She was ashamed of herself. She had allowed a man, a complete stranger, from a hookup site to come into her home. It had been so long since she had been touched. She was desperate.
He told her to unlock her door, blindfold herself and wait in her bed. She did, anticipation making her heart beat wildly.
When he arrived, he wasted no time. He was rough, unconcerned with her feelings. When she protested, he spanked her harder than she'd ever been spanked before, leaving bruises.
After he came all over her chest, he uttered "have a nice day," and left her there, used, humiliated and crying.
She had never been used and abandoned like that. She felt dirty... cheap... excited...
She doesn't know why she texted him again. She persisted until he was angry, telling her to stop.
A few days later she was surprised when he showed up unannounced, pushing her inside roughly when she answered the door.
"You want to be scared?" He asks. "You need to be taught a lesson? Punished?" He stalks toward her as she backs down the hall.
He pulls a pocketknife from his back pocket. Her eyes go wide. "What are you doing?" she whispers.
"Strip." He demands. She hesitates, he brandishes the knife. "Strip. Or I'll do it for you."
With trembling hands she pulls her top off, dropping it to the floor. He gestures to her pants. She hesitates and he steps closer. She steps back, breathing heavily. She shoves her pants to the ground and steps from them.
