Still better than the grad mixer
Jan. 7th, 2011 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Bored. Want to write some nice, soothing porn, but stumped as to what to write. So, flist, give to me a prompt, and I will write you about a hundred words of something interesting.
Hopefully.
Hopefully.
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Date: 2011-01-08 04:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-01-21 04:48 am (UTC)"Ask- no, beg me for it," Rodney said, spinning the paddle idly between his fingers.
"Please," John said, unable to keep his eyes off it.
"Is that the best you've got?" Rodney sneered.
"Please hit me," he tried. "Please, Rodney, I need it."
"And why do you need it?" Rodney asked, using the edge of the paddle to tip John's face up, so he was forced to look at him. "You know the answer, slut."
"I'm- I'm a whore," John managed, and once he pushed it out the floodgates opened. "God, I'm such a dirty whore- I'm a filthy cocksucking slut and I need it, please, please punish your bitch."
Rodney smiled unpleasantly. "You're damned right you're my bitch. Now get over my lap if you want it."
His face burning, John did as he asked. He hated it like this, hated how awkward and exposed it made him feel, and it only made him harder.
"Are you smart enough to count for me?" Rodney said condescendingly, and before John could respond, he brought the paddle down hard.
"One," John gritted out.
"It's a miracle," Rodney said, hitting him again.
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Date: 2011-01-21 04:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-01-21 09:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-01-21 03:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-01-22 06:45 am (UTC)