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  Copyright © 2012 by ily goyanes

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  All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission from the author or publisher, except by persons and/or publications reviewing the work, who may quote brief excerpts in connection with a review.

  "His & Hers" first appeared in Spankalicious: Erotic Adventures in Spanking, published by Ravenous Romance.

  "Undercover" first appeared in Lesbian Cops, published by Cleis Press.

  This is a work of fiction and any similarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Synopsis

  Sometimes we like to exchange power with a partner--a little give and take if you will. Power Plays includes three sublime stories that are sure to make any submissive, Dom, or Domme salivate. His & Hers is a twist on the classic librarian fantasy--there is a whole lot of switching going on (and maybe even a little BDSM menage à trois). In Undercover, a lesbian undercover cop gets a run for her money when the tables are suddenly turned by a mysterious woman. And in Fun & Games, a couple gets off on spanking with a little cuckolding and humiliation thrown in for good measure.

  His & Hers

  Veronica smoothed her brown tweed skirt over her knees and straightened her eyeglasses just to have something to do. It was a slow day, even for a small town library, and nary a patron had asked for her help with locating a book, searching for a periodical, or signing up for a new library card.

  Her long, black hair was tied up in an austere bun and the Buster Brown collar on her cream colored linen blouse was buttoned up to the hilt. Not a hair was out of place, not a wrinkle in her clothes, not one item on her entire body dared to appear askew.

  She drummed her perfectly manicured nails (painted with clear polish of course) on her tidy desk. Being a librarian was a vocation and Veronica took hers very seriously (as she did most things).

  So seriously in fact, that many of the patrons shunned her. Ms. Espanto did not cut the patrons any slack on late fees or lost books. If you were irresponsible enough to violate library regulations then you must face the consequences. A world without repercussions would lead to chaos, and Veronica wanted no part of chaos. Ms. Espanto required order at all times.

  She watched as two teenagers entered through the sliding glass doors and made their way to the back of the library – the part of the library out of the librarian’s watchful eye. Veronica waited exactly three minutes – she timed it on the stopwatch app on her smart phone – and then quietly made her way towards the teenage love nest.

  As she turned the corner of romantic poetry, she came upon the two teenage boys engaged in a lip wrestling match. She placed a firm hand on the shoulder of the boy closest to her – the one she often had to kick out of the library for this same exact trespass – albeit with a different boy or girl each time.

  “You will both have to leave the premises immediately,” Veronica said in her most no-nonsense voice. “And I do not want to see you in here the rest of the day. If I do, you will both face much more severe consequences than being expelled from the library.”

  The repeat offender, a lanky boy with long, wavy, jet black hair that hung over emerald green eyes, gave her a sullen look. She glared at him, her equally green eyes giving his a run for their money. He gave up and his pouty lips suddenly stretched into a sexy grin – he even dared to blow her a kiss as he stood up and ambled towards the exit.

  Veronica’s eyes followed their departure, her body slightly trembling – she absolutely loathed the corruption of order. She especially abhorred rebels who seemed to get a special kick from thumbing their nose at society’s rules. Thomas, the model-thin 18-year-old slut she had just kicked out of her library, was one of those rebels. Veronica withheld a smirk that threatened her lips as she recalled when he had propositioned her once to get out of a late fee. As much as Thomas annoyed her, she could not help but admit that his antics did contain a certain charm. If he were a fictional character, I would absolutely adore him.

  She sat at her post again, keeping her eyes and ears open lest someone try and disrupt the order she worked so hard to maintain. Fortunately the rest of the afternoon was spent in relative quiet except for one small incident.

  About an hour before closing, three elementary school students, apparently unsatisfied with all the rich and cultured entertainment the library had to offer, began chasing each other around the children’s section. Veronica grabbed her shiny, cold, metal ruler and strode purposefully towards the children’s area.

