Friday, June 28, 2013

Real erotica (a spanking story)

How it really happened was like this.

EMILY: Ugh. These whitepapers are just killing me. I may be losing my love of writing.

CHARLES: Hmm. Sounds like you need to do some fun writing, for variety.

EMILY: (gets a notion and arches her eyebrow) Like what?

CHARLES: (catching on, up for it) Like the salacious story you should have written for me a long time ago.

EMILY: I'm sorry, Sir, I don't know what story you mean.

CHARLES: My goodness, Emily. Surely it should go without saying that you are to devote your skills to my needs. You write very well, and I like to read salacious stories. So write one for me, right now, or prepare yourself for a spanking.
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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.


  1. Most satisfactory without embellishment. :-)

  2. I'm glad you were sent off to do stories. Tibi gratias ago.

    1. Nihil est! Futuenda dēbet fābulās narrāre quae Dominō placeant. :D

  3. Does he give you commands in Latin? That could be its own scenario!

    1. He does. In Emily, Ravished by Porn I claim that I'll never reveal those commands, but I suspect they'll come out eventually. ;)