Spanking Bench Confessional

By Cleo Taurus

Preacher, the ultimate Master of discipline, has a long line of subs pleading for his special brand of punishment. Every moment of control is like a feast to him, until the day he meets the one woman who needs his help the most.
Rose is a woman with deep secrets. When the layers of her frenzied life slowly fall apart, putting her mind and body in survival mode, she meets the one Dominant who refuses to let her hide behind her excuses any longer.
Will her natural submissive nature allow Preacher to help her overcome past pain and hurt? Or will she run as she has her whole life, leaving her empty and full of shame, only to regret the rest of her days?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dragon Guild Publishing
• Release date: Apr 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781941583029

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THE SPANKING BENCH CONFESSIONALS

SPANKING BENCH CONFESSIONAL

By Cleo Taurus

(www.cleotaurus.com)

Published by Dragon Guild Management & Publishing

(www.thedragonguild.com)

Copyright 2014 Cleo Taurus

ISBN 978-1-941583-02-9

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

The Spanking Bench Confessionals:

The Spanking Bench Copyright 2014 Cleo Taurus

Edited by Kat Marshall & Colette Stone

Cover Art by Reed Lane

Smashwords Edition

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

Dedication

First and foremost, to my great pal, the wonderful author,

Jenna Jacob, for her help.

You answered all my questions and helped in such ways!! I owe you one!

To Kat, who never fails to help me with anything I may need,

as always my love and

great appreciation. I’d be lost without you!

Colette who has a wicked red pen! Much love and thanks as well.

And to my fans, this book was more personal to me than any

I’ve written. I hope

you love reading it as much as I loved writing it.

Prologue

They all came to see him. It didn’t matter what the reason was, eventually, everyone who had the need for only what he could give, sought him out. He was a true Master, but most called him Preacher, for obvious reasons. Once bound to his padded, black leather bench, he could make anyone confess anything, which was why so many sought him out. He helped in a way that other Doms couldn’t. He hated the word sadist, but in fact, that was what Master Brice was.

He stood outside the club, one foot braced behind him on the wall of the building, the other firmly on the ground. The sign on the front of the building glowed in neon white. His bald head reflected the light of the street lamp, a lit cigarette hung from his lips, his black leather vest open. He was waiting for her. When she’d called, he could hear the desperation in her voice. It was going to be a rough session—he could feel it in his bones.

He hated the amount of pain he had to give her, even being a sadist, but he knew she would need it to have a breakthrough. He loved her. But he kept that to himself. It wouldn’t help her knowing that, and he was afraid if she did ever discover the truth, she would do what she had done in the past. She would run so far, so fast, that he would never see her again. If this was the only way he could have her, he would take it. There were times Preacher wondered if he did just come out and tell her how he felt would it change the dynamics between them. He had to chuckle at that, if anyone knew what Rose would do it was him. He took a long drag of the cig then tossed it down on the ground, his large boot crushing the smoldering tip.

He still took on other clients, those few tortured souls who needed his special brand of pain, but in the year and a half that Rose had been coming to him, the only appointments he cared about were hers. He could pinpoint the minute he started having feelings for her—Rose had just had a rough session with him, the spanking had been harder than any other time they were together, and she was at one of the most vulnerable moments of her life. Yet she’d looked at him with such trust, such devotion, that he’d felt the concrete around his heart crack. The pain he gave her she needed, and he knew that. But Preacher knew she also needed love, and he wanted to be the one who gave it to her.

Chapter One

I hated having to call on him. I wasn’t a pain slut, well, not much, but he was the only one who could