Corrections- A BDSM fantasy between consenting adults. Do not read if controlled pain and power play offends you.
"I don't think this is really the book you want me to publish, is it Lizzy? Why don't you come over this afternoon and we'll go through some ideas."
"OK Emma, around 2pm OK?", Lizzy cowered on the other end of the phone. She had been writing good short stories for a couple of years but had tried her hand at erotica and frankly it looked like she had 'cut and pasted' her ideas off the net. It was all disjointed and with no compassion for the characters. Reviewing books for publication was always hard, you have to be cruel to be kind and people can end up hating you for it. I know only too well as I went through it myself. You write piece after piece only to have them bastardised by someone who hardly knows you. Then you try to maintain a professional relationship without hating those people. I managed to get 12 books published and only went over to being a publisher because so many people were writing to me and asking how I did it, also it made sense financially. I am no spring chicken any more in my 50's and although I get a lot of compliments about my looks, you cant really be the face of modern erotica in your 60's. The TV interview where decreasing. Still I have a few years left as a co-writer.
At 1.50 pm the doorbell went, Lizzy stood there in a pretty dress and I could see the unease in her straight away. "Come in Lizzy, no need to cower, I am not that bad!", I kissed both her cheeks, she smelled nice. "So tell me how you got in this situation, what's going on in your life. Up to a few months ago you were doing Stirling work". I gave her a glass of wine to relax her. Lizzie is 24 and a drama student, she was wearing a white summer dress that clung to her legs. She carries a few extra pounds and has small breasts, but I guarantee most men would love to bed her, if only she would carry herself better or at least fake it. She has long brown hair that fell into natural ringlets and trailed over her breasts making her look 16. Her eyes where dark brown like two sensual pools, her skin tanned, but not that fake orange shit, her lips stayed apart expectantly as she smiled politely.
"It's very good of you to help me Emma, I know you are very busy".
She went into the fact that every time she got into her characters heads, she wanted them to get sexual and was getting turned on thinking about it. "well that is normal of course, it's part of the fun. But you need to hold the main plot together and decide what their motives are for getting them into bed, is it romance, just a quick fuck, or mind games and a power struggle?". I saw her wince at the word fuck, she had used it often enough in writing but seemed uncomfortable at me using it.
"Well, I do like the kinky stuff and I have read a few books like 50sh...".
"Oh please Lizzie, tell me you are not using that as a basis for a BDSM novel", I interrupted much to her dismay, "Fucking E.L. What's her name has never had a slapped arse, let alone been dominated. She trawled the net for a few ideas , I think she got most of her research from Wikipedia for fucks sake!". Lizzy looked about to break into tears. OK I could be a bit heavy handed. But I wanted to help the girl, not wreck her, god she looked timid enough, and quite demure and...mmm sexy. She lifted one leg on top of the other and the dress fell between her thighs showing the shape of them. I stood up and faced her placing one foot on the coffee table. I was wearing a pale beige blouse and the trousers from my business suit, they hugged my arse. These where the ones I had to stop wearing to meetings as if my legs parted as they where now, you could plainly see my labia bulging out through the clingy cloth. Lizzy stared and I saw her tongue lick inside her lips. "we should try some corrections", I said.
"But, but I don't have the script with me Emma I am sorry", she blubbered.
"Well I have the script Lizzy but that is not what we will be using. Help yourself to another glass of wine, I'll be right back!". I left her trembling as she tried to lift the bottle of Soave from the chiller without dropping it.
"Oh fuck me!", Lizzy gasped as I returned to the living room and placed my foot back on the corner of the coffee table.
In the two minutes or so I had been gone, I had transformed myself into one of my characters. I am 52 and still get a lot of attention from both sexes. My hair is dirty blonde and done in a short twirly bob, my eyes a piercing blue/grey, I have quite a strong jaw line for a woman, which people find intimidating when I play on it! I am wearing a black leather Basque that hugs my 40D breasts so tight you can see the areolas let alone my hard nipples. I have a diamond studded black leather collar around my neck that compliments my earrings. I am wearing a tight leather thing, black of course, and a suspender belt holding up patterned fishnet stockings, also black. My shoes are shiny black 6 inch heels with diamond studs in and Lizzy's eyes finally find the subtle tattoo high up on my inner thigh, a red heart with the word love scrolled through it. I produce a riding crop from behind my back that she hasn't seen yet.
"Get on your knees Lizzy! NOW!", I bark at her. If she thought I was a hard ass bitch before she is going to see what I can really do. She falls to her knees nervously. I go behind her and slide the zipper down her back admiring the exposed flesh and her skin-tone bra, very conservative. "Take your pretty dress off Lizzy". I must admit I have wanted to do this to Lizzy since I first interviewed her to be a client, OK it's highly unprofessional of me to do it to a client, but who will sack me as I am my own boss. As Lizzy turns to face me in her underwear I take a few seconds to admire her, those puppy dog eyes do not know whether she wants me to have her or protect her. It will come to the same thing in the end, but she does not know that. Her flesh coloured bra holds her breasts nicely probably a b cup and she has a matching pair of panties on, very formal and plain, but none the less pretty. Her skin has a few freckles down her cleavage and back and I so want to touch it, but not yet Emma, control is everything in this situation. (So if you thought this is a quick wank story you may leave via the gift shop).
Lizzie's eyes are stuck to mine, locked into her radar, like a rabbit frozen in the headlights, she knows its coming but she doesn't know exactly how hard it will hit or quite when. "Elizabeth, dear. If you are going to write about something, anything at all, it should be something that you have experience of, and are passionate about. Is that how you feel about your last story?".
"No Emma, I'm sorry its not"
I fix my eyes on hers and the riding crop speeds to her cheek, but stops short as she squirms I caress it over her lovely latte coloured skin. "Lizzy you will address me as mistress, or miss, or I will punish you. You do know what it is like to be punished don't you Elizabeth?".
"Yes err mistress, or rather no. I have never been punished even when I was young, I was rather spoiled as".
"Shut up blubbering Lizzy!", I tap her cheek with the crop and she blushes. "This is about respect and power, I have the power and you must respect that. But also I will respect you and you will also have power because if you say a safe word I have to obey and I must and WILL stop. Do you understand little Lizzy?".
"Yes mistress", she grins and she seems to be suddenly enjoying this, "My safe word is 'Red Light'".
"I understand Lizzy, like in the book. So have you ever done anything like this for real?", I ask.
"Well no mistress, just been tied up and shouted at a bit, but not the real thing I guess".
"Is this something that you would like to pursue? It's not too late if you want to pull out. But once we start I don't like to be interrupted".
"Yes mistress, I want this and I need to be punished for writing this shit. I want to learn to respect you and I so want you to have me".
Good girl. "Turn and get face down on the sofa". I ogle her arse, it's large but tight and her panties are sunk into her mound and there is a little tell-tale moist spot right on her cunt. I am fucking aching to touch her, I am wet as hell in my thong and it's been too long since I have had a nice young girl. I slap my leg hard with the crop and shiver. Lizzy looks shocked.
"I need to exercise control too Lizzy. Now tell me what you need to do to improve your work".
