The Embrace Of The Succubus

By H. Matt Synnot

Nineteen year old Jeff gets drunk after a party and his car damages some property. When a sultry woman comes out to see the damage and takes Jeff in his talk with her isn't exactly what he thought it would be, especially after she spanked him for his misbehavior:
Even after that happens there is something about her that lures Jeff deeper and deeper under her control. He begins to realize something about himself and begins to yearn to spend more and more time with her as she reveals her secrets of pleasure to him.
As Jeff surrenders more of himself to her he begins to realize the emptiness of the life that he lives away from her and by the time he finally learns the true nature of what he is actually offering him, he is so ensnared by her allure that he surrenders his mind, body and soul to her forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: H. Matt Synnot
• Release date: Jul 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310081439

H. Matt Synnot

I grew up in the suburbs of New York City and now live in rural New England. If you are like me and have an interest in spanking and discipline you will enjoy my books. This interest began when I was a child. I suppose it started when I was living in an apartment complex and was with a group of kids listening to two older boys who were brothers telling the rest of us that they were going to be punished by their Dad that night and sure enough when I was out after dinner there was a group of kids hanging outside those boys' window and I could hear the sound of quite a sound spanking going on from inside. Many of the episodes in my books, while fictional, are based loosely on experiences I've had through the years, although in two of my works, Embrace of the Succubus and My Evolution Of A Slave are purely fictional and not based on any actual experience.. I hope that you can take the opportunity to look over the selection of books I have written and review the sample downloads and hopefully purchase one or more of them. When and if you do, I also encourage you to give me some feedback on this site or at my website: www.spankingbooksbysynnot.com.

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The Embrace Of The Succubus

H. Matt Synnot

Copyright 2014 by H. Matt Synnot

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - Bad Judgment

Chapter 2 - The First Lesson Begins

Chapter 3- Beginning To Learn A Different Lesson

Chapter 4 - Night Of Reflection

Chapter 5 - My Lessons Continued

Chapter 6 - The Understanding Begins

Chapter 7 - Beginning The Repairs

Chapter 8 - Planning The Next Meeting

Chapter 9 - The Night After

Chapter 10 - Return To Everyday Life With An Interruption

Chapter 11 - Another Day

Chapter 12 - Talk Of Surrender

Chapter 13 - Chastity

Chapter 14 - Finalizing Surrender

Chapter 15 - Beginning A Weekend Together

Chapter 16 - A Discovery

Chapter 17 - A More Advanced Lesson

Chapter 18 - More Discoveries

Chapter 19 - The Offer

Chapter 20 - The Weekend Continues

Chapter 21 - Surprise

Chapter 22 - Discovered

Chapter 23 - The Ultimate Offer

Chapter 1

Bad Judgment

It was a typical party during the summer when I didn't have to go to work the next day. Let’s say I’d had a few beers, and was feeling mighty fine when I hopped into my car, I went down the street, and then to show off to the other guests, turned around to speed back by the house, honk and wave. Well, after I did so I was so distracted, and missed a turn and went onto a dead end street. I must have been doing about 60 and by the time I saw a fence and yard ahead of me and hit the brakes, it was too late. I crashed through the wooden fence and came to a stop in the yard.

Oh, shit I said to myself as I got out of the car, and surveyed the damage. There was a little damage to the car, and the fence was in pieces, with ruts in the lawn. I looked around further and saw no houses in view except the one that was at the end of the street that clearly was where the owner of the fence lived. To my dismay, the light went on in the house, and I held my breath as an occupant came out of the house.

Out walked an attractive woman, in her late 20's or early 30’s, dressed in a long black robe with a slit that allowed me to view her long and well-toned legs. There was an elegant manner about her, and she had a commanding presence about her as her slim well-proportioned body made its way towards me. She swept her long black hair behind her right ear as she calmly walked over and gazed at the damage with her arms in folded front of her. I admired the way she moved effortlessly, and carried her slim body proudly as I was able to see the outline of grapefruit-sized yet firm breasts and wondered what else was under that robe.

She looked carefully at the tire tracks. From the looks of things it seems you were going quite fast. A light fragrance from some perfume she must have been wearing filled my senses as her dark almond shaped eyes felt like lasers when they gazed into mine and forced me to look away because she seemed to know I was checking her out.

