Strike Three Novels & Stories

It stings so badly I forgot his instruction “Emma, don’t make this harder for you, just do what I told you to do,” he lands another one “2, thank you, sir,” “3 thank you, sir,” It continues to whip and I continue to count and thank him. I was now at my 10th slap but it was too much. “please sir, this is too much,” I cry rubbing my ass “remove your hands” I did so, and he lands another to my ass “11 thanks sir” I had to rub my ass again. It stung too much. I’m sure it’s bruised right now.

Lila replied. "What happened to my third child?" Mira finally asked. "In time you will meet her, it is destined that they will be reunited.to shed light on this and to complete their mission."Lila said. "Do you mean that there is really a third child. They are triplets." Alethea was perplexed. "Yes! Cassie is with the other witches that survive the attack. She is being prepared and trained to regained Indigo Paradise." Lila said to which Mira let loose of her anger of being separated with her baby.

I simply replied, "Do you know how much Oliver is giving me? 100%—everything he has." Connor fell silent. I didn't know what he was planning, but after a long time, he sent me a revised contract. It stated that I would receive 80% of the profits after company costs. He wrote, "Averie, I was wrong. Please come back." It was the kind of genuine plea I had waited so many years for. Unfortunately for him, I no longer wanted it. I ignored Connor, but then Esther called me. She barked, "Averie, how are you still stirring trouble even after divorcing Connor? Faye is already pregnant with Connor's child—it's a boy! So stop trying to break them up!"

Reason for Trist to strike his desk to Clement's surprise. "Who's going to follow this, Clement?!" Trist shouted. Clement's eyes widened. "Even if you just respect our friends, they sacrificed their lives to finish this game," Trist stressed. "I can't accept what you want, Clement!" Pointed it with the index finger. "They started so we should just finish it." "Trist," Clement's narrowed eyes stared at Trist. "It really doesn't seem like you are." Clement said, shaking his head in disappointed.

“Mmm.” Victoria shook her head while rolling her eyes. She watched the guys play baseball along side her friend. Zaine took the bat from his friend, tapped it against his foot. He made a big show of saying he was going to get a homerun. He pointed the bat in the air and then took a few practice swings. The pitcher threw the first ball, it was a fast ball. Zaine swung and missed the ball.

* "Three. I'm sorry, Damian." He didn't rush. He paced each strike with a slow, agonizing precision, letting the sting marinate, letting the heat build between us until my entire lower body felt alive, pulsing with a deep, desperate ache. By the time he hit the eighth and ninth strikes, my voice was a broken, breathless whisper, completely surrendered to the rhythm of his command. *Smack.* The tenth strike connected, the loudest and heaviest of them all, sending a final, blinding wave of heat straight through my pelvis.

I shivered, arching into the touch instinctively. “That’s a yes,” Nathan said. “When you press into us, we know you’re receptive. When you pull away, we know you need a pause. But you won’t pull away. Not this weekend.” “No, sir,” I whispered. “You spoke without permission,” Jake said sharply. “That’s a strike. Three strikes, and we’ll add a punishment to tonight’s session.” I bit my lip, my heart lurching. I’d forgotten. I nodded instead, pressing my face into the pillow to show I understood.