Spank Me Until I Scream!

The cabinet was lined with dozens of spanking implements. Paddles, whips, riding-crops and floggers of all shapes and sizes now met my gaze. Although I preferred to be spanked by hand, I had, in the past, allowed some of my lovers to use similar devices upon me. Now, seeing such a dizzying display of delicious torment, I sighed with pleasure. Valentina slowly drew her fingers across the collection as she considered which one to use on me.
Finally, she selected a short black leather paddle. The host plucked it from the rack on which it hung and locked eyes with me. Her green eyes burned as she made several practice swings with the paddle, cutting the air with sharp swishing sounds as she did so. Satisfied, the host walked back across the room and stood behind me once more. While at college, Gwen is introduced to spankingby her roommate, and it hits her like a lightning strike.
What starts as anaughty experiment turns into a five-year obsession, until Gwen can only truly climaxwhen her bottom is warmed, stinging, and claimed. She thinks she has masteredevery delicious detail, every rule, every sweet edge between pain and pleasure. Then she meets Kiara. Kiara is beautiful, confident, and dangerously experienced, and she takes one look at Gwen and sees a girl who is still holding back.
When Kiara brings her to an exclusive New York sex club, Gwen steps into a world of velvet shadows, strict discipline, and skilled hands that know exactly how to take her apart. By the time Kiara is finished teaching, Gwen will understand the truth: she did not know everything. Not even close. And her bottom is about to learn it the hard way.