Bare Bottom Caning Novels & Stories

“Not for money. Not for reinstatement. Not for anything you have left to threaten me with.” Sherwood’s expression hardened further, the charm gone entirely now, replaced by something uglier and far more familiar to me — the same contempt he’d worn in that ceremony hall, dressed up differently but unmistakably the same. “You always did think more of yourself than the circumstances warranted.” His voice rose, deliberately now, no longer bothering with subtlety, no longer caring who else in the hall might hear him. “Fat, barren, wolfless, and somehow still under the impression you have any leverage left to refuse me.”