My First Spanking
After meeting Richard on the London Underground, Greta wakes up next morning in his big bed. This second excerpt from A Girl’s Adventure continues the Xcite Books MUST READS Promotion. If you missed Ice Cream Girls – do go back into the blog file and take a peep.
Richard placed the tray on the mahogany dresser and in his expression as he opened the top drawer was the look of someone doing mental arithmetic. She watched with eyes growing bigger as he withdrew a blue silk scarf that just kept growing longer and longer, an endless blue river of shiny fabric that he passed through his hands like a fisherman at sea and she thought he was probably a magician in his spare time and could do all sorts of enchanting tricks. As he moved away from the dresser the scarf spiralled behind, skipping and dancing over the wooden floor.
He paused and stood motionless for a moment beside the bed and she had a feeling that he had finished doing his sums. Their eyes met and remained locked as if by magnets as in one swift movement he pulled back the sheet, the linen cracking like a yacht sail as it gusted across the room. Greta had straightened her legs, her arms were at her side in a pose that in role play she had been taught was contrite, obedient. Her mind was a blank sheet of paper waiting to be written on.
He slipped his hands under her back and thighs and gently rolled her over. She felt the soft touch of silk as he tied the scarf around her right wrist.
‘Have you been a naughty girl?’
‘Yes, I have.’
‘And what happens to naughty girls?’
‘They are disciplined.’
‘And how are they disciplined?’
‘They have to be smacked.’
She knew the right lines. It was the sort of thing you do in improv.As they were speaking, Richard had somehow moved the scarf under the bed and was tying her left wrist with a slip knot that grew tighter if she struggled. Not that she had any intention of struggling. She could roll about if she wanted, but only as far as her bonds would allow and it was such a relief to be lying there without having to think about anything at all. It was like being a baby. Or a pet pussy cat and she purred as he bent to kiss her shoulder blades.
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