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Shiela knew what had been in store for her. She'd read the script - the actual script King had written and she had edited. Actually, it was more of a detailed scenario rather than a script with ased lines.
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Mark wiped his sweaty brow and leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen while he drank from a Styrofoam cup of water. Instead, she squirmed in her seat and tried not to think about the belt around her bottom that would soon be applied in a much more painful fashion.
He was definitely not dense, and neither was he tempted. Four Ducks on a Pond by Annabel Carothers. The ladies looked pretty as females ought, with their flowing skirts and long hair. You know better than that.
Home English Online. Just in case, he buckled his belt around her lower hips, making sure the heavy leather rested against her bottom, and pulled her skirt down over it so that it was hidden against her bare flesh.
Soon her whole bottom and a good area of her thighs would feel scalded as well. Were they making fun of him?
Read Book Download Book. He grinned to himself when he heard the tinkle of feminine laughter drifting from the fellowship hall just beyond and his eyes lit on the pretty female he all bent together while they worked to paint the trim for the new sanctuary. I guess it got out of hand a bit. Flight Dreams by Michael Craft. Dark Lycan by Christine Feehan. Sora's Quest by T. Once seated again in her chair, she found herself acutely aware of the thick leather underneath her buttocks.
She moved carefully, fearing it would fall off of her and the other ladies would see it, but it stayed in place. She whimpered and begged while she turned her bottom to him. Hearing his footsteps, the cluster quieted and turned in unison to watch his approach.
Chasity stopped by the bathroom to check her appearance. The ladies went back to their conversation, which thankfully, had veered away from Millicent. Her face puckered, but she removed and handed him the skimpy pink bundle, which he tucked into his pocket.
Her breaths rapid, she slowly lowered her upper body against the podium, leaving her little white bottom protruding.
It was dinnertime by the time they finished painting the sanctuary and reapplying the trim, so the men pooled their money and ordered pizza for them all. More tears popped into her eyes, but she gathered the fabric of her skirt and pulled it above her waist. He nodded. All rights reserved. She nearly cried again. Barring a miracle, Chasity was in for an awful whipping when they got home. He walked her to the Sunday School podium and pulled it toward them.
He sighed in contentment as warmth filled with chest.
No Other Man by Shannon Drake. All three of the men remaining besides Mark were on the Board of Elders and their wives were active in church functions.
She nodded in a jerky motion. She pushed a piece of hair back from her face. Her breath shuddered when she took a deep breath in an effort to will away her tremors.
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Only two couples remained by that time, plus an older man and his grown daughter. He expected them to take her under their wing and teach her how to behave like a proper Christian lady. Her nether cheeks were underlined with crimson streaks. Chasity seemed to pale and one hand reached out to grasp the back of a folding chair. Enough was enough. Chasity nodded and offered a tentative smile. Several giggles followed. The sting of her nether cheeks had lessened, but they still felt a bit raw. Something about her exaggerated tone made Mark cock his head to the side.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest and shook his head. Slowly, she again gathered the fabric above her waist. In less than an hour, it would be time for her whipping. Her stomach clenched in dread, stealing her appetite.
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Hunt Angel! The belt felt heavy buckled around her hips. She shifted in her chair, her bottom still terribly sensitive to the belt underneath.