Punishment on The Fourth

Xcite Books Ltd

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 5,100
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An erotic short story with female domination and spanking and themes. The 4th Of July in the good ol' USA can be crazy fun: picnics; barbecues; cook-outs; and lastly fireworks high in the night sky to celebrate. For Jane and Andrew the day is “explosive” in a totally different way as the lady of the house takes it very personally when her usual sub man is late for the party. Spankings, whipping and floggings make Andrew's ordeal downright red-ass painful as the married woman exercises her fem dom tendencies with her guest.

Punishment on The Fourth
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Punishment on The Fourth

Xcite Books Ltd

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 5,100
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‘The invitation was for three, wasn’t it?’ Jane asked and SWAT, SWAT she hit my bare right cheek again with the wooden spoon.
‘I mean I could allow ten, maybe fifteen minutes late, but coming at quarter to four, without a phone call?’
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK. The lanky brunette with the button nose continued, moving to my left cheek.
I rose up on tiptoes, held on to the kitchen windowsill and looked over my shoulder to watch her.
‘It’s just inexcusable, Andrew, inexcusable.’
Not that I had to tell Benny’s wife, but I had purposely occupied myself as much as I could today so I’d be late, hoping for just this kind of “welcome”.
I knew Jane to be a serious lady with a spoon or brush when she felt a situation warranted it, this was not my first time on the receiving end of this particular lady’s punishment … nor would it be my last (I hoped). As I turned forward from Jane’s intent pursed lips, I smiled towards the party flowing outside her high kitchen window and the sneaky kinkiness we were engaged in so close to it.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK.
‘Do you want any of them to know what you put me through?’ my friend’s wife chided, looking with me out of her window to her back yard.
Jane wasn’t really angry with me, nor would she ever dream of having her relatives and friends really know what we were doing (at least I didn’t think she would). Not that anyone would guess what we were up to, but I knew the very idea we were doing this – or she was doing this to me – so close to that Fourth-of-July party made her as excited as it did me.

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