Fresh from her first training session, Lisa barely has time to take a shower before her step-father, Doug, is ready to continue. He orders her to walk with him in the park, clad in only a thin cotton dress and her growing desire.
Once at the park, Doug wastes no time in showing Lisa the kinds of rewards she will get for being an obedient young woman, and opens her to new forms of pleasure she hadn't discovered before. But she wants to do more for him, too...
Warning: this 4000-word erotic interlude includes explicit acts of sex between consenting adults, which would be considered taboo by some people.
Excerpt:
"Come here." He took my arm and led me to a flat rock at the far end of the clearing, and pointed at it. I sat down. I was facing the waistband of his shorts--I suddenly realized what he was planning.
"I talked about discipline a lot today," he said, his voice still stern. "And yet you keep arguing with me and contradicting me."
"But I wasn't--"
"Again," he said sharply, cutting me off. "I'm not asking you a question. I'm telling you a fact. And when I tell you a fact, you will simply believe it. Do you hear me?"
This was crazy. "But I--"
He moved faster than I could have believed. In one fluid motion, he yanked on my arm to drag me to my feet, then sat down on the rock and pulled me back down onto his lap. I landed painfully, his thighs knocking the breath out of my stomach, my left tit jamming painfully against his knee. I cried out in pain.
He ignored me, though--he wasn't done with me yet. One arm came down on my back like a clamp, keeping me in place. The other hand--I felt the cool forest air on my skin--and then--
--smack!--
His hand landed on me like a hammer, much harder than the little taps he'd given me before--
--smack!--
--again, the pain so intense I could feel it in my mouth--
--smack!--
--tears welling up in my eyes, my legs starting to thrash around as though I was no longer in control of them, but I could barely move under his strong arm--
--smack!--
"Please!" I whimpered. "Stop!"
I felt him raise his hand once more, and anticipated another hard blow.
"Are you going to behave?" he asked.
"Yes," I blubbered. "I'll behave. I'm sorry."
"Are you sure?" he said. His voice was softening a little, wasn't it?
"Yes, yes," I said. "I'll be good. I promise." My flesh was on fire, although I could also feel something else--a tingling--
He lowered his hand and laid it on my burning bottom. "There," he said. "That's better."
"Yes," I said, one last sob escaping my chest.
"There, there," he said, lightly running his hand across my cheeks. "That's better, isn't it?"
"Yes," I whispered.
His hand ran up to the small of my back, down to my thighs, around my hips and carefully, gently, massaging the area he had been beating mercilessly only a few moments ago. "There," he cooed. "Relax. I'll make it better."
"Thank you," I said. The tingling was growing, mixed with the pain and the pleasure of his hands running across my skin.
"Yes," he said. "You let me make it better."
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