SHORT FICTION | MICRO MONDAY | EROTIC FICTION | LGBTQ | KINK
Your First Night of Discipline
Seeking that special alchemist who can transmute pain into pleasure.
I’ll hit you and love hearing the smack, the whine, the cry.
We’ll talk. I’ll ask what you want. You’ll tell me what I want to hear. I’ll tell you what a good girl you are and kiss you when you cry.
You’ll be naked, and I’ll be dressed because this isn’t a date. Tonight is about what I’ll do to you.
I won’t share you with anyone. This isn’t a game. It’s not funishment, and I’m not a “play partner.” I better not see a damn picture of your bruises on Fetlife because this moment is for my eyes only.
You’re alone with me because pain is intimate, exceedingly personal. Even those who can handle the pain often can’t handle the emotional intensity, so they find ways to minimize it.
I scare women. I get that. It’s not my size but my intensity, the clarity of what I want and my boldness. When it’s just you and me, there are no eyes on you but mine, no one to dilute or distract, no voices or smiles to ease your fear.
For pleasure, I’ll spank you with my hand or something soothing and thuddy. For punishment, I’ll…
