Watching As Punishment

Watching As Punishment by Kilted Wookie "Can you come over?" Rob's voice at the end of the line sounded more like a command than a request. "I need to teach Hannah a lesson." When Clara arrived at their house, Rob was smartly dressed. Hannah, however, was naked, gagged, and tied very firmly to an uncomfortable looking... Continue Reading →

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Splash

Splash by Kilted Wookie She kneels before him; mouth open, expectant like a hungry chick. He stands before her; his cock hard, the head, a swollen, angry purple. She knew she had been bad; some unknown transgression against him. Her arse still stung from the kiss of his belt. Now, as their guests look on,... Continue Reading →

Marked

Marked by Kilted Wookie Her skin was marked. Hot lines, angry lines; such a contrast from the pale, soft white skin between them. They were the lingering evidence of the belt's kiss. In her mind, she relived the thrashing; feeling the hot tears on her face as she was made to count each stinging lash.... Continue Reading →

Blank Canvas

Blank Canvas by Kilted Wookie The skin of her naked backside; pale and smooth; a blank canvas worthy of a masterpiece. But how to mark it? What tool to choose leave an imprint on that unblemished flesh? The hand: the familiar sound of skin striking skin. Feeling the surface warm as the skin reddens in... Continue Reading →

His Hands

His Hands by Kilted Wookie She moved into his embrace and felt his hands explore her. As his lips pressed against hers, his right hand gripped her bottom tightly; his fingertips digging into her skin. She was hungry for him; her body ached, she felt myself grow wetter as the anticipation built. “Bend over!” he... Continue Reading →

The First Kiss

The First Kiss by Kilted Wookie Her arse glowed a rosy red from the repeated application of my hand. I could almost feel the heat radiating from its surface. She had been bad; she knew she had. She had sucked my cock with her usual diligence; bringing me close to the point of explosion in... Continue Reading →

Her Preferred Choice

Her Preferred  Choice by Kilted Wookie She stood there, an array of implements laid out before her from which to choose. She pondered each one. Each inflicted its own particular brand of pain. Each provided its own unique form of agonisingly intense pleasure. She considered each one in turn, weighing each one's individual combination of... Continue Reading →

The Wait

The Wait by Kilted Wookie She knelt, naked, head bowed, eyes downcast, enduring his scrutiny. Her hands were raised above her head; an offering, an act of supplication; his thick leather belt draped across them. It was an admission of her guilt, an acknowledgement of the need to be punished. She could feel his eyes... Continue Reading →

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