Here I Am Again

By John Derek

Carrie and Jim engage in serious flirting conversations. It helps pass the time at the store they work at. They didn't really plan on some of these discussions becoming real life. When Carrie screws up and Jim has to cover for her, things change. Will she find being spanked as fun in real life as it is in her imagination? This story involves spanking/sexual situations of an adult female. Be age 18 or over to purchase.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Nov 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312682078

John Derek

I like to write. My stuff deals with domination and submission, usually from the perspective of the submissive. I like to imagine what it is like to be uncomfortable and be willing to take a risk. I write about spanking and some other forms of domination. It is meant to be sexual and interesting but not oppressive. This is from my mind only.

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Derek

Copyright 2021

Written and published by John Derek

2nd Lulubooks Edition

Distributed by Draft2Digital

All characters are portrayed as age 18 or over and are fictional.  All events are fictional.  Author reserves all rights.

ISBN 978-1-312-68207-8

Chapter 1

I knew I wasn’t going to like it - experience had taught me that already. But don’t feel bad for me. After all, on some level I had kind of asked for this and based on his call – or should I say command - from his perspective I deserved it.

Even though I had been here in this situation several times before, it didn’t mean I still didn’t get butterflies in my stomach as I stood outside his front door waiting for him. One of my hands idly clutching the bottom of my skirt and the other in the pocket of my coat. I rang the doorbell again. Impatient to get started and more importantly impatient to get it over with.

This time I could hear movement from the inside. As the door knob turned, I heard him shooing his little dog away. As the door opened his back was to me, still dealing with his dog I guess so I reached on the screen door to open. He turned to look at me.

My goodness you are impatient today he said. His voice deep and rich. The tempo matched his white hair and beard.

He opened the door fully and I moved in. He closed the door behind me. The house was the same as it was last time. The living room – in which we were standing – was clean but lived in. His morning newspaper set in a neat pile next to an empty cup of coffee.

He offered to take my coat and I obliged. Still a little uncomfortable but knowing the routine I