke I can't quite believe it's over, that it's been done to me."
Scanlon traced a hard finger gently across ridged skin to make his wife wince and gasp. His tone was solicitously curious. "What's the reactions, Brooke?"
She did a partial turn to face him. "Mostly relief. A kitten full of cream feeling. I'm gloriously luxuriating in just being here like this--and I'm horny as hell."
"I'll deal with that in a minute. Right now I'm luxuriating in you too. Lay flat again, I don't want to miss a single purple line."
"Sadist!"
"Masochist!"
"I hate that word." Brooke obediently flattened her breasts against the sheet and frictioned her hips lasciviously. "Poor old Sacher Masoch was a pathetic male. There's nothing pathetic about me." She cocked up an anxious eye. "Or is there?"