HEAT *MATURE* Version
"Shh, little mouse, you don't have to run away..." my words were hypnotic, whispering into the magic of the atmosphere. "Spanking can be a form of pleasure, just as much as it can discipline."
She gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head, spine ramrod straight, clearly disagreeing with my words.
I stood up behind her, one hand holding her hip, and leaned down, my breath ragged against her neck, my voice husky, "I'll listen to your body... what it wants... and my body... what it needs. You won't feel the pain of correction like you did today... only the pleasure that a little bite of pain can bring."
**When the mouse runs, the cat will chase.**
WARNING - the content of this book is VERY graphic and VERY dark.
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