CHAPTER SEVEN
    
    “Oh­hhh,” Gl­enda moaned, hold­ing her head in her hands and rock­ing back and forth on the dirt in hor­ror.
    Every square inch of her vi­ol­ated body ached with pain. Her pussy throbbed with agony as rivu­lets of jizz still leaked out from between her labes.

Chapter 4

Gillian clutched the cold tabletop and lay there, sobbing. Her ass ached, and her body throbbed with the pain of the abuses she'd suffered. Desperately, she raised her head and tried to see if there was some way out of the room, but there was only the one door and she knew that it would be locked.

The door opened and Dean and Rose came back in. Rose carried the whip, and grinned as she strolled over to Gillian.

"Bit rough with old Marty, right?" she said brightly. "Well, don't worry, it's just me and Dean now, and we'll be real gentle with you, won't we?"

*** Chapter 6: Possibilities

Part One:        The Silk Room

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The pencil flickered in the police Inspector’s fingers and twirled for a moment before coming to rest. It was a small sign of tension, a poker tell, that she could not stop herself from doing.

“So tell me what grounds that you have for going to the trouble of getting a warrant?”

The woman facing her watched the pencil come to rest before she gathered her thoughts.

Chapter 10: "Patriarch Games"

I helped her up. She seemed apprehensive. I suppose I 
couldn't blame her -- we had hardly parted on the best 
of terms. Her eye makeup was smeared and I could tell 
she'd been crying again. I looked into her eyes and she 
tried to look away. The posture collar made that 
impossible and I grabbed her chin and forced her to 
look at me.

Chapter 1

Conflicting thoughts raged through Janine's mind as 
adrenaline surged through her body. Feelings of 
humiliation, outrage and fear mingled with sensations 
of titillation, sexual arousal and wide-eyed 
exhilaration. Janine was becoming increasingly lost in 
the excitement of the moment. 

Lauren slapped her alarm clock off, still groggy after a night of bad sleep.  She had dreamt all night about her coming spanking; they had not been good dreams.  She was a little embarrassed to realize that she had, in her sleep, rolled over onto her stomach and pushed her pillows down under her pelvis as though she was getting into a spanking position.  Her nightshirt had drifted up leaving her butt exposed to the cool morning air.  It really wasn’t any wonder, she supposed, considering that last night was the first time she had ever gone to sleep knowing without any do