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Green Eyed Monster

Author: l8bloom
Category: BDSM_Stories
Last updated: Feb 17, 2008

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Outside Her door I paused, willing my heart to calmness, smoothing my breathing to a state of grace. Then I gave a timid tap on the wood.

"Come." Her voice caressed my ears.

Once inside I slid into a position of supplication. I had ached for this moment and feared it would never come. Yet here I was, back where I should be, yielding completely to Her every whim. My heart did a little dance of joy in my chest.

Ironically, I was almost unaware of being led into the playroom, so delirious was I to be back. The Goddess directed me to the horse. I lay perpendicular upon it, my face in the oval massage mask.

"You've been sending me mixed messages," She said, and my tears began before a single physical touch.

"Goddess." Tears choked my voice.

"In our weekly meetings you've been pretending that everything is okay, yet your demeanor is sullen and miserable. Is it not so?"

"Yes, Goddess."

Whack! A sharp blow landed on my naked backside. The rush of sensation exploded through my system. I was not quite able to stifle a groan.

"You lied to me!"

This time I really did cry, for the utter shame of it. "I — I didn't mean to, G—"



Whack!

Emotions boiled through me, shame and arousal and pleasure and pain. I spread my legs just a little farther, as far as I could, hoping the next blow would land on my center. Please, Goddess, spank me!

But She made me wait. "You were jealous, isn't that right?"

"Yes!" I cried.

Then the rain descended. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! She did not stop until my bottom resembled the Rose of whom I'd been so envious. The Goddess herself was breathing hard when She finally rolled me over.

"It will please you to know," She panted, "that Rose is gone."

"Gone?" I stared, blank and uncomprehending. "Why?"

Her lips curved in a smile. "My darling, Rose was a gift, from Master Tomlinson to Mistress Bowen. He knew He couldn't train the girl to serve a Goddess, so He sent her to be trained by Me."

I lay still, in shock. Then, "I'm sorry I ever doubted you!" I buried my face in Her neck and wept.

The Goddess cuddled me in Her arms. "Don't ever doubt Me again." She petted my hair. Then She pulled back a little and gave me a wolfish grin. "Or further punishment will have to be arranged."

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