  As she walked, her perfect legs bare and tanned, she unconsciously caressed the cold measuring stick, recalling how her mother had used it to explain to Veronica and her siblings that children were to speak only in 12-inch voices – voices that carried no farther than 12 inches. When her mother had passed, she let her siblings keep the house, the furnishings, and her mother’s investments with the understanding that Veronica would keep the foot long physical token of their mother’s long suffering (yet much lauded) career as a teacher.

  Crack! Crack! Crack! Veronica’s deft wrist movements assured optimum sound as she smacked the ruler against the side of the easy readers’ bookcase. The three children stopped in their tracks and turned towards her with fear in their eyes. Veronica did not have to utter a single word. The three made their way back to the table where they had set their backpacks and lunch boxes and sat quietly.

  As she walked back to her station, Veronica smiled. There was something to be said for unquestioned authority. She spent the next hour making sure that everything was properly put away and then closed for the day.

  ***

  When Veronica got home, she unlocked the front door and stepped inside her modest, two-bedroom home. She hung her coat and purse on the hat rack next to the front door and then made her way to the master bedroom. Once there she slowly unbuttoned her linen blouse and folded it carefully, setting it on the old, cracked leather armchair in the corner. Her tweed skirt followed, as did her white lace panties, matching bra, and sensible, brown shoes.

  Her curvy, tanned frame moved about her walk-in closet as she selected her evening uniform. She selected a black corset with matching black thong, garter belt, and fish net stockings. As she dressed for the evening shift, she relished the feel of the silk and lace, slowly rubbing it against her smooth skin, her cunt moistening as she imagined the upcoming nocturnal activities.

  Once dressed, she sat at her vanity and proceeded to apply stark, red lipstick to her full, sensual lips and a matching color to the perfectly manicured nails on her hands and feet. As soon as the polish had dried, she slipped into a pair of black, patent leather, open toe slingbacks and walked towards the second, smaller bedroom.

  The second bedroom had been converted – her friends and family believed it to be Veronica’s personal library and meditation room and therefore were not allowed access. And to a certain extent, the sparsely furnished room did serve for her meditative purposes. She closed the door behind her and stood still, eyes closed. She inhaled the scent of leather, vinyl, rubber, and metal and her finely featured face broke into a smile.

  From the top of the far wall hung two long chains that ended in manacles which she applied to her wrists. She then bent over the vinyl covered spanking table, her exposed ass cheeks primed and ready for her evening session.

  Veronica stayed in this position for ninety minutes, her clit swollen in anticipation and her legs sore from standing in four inch heels. A less disciplined person may have whined or let frustration take over, but Veronica appreciated the fact that the valuable
aspects of life were worth waiting for – patiently.

  She heard the front door open and then the various sounds as her husband hung his coat, set down his keys and finally entered the master bedroom. Veronica listened attentively, her thighs slick from the hot liquid seeping out of her tight pussy. A few minutes later the door to Mr. and Mrs. Espanto’s inconspicuous dungeon opened and Veronica laid eyes upon her husband.

  He stood at the entryway and smiled at the vision of his sexy, Latina wife, shackled and prone. Veronica took in the prominent bulge in his black, vinyl pegged pants. Her mouth watered as she noticed his spiked belt and his tanned, rock hard chest. She adored the small tuft of black, curly hair that sat right between his muscular pecs and she was happy that he had chosen not to wear his vest this session.

  Ricardo walked over to his wife and grabbed a fistful of her long, black hair, pulling her head back and up. Their lips met in a violent fury of mashing, licking and gnawing. When their mouths finally separated, both husband and wife were panting, their desire for each other palpable.

  “Are you ready to tell me about your day, Vero?” he asked, walking towards the shelf that housed his tools.

  “Yes, Sir,” Veronica replied. Her tight, wet pussy clenched and her hard, swollen clit twitched as she watched her husband peruse his options.

