Penance: Pain, Penance Through Submission, Vol. 2

By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

Even though Meredith loves her husband, Charlie, she was caught cheating. She was about to give up when he appeared at her hotel, but something has changed about Charlie. Instead of the once gentle man he was, Charlie has become a much darker lover.

In Penance: Seclusion, Meredith was locked in a bathroom far enough from civilization that no one could hear her scream. In Penance: Pain her cage has been expanded to include a bedroom filled with all sorts of dark and twisted punishments, things that excite her despite her fear.

Meredith is offered a simple choice, penance or divorce.

Sneak Peek: (Sexually explicit moments removed for promotion purposes)

“Oh my fallen angel, do you find pleasure in hurting your husband so much?” He asked as he circled me.

“No, Sir!”

“Have I not been good to you? Giving you pleasure?”

“You have, Sir,” I nodded.

“You have not even paid full penance for your treachery with the repair man, and you fall further.”

He squatted down in front of me as I knelt on the plush carpet.

He was wearing work jeans, clean, but long since stained with grease, oils, stain, paints. My husband was a general contractor that believed in doing much of the work himself, it was inevitable that he would have some staining. ...

“Now I must decide on your punishment.”

My eyes flitted up past his black t-shirt, it too had paint and stains on it. His eyes locked with mine and he touched my cheek. “Do you need pain?”

I swallowed, ... , begging.

“Lets ask that again. Do you need pain?”

My body reacted for me. ... I nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir what?” He asked, grabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking my face up to look at him, the gray clouds in his eyes swirled and I moaned.

“Yes, Sir I need you to punish me with pain.”

***Warning: This short story of 7400 words includes graphic sexual situations including (but not limited to) BDSM, rough sex, bondage, crops, and spanking. Not for those under 18 or the weak of heart!***

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lesa Fuchs-Carter
• Release date: Feb 6, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370124725

Lesa Fuchs-Carter

Lesa is a writer of erotic fiction, often considered "too sexy" she has over 50 titles in a wide variety including everything from sweet romance novellas to paranormal short stories. She enjoys pushing the limits and playing out her fantasies on paper.

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Penance: Pain

Penance through Submission, Vol. 2

By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

Copyright © 2018 by Lesa Fuchs-Carter, Smashwords Edition

All rights reserved. Please do not reproduce, print, or otherwise distribute without prior written permission of the author.

This short story is fiction. All names, characters, companies, incidents, places, etc. are from the author's imagination, or are used in a fictitious manner. Any similarities to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The content of this eBook contains sexually explicit and graphic situations and is intended for persons over the age of 18. All characters portrayed in sexual acts are 18 years of age or older.

Edited By Ember Rose.

Cover designed by Lesa Fuchs-Carter. Photo used with permission from www.Dreamstime.com.

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I opened the box and marveled at the sheer fabric. I pulled it out, amazed at its beauty. It was 99% see through, no part really covered more than a half an inch for modesty. It was a vivid blue with silver stitching and not much in the way of covering. I did my make up and hair quickly, trying to match the style, and slipped the material around me, it floated over me and to the floor, slit up to just below my pussy and mostly just sheer straps around my breasts and hips. It was exquisitely soft and silky.

My husband had never bought lingerie for me. I'd only worn it on our honeymoon, feeling silly and unattractive in it, but as I smoothed the butter-soft material against my skin I realized that the only lingerie I'd ever had was the embarrassing kinds my high school and college friends bought me for my bachelorette party. Bought based on what would make me blush most. Silly police women and black pasties, thongs that weren't cut right for me, cheap scratchy lace with the pussy cut out.

I slid the beautiful diamond necklace and earrings on that were also in the box, then slipped my feet into silk thigh-high stockings and then the high heels. I gave a slow twirl in front of the full length mirror and marveled at the woman in front of me. A boring housewife no more, I looked like a goddess. My dark nipples strained against the fabric, a