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Glamour corset the Gap 1 by Robbie Foley erotica“This is like a scene out of American Psycho.”

Crimson turned from the CD player and grinned at her. “If that were the case, we’d be listening to Genesis or Huey Lewis. I would think this music offers much more erotica than either of those would.”

“Archaic as CD players are now, Pink Floyd is a much better choice on any level.”

Crimson picked up the riding crop and grasped each end in order to test it for flexing. “Don’t get me wrong. Huey, Phil, and the boys have their place, but not here. Pink Floyd takes me to my happy place.”

SNAP!

The crop flew and slapped against the mattress.

“Sir, we are in agreement.” Nancy smiled up at him from the bed. She was on elbows and knees with wrists bound in front of her. The black and purple corset was the only clothing left on her. Her brunette hair was slung over her right shoulder and splayed out on the pillow beneath her elbows.

“Good girl.” Crimson wore his usual style in a three piece crisply pressed black suit with black shirt and blood-red tie. His fringe of white hair and goatee caught some of the moonlight coming into the room. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

Keeping the crop in his right hand, his left moved to caress her pale-skinned ass. “Then we shall begin.”

SNAP!

The first strike left red across her skin. Nancy bucked forward with the impact but was able to hold still. Normally there would be warm up with spanking or a flogger, but she wanted to see what marks were left without anything else.

SNAP!

She felt a cry escape her this time but, again, stayed put. Tears stung the corners of both eyes, but relief came fast feeling the touch of his hand soothing on her.

“Good girl.”

She turned to bury her face in the pillow.

SNAP!

“Holy fuck!” her words were muffled, but still clear enough.

Crimson chuckled and soothed more with a gentle hand. “Only one more.”

No words, but she nodded into the pillow.

“Use your colours.”

Turning to allow her words for a moment, she did as instructed. “Orange, sir.”

“Orange, really? Are you sure you want more?”

“Just one, sir.” Knowing he would not ask further, she planted her face back in the pillow.

SNAP!

She screamed and fell forward. Multiple cries came before she regained control.

His hands were on her, first lightly as he sat beside her on the bed. Then his touch became more intense rubbing in attempts to comfort. “Didn’t even break the skin. Am I good, or what?” He examined closer. “You’ve got your hashtag. Trevor will love it.”

She giggled and turned to him. “Thank you.”

“Now, before I send you home to that husband of yours, shall we take you to your happy place?”

She nodded and turned to him. Her eyes locked on his and watched him stand and walk to the foot of the bed. The sound of his pants unzipping made her smile grow wider.

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