The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 7 (Part 16)

“Again,” came his voice, and again I wanted to cry out. The strokes were merciless: Swift, with a twist at impact, so that the tip stabbed. The supple flesh rippled in my mouth, my plaintive mews swallowed by aggressive thrusts. No sooner did the pain ebb and turn to soreness, did she whip in the next blow slightly lower, not quite overlapping. My mind’s eye conjured the lines, red, puffy, bisected the entire length by a corrugated weal slowly turning the color of an aubergine. I huffed like a steam locomotive through my nose, his seeping salty shaft sunk deeper.

You can go to this page which has links to all the complete previous chapters.

Go read this poem by Kay at Diary of a Married Woman called, My Surrender. If that poem doesn’t make you understand why someone would be a submissive, then nothing ever will. A truly brilliant work from the mind and soul of a woman in love with D/s and peace it brings to the willing places deep inside.

9 thoughts on “The Bumhampton Chronicles: Chapter 7 (Part 16)

  1. Kay November 10, 2017 / 12:00 pm

    Thank you so much!! I’m sorry I’m saying so this late!!

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Spank you very much

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