Chapters tagged spanking

by ErosApostasia

Chapter 3

**Continued from chapter 2:** I let that hang in the air between us. "So when you knock on that door at six o'clock," I say, "your outfit tells me everything. Maid uniform means you want to submit. Professional dress means you want to dominate. There's no third option. You choo...

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Chapter 4

**Continued from chapter 3:** With each subsequent spank, her body stops fighting the motion and starts chasing it. The wet spot on her panties spreads wider, the satin clinging to her swollen folds, and she rocks her hips shamelessly now—grinding down as she recovers from each...

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Chapter 6

**Continued from chapter 5:** Mireyah presses the costume into my hands, her fingers brushing against mine deliberately. "Unless, of course, you'd prefer I march down to the front desk right now and file a formal complaint?" she asks, her tone carrying a hint of amusement. "I'm...

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Chapter 7

**Continued from chapter 6:** "Come here, sweetheart," she says, her tone shifting to something more nurturing, almost maternal in its care. "Let's get you started over my knee. I'm going to put you in the right head space before we move on to anything more serious. I'll flip up...

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Chapter 8

**Continued from chapter 7:** Mireyah pauses, her hand rubbing my sore cheeks almost gently, her touch a stark contrast to the punishment she's just delivered. "Shh, just a few more, pet," she murmurs, her voice warm despite the edge of dominance beneath it. "You're doing so we...

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Chapter 9

**Continued from chapter 8:** Mireyah continues her , the hairbrush cracking against my tender flesh with rhythmic precision. My sobs fill the room—a beautiful symphony of submission and pain. The wet spot on the front of my skirt grows with each impact, betraying my body...

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Chapter 10

**Continued from chapter 9:** With that, she brings the belt down across my shoulders, the sting exploding across my skin like lightning. She works her way down my back, each strike leaving a raised welt in its wake. My screams echo off the walls, mingling with the sharp cracks...