Excerpt from Erotica Author Sascha Illyvich’s story: “Spanking Cold Weather” a Mistress Kitty and Trent story

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Sascha Illyvich is the author of “Mistress Kitty and Trent: Tales of Love and Romantic BDSM” and “Sensualities” Sascha Illyvich has written a lot of things, but by far Sascha’s greatest joys have been the fact that writing has been an escape. With work posted at Thermoerotic.com, Three Pillows Bisexual site and past updates for the Erotica Readers and Writers Association, Sascha has been pleased with everything that’s transpired. Currently, she’s working on a contemporary romance, a vampire romance and another BDSM novel.
 

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“Come inside, its time for your warm bath, dinner and bedtime.  I’m through with you for another day.”

Her tone sweetened, but Trent didn’t pay it mind.  He crawled inside quickly.  No sign of Miss Carrie.  Good, he thought.  No more of that bitch.  But his spirit was almost gone. 

He didn’t realize it until the final day, when Kitty came to pick him up and he greeted her not with a loving embrace, but with kisses of adoration all over her shoes.  Kitty looked on as he showered her feet with kisses.  She waved her hand and he stopped, sitting at her feet until Alexis snapped her fingers and he bowed, eyes lowered to the floor. 

Kitty and Alexis chatted briefly but Kitty was anxious to get Trent home.  She missed her subbie and wanted to spend time with him.  Moreover, there were all the questions she had for him about his training. 

Trent , still sore and bruised, was glad to be back with Kitty. 

“How did you do?”

“I did as good as she said I did.”

“How do you feel you did?”

“Miserable.  She’s much harsher than you are.  She treated me like dirt, and I believe I am below everything now.”

Silent for the next few minutes, Kitty spoke firmly, “I wanted you to see another side of the lifestyle, for experience.”

“I’m sure I got plenty of that.”

“Now I am, too.”

“Do you understand the difference between how each of us is dominant?”

“Yes.”

“Do you value our relationship more after seeing her?”

Trent never stopped to consider this in the light she had mentioned.  “Yes.  Yes I do,” he answered honestly.  It hit him that his mistress once again knew what she was doing.  He didn’t feign being impressed.  Instead, because of the training, he remained quite, pondering the memories as they filled his head.  His heart fought desperately to remind him of the love they shared. 

She held his hand tenderly in hers while driving back to their house.  When she arrived, Trent got out first and raced around the car to get her door.  He escorted her to the front door, opened it for her and let her in first.  He dropped to his knees and waited for her to call him in, which she didn’t.  He stood there until she came back.  “ Trent , you know this relationship isn’t that way.  Do I have to retrain you?”  She said, surprised. 

Trent looked up at her, sad loving eyes begged him inward.  Trent started crawling forward but Kitty came up and took his face in her hands.  “Stand up,” she commanded.

Trent stood up, looking down at her with cold eyes until she placed her lips over his and led him inward, shutting the door behind them.  She slipped off his pants quickly, his cock bobbed forward and she grabbed it tightly.  “This belongs to me.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Who am I?”

“You are my Mistress,” he breathed.

She stroked his cock a few times before kissing him again.  She slipped her tongue between his lips as he sucked on her lip.

“Remember my pet, who is in control.  What’s my name?”

“Mistress Kitty.”

“Good boy.”  She led him by his cock to the bedroom, which smelled of holiday scents from the candles and incense burning.  Kitty spread her legs apart, revealing her bare mound beneath her skirt.  She lifted her skirt up slid Trent in and ran her hands over his entire body, ripping off his clothes as she thrust against him. 

“I’ve missed you so much, you little bastard.  The nights were cold and lonely without my pet to keep me warm,” Kitty’s desire came through in her voice.

“I’ve missed you too, Miss Kitty.  God, you feel so good.”

“Doesn’t your mistress feel good?  You filling me up like a good boy, would do me well if you came hard inside me, pet.”

Trent took the hint, thrusting faster until he felt ready to come.  He slowed down until Kitty moaned and slapped his ass, hard.

“Fuck me, you shit!”

Several more slaps on his ass followed as Trent thrust deeper and faster inside Kitty.  When he felt ready to explode inside, she ordered him, “Come, damn you!”

Trent , still feeling the stinging from his ass, shot his load deep inside Kitty, filling her with his liquid cream.  She shuddered, coming instantly from the warmth of his come shooting inside.  She dug her nails into his back, unaware that his skin was already sensitive from his weeks’ previous ordeal, but when he bit down hard on her, nearly drawing blood, she cried out.  Kitty did enjoy the pain.

Several hours later, while lying in her arms, Kitty stroked his hair.  Trent opened his eyes just enough to hear her whisper, “I’m glad you love me.  I’m so glad we have each other.  This year, Christmas is going to be wonderful.”

Trent knew in his heart that this was true.  His heart stopped fighting with his head, because he finally had answers to the questions that Mistress Alexis gave him.  Trent would tell Kitty this in the morning.  They had a big day ahead of them, more planning, holiday shopping, and house rearranging.  Kitty had a party to continue planning, and this time Trent was getting a reward.


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