I, the undersigned Sarah Jane Harshaw,
Seeing her name in that document, not written in on a line left to be filled in, but, through the magic of word-processing, actually in the document as if it were a fait accompli that she would swear she knew her professor planned to spank her, among what appeared now to be many, many other things, judging by the length of the document she held, had a sort of twofold effect on Sarah.
First, but not strongest, was the sense of wrongness. She was his student; he was her professor. How could he use her name like that, in a document intended to make it acceptable for him to spank her and fuck her? Yes, she had arrived intending to seduce him into something very similar, something not officially against the code of conduct, yet still, according to her church-every-Sunday upbringing–morally wrong. But in her perspective, that differed from using her full legal name and including it into his sexually explicit legal document.
Second, but much, much stronger, she felt a sense of erotic and, she had to admit, romantic rightness. She now felt absolutely sure that John Dunn, PhD, knew what she needed, and she was tired of pretending she didn't need it. She was tired of not letting her fantasies actually go where they really wanted to go, where she got spanked and fucked and caned and fucked and given to rooms full of men in black robes who showed her no mercy. She didn't care anymore that her father spanked her mother, and she would never end up like that, she had told herself as she planned the years ahead of her. She wanted this. She wanted him, and she wanted to be the girl in this affidavit, his girl.
known henceforth in these presents as “the girl,”
She couldn't help it: she moaned aloud when she read that, and looked at Professor Dunn, asking (to her aching inward shame) whether he permitted her to begin touching herself yet. She saw him nod his head. She whimpered, and, with the feeling of wrongness now strangely increasing the feeling of rightness, of extreme, irresistible hotness, moved the tips of the fingers of her right hand naughtily (oh, so naughtily) inside the gusset of the lace thong, not from above, from her waist, which would have been naughty enough, of course, but from the side and below, from her right thigh, which, for reasons she had never really understood, seemed much more shameful and therefore, of course, much hotter. And she returned to reading.
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When Professor John Dunn moves to Corbin's Bend, hoping to live the spanking-centered BDSM lifestyle for which he has always yearned, he gets more than he bargained for when his brilliant student Sarah Harshaw sets out to seduce him. Sarah, in turn, gets much more than she bargained for when she finds herself taken in hand, and loving it.
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I am currently reading this book. So far, it's great. I can't wait to find out how it ends!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for letting me know, Marybeth!
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