What would you do for one night only?...

What would you do to redeem yourself for one night only? That's the question haunting Jake Morrison whose lifestyle as Dom has been torn apart by the unexpected death of his sub.

He hadn't realised things with Andrew had become so fragile and he's paying the price for his foolishness now. The six-month ban from Langley's Pleasure House has all but destroyed him but now the ban is over and he must begin the slow road back. Can things ever be the same again and what exactly will he do to redeem himself in the eyes of Langley again, especially when the club-owner only grants him one night to prove himself?

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“Thirty strokes will be enough for now, I think,” Jake said, and Langley nodded.

“Yes, Master.”

Jake paused, still smiling. “In fact, I believe you can do even more for me. I want you to count the strokes, Mr. Langley. Out loud. And after each set of five, I want you to tell me something about Peter, that ex-boyfriend of yours. Something to do with how he made you feel, about sex between you, facts only you and he could know. When we reach thirty strokes, then you can come, if I allow it. Not before. Do you understand?”

Langley began to tremble, and Jake saw his shoulders tighten. He laid his free hand on the sub’s chest and felt the wild racing of his heart.

“Mr. Langley?” he prompted him.

For another few heartbeats, Jake thought his sub might invoke the safe word, bring the whole scene to an end and, in so doing, secure Jake’s humiliation. He even thought he saw Langley’s lips move to frame the word Andrew, but no sound came out. Just when he wondered whether he should ask again or increase the punishment in some way, Langley looked directly at him and nodded once.

“Yes, Master,” he said. “I understand. I’m ready.”

Jake began gently, concentrating on the right buttock, his first stroke barely brushing the skin there.

“One,” Langley said.

At five strokes of the paddle, Jake stopped, and Langley trembled, his hands clenching into fists.

“The first time I kissed Peter,” he said, “I was so eager, I bit his lip. I tasted his blood in my mouth. I swallowed it because I wanted something of him inside me as soon as I could get it. I’d never been that desperate for someone, neither before nor since.”

When Langley stopped, Jake leaned over and kissed his shoulder, the one without the tattoo. “Well done,” he whispered.

Jake took up the rhythm of the spanking again, making sure to increase the strength so Langley’s buttock began to redden, and he cried out, a short yelp that ended in a hiss ...

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Anne Brooke