“She was annoyed at something I said last week,” Claire told me. “She’s quite…”
“Assertive?” I finished. “You mentioned that, baby.”
“Yes…she likes her own way, that’s for sure.”
I slipped under her outstretched arms and stood in front of her.
“Claire, my darling; until now I’ve used very mild punishments on you. I hate the idea of marking your beautiful skin – even just the light strokes I gave you the other day make me sad.”
“Then let me go!” she begged. “Why don’t you just f**k me in the ass and get this over with! That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
I blinked. Was this my Claire – my timid, shrinking violet? She seemed to have a new strength and confidence about her that was truly beguiling. I knew she was acting this out, but her words seemed so much more…alive! I stroked her cheek
