A straight back, hands behind her back, she stood naked in the middle of the room. Somewhere behind her, he rummaged through their toy bag.
The mmm rolling from his lips promised no good for her.
Several bolts of pain ignited her bottom cheeks. Only a sigh escaped her lips, as she knew any sound would mean more of the same.
When he rested the ruler under her breast, she understood: the pain in her bottom was nothing compared to what would follow. Lightly he tapped the nipple.
Bracing herself, she nodded.
A nipple – her nipple – ached in suspense.
Writing a story of exactly 100 words is quite a challenge. It’s a great exercise, as it forces you to look critically at what you have written, and dares you to keep to the essence of your story. Please feel free to join in, and if you do, you’re welcome to use the badge below, and link back to my page.
I did go for the extra challenge here to not start any sentence with a pronoun.
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