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“The truth of course is that if people really were as happy as they look on the Internet, they wouldn’t spend so much damn time on the Internet, because no one who’s having a really good day spends half of it taking pictures of themselves. Anyone can nurture a myth about their life if they have enough manure, so if the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, that’s probably because it’s full of shit.”
― Fredrik Backman, Anxious People

“Where were you?” she asked.
“I was killing innocent maidens and kicking puppies.”
“Jacks, that’s not funny.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After

“Every good story needs a villain.
But the best villains are the ones you secretly like.”
― Stephanie Garber, Legendary

“The word ‘stubborn’ has such negative connotations,” Alex said. “I like to think of myself as determined.”
― Lynette Noni, Raelia

“The man is moody as hell.”

“I am not moody—”

“Yeah, bro.” Kenji puts his utensils down. “You are moody. It’s always ‘Shut up, Kenji.’ ‘Go to sleep, Kenji.’ ‘No one wants to see you naked, Kenji.’ When I know for a fact that there are thousands of people who would love to see me naked—”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“And yeah, I had to go to therapy to get over my childhood issues and work through my shit but you know what I found when I was done? I still liked having my ass smacked, my hair pulled and being told to get on my knees like a good little girl because that’s my fucking right as a woman. And screw anyone that has a problem with it."
-Beth Anderson, The Missing Orchid”
― Fia Black, The Missing Orchid

“I press my face into his cold skin, immersing myself in the smell of the man who has so fundamentally changed me. He twists his head left again, watching me.
“If these chains were to disappear, I would tan that beautiful backside for you for that comment.”
His tone is low, sending a shiver through me. I feel my breath quicken at his words, imagining me sprawled over his strong lap, my skirts tossed over my torso as he administers my spanking. I clench the moistening muscles between my legs, acknowledging how good the idea sounds. His eyes sparkle as they assess my responses.
“You would like that too, wouldn’t you, my captive?” he probes.
I swallow hard, knowing that even in this gloom, Anders will notice my colour rising from my neck to my cheeks.
“Yes,” I murmur, transfixed by him even in this new role reversal.
“Have you missed me?” he asks, moving his arms in the metal chains above us. “Have you missed my discipline?”
“You know I have,” I reply, not daring to take my eyes from his blue orbs.”
― Felicity Brandon, The Viking's Conquest

“Abby stood nervously before her Master in the classic submissive pose: fully nude, legs apart, wrists placed behind her back; deeply ashamed of her evident arousal. Worse, she had to recount in exact detail the proceedings of her last whipping. The whipping had been severe; as was the case with most of the clients she was commissioned to serve. Most of these clients were men, some were women, on occasion a couple, or even a group. Nevertheless her body reacted like that of a wanton whore as she retold of the sadistic punishments and extreme sexual use inflicted upon her body.
How far would her Master push her with these ‘tests’? How far would Abigail go? How many times could she stand before him blushing; yet with that unmistakable tingle? Their relationship was surely headed for a collision course. Or was it?”
― Al Daltrey, Testing the Submissive

“Sticks and Stones may break my bones,
but whips and chains excite me.
So throw me down, tie me up,
and show me how you like me.”
― Skye Eagleday, Dark Passions

“You land a second strike, this time just on my left cheek. It feels hard already and stings like hell. I imagine the red mark it has left on my behind as I thank you. As the belt catches my right buttock, I squeeze my eyes shut. I know my tears are close. You strike me again and again. You vary the location and the intensity; somehow never letting me settle into a pattern with the pain. I try to keep count in mind, but after fifteen I am lost in the hot, stinging sensation of my behind.”
― Felicity Brandon, Hide & Seek

“Ty grabbed my phone and threatened to tell Otter that I liked being spanked during sex.

