Strike Three Novels & Stories

This first strike is punishment for sabotaging the wedding and almost killing Simone. Winona screamed in agony. Anthony didn't hold back. He lashed her a second time. "This second strike is punishment for staging your own abduction and making Simone live with guilt and pain for three years. "This third strike is punishment for forcing Simone to shoulder consequences that were never hers to bear. "This fourth strike is punishment for being so wicked and a compulsive liar…" Anthony spent hours lashing Winona a total of 99 times. In the end, she was left close to unconsciousness.

Two shallow thrusts, then a deep stroke as he tapped her clit. She gasped. “You’ve never done this before.” “Been savin’ this secret love technique for a special occasion.” “What’s the occasion?” “It’s Tuesday.” Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. “Trevor!” Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. “It’s called circle of threes,” he panted.

But his son’s assault was only just beginning. “Second strike” “Third strike” “Fourth strike” “Fifth strike” “Sixth strike” *Bam*

For that, I'd give this five stars. Person 3: I was so committed into moving on so I installed this application for a good time. I didn't expect for me to meet the love of my life here. We dated for couple of months and met in real life. Now we are getting married! I awed. That's really a good review. I'm happy for whoever this couple is, they deserve this kind of love and happiness. And I think they just inspired me to have some good time as well. It's just harmless flirting anyway, I think I could go on with that. No commitments, no strings attached, will never have feelings for anyone in this place.

Small but solid. “Ten strikes,” he tells me. “You’re going to count them. Thank me for each one. And when we’re done, you’ll have bruises that last for days. Every time you sit down, every time you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you’ll remember that you belong to me.” I bend over the table without being told. The first strike lands with a crack that echoes through the room. "One!" I gasp. “Thank you, sir!” He waits. Lets the sting build. Then –

Even Torren had leaned forward slightly. We reset again. I went into a combination I had held back until now. Three strikes, fast, each coming from a different angle. Most people couldn’t track all three. The first two connected. The third didn’t. She read it. Somehow, she saw it coming just before I fully committed. She dropped low, rolling under the strike, and came up on my outside. Then her leg hooked behind mine. The sweep was clean. Perfect timing. My balance went. My knee touched the ground.

She staggered back against the wall, her mind flashing with images of her betrayals—running away from the wedding, the kiss, what she'd done in our bed, and the way she'd threatened me with Mom. She realized then that she hadn't just made a mistake; she was beyond redemption. "Why? I treated you so well. Why did you lie to me?" "Lie to you?" Elton scoffed. "Did I lie when you chose to cheat on Jonas? Did I force you to do any of it? You got exactly what you deserved!" "Beat him up! Hit him to death if you have to!" Morgan roared. As strikes from the baseball bat fell and Elton's screams filled the house, Tracie stood there, numb. She couldn't stop murmuring, "I'm sorry, Jonas. Please just gi

He wasn't too surprised either—after all, I'd already forgiven him twice. He hugged me. "I knew you loved me, babe. Just give me a few more days. Once Lila is discharged on the 20th and has fully recovered, I'll take you and Tobey on that desert trip." Going on a desert trip had always been Tobey's dream. He wanted to lie on the sand dunes and make wishes on shooting stars. But… the 20th? The day Tobey would be discharged also happened to be the day we'd be leaving.

I stood outside the operating theater, feeling lost. My third brother, Carl, shoved me to the floor and called me a monster. He said I'd cursed them, that I was the reason for my parents' deaths. I scraped my palm on the floor, and blood oozed out. I wanted to cry from the pain but forced myself to hold it in when I looked around. The people standing around me didn't dare come near—I could see the fear and hatred in their eyes. I didn't dare make a sound. All I did was bite my lip and get to my feet. Then, I dusted my dress off and comforted myself.

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.