DUNGEON CRAWL - WHAT HAPPENS TO A NAUGHTY GIRL

Yes, we are participating in a Dungeon Crawl.  ARE WE INSANE?  Seriously folks, I don’t know that we have what it takes to run with the “Big BDSM Dogs” on this hop.  The dark, intense, hand sweating, metal gripping, back lashing drama that I picture happening in a dungeon, (not to mention one hot scene after another that I read last week) is just not at my fingertips to post.  But rather than whine, I decided to join in.  My gym teacher's favorite phrase was “don’t say I can’t – say I’ll try”.  Pretty sad, when the only words of wisdom you can come up with were from your gym teacher.  Did I mention I got a “C” in that class?  I’m hoping to get a better grade in “Dungeon”.

In this scene from our upcoming novella, “The Author”, Carla (Dana’s best friend) is an attorney who works in a downtown Pittsburgh office.  She just started dating Michael Cohen, a very sweet, mild mannered, soft spoken therapist – who happens to be Dana’s former doctor, and a very handsome, dominant man.

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The time was eight o’clock in the evening.  Michael heard his outside office door open and knew it was her.  She didn’t call, like he asked her to.  He stood at his desk as she walked into the room.  There was a look of disappointment on his face, and she knew he was unhappy.  He motioned with his finger for her to stand in front of him.

“Why didn’t you call, Carla?”

“Would you believe, I forgot?”  She fluttered her eyelashes.

“Try again, young lady.  I’m not amused … at all.”

“I don’t know.  I’m sorry.”  Her eyes lowered to the floor.

“Does my disobedient girl need to be taught a lesson?”

She quickly lifted her head.  “No, sir.”

“Oh, I have to disagree.”  Slowly, he walked behind her and stopped abruptly.  “Put your hands on the desk, right now.” 

“Michael, please.  This is embarrassing.”

“Bend over – ass out.” His tone was strict but calm as he paused to admire the view, before slowly sliding the skirt down her legs.  “I think these need to go, too,” he said as he removed her tights and panties, tossing them on a nearby chair.

“Lift your bottom higher.”  He kept the instructions brief, and tapped underneath her round cheeks, until she got into his preferred position.  When he was satisfied, his hand met her hind end with four crisp smacks in a row.  One stung more than the last, and left red imprints of his affection on each pale, bare moon.

“Please stop, Michael.  I said I was sorry.”  Tears gathered in her eyes.

“This spanking will not be over until your behind has been well-toasted,” he growled softly.  Dana, we both know how dangerous it is to walk these city streets at night, and I won’t ever gamble with your safety.  Is that understood, young lady?”

“Yes, sir.”

True to his word, the spanking didn’t end until her backside was red and radiant.  Tears streamed down her face, as he carefully moved her hot fanny to the edge of his cool, granite desk top.  Of course, she squirmed and wanted to rub her tender target, but knew it wasn’t allowed. 

“I should have called you.  I don’t know why I didn’t,” she sobbed.

“You are forgiven, my sweet.” He kissed her gently on the forehead, wiped her wet nose, and thumbed the tears from her red-rimmed eyes.  “Now let’s get your mind off your sore bottom, shall we?”

She hiccuped softly, as he gently nudged her legs apart.  With her knees open, there was room for his head to nestle right down the middle.  He kissed her tenderly on the smooth lips of her vagina, and her muscles clenched as she felt his warm breath and tongue tease her slightly.  Looking for the right spot to savor, he settled beneath the canopy of her clitoris and vibrated the tip of his tongue against her hard gem.  As Michael continued to suck and gently nibble, her orgasm exploded quickly, sending chills throughout her body.  She held on to his head, as he continued to please her again and again, until her spasms became so intense that they bordered on being painful.

Finally, Carla was sated and exhausted.  In his comfortable leather chair, Michael seated himself and pulled her onto his lap.  As he gently kissed her cheek, she looked up at him with a smile.

 

“Are we still going out to dinner, Dr. Cohen?  I’m starving.”

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Well, that’s all I got – thanks for giving us a chance.  And there are sooo many great stops to visit … so keep crawling!