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- Dina's Day by Eldersign
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- She was tired...eyes burning from cigarette smoke...neck sore
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- from the continuous propping of an insistant phone.
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- She guided the big car through the rush hour traffic like an
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- automaton...thoughts whirling with the events and decisions of
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- the day.
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- As she entered the beachhouse she noticed an envelope on the
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- floor under the seldom used mail slot, and as she picked it up
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- all thoughts of her day disappeared like smoke from a chimney.
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- She drew a nail across the seal and withdrew a single sheet of
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- expensive bond...unsigned, but it never was. That was part of
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- the excitement...never being totally sure that it was him.
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- She began reading...and a familiar shiver went through her.
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- She put a bottle of wine to chill...an excellent year, for
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- she knew the consequences for failure to please.
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- She drew a bath...and luxuriated in mountains of bubbles,
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- taking endless care in cleaning every inch of silken skin to
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- a lovely transparent flush. She styled her hair...each curl
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- placed with exceptional care. She added makeup...just a hint
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- in places, for her skin was very good...and she needed no more
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- color....as she was blushing almost constantly.
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- She dressed...a brief task...panties...a short pleated skirt...
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- white nylon blouse...nylons and black heels. She added jewelry
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- and did her nails.
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- All these things took but half an hour...which was well, for
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- no more had she finished than she heard the door open.
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- She smiled bravely...and tried to look as appealing as possible.
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- He stalked in...looking for all the world like a gladiator now
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- returned from combat. He wore jeans...and a simple pullover shirt,
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- which failed to conceal the muscles beneath. He closed the door,
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- and studied her appearance.
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- He walked a circle around her...she stood frozen...like a bird
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- captured by the gaze of a viper. He raised her skirt casually, and
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- examined the exposed places with easy familiarity. She made no
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- objection to this intrusion. He cupped a breast roughly, and waited
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- to pounce at any reaction.
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- She remained impassive...at what cost only she knew.
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- He went to a closet...and withdrew several lengths of soft nylon
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- rope, which he tucked under an arm. He also found a short, wide
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- leather belt and swished it casually through the air as he closed
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- the closet door and returned to her side.
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- He tied a length of rope around her waist...not tightly, but
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- firm enough to prevent excessive movement. He tied each wrist to
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- another piece of rope...then to the rope at her waist. The slightly
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- bent position of her arms was not painful, but drew the nylon
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- blouse into sharp relief across her breasts...a motion which rubbed
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- her nipples like sandpaper.
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- He took an arm...and led her to the front of the beachhouse. The
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- sands before it were empty...it was November and the crowds had gone
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- south to warmer climes. The sunporch was simply furnished...a
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- studio couch, a small table upon which the wine sat in an ice
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- bucket...accompanied by a glass...and two straight backed chairs
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- or old, solid oak construction.
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- He placed her in front of one of the chairs, back to it....and sat.
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- He poured the wine, and drank appreciatively, a long swallow.
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- He raised her skirt and placed the bunched material in her hands,
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- still restrained at her waist.
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- She was shivering in spite of the warmth of the room. She was
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- frightened...a little...and it was delicious.
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- Once he had whipped her here...just like this...daring her to move
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- or cry out...repeated strokes with that same wide belt across her
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- defenseless bottom...at least a dozen. She had not given in to the
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- tears then...she had remained still and in place...taunting him with
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- her control. The pain had been severe...more than any before or since,
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- but she had won...and he had given her a release which she would
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- remember forever as a prize.
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- He finished the wine...and patted her directly on her cute lacy,
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- panties. He led her to the couch and laid her on her back, tossing her
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- skirt up casually as he did so. Her thighs were lovely...rounded and
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- firm...with a sweet hint of virginality in her pose. He looked for a
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- long moment...then raised the belt.
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- She watched him...trusting but apprehensive...and excited beyond
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- anything she had ever felt. Surely he wouldn't...please God...let him.
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- He brought the belt down in a moderate arc...the stroke landing
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- across the front of her thighs with a sharp sting. He placed two
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- more there...both dangerously near the junction of her thighs...and
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- watched her face.
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- She closed her eyes...and in doing so admitted defeat. The sensations
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- and possibilities were too strong...he would win this time. She
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- would give in...she always did eventually, but he had won quickly
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- because of this different approach. She opened her legs wide...and
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- felt his hands gently slip her panties down her legs.
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- His weight was a welcome sensation...and he made love to her as he
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- always did...generously and thoroughly, spending extra time with
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- every place he knew would stimulate her. When the release finally
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- came she knew that whatever unknown costs there were in it, she was
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- right in letting it go on.
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- Later, as they sipped wine together, he spoke.
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- "I'm getting out of the mail room next week...I got the junior account
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- exec's job..."
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- She would never tell him.
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