The Spanking Bench Confessionals: Forgiveness & Hope

By Cleo Taurus

Hope was a spoiled little rich girl who had everything, then in the blink of an eye her world was destroyed. Facing a decade of prison for the accidental death of her beloved brother, Hope loses all will to go on with her life.

Eli is the hard dominant that has always wanted the princess that was too young to fully understand what he'd want from her. Not to mention that she's also his best friend

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dragon Guild Publishing
• Release date: Dec 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781941583197

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The Spanking Bench Three:

Forgiveness and Hope

By Cleo Taurus

The Spanking Bench Three:

Forgiveness and Hope

By Cleo Taurus

ISBN 978-1-941583-19-7

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Edited by Kathleen Blackburn

Cover Art by Reed Lane

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The Spanking Bench Three:

Forgiveness and Hope

By Cleo Taurus

The Spanking Bench Three:

Forgiveness and Hope

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Prologue

Eli Cooper loved being the Reverend. He loved the power and the rush of adrenaline that he received every time there was a bratty or needy sub strapped down to his Spanking Bench. He didn’t care what the reasons were, if someone came to him for his special brand of help, Eli was always more than happy to do whatever was needed. Most times, it was a Dominant or Domme who approached him, explained what was needed for a particular submissive, and together they would plot and plan the appropriate punishments.

Eli always drew crowds when he took the large center stage, something which stroked his large ego. It was said about him that the size of his ego matched very well the size of his cock, which got quite a work out when he was in full Reverend mode.

Tonight, the club was full as he stood on the hardwood stage; a spotlight on the black leather and wood Spanking Bench and the errant little sub strapped down to it. Begging for more even as tears streamed down her face, her body was coated with sweat, Eli stood back, cocked his head to the side. Seeing her bruised and raw ass thanks to the quirt, he listened to the woman cry about how no one ever loved her, and her own Dominant only tolerated her. Eli glanced over at the Dominant in question. Seeing the man shake his head, a frown on his face, Eli motioned for him to come up on the stage. He whispered a few words into the man’s ear, then walked over to the tray where he kept his tools. Grabbing a black mask, Eli moved in front of the woman and covered her eyes.

With a nod of his head to the other man, he leaned down and spoke quietly to the strapped down woman. You think your Master doesn’t love you? He watched as the woman nodded her head. Eli then walked back to the waiting Dominant. Go stand in front of her and talk to her. She needs to hear you tell her how you feel. He grabbed a large rubber paddle off the wall, one he knew would hurt like hell and as the other man started talking, Eli brought the paddle down on the submissive’s reddened ass. With each strike of the paddle, the woman’s Master talked to her about how much he loved her, but couldn’t give her the kind of pain she had needed to let out all her emotions.

When Eli got to ten strikes, he stopped, tossed the paddle on the table and together he and the other man uncuffed the crying woman and helped her into her Master’s arms. After they left the stage, Eli cleaned up his equipment, grabbed his personal bag and walked down the steps and over to the bar.

He ordered a beer, took a couple of long swallows, and then looked around. He saw Preacher and his Rose approach and after a fist bump to the man and a kiss on the cheek to the woman, he tilted his head towards the stage.

Good scene tonight. The submissive just needed a way to break down. Preacher spoke as he stroked his wife’s hair.

Yeah it was. Glad I could help.

Are you going to find a pretty to play with yourself tonight?

Not tonight. I have someplace to be early tomorrow. Think I’m gonna call it a night and head home.

Eli. He heard Preachers deep voice as he turned to leave. Don’t you think it might be time to put her behind you? It’s been a long time and I hate to see you putting your future on someone who may not accept who and what you are.

Preacher, with all due respect; that’s none of your business. If she can’t accept me, then I’ll walk away. But I know I’m what she needs; and she’s always been what I need.

Walking out of the club into the chilly night, Eli looked up at the stars. He sent up a prayer to his departed best friend that it would all work out. Otherwise…Hope was lost.

Chapter 1

Hope stood quietly at the foot of the grave, a bouquet of red roses, wild daisies and baby’s breath held loosely in her arms. Her navy blue, sleeveless dress hung loosely on her body, the matching blue shoes hurting her feet, because they no longer fit. She moved towards the gravestone and laid her hand on the cold marble slab. The day was warm, the sun bright shining with its rays reflecting off every grave marker. Everything around her was quiet and solemn and so still. Not a breeze even moving the branches of the trees overhead.

Tears marred her beautiful face; her dark chocolate eyes blinking quickly to clear her vision. She placed the flowers at the base of the headstone, and then kissed her fingers, touching the top again. I’m so sorry Tim. I never meant to hurt you. I wish... her soft voice breaking. I wish it was me lying there, not you.

Hope hadn’t been able to attend his funeral five years ago. She blamed herself for her older brother, her best friend, being