Shameful Thrills by Various

Author:Various [Various]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2012-01-16T05:00:00+00:00

Slapper

Rachel Kramer Bussel

‘I want you to slap your face for me. Go ahead, show me what you like.’ His voice is deep and smooth, guiding me like a preacher, the kind of voice anyone would want to obey – at least, anyone submissive, anyone for whom such a voice is familiar and hypnotic and home. Or maybe just a girl like me, a girl for whom that voice, that command, that knowledge of what I want and what I’m scared of swirled together like a vanilla and chocolate ice-cream cone, one blending right into the other, makes me fiercely wet. It fires up my pussy like nothing else can. I’m certainly under his spell, because it sounds less like a command and more like something I was already planning to do and just hadn’t become aware of yet.

I don’t stop and think; I don’t tremble or pause. I just follow the voice belonging to the man on the screen of my laptop and close my eyes and slap my right cheek with my right hand. Because it’s me doing it to myself, I think it won’t hurt, won’t sting, won’t shock, but it does all of those things. I open my teary eyes and see the light handprint there and suddenly want to close them again – did I really just do that? – but he’s staring right at me, as intensely as if we were physically in the same room. I know he’s waiting to see how it felt, to see if I want more. Of course I want more; that’s just how I’m built. And of course he knows that, and is not really waiting to see if I liked it; that was a foregone conclusion. He’s waiting for me to acknowledge it, to say it, to let him know how well he gets me. I can pretend we barely know each other, as I did for the first few weeks, laughingly referring to it as a virtual fling, but now that it’s been half a year, I can’t deny that this is the kinkiest and somehow most solid relationship I’ve had, solid in that even if we don’t stay together, I trust that he is as deeply invested as I am, that there’s none of the usual confusion or unspoken uncertainties lurking between us. Once you’ve revealed yourself like this, you can’t go back. He knows the important things, the things that turn every other aspect of my life inconsequential. He knows the girl behind the woman, the parts that need TLC just as much as they need complete surrender, and he knows those two go hand in hand, so to speak.

‘How did that feel, Betty?’

‘Good. But I wish you were here to do it.’ It’s true, even though we’ve never met in person, even though it did feel good – better than good, actually. The shock of it was different from being hit by someone else, but it was still there. I don’t think I’m ever

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