J McKenna: Naughty girl

“What k-kind of punishments…Master?”

“For starters, I’d have you remove all your clothes and assume the position. If you continued to refuse, I’d have to get out the ruler.”

“And, if that didn’t work?”

“Then I’d have to assume you liked parading around half-dressed like a Naughty Girl. Perhaps you’d learn your lesson if you went out to dinner in a short skirt, flashing the waiters.”

DeeDee opened her mouth then closed it again. Carl could sense the heat building up in her. Her neck flushed pink.

“Well?”

“Whatever you say, Master. Just please don’t make me wear underwear.”

Carl pretended to look disappointed, yet he enjoyed the rush of sexual energy the little exchange had created. This woman was a pistol! Even after her ordeal, she still liked the games they played.

“Go get the ruler,” he said. “And when you come back, you’d better be prepared to assume the position!”

She smiled, rose gracefully and left the room.

Carl felt his cock press against his pants. He looked down. “Aren’t you the naughty one?” he smiled.

J.W. McKenna is a former journalist who took up penning erotic romance stories after years of trying to ignore an overly dramatic—and often overheated—imagination. McKenna is married and lives in the Midwest, where polite people would be shocked if they knew what kind of writing was being done in their town.

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