I let out a nervous giggle and said: Yeah, I guess I was.

Why don't you come inside because I want to make sure you are OK? I nodded my head in agreement but as we were walking inside, she commented: Actually, I don’t think there’s anything funny about what you did, is there?

I blushed and said I was sorry as I agreed with her. We went into the house, and she invited me into the living room. It was tastefully decorated with traditional furniture. As she sat down opposite me, she asked:

What’s your name?

I’m Jeff. What’s yours?

I’m Mrs. Sorenson. She held out her hand and we shook. Her hand was smooth and her touch was warm and made me tingle with excitement. As she leaned forward, I was able to get a better glimpse of her breasts. I noticed that there didn’t appear to be anyone else in the house.

From the smell of beer, it seems like you’ve been drinking, haven’t you?

I looked down and then fidgeted as I said: Yeah.

Well, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to call the police, so that I get a report for my insurance company. There’s a bit of damage out there, and as a widow, I want to be protected.

I knew that if they were called, I’d be toast. When she said she was a widow I was relieved that there wasn't going to be a man to deal with because of this. Can’t I pay for the damage myself and avoid that?

You seem young to have that kind of money. How would you pay for it?

I usually was shy around women, I always had been, but when being questioned like this, it the words seemed to flow out of me. I explained to her that I worked full-time and was good with my hands and would even be willing to work on the repairs myself.

She nodded her head. Hmmm. Is that right?

I nodded eagerly and hoping I could avoid any trouble.

Well, that is the least you can do, Jeff."

I looked down at my feet. I know. I’m sorry.

She continued. I’m just curious as to why you drove like that, and what you were thinking about.

I looked down and shuffled my feet. I don’t now. I guess I was just showing off.

Showing off? Even a nine year-old child knows enough not to do a stunt like this.

I guess you're right. At that moment I felt ashamed of myself like a nine year-old boy would have felt.

And you know why? Because at that age when you do something thoughtless like that, you're put over someone's knees for a good well deserved sound spanking.

I looked at those legs and could see more of them and imagined how firm those thighs were. I felt a knot form in my stomach even though I felt a little stirring in my groin as I tried imagining what it would be like to be laying across those legs and being so close to her. However, I also could not imagine myself getting a spanking. Spanking? I’m not nine! I’m nineteen!

She shook her head. That's nothing to brag about when you act like this, in fact it's pretty sad, don't you think? It's only luck that you or someone else wasn’t killed or injured.

I knew she was right and I was lucky, and the way she said it seemed to indicate she had some concern about what could have happened. I’m really sorry. I know I was wrong but even if you were serious it would be ridiculous for me to be spanked at my age.

Her eyes glistened as she looked back at me. Actually Jeff, I am very serious. A spanking wouldn't be any more ridiculous than your behavior. In fact I doubt you ever got spanked at any age.

Her question made me think of my childhood, and it was opening a window into a part of my life I wanted to get away from. No, they didn’t believe in it. In fact my folks didn't seem to care about me at all and that's one reason why I had left home after high school and now supported myself working at the warehouse.

I thought so Jeff. That means you got away with a lot of things didn’t you?

She was probing that empty feeling I felt about growing up and it made me more defensive. Well, all kids do I guess. Anyway, I’m nineteen, and there’s no way I’m gonna get a spanking.

I see. That's the second time you've told me your age, as if you're still proud of it. You can certainly refuse a spanking even though it’s exactly what you deserve. I don’t think you are able to pay for this, and I’m going to call the police, just to be safe. She went over towards the phone and picked up the receiver.

Her comment about my age cut to the quick. I reacted to her threat as I ran over to her and tried to grab the receiver from her. Don’t call them! I'll pay for it! I promise!

Let go of that phone! she said in a commanding tone that I instantly obeyed.

Instead I decided to plead with her as she held the phone in her hand. Please don’t call. It’ll be awful. I'd known a co-worker who got a DUI and he went through hell with losing his license and the court appearances.

To my relief, she gently put down the phone. Her expression got firm. There’s only one way I will know you are serious about setting things right.

