The Rough Sex Collection: Volume One
For those who like it rough: here are five tales of bad girls and their delicious, hardcore punishment. 3 previously published stories and two brand new and not available anywhere else. More
For those who like it rough: here are five tales of bad girls and their delicious, hardcore punishment. 3 previously published stories and two brand new and not available anywhere else.
Contains three previously published stories: Rough Sex At The Office (Forced To Serve The Boss), Rough Sex And The Dom (She Crossed The Wrong Dom), and The Professor Is A Dom.
Also includes two BRAND NEW tales of rough sex and punishment, never published before: The Shoplifter And The Security Guard, and The Prison Nurse And The Escaped Convict.
“You know our school’s policy. If I report this, you will be expelled immediately. Which is what you deserve, of course. All that money of your parents…down the drain. And you’d be kicked out of the dormitory. From the conversations I’ve overheard, there’s no love lost between you and your father and stepmother. So what will you do? Where will you go?”
Tears filled Gwen’s eyes and spilled down her cheeks. He had no right to taunt her like this! He’d already won, totally and completely. Why did he have to be so cruel, to rub it in?
“I don’t know where I’ll go,” she muttered miserably.
“Well, Gwen, that’s quite a dilemma, isn’t it? I can’t just let you go without any punishment. You deserve to be punished…quite severely.”
Suddenly, Gwen realized that he was looking at her with a strange, cold intensity. She hugged herself nervously, shifting her weight in the chair.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“I mean…how badly do you want to stay in school? You’ve got half a semester left.”
Gwen just stared at him. If she graduated, her parents would pay for her to go to graduate school – which was at least another three years of a free ride. If she didn’t graduate, she was doomed. And Professor Miller knew it, damn him.
“I….I want to stay in school v-very badly,” she stammered, cheeks flushing.
“If that’s the case, then you will accept your punishment. And it will be quite severe. And it will last for the rest of the semester. You will be at my beck and call, and you will obey me instantly, without question, no matter what I ask of you. And when you are having a punishment session, as you are now, you will call me Master. If at any time you decide to end our arrangement, I will turn you in to the school’s disciplinary committee. And I assure you, between the two of us, I am the one who they will believe.”
Her heart was hammering again, and she felt faint with shock. But what could she do? This man completely controlled her destiny.
“Y-yes, Master,” she muttered miserably. She was embarrassed to realize that she was actually getting turned on, that her nipples were turning to hard nubs that poked against the flimsy white fabric of her shirt.
“We’ll begin your punishment immediately. Stand up, and bend over, with your hands on the desk.”
“What? But I-“ He gave her a look that froze the words on her lips.
“Yes, Master,” she said quickly.
She stood up, bent over, and placed her hands on the desk.
He walked up behind her, holding a ruler in his hand. She blanched with fear. What was he going to do with that?
He reached around and unzipped her pants, and with one yank, they slid down to her ankles.
Then he ran his free hand over her tanned, perfectly round butt cheeks, and slid a finger under her white g-string.
“You’ve got a perfect ass for spanking,” he informed her. “And if anyone ever deserved to have their ass whipped, it’s you.”
And he lifted the ruler and brought it down on her left butt cheek with a resounding smack. Hot pain streaked through her body.