I'm the author of Creeping Contract. My interests are in images and stories of men dominating women, particularly corporal punishment and forced nudity. I am not looking for any type of relationship.
A brief description of the story: Lauren starts out looking for someone who will introduce a little discipline and corporal punishment into her life. As time goes on, she cedes increasing levels of control over her life through a succession of contracts. In this installment, Lauren's friend arrives to try to defend her from her most feared punishment.
The opening paragraphs of this installment:
Nikki knocked on Lauren’s door, really unsure of what to expect. She was wearing a grey suit, her skirt knee length and her pumps modest. It was more the type of outfit she would normally wear to court than to hang out with a friend, but from their phone conversation, it sounded like it was more of a court-situation that she was walking into.
The door opened and her jaw dropped. In contrast to her own professional dress, her friend Lauren was naked from the waist down. Her face was streaked with old tears, and she avoided making eye contact with Nikki.
“Thanks for coming. Hurry in, please,” she said, trying to shield herself with the door. As she turned away, Nikki’s jaw fell even further open. Her ass was bright red. She had said something about corporal punishment on the phone, but Nikki had not really processed it. Well, she had heard it but had not really believed it until this point. All she had known for sure was that her friend was in some kind of contract dispute and needed help. And that was what she did—contract disputes—so of course she came right away.
Before she could say anything, there was another knock at the door. Lauren looked dismayed as she answered and a fat white man entered.
“Th-thank you for coming, Mr. Lawrence,” Lauren said.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” the man said as he casually patted Lauren’s behind. Then he leaned in to say something more quietly in Lauren’s ear and actually smacked her right between the legs! Lauren pushed his hand away, but he just laughed.
The man leered at Nikki as he walked by. She could almost feel him looking right through her clothes. She straightened and glared back at him. She knew how to deal with his type. She was not scared of him like Lauren.
Another man walked into the room.
“Get Carl whatever he’d like from the kitchen, Lauren,” he ordered before approaching Nikki. “You must be Nikki. I’m Don Arden. Join me in my room for a minute.”
She did not appreciate his tone—toward her or Lauren—but decided it was best to let things play out for now. She followed him and was surprised to see that they were walking into Lauren’s room. Had he displaced Lauren out of the master bedroom in her own home?
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A brief description of the story: Lauren starts out looking for someone who will introduce a little discipline and corporal punishment into her life. As time goes on, she cedes increasing levels of control over her life through a succession of contracts. In this installment, Lauren's friend arrives to try to defend her from her most feared punishment.
The opening paragraphs of this installment:
Nikki knocked on Lauren’s door, really unsure of what to expect. She was wearing a grey suit, her skirt knee length and her pumps modest. It was more the type of outfit she would normally wear to court than to hang out with a friend, but from their phone conversation, it sounded like it was more of a court-situation that she was walking into.
The door opened and her jaw dropped. In contrast to her own professional dress, her friend Lauren was naked from the waist down. Her face was streaked with old tears, and she avoided making eye contact with Nikki.
“Thanks for coming. Hurry in, please,” she said, trying to shield herself with the door. As she turned away, Nikki’s jaw fell even further open. Her ass was bright red. She had said something about corporal punishment on the phone, but Nikki had not really processed it. Well, she had heard it but had not really believed it until this point. All she had known for sure was that her friend was in some kind of contract dispute and needed help. And that was what she did—contract disputes—so of course she came right away.
Before she could say anything, there was another knock at the door. Lauren looked dismayed as she answered and a fat white man entered.
“Th-thank you for coming, Mr. Lawrence,” Lauren said.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” the man said as he casually patted Lauren’s behind. Then he leaned in to say something more quietly in Lauren’s ear and actually smacked her right between the legs! Lauren pushed his hand away, but he just laughed.
The man leered at Nikki as he walked by. She could almost feel him looking right through her clothes. She straightened and glared back at him. She knew how to deal with his type. She was not scared of him like Lauren.
Another man walked into the room.
“Get Carl whatever he’d like from the kitchen, Lauren,” he ordered before approaching Nikki. “You must be Nikki. I’m Don Arden. Join me in my room for a minute.”
She did not appreciate his tone—toward her or Lauren—but decided it was best to let things play out for now. She followed him and was surprised to see that they were walking into Lauren’s room. Had he displaced Lauren out of the master bedroom in her own home?