I knew instantly what she was driving at and she seemed to know how to press her advantage. No, not that. It’s ridiculous. Even though I was still protesting, I began to wonder what it would be like to be draped over those legs of hers.

She nodded. We've already gone over that. You know what needs to be done. She looked at me intently.

Well, I know I was wrong. But does it have to be that?

Jeff, the choice is yours. I can’t force you to accept what you deserve.

There’s got to be something else. I was feeling boxed in, I was just thinking how embarrassing it would be. It began to dawn on me that she was actually right and that it was what I deserved. I never thought of myself as someone who would get a spanking. However, my cock was stirring a little more. I began to negotiate. Well, if I did this, no police?

That’s right Jeff. It would just be between you and me.

I knew what I had to do and slowly nodded my head.

Chapter 2

The First Lesson Begins

OK Jeff, tell me what you are agreeing to do.

I'm gonna get a spanking. It felt so strange to say that as my feet moved nervously while I had been forced to pronounce my own punishment.

That’s right. You will go over my knees and believe me, it will be a good sound spanking. And you are going to pay for the supplies and restore the fence and repair the lawn yourself, right?

Yeah. I was being called to account for my behavior, and even though I felt nervous about it, I sensed that she was doing it because she knew that I had done something wrong and needed to be punished for it, not because she was angry with me, and I felt like there was the beginning of a bond between us.

She looked at me for a moment. Now that we've established that Jeff, I expect you to show me proper respect by calling me Ma'am.

Something inside was beginning to feel different. I looked over at her and there was just something about her that made me yearn to be closer to her. I blushed at the thought of having to address her like that, and yet even at this moment couldn't help but look at her legs and breasts and wondering what pleasure they could bring to me. It didn't seem to be much of a concession; in fact, it seemed to make her seem a little more special to me. Yes, Ma’am I understand. I was really nervous, now, and she had become even more commanding in her behavior. It felt strange to hear that form of address come out of my mouth and it made me feel like a little boy again.

She smiled. Very good. I want you to be a polite boy while you are here.

It's like she had read my feelings by addressing me as a boy, and yet it seemed comforting in this context. Yes Ma'am I'll try.

And a spanking's what you deserve?

I took a deep breath. My last chance to back out, I was thinking of the choices. None were good, and I felt trapped, wishing I had time to think. I didn’t respond.

I see you’re not sure. Perhaps it’s best I call the police, Jeff. She started to pick up the phone again.

No! Don’t do that!

She looked at me with stern eyes. Forgetting about politeness already, Jeff?

I squirmed and blushed after hearing the reminder. Something inside was beginning to stir. All my life I had always felt a sense of loneliness and isolation and my life seemed to so empty much of the time. The way Mrs. Sorensen seemed to take an interest in my actions and even in the way she now insisted I address her made some of those feelings go away. I meant to say please don’t do that, Ma’am.

She smiled See how easy it is to be polite when you put your mind to it Jeff? That means you deserve this, Jeff? Does that mean you want to do what’s required to set this right?

I actually enjoyed hearing some praise from her, even if it was just a little. I knew what the answer needed to be as she still held the receiver in her hand. Yes, Ma’am. My palms were getting sweaty as she was making me feel more and more like a little boy and my voice had become soft and submissive as I responded.

She smiled as she put the phone down. That’s better Jeff. Tell me you deserve this spanking.

Her threats and presence had now broken down any resistance. Yes Ma’am. I deserve a spanking. Her continued praise and even hearing myself respond made my cock stir even more and although I was embarrassed I couldn’t explain why it was exciting to be talked to like this.

That's a good boy. Now that we have that settled, I want you to go in that bathroom, she pointed to a room off the hall on the left, relieve yourself if you have to, strip down to your under shorts and come back outside. Her tone had become strict and no nonsense.

I started to protest about stripping down, but she quickly cut me short and ordered me to get going, before she changed her mind and called the police. I stopped arguing and walked into the bathroom, and felt the plush area rug under me. I flipped up the seat and only then realized that I did have to go. When I was finished peeing, I slowly took off my sneakers and socks, then pulled my shirt off over my head and then opened my jeans, lowered the zipper and lowered them off of me, so that all my clothes were in a heap on the floor. I was now dressed only in