Devious Obsession

T he monster inside of me wants me to rip the towel off her body and throw her face down over my knee. It wants to spank her luscious ass until it’s as red as the juiciest tomato. Just like her ass. Plump and ripe.

But I don’t.

Instead, I stand, watching the indecision cross her expression. She wants to follow my order. I can see it simmering just below the surface of her defiance.

She can pretend to herself she hates being told what to do, that she despises the punishments I’ve meted out, but I see through all of that. Beneath the thin-plated armor she’s wrapped herself in is a woman strong enough to withstand a man like me but soft enough to enjoy the domination I offer .