Weeks have passed while Miranda has been in the employ of the sexy and sadistic spyhunter, Yuri. Yuri has grown frustrated with Miranda's lack of results--she's supposed to be finding an assassin--and decides that our halfling heroine needs more hands on direction, and some severe punishment. Can Miranda endure Yuri's harsh spanking, or will she break under her cruel mistress's leather strap?
This short story is the third entry in a larger series. It features hot descriptions of a rough spanking and discipline session, and a lot of degradation and dirty talk on top of that! It's also a stand-alone story full of wonderful erotic content that features a recurring main character with the other entries in this series!
Approx. 4800 words, intended for adults only.
Yuri spanked Miranda again, with three sharp, fast strokes. Miranda’s body tightened and she sucked in sharp breaths as she felt those sharp spikes of pain slash across her skin. She went limp as the sharp pain faded, only to be replaced with a slow, agonizing ache that rose up where she was struck.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please stop, please, I can’t take any more.”
Miranda pleaded as more tears formed in her eyes. Her skin burned from her waist down to the backs of her knees. Yuri’s fingers trailed across her reddened skin, and Miranda took in a hiss of breath at the sensation. Where Yuri’s fingers touched, Miranda felt new, burning, tingling pain. And yet she felt such heaviness, such liquid, melty warmth, such tight arousal in her pussy.
“Then, halfling pervert, tell me something useful. Prove to me you’re more than just a filthy slut. Prove you can do something besides wallow in your own depravity, a slave to your own pussy.”
Miranda took a few quick, shallow breaths. Yuri’s body was warm under her nude flesh, and her own body burned. She shuddered and winced as Yuri dragged those hard fingernails across her aching flesh. Each left a ghostly trail of new pain in its wake.
“I think I may have a lead.”
Yuri pressed the fingers she had against Miranda’s ass firm on the ring of muscle. Miranda could feel her body yielding to those fingers, but Yuri didn’t push hard enough yet. She held them there, threatening to penetrate, threatening to slide a dry digit into Miranda’s puckered hole.
“You think, halfling? Or you know?”
“I know, I know. Just, please, I can’t take anymore, please…”
Yuri’s fingers stroked against the pucker between Miranda’s cheeks. She slid the leather strap slowly over Miranda’s flesh, danced it along the red skin. Little sparks of pain traced along with that punishing leather. Miranda’s toes curled, and she felt her clit buzz with a pleasure that was so similar to the pain in her thighs and ass. Hot, tingling, tight, and electric.
“Then tell me, Miranda. Pervert slut. Tell me, or I will make you regret every decision you’ve ever made. You’re so little, halfling. I could tie you up and leave you to hang for a few days, and you wouldn’t be worse for wear.”
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Published October 2, 2012
by Odessa Piper.
Literature & Fiction, Erotica, Gay & Lesbian.