This proceeded to lead up on a long tangent where I had to have him explain to me how he knows about stuff like people getting spanked during sex. He said he might have heard it mentioned while watching MSNBC. I told him he was grounded from watching the news channels for a week. That's where this whole sidebar should have ended, but then I was forced to explain S & M and bondage to my little brother, who was persistent on the topic, and who kept staring at me with mounting horror when I finally /did/ explain, and I realized I had maybe gone too far, and we had to spend the next five minutes swearing to God that I had never nor would I ever attempt to do anything like that. He might now be the only nine-year-old who has heard the terms "cock ring" and "fisting". My parenting skills are unparalleled.”
― T.J. Klune, Bear, Otter, and the Kid

“I decided quickly that committing crimes against grammar was a hard limit for me.”
― Sophie Morgan, Diary of a Submissive: A Modern True Tale of Sexual Awakening

“He spanks me again, and again, and again. I lose count after ten strikes, too consumed with the aching sensation spreading across the lower half of my torso. Eventually, I hear myself gasp and moan at each strike, the sting intensifying as my flesh warms with every blow.”
― Felicity Brandon, Disciplinary Action

“My turn?” asks the blond from behind me. “Didn’t you say she deserved a good spanking for her recent misdemeanours Mike?”
His voice has taken on a husky, carnal quality since our introduction at the bench, and I suspect there is another hard cock waiting for me. I struggle impatiently at the thought.
“Absolutely Niall,” Mike replies, “but not here. I want her punished in public, to make sure she remembers the lesson. Sean, pull in at the next layby will you...”
― Felicity Brandon, The Abduction

“Submissive men, men who desire to serve as consensual slaves, are on one of the most difficult journeys in the world today, because they have rejected patriarchal privilege and embraced their own heart's calling instead.”
― TammyJo Eckhart, At Her Feet: Powering Your Femdom Relationship

“You may get me to say the word, but know this, you will never truly own me. That right belongs to my real master. You may take his symbol off my hip, but there will always be a scar that reminds us both what was there. And you might take his collar off my throat, but you'll never erase his name from my soul.”
― Kitty Thomas, Tender Mercies

“Leaving my empty goblet, I slide from the soft pile at his order. I can already feel the desire bursting from between my thighs as I fall to all fours and begin my crawl to where he has seated himself.
“We will begin as before—you will be spanked over my knee—but this time there will be little pleasure in it for you, my captive. I intend to hurt you—to mark that pretty little behind—and make you unable to sit properly for some time.”
I am back by his feet as he concludes and warily, I raise my eyes as he finishes the sentence. I know I am not hiding the terror in my face and yet still I am compelled to carry on—submitting myself to him in this way for our mutual need. He catches my hair in his left hand and pulls it into a rough ponytail, again drawing my head back.
“When my hand is aching from tanning your backside, I will bind you to the bedpost and continue to thrash you with my strap. Do you understand?”
He eyes me wildly and for a moment I am too afraid to even respond. I have to swallow hard again to find my voice.
“Please, my Lofðungr,” I say shakily. “I do not know if I can bear such a punishment?”
He never takes his eyes from me as he answers. “You can and you will, my sweeting,” he says. “You will submit to me in this way as a sign of your true desire to be mine.”
I close my eyes at his words, understanding for the first time his real intention. He means not just to punish me, but to mark and possess me in some meaningful way. To make me his again in the way that our coupling had done before. As I open my eyes again and see him standing over me, there are tears but also a new acceptance.
I nod my head as best I can whilst he is still holding my hair in his fist. “I will bear it,” I say, my voice breaking.
He leans in toward me, his face just an inch from mine, those blue pools burning into me. “You will bear it,” he replies, his hot breath against my face, “and I will love you for it.”
― Felicity Brandon, The Viking's Conquest

“When a man is penalized for honesty he learns to lie.”
― Criss Jami, Salomé: In Every Inch In Every Mile

“Nonsense. Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older, and then before you know it, they're grown.”
― J.M. Barrie