  Ricardo finally selected a smooth, red leather paddle. He positioned himself behind her and ran the paddle across the bare flesh of her ass cheeks, causing Veronica to shiver with pleasure. Then he stood against her, his massive cock pulsating against her tight asshole through the sleek vinyl.

  “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, his voice noticeably deeper.

  Veronica shifted on the spanking table. “Yes, Sir.”

  Ricardo’s strong hands and fingers began to knead her pliant, tanned cheeks. Veronica appreciated the fact that her husband always massaged her bottom before he spanked her. The fact that her muscles were completely relaxed made the sting of his tools that much sharper.

  “Were you able to maintain order in your library today?” Rick asked.

  Veronica answered automatically. “Yes, Sir.”

  “You were?” he probed further.

  Veronica swallowed hard. She knew that he would not be pleased with her response. “No, Sir. I was not.”

  The sting of the leather paddle on her bare bottom made Veronica’s eyes open wide. He had smacked her behind brutally and forcefully.

  “Then you lied to me when I asked you the first time.” Ricardo brought the paddle down on her right cheek once more.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I did maintain order, but it wasn’t perfect order.”

  “There is either order or chaos. You cannot have both.” Once more he brought the paddle down swiftly, causing Veronica’s body to jump.

  “Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir. I apologize. I was not able to maintain order today, Sir.”

  Her husband observed the flaming, red marks that had appeared on his wife’s skin. His cock was stiff and straining against his vinyl pants as he contemplated switching to another, more powerful tool to discipline Veronica.

  He reared back and laid another sharp slap on Veronica’s ass, her tender flesh red and marked by the shape of the paddle. “What infringements did you let occur today, Veronica?” he asked.

  Veronica took a moment to reply. Her pussy was hot and wet and she was looking forward to being punished severely, but she was already on the verge of coming and knew that if she did her husband would suspend the session and make her sit in a cold bath for one hour.

  She squeezed her legs together, and then answered. “I committed two infractions today, Sir.”

  Veronica felt the smooth paddle come down on her warm flesh again, followed by her husband’s gruff voice. “Yes? And what were they?” he asked.

  “Well, Sir, there were a few young children goofing off and they were running around the library causing a commotion. They inconvenienced the other patrons and caused quite a disturbance, Sir,” Veronica decided to divulge the smaller infraction first, knowing that her husband would be very displeased when she told him about Thomas.

  “And you did not put a stop to their inconsiderate behavior?” Ricardo asked.

  “Yes, Sir, I did. I swear I did.”

  She felt the sting of the paddle again as her husband spanked her three consecutive times. “Then how were they able to disturb the other patrons?” he asked.

  “I stopped them Sir, I did, but only once I noticed that they were misbehaving,” Veronica answered honestly.

  “Veronica,” Rick said. “We must prevent bad behavior, not solely put a stop to it,” he said, laying into the tender flesh of her right ass cheek with another three smacks of the paddle. Veronica could feel the heat spread through her skin.

  “Yes, Sir. I am sorry, Sir. I was remiss in not keeping a closer eye on them. It is my fault that they caused a disturbance. If I had been more vigilant, they would not have acted up.”

  Ricardo slapped her left ass cheek three times. “That is correct. Had you not been lax in your supervision, the children would have behaved. As authoritarians we must keep a watchful eye at all times.” He turned his attention back to her right ass cheek which he smacked another three times.

  Veronica’s nipples were stiff and swollen, matching her hard clit. Her husband was physically close to her yet their only contact was that of his red leather paddle meeting her flesh. The knowledge that he was right behind her yet a world away made Veronica yearn even more for the touch of his paddle.

  “I also committed another violation today, Sir. I allowed a known offender to take advantage of the public library system yet again,” she whimpered. Her body was so heated – she felt almost feverish. Her bottom was sore and her cunt hungry. She needed to be disciplined severely for today’s infractions to be worthy of her husband’s cock and she coveted the sting of the paddle on her raw bottom.

