Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Riding St. George, as a punishment (one of the spanking stories)

He sat down next to me on the bench, and took me into his arms.

"You're an asshole," I said, quietly and precisely, fighting his embrace half-heartedly, but allowing him to gather me in and put my head on his chest, my cheek against the wool of his pea-coat (it must have been December?).

"I know," he replied. "I called my Dad and said he should be ashamed of himself for giving us oil stock."

"No."

"Yes."

"Ohmygodfuckyou," I said, and burst into tears again. "I love you so much."
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For more about the "real" me, read the Companion! You'll find the rest of this post (and it's hot, I promise!) there.

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