This story has everything. It has spanking, it has rebellion, it has heady eroticism and in addition to that trio of spanking excellence, it has genuine insight into the nature of what it is to submit. If you’re looking for a story of not only spanking, but the delicious struggle of submission, Buttons, by the talented Lunargirl, is a story you really must read.
Excerpt:
I feel your presence directly behind me and my mind begins to wonder just where exactly do we go from here? What is your plan? What happens now, and how will I know what to do if I don’t know what to expect? I feel my old companion, fear, begin to take my hand and lead me to the places I would rather not visit. I do not want this, I do not want to go here. I try to hold on to the anger because I know that as long as I can be angry I will not be afraid. I don’t want to be afraid, but I know that I am afraid. What am I afraid of? Why should I fear? I know that you would never harm me, not in your anger, not ever. Why do I fear? I find that the answer does not matter as much now, I am not capable of the anger now. There is no reason to be angry with you, only with myself. Why does this have to be so hard? This should be simple, yet, it is so difficult.
I feel the plug first pulled slightly, then twisted. I moan even through the gag. I thrust my backside out and toward you, arching my back. I have forgotten my fear for the moment, feeling only lust. You are working the plug slowly around and in, then back and starting all over again, my continued moaning stifled by the gag that is still in my mouth.
You know what this does to me. You know. It takes less than five minutes before I am so wet, so hungry for you. I try to beg you to take me, knowing all the while that there is no way you can understand the words, you can certainly tell by the way my body moves. You step directly behind me, your groin upon my backside, pressing yourself against my punished bottom.
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