  Rick heard the tremor in Vero’s voice and knew that his wife was referring to Thomas. His wife had received several spankings stemming from the rebellious boy’s shenanigans and Rick wondered what his latest breach of etiquette had been.

  “Yes? And what happened exactly?” Ricardo asked his wife.

  “Thomas came in today with another boy and I caught them kissing and touching each other,” Veronica replied.

  She felt the paddle come down with more force than before. She jumped and the cold, metal shackles dug into her wrists. Rick laid into her with a series of swift, sharp smacks, leaving her skin swollen and aching.

  Afterwards she felt cool air across her tender bottom. Rick had stopped spanking her and was letting her enjoy the pause. He ran his strong, smooth hands over her bottom, spreading both the pain and the pleasure, making her wince. She knew that he was far from finished.

  “And how was he able to breach your defenses yet again, Vero?” Rick asked, bringing the paddle down first on one cheek then the other.

  “Sir, I am sorry, Sir, but I waited for three minutes before going to see what he was up to.”

  Veronica felt the paddle come down again, the smooth leather sending electric currents through her body on contact. “Count out loud,” her husband commanded as he brought the paddle down ten times on each cheek.

  He watched his wife squirm against the table, squeezing her legs tightly together. He knew that she had been holding back orgasm since the first touch of the paddle. Rick reached between her legs and slid his fingers up and down her moist slit. “Are you enjoying this, Vero?” he asked her.

  Veronica let out a low moan and then replied. “Yes, Sir. Very much, Sir,” she whimpered softly. “I appreciate your instruction and discipline, Sir.”

  “And you also appreciate my cock, isn’t that right?” he asked, grabbing her swollen clit between thumb and forefinger.

  His gorgeous wife groaned. “Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, Sir.”

  Rick removed his hand from her sopping, wet cunt. “Then say it,” he said, connecting the paddle to her skin in
one sharp slap.

  “I want your cock, Sir. I yearn to feel your cock deep inside my cunt. I need it, but I know that I am not worthy of it until I have suffered the consequences of my behavior, Sir.”

  Rick made her count again as he released another ten whacks on each cheek. By the fifteenth, tears streamed down Vero’s face and she was unable to restrain herself from crying out.

  “Why did you not keep a closer eye on Thomas when you know that he is constantly usurping your authority?” Rick asked, again running his hands softly over her bottom.

  “I don’t know, Sir. I swear that I do not. I should have followed them immediately. I still don’t understand why I chose to wait for three minutes before going to check up on them, Sir,” Veronica cried.

  “Perhaps you wanted to catch him in the act,” Rick asked. As he had done before, he asked his wife to describe the young man in explicit detail.

  “He is very handsome – movie star handsome. His body is lean and lanky and he has the most intense green eyes I have ever seen. He uses his charm to get his way, although of course I don’t let it work on me. His lips are generous and he has this sardonic smile that just makes him appear even sexier,” Veronica went on.

  Rick’s cock throbbed in his pants as his wife described Thomas. He knew that she was attracted to the young man and from her description of him, Rick could easily understand why. He continued caressing Veronica’s red bottom.

  “Did it turn you on to see him kissing that boy?” Rick asked. The same way that Rick knew his wife was attracted to Thomas, he also knew that she was not fully aware of the attraction. Vero saw herself as a completely obedient wife who adhered to her husband’s every command – and she was. But Rick felt that she was ready to evolve.

  Veronica wasn’t sure why Rick had asked her that question, but she knew that now was not the time to question him. “I do not believe so, Sir.”

  “I want you to bring that boy here. He needs to be disciplined,” Ricardo said. He lowered his pants and pulled out his fat prick. Veronica knew what was coming and she whimpered and moaned, pulling against the shackles. Her husband rubbed his swollen cock head against her wet cunt and slid right in. She braced herself – every time they discussed Thomas, Rick pounded her pussy extra hard.