Mery Kinkmass, another mini-bingo
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aldersprigFrom my card, the second-from-bottom row.
Settings include Addergoole, Tír na Cali, and Facets of Dusk
5 stories, exactly 100 words each.
Content warnings: none.
Whipping/Flogging
When Ursula came home in a flurry of slammed doors and tossed purses Stephen tried not to flinch. When she pulled out the long belt from her drawer, he couldn’t help the wince.
When she started taking off her clothes, he was a little hopeful and a lot worried. She was a beautiful woman, lean and pretty and sharp… and she had a temper to match. She dropped her dress on the floor, glaring at him.
“Flog me,” she snapped, throwing the belt onto the bed.
“Your Ladyship?”
“Flog me,” she repeated. “Take the belt and hit me with it.”
Breathplay
“What do you want?” he whispered. And then, “Is there anything he did… that you liked a lot?”
The room was dark, two candles in the corner the only light. He couldn’t see her blush, but she could feel it. Wordlessly, she took his hands and set them on her throat.
He pulled back for a moment, hesitating, and then asked. “Really?”
“Really,” she assured him. “I trust you.” Mostly. The mostly was the hot part anyway.
He shifted his grip, one hand teasing between her legs, while the other pressed against her throat. She gasped, fighting for air, falling.
Authority Figures
“Wrong again,” Doug grunted, as Ana worked through the complicated steps of a new dance. She wondered if he knew she could see his smile, even though he tried to hide it.
“Just because you’re an ancient prude,” she mock-complained, “doesn’t mean the step is wrong. It’s sexy, not incorrect.”
“Sexy and incorrect. Like this.” His so-very-male figure looked strange doing the bump-and-grind bit of the dance, but she saw where she had it wrong.
“Like this?” She mirrored him perfectly this time, and then, catching the look on his face, stepped up against him and repeated it.
“Like that.”
Spanking/Paddling
“You are a little minx,” Doug told her, the second time she ground against him.
“Yep. And you like it.”
“My office, now,” he growled. Trying to pretend she wasn’t worried, Ana flounced into his office, followed closely by her Mentor.
The pretense went out the window when he grabbed her wrists and hauled her over his lap. “A tease,” he rumbled.
She wriggled and squirmed, not trying hard to get away - not that she could have. His one-handed grip on her wrists was a vice. “Promises aren’t teasing,” she answered, as his hand came down on her ass.
Wet messy dirty
“This is…” Josie giggled, “ridiculous.”
“And so of course it’s our job,” Peter grumbled, slogging through the ocean-side mud.
“Of course.” She smiled over her shoulder at him. “You need to take readings of the water, don’t you?”
“On a planet this lively looking with no… life, yes,” he admitted. His pants were soaked to the waist. She, having gotten hit with a wave, was completely drenched. “And you?”
She sank into lotus in the mud, eyes closed. “To look for… life,” she imitated him. One eye opened, regarding him, and she drew in a pointed breath. “Or make it.”
Settings include Addergoole, Tír na Cali, and Facets of Dusk
5 stories, exactly 100 words each.
Content warnings: none.
Whipping/Flogging
When Ursula came home in a flurry of slammed doors and tossed purses Stephen tried not to flinch. When she pulled out the long belt from her drawer, he couldn’t help the wince.
When she started taking off her clothes, he was a little hopeful and a lot worried. She was a beautiful woman, lean and pretty and sharp… and she had a temper to match. She dropped her dress on the floor, glaring at him.
“Flog me,” she snapped, throwing the belt onto the bed.
“Your Ladyship?”
“Flog me,” she repeated. “Take the belt and hit me with it.”
Breathplay
“What do you want?” he whispered. And then, “Is there anything he did… that you liked a lot?”
The room was dark, two candles in the corner the only light. He couldn’t see her blush, but she could feel it. Wordlessly, she took his hands and set them on her throat.
He pulled back for a moment, hesitating, and then asked. “Really?”
“Really,” she assured him. “I trust you.” Mostly. The mostly was the hot part anyway.
He shifted his grip, one hand teasing between her legs, while the other pressed against her throat. She gasped, fighting for air, falling.
Authority Figures
“Wrong again,” Doug grunted, as Ana worked through the complicated steps of a new dance. She wondered if he knew she could see his smile, even though he tried to hide it.
“Just because you’re an ancient prude,” she mock-complained, “doesn’t mean the step is wrong. It’s sexy, not incorrect.”
“Sexy and incorrect. Like this.” His so-very-male figure looked strange doing the bump-and-grind bit of the dance, but she saw where she had it wrong.
“Like this?” She mirrored him perfectly this time, and then, catching the look on his face, stepped up against him and repeated it.
“Like that.”
Spanking/Paddling
“You are a little minx,” Doug told her, the second time she ground against him.
“Yep. And you like it.”
“My office, now,” he growled. Trying to pretend she wasn’t worried, Ana flounced into his office, followed closely by her Mentor.
The pretense went out the window when he grabbed her wrists and hauled her over his lap. “A tease,” he rumbled.
She wriggled and squirmed, not trying hard to get away - not that she could have. His one-handed grip on her wrists was a vice. “Promises aren’t teasing,” she answered, as his hand came down on her ass.
Wet messy dirty
“This is…” Josie giggled, “ridiculous.”
“And so of course it’s our job,” Peter grumbled, slogging through the ocean-side mud.
“Of course.” She smiled over her shoulder at him. “You need to take readings of the water, don’t you?”
“On a planet this lively looking with no… life, yes,” he admitted. His pants were soaked to the waist. She, having gotten hit with a wave, was completely drenched. “And you?”
She sank into lotus in the mud, eyes closed. “To look for… life,” she imitated him. One eye opened, regarding him, and she drew in a pointed breath. “Or make it.”
