House Rules: Rule 1 - Obey All the Rules! (Sweet's Surrender)

By Kerry Flynn

*Erotica short story approx. 25,000 words. All characters are over 18 and are willing participants. Graphic Sex.
With a name like Sweet Love, it's no wonder she lacks discipline! Finding herself about to be jobless and homeless, Sweet applies for the longshot position of Disciplinary Assistant to none other than Mr. Bruce Dennison, Hollywood Mogul and man of mystery. Little did she realize that she would learn not just to obey the rules but to enjoy the sexually explicit disciplinary actions performed by Bruce Dennison and his helper. Working for Mr. Dennison would mean Sweet's Surrender. A novel of Discipline and Submission and Sex, the first step of a Sweet journey of fulfillment! Spanking, oral sex, anal sex, menage, discipline, submission.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kerry Flynn
• Release date: Dec 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311025869

Kerry Flynn

Kerry Flynn loves erotica - romantic & sensual. Whether it takes place today in this world - or a thousand years ago in a world of her making, Kerry Flynn invites you to join her on a magical tour of erotica! Whether she is writing tales of sexy Faeries on magical quests or of naïve Disciplinary Assistants learning the consequences of breaking the House Rules - or perhaps experiencing the pleasures and rewards of obeying All the Rules, Kerry Flynn will remind you why you enjoy reading erotica! Sensuality, spanking and submission - take your pick! Some are sweeter, more innocent....others sizzle from the very beginning and leave you panting and wanting more on the last page! Kerry believes true love conquers all and tries to interweave this theme in many of her stories. She also believes that you can be naughty AND nice! A transplant from Ireland, she resides in the North Western United States with her husband and 2 dogs. Enjoy! Email her [e-mail]

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House Rules

Rule 1: Obey All of the Rules

(Sweet’s Surrender)

By

Kerry Flynn

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House Rules – Rule 1: Obey All of the Rules

Copyright © 2013 by Kerry Flynn

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Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older.

House Rules

Rule 1: Obey all the rules…

(Sweet’s Surrender)

I sat at my dining room table pouring over the charts and figures in my Budget file on Excel. I’d been going over them – and over them – since eight the previous evening. It must be four in the morning now because the timer on my automatic coffee maker has gone off and coffee is brewing and spreading its welcome aroma. I swatted my laptop, closing it. No matter how many times I looked at it, it was still the same. Nothing altered the fact that I just didn’t have the money to my bills. I didn’t have what I needed to stay afloat.

My name is Sweet Love. Go ahead and laugh at my name. I didn’t choose it – blame my Hippie Freak Peace-Love-Pot Smoking Parents. I blame them. In fact, I blame my name (and hence my parents) for my inability to finish anything without swerving off course multiple times. My name seemed to confer upon me a spirit of adventure – and a lack of direction, a lack of what I call ‘stick-to-it-iveness’. Truly, I would just like to have a good sense of what I am meant to do in this life. What I am meant to be.

I have just completed my third year of college…but, before you applaud or express congratulations, let me explain. Three years of college coursework took me seven years to do…there were several of those adventures I mentioned earlier scattered here and there throughout those seven years. And I have many student loans to attest to the fact that I was not able to pay for my schooling out of pocket…and that I am also not very good at budgeting my money…or keeping a job.

What can I say? I’m not a bad person. In fact, I am sweet. I have several ex-lovers who will attest to that – sweet love, that’s what each hunky, horny, hot-blooded college boy has said that I give. Sweet love. That and one heck of a blowjob. And each sweet hunky guy to whom I gave my sweet love, while being athletic in bed was still not the dream that I’d wanted to settle on. I couldn’t stay put. No one yet had made me feel like they were my dreamboat, my destiny; that I should stay put and play house happily ever after.

Oh, and did I say? I am scattered, I am a daydreamer.

I am smart, though – very smart. I’ve made good grades in all of the classes that I’ve taken. One more year and I will have a degree in drama. My current dream…er…goal is to become an actress. But right now I have to find a way out of this financial mess I’ve managed to create. I have to dig my way out of a financial hole that I’d managed to dig all by myself. I’d lost my job at Java Joe’s – a waitress job which didn’t pay very well to begin with but it did pay the bills. Well…sort of. It would be more accurate to say that it paid a portion of the bills. Just enough to keep me in school and with a roof over my head – in other words, it paid my minimum payment on credit card…most months.

Summer was here and my boss, Joe (‘the’ Joe of Java Joe’s) had called me aside when I’d shown up late…again.

Sweet… He’d waved me over to the Chai tea dispenser where he was mopping the counter. You’ve done a good job for me, Sweet, He said with a wan smile.

Gee, thanks Joe. I said. Was he going to give me a raise? I could use it.

"….when you’ve shown up for work…." He continued. He was still smiling. People couldn’t help but smile at me. I was Sweet. How can you frown at a pretty girl named Sweet? Who happens to be sweet? I feigned embarrassment. I was sure that if I hadn’t shown up for work that it was for a good reason, but a girl can’t say things like that to her boss now, can she?

Sorry, Joe… I said. When was he going to get around to telling me about my raise?

So, next fall – give me a call. You can have your job back. He said. He wasn’t looking at me now. He was studying a spot on the counter that he was scrubbing with extra gusto. What did he mean? Next fall I can have my job back? Was he canning me?

Yeah, Sarah’s flying in tonight. Summer break and all. He smiled again. Sarah was his daughter. I promised her a job if she came down for the summer. So, take some time off – go see your family. Call me in the fall, OK? He turned away and walked to the large stainless steel sink just out of sight of the counter. I followed him.

You’re canning me? I said, incredulous.

Look, Sweet – you show up three days out of five – and even on those days you’re late. Yeah, I’m canning you. His face had taken on a stern look. As if my absenteeism and tardiness had anything to do with him canning me. Hmpf.

But he was nice about it. He did say he would rehire me in the fall when classes started again. That was nice of him but it certainly didn’t help my current situation.

I was behind on my student loans. I had fallen behind on my car payments because I’d been spending most of my meager pay on rent. Repossession usually happens at night when the guilty non-paying owners are asleep. That would have been the night before last. Yep, you got it. My car: gone. I had already fallen behind on rent and I’d been trying half-heartedly to find a second job so that I could catch up on that – and now, no job at all? And no car to get me to a job even if I found one? As soon as my landlord found out I’d lost my primary poorly paying job he’d filed eviction papers and started the legal proceedings to get my late-paying albeit cute ass out of my apartment. That was three weeks ago. Next week if I didn’t move out on my own volition a constable would arrive and would physically place me and my belongings out at the curb. I was humiliated, embarrassed, and angry…

And truth be told, I only had myself to blame.

The coffee had finished brewing and the rich aroma now completely filled my tiny apartment. Placing an ice cube in a cup, I poured the dark, fragrant brew, filling it to the brim. I liked having a piece of ice in my coffee