Message-ID: <21522asstr$943737000@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: np98rb@mail.telepac.pt (Christine & David Stevenson) Subject: {ASSM} The Governor's Wife - Part Fourteen Lines: 137 X-Original-Message-ID: <383fc04f.58262884@news.telenet.pt> Date: Sat, 27 Nov 1999 16:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar Warning: This story is about non-consensual domination. It is fiction, but it is erotic - despite or perhaps partly because it is non-consensual. Copyright: Victor Bruno. http://www.mschristine.com/bruno.html The Governor's Wife by Victor Bruno Part Fourteen For a moment, Frank thought he was going to faint. The room certainly swam before his eyes. His throat seemed to close up with dread. In a moment he would have to resist her demands. He would have to disobey. With all that must follow .... "Turn around!" Zombie-like, Frank shuffled round so that his back was towards the armchair in which Hettie sat. He felt her eyes boring into him. In God's name what was she going to do? "Hmmmm ...." he heard her say. Something like ice-water seemed to be seeping into Frank's veins. "Bend over and touch your toes!" "Mer .... ceee ...." Frank's voice was falsetto. Like that of a young schoolboy. "P-Ple ..... eease ..... d-don't ...." Oh how utterly pitiful he was! All the same, something made him obey the terrifying order. Frank cried out aloud at the pain that came from the added tautness of his buttock-flesh. "The sight of you disgusts me, you ape," he heard Hettie say coldly from behind him. "But I have to examine you ...." Frank sensed that Hettie was bending closer to him, studying his weal-striped flesh clinically. He uttered a whinnying shriek and jerked violently as a cool hand touched his burning rump and then ran lightly over it. "Keep still, you weakling," rapped Hettie. Oh God, didn't she realise how burningly tender he was? Or how his nerves were stretched to snapping point? The soft hand continued to roam, like that of a nurse, and Frank continued to gasp. "Hmmmm ...." he heard Hettie say again. "I think that must have certainly taught you a lesson, eh?" "Yes .... ahh .... oww .... yes, Mistress ...." "Still, you deserved it, And you'll be all the better for it." "Y-Yes .... Mistress .... yes ...." Frank would have agreed to anything Hettie said at that moment. Even if she had suggested he would have looked better with four buttock cheeks .... and if his skin was a delicate shade of green! In short, he was a jelly of abject submissiveness before this rapaciously demanding woman. "So, you do agree, Frank?" "Yes .... oh yes .... Mistress. I .... I did deserve.... it .... and .... and I will b-be better for it, Mistress ...." "Uh-hu .... good, Frank, that's good. I'm glad you're beginning to see reason. To understand that there's some sense in my methods." "Oh, yes .... Ma'am .... yes ...." "Mistress, Frank." "Yes, Mistress .... yes ...." Oh God, how long was he going to stay bending? Hettie Page smiled. One of the perks of power was to play with a man like this. To play with him both physically and verbally. How amusing to make him agree that his thrashing was both deserved and beneficial! The latter it may have been, in a sense, but certainly not deserved. "Go and crawl to your corner, Frank. Then kneel there, with your nose to the floor. It seems a most fitting place for you ...." "P-Please .... Mistress .... please .... no m-more .... I can't stand any more!" Frank's voice had gone into a falsetto again in the anguish of his pleading. "Go and do as I say, Frank ...." "Pleee .... eeeease .... Mistress ...." "At once, Frank!" The voice was of steel. Cold steel. Unyielding. Almost mesmeric in its authority. Sobbing again, Frank knelt and crawled wretchedly to the corner where his terrible thrashing had begun. "Mmmmmf... mmmfff.... no m-more... I b-beg y-you .... No more.... M-Mistress ...." Hettie Page resumed her seat and picked up her drink again. It was fun to let her victim stew a bit. Obviously he assumed he was going to get another thrashing that evening. Well, let him think it! Good for his soul! Hettie lit a cigarette and put her feet up on a stool. She felt very relaxed. Very happy. Completely in contrast to the shivering, kneeling creature in the corner. URL Bruno Books Email Bruno List ------------------------------------------------------ Warning! Turns your wife/lover into a Dominatrix. 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