Chapters tagged tables turned

by ErosApostasia

Chapter 5

**Continued from chapter 4:** Mireyah lingers in the doorway for a moment, biting her lower lip as she looks up at me from beneath her lashes. "I'll be thinking of you and our arrangement all day," she says. "At six o'clock sharp, I'll come to you—either as a maid, or as a lawy...

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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 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...

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Chapter 13

**Continued from chapter 12:** Mireyah hums a low, soothing melody—a tune that sounds like a lullaby, something a mother might sing to her child. The sound reverberates through her chest and into my back, and I feel it in my bones. "Thank you," I whisper. "Thank you, Mommy." S...

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Chapter 14

**Continued from chapter 13:** Mireyah takes my breath away in a deep burgundy satin short robe with matching lace trim. The fabric clings to her curves like spilled wine, luxurious and decadent. With a knowing grin, she flaps open the front, and I gasp as I catch a glimpse of t...