Behind the bedroom door

I woke early, last Saturday. I usually do. Wandered downstairs to my office; flicked on my PC.

Heard the bedroom door open downstairs. Realised our weekend guest had headed to the bathroom.

Crept downstairs. Behind her bedroom door. Unheard. Unseen.

Waited until she reappeared…

My hand tight across her mouth almost smothered her scream.

Overpowered her. Forced her onto the bed, on her back. Forced her legs apart. Forced myself into her. Used her. Hard.

Sometimes spankings aren’t necessary to make a girl submit…

(And, yes, obviously, although I shouldn’t need to say it – this was all in the context of consensual non-consent!)

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