Chapters tagged submissive female roommate

by ErosApostasia

Chapter 3

The week goes by, mistakes are made, and demerits are given to each other. Friday night arrives. We go through the week, reviewing incidents, drinking our beers, and count up our demerits. The tension in the apartment is thick enough to on. The beers sit untouched on the t...

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Chapter 4

**Continued from chapter 3:** The bluntness of my instructions leaves her momentarily breathless. It is one thing to agree to a concept; it is quite another to hear the mechanics of it laid out so plainly. Her mind races—first to the indignity of being positioned over my knee, t...

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Chapter 5

**Continued from chapter 4:** The plan is laid out with clinical precision, leaving no doubt about the escalating nature of her humiliation. Ten strikes over the skirt. Ten over the lace. And then the ultimate exposure. Bare skin. Total vulnerability. The mental image of herself...

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Chapter 6

**Continued from chapter 5:** She grips the edge of the cushion beneath her, her knuckles white, her body jolting with each blow. She fights the instinct to squirm or cry out, knowing that to do so would only prolong the lesson. She forces herself to endure, to take the sting an...

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Chapter 8

**Continued from chapter 7:** "Please," she gasps. "Please?" I say, and I spank her again, harder. "Please what? Tell me what is happening to you. Beg me to spank you for it." The third strike is harder, more insistent, and it breaks the dam of her composure. The pain is no lo...

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Chapter 9

**Continued from chapter 8:** I step closer to her, my hand reaching out to trace the curve of her collarbone with a single finger. The touch is reverent, almost gentle, despite the power dynamic between us. "You're doing beautifully," I tell her, my voice warm with genuine app...

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Chapter 12

**Continued from chapter 11:** I stop spanking her for a moment and let her gain her composure. Her face is a mess of tears, snot, and drool. I study her with deliberate calm. "Do you have anything to say for yourself, naughty girl?" I ask, my voice low and controlled. "Before...

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Chapter 14

**Continued from chapter 13:** A primal, unrestrained scream rips from her lungs, echoing through the room—a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender. Her internal muscles clamp down on my fingers in rhythmic, pulses, milking them as waves of white-hot electricity surge...