It is finally Saturday and I am at a writers retreat and I am so happy to be around other authors. So much that I almost forgot to post a Saturday Spanks post! I couldn’t let that happen, so let’s find out how Molly does in this week’s Sat Spanks sneak peek.
Molly saw the paddle rise into the air, her body tensing as he sent it crash back against her ass again. Shrieking through the gag, Molly struggled again, her breaths coming out in short pants.
“Suck it up, pet,” he sneered as he landed the third swat. “Or let me put this in a way an American will understand. Your ass is quite literally mine. Mine to strike, mine to taunt, mine to fuck, and now I have it right back here where it belongs.”
Molly baulked at his words, something about them sending her crazy. She screamed against the plastic in her mouth, yanking her arms at the straps, but it was futile. It was all futile.
Connor laughed at her performance; the fucker actually laughed as he delivered a number of hard strikes in fast succession. The sound of the paddle hitting her flesh filled the small room, consuming her with her own desolate fate. Was this to be it then, she wondered?
If there was really no running from Connor, then was her destiny to be his play-thing, his pet?
The thought was crushing, but instinctively she fought. She fought for air, for the will to get through this, for just an ounce of freaking composure; for anything which might help.
But there was nothing. There was only Molly, the damn bench with its impossible straps, and Connor. She sensed the paddle in his hand was only the first weapon he would use to break her.
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