Nov 26 2011
Sarabeth Scott’s story reminded me a tiny bit of Daddy Longlegs with Fred Astaire and Leslie Caron but it may have been a nutcracker story with Clara as the heroine. Clara is the female protagonist whose need for punishment is a deeply held secret known only to one man.
“Stand,” he said. He did not offer his hand to assist her, yet she rose in graceful movement until she stood straight before him. Her lips were red. And moist.
“Unbutton your dress.” Her hands flew to the line of buttons down the front of her gown, and in moments it lay in a crumpled heap on the floor.
“Remove your stockings.” She perched on the edge of the stool, and slid the silk from her legs. The stockings landed in wanton curves atop her gown.
“Turn.” He unlaced her corset using only the tips of his fingers so the sides of the tightly wrapped structure released themselves only a fraction at a time. He could see the flying pulse in her neck but her breathing remained calm and slow, deliberately confined and controlled. He wanted her to pant and gasp for him. Soon.
Next up is Kiss of Life by Lily Daniels