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68 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 3, 2013
I was Lisa Preston; I was in a doctor's office, and I was about to get a very thorough physical.It should be pointed out to readers that the scene featuring a medical-themed BDSM scene is 100% consensual, it is pre-planed, and while one of the characters is a Doctor, he is not her Doctor. Clear? Ok! Now let's have some fun!
One night with her, and she'd driven me insane, and if she wanted this fantasy, I was going to make it real for her.Dr. Anderson is a divorcee draged out to a club by his married friends. His attention is quickly captured by a woman whose fantasies are as dirty as the martini she sends over to his table...
A nice guy who wasn't repulsed by my dark fantasies? This could be very, very good.Lisa can't help her attraction to the man at the bar, or her desire to go home with him... A little too much vodka and some seriously sheet-twisting sex is enough to loosen anyone's inhibitions. It's not long before Patrick has Lisa spilling all her naughty fantasies... Including one he is particularly qualified to make a reality...




I was tied up on the table, unable to move, and he was going to gag me. But if I were being honest with myself; this was the dark place I wanted to go, and I wanted to go there with this guy.
“I will put the gag back in your mouth, and fuck your throat, and you will have no choice about it, do you understand?”

I could either ignore that he’d called me a naughty girl and kiss him, or I tell him what I really wanted; I could confess that I wanted him to put me over his lap and spank me for being naughty. But, like I said, most nice guy couldn’t handle this. I decide to hint, just a little.
“Yes, I am being such a naughty girl…”
Then the spanking started, and I had no room for thought anymore.
At first, he was gentle, the strokes falling evenly on my naked exposed butt. He alternated cheeks, got a steady rhythm going, sliding his palm against my heated ass between the strokes. I was squirming around his lap, enjoying the feeling of his hand striking my skin; responding to the sound of his hand as it made contact, reveling in the heat that rose in my skin.





