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"Put your hands on either side of your head," she orders.
I obey immediately.
"Why am I doing this Sean?" she asks.
"Because I rolled my eyes at you," I can barely speak.
"Do you think that's polite?"
"No."
"Will you do it again?"
"No."
"I will spank you each time you do it, do you understand?"
Very slowly, Miss Laura the Victorian Spankstress pulls down my sweatpants. Oh, how demeaning is this? Demeaning and scary and hot. She's making such a meal of this. My heart is in my mouth. I can barely breathe. Shit, is this going to hurt?
Laura places her hand on my naked behind, softly fondling me, stroking around and around with her flat palm. And then her hand is no longer there...and she hits me--hard. Ow! My eyes spring open in response to the pain, and I try to rise, but her hand moves between my shoulder blades, keeping me down. She caresses me again where she's hit me. and her breathing's changed--it's louder, harsher. Laura hits me again and again, quickly in succession. Holy f*** it hurts. I make no sound, my face screwed up against the pain. I try to wriggle away from the blows--spurred on by adrenaline spiking and coursing through my body.
"Keep still," she growls, "or I'll spank you for longer."
She's rubbing me now, and the blow follows. A rhythmic pattern emerges: caress, fondle, hard slap. I have to concentrate to handle this pain.
"Aargh!" I cry out on the tenth slap--and I'm unaware that I have been mentally counting the blows.
"I'm just getting warmed up."
Miss Laura the Victorian Spankstress hits me again, then she strokes me softly. The combination of the hard stinging blow and her gentle caress is so mind-numbing. She hits me again...this is getting hard to take. My face hurts, it's screwed up so tight. She strokes me gently and then the blow comes. I cry out again.
"No one to hear you, Sean baby, just me."
And Laura hits me again and again. From somewhere deep inside, I want to beg her to stop. But I don't. I don't want to give her the satisfaction. She continues the unrelenting rhythm. I cry out six more times. Eighteen slaps in total. My body is singing, singing from this merciless assault.
"Enough," Laura breathes hoarsely. "Well done, Sean. Now I'm going to f*** you."
Too much?
This remains parody, stupidity and satire of the work of E L James; work which I have no right to reproduce legitimately. Or, probably, illegitimately. Also, any similarities between the characters depicted and actual living person(s) is entirely coincidental.
Also, if you enjoyed this, you might want to print it, 'cuz WebMaster may command it be taken down. He might just spank me.