“Tell me, Lucy. Did your husband ever spank you?” Dubh asks as he gets on his knees behind me, still not relenting with the gun.
“Yes,” I choke out. Painful memories fill my head and a tear slips out of my eye, landing on the ground. He hums as if he already knew the answer well.
“Your husband only did it to bring you pain. To force you into obedience. I will never do that, sweetheart. I’ll bring you pain, but I’ll show you there is ecstasy to be found in it. So what I want you to do right now is bring your fingers to your sweet little pussy and push them inside. I am going to spank you and you are going to come.”
― Dolores Lane, Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick

“I want you to be afraid of making me angry…this will help you to remember how to behave.”
― Willow Madison, True Beginnings

“Sara?”
Blake’s voice is scorching and burns right through me.
“Yes, sir?”
“Lock the door and get over my knee. Now.”
― Felicity Brandon, Erotic Fantasies

“You are so wet,” you enthuse. “See how much you love to be punished,
little one?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimper, physically fighting the urge to push myself back
onto your finger. I want you inside me so much. I would beg if I thought
you’d take pity on me, but I know you. My punishment is far from over
yet…”
― Felicity Brandon, Destination Anywhere

“The sounds of the thwacks seem very loud to my ears and I am grateful for the privacy of the royal box. I keep count in my mind until we’re beyond sixty strikes and then find myself becoming consumed with the burning warmth of my behind. I imagine the colour it must be already and know that Sir is far from done. I hear his exertion as he lays into my
sore ass again and feel his hardness straining against the confines of his suit. I want to rub myself against it, but I don’t dare. Now is the time to take my punishment like a good girl.It’s what he wants and what I need.”
― Felicity Brandon, A Night at the Opera

“That’s enough naughty girl,” you say in a mocking tone, “I am going to put you over my knee and spank you for being such a bad wife tonight. It will hurt, but you’re going to enjoy it a lot more than you’ll admit…”
― Felicity Brandon, Friday's Lesson

“I concentrate intently on counting: hearing my voice break as the torment and torture builds; fingering myself intensely at his instruction. As we get past ten I slip up; overwhelmed by the sensations wracking my body, I realise in horror that I don’t know which number is next.”
― Felicity Brandon, Disciplinary Action

“With his final blow delivered, he pulls me up toward him, first by my hips, and then by my hair. Groping my breasts and kissing me, he is full of congratulations.
‘Well done, Megan, you took your punishment well. Now it’s time for your reward.”
― Felicity Brandon, Disciplinary Action

“The strikes continue ruthlessly. I brace for each blow, numbering it as the heat subsides, and enjoying her tender exploration of my swollen lips in between. The rhythm pulls me through the assault and, all too soon, I acknowledge the tenth strike.”
― Felicity Brandon, Customer Service

“So the question is, what can I do to motivate you, Polly?”

She eyes me salaciously and I drop my gaze, unable to return the intensity.
Gently, she uses one finger to lift my chin and make my eyes meet her own. They are a vivid blue and alive with desire for me. The air around us is charged and the tension is palpable. My soaking pussy is a testament to how much I already want her…

“Well?” she asks, breaking my train of thought. I gaze at her face; just a few inches from mine.

“I – I’ve never done this before…”

“Done what Polly?” Rachel chides, removing her finger.
I miss the contact immediately and am rueful to have upset her. She raises one eyebrow at me.

“Thought about what motivates you?” she asks, sardonically.

“I’ve never been like this… with a woman, I mean…”

She rises from the sofa in one fluid movement and stands above me.

“Kneel Polly.”

Surprised by the order, I blink at her before I respond.

“Excuse me?”

Rachel smiles at me.

“Get. On. Your. Knees,” she says, articulating each word, and pointing to the floor in front of her.
“I am going to find a way to motivate you.”
― Felicity Brandon, Customer Service

“Sounds like someone's hit the terrible twos."
"Threes actually," Quil corrected. "You missed the party. Princess theme. She made me wear a crown, and then Emily suggested they all try out her new play makeup on me."
"Wow, I'm REALLY sorry I wasn't around to see that."
Don't worry, Emily has pictures. Actually, I look pretty hot.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn