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146 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 3, 2014
"She doesn't have the right to privacy anymore."
"And I have surprised myself with how much I like it this way. He's in control. There's never been a question about this in my mind. Take Max, take his control."
"He made me a promise. And I know that I can trust him. I know that I can give into these feelings...that I'm safe... to be turned on by his anger, his control."
"I crave your love, Max. I need your love. The pain...is part of your love and I crave it."
"Max....please...I'll do anything to deserve your forgiveness." "Do...do what you have to do...punish me...please!"
"I can't move and he's going to beat me like this. I lower my head only slightly in an agony of shame. He doesn't even trust me not to move"
"I like hurting you, Lucy"
"Her tears always make me harder."
"This is a maintenance spanking, Lucy."
"Even if you've been on your best behavior all week long, as you should be anyway...you will receive a spanking."
"You belong to me, Lucy. And, I'll do whatever I like to you. Whenever I feel like it. Do you understand me?" ... "And I like slapping you. I like the look on your face."
It's all my fault! If I hadn't been indecent, if I hadn't let those men touch me, if I hadn't gone out to lunch {this is a WORK event} without his permission...none of this would have happened. I berate myself in silence.
"You don't have the right to decide what you do, what we do, anymore. I expect you not to make plans again, Lucy. You get my permission first."
I've been controlling and demanding.
"I've never lied to her. Lucy knows her place."
"You belong to me, Lucy. You are mine. And I want you dependent on me."
There may be times when she is unable to leave the bed after a spanking, legs and ass too swollen or sore.
She knows she can't argue with me.
Her cries only drive me to want to hurt her more. I stop and take a few deep breaths, she keeps her eyes closed still.
And he told me the next day that was the only chance he was ever going to give me to make a decision for myself. I no longer had a choice of leaving him.
And I knew he was right. My heart no longer had a choice. I'd given in to him...to his anger...to his control...to his love.

I'm glad that I'm still in control of my anger enough to stop from slapping her as hard as I want to.
My anger is only slightly spent. I am hurt by her betrayals. My anger keeps heating up and I have to breathe deeply to get it under control again.
"But I can't punish you more... not tonight. You are too swollen already." Knowing that he's putting my safety and care ahead of his anger, even in his darkness, tortures me more.
I take aspirin out and walk back to the bed. When she returns I make her take these with the water. We have a long drive today and I don't want her too stiff to go.
"I want to make everything perfect for you, Lucy"







