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under her breast, she understood: the pain in her bottom was nothing compared to what would follow. Lightly, he tapped the nipple.</p><p id="bf56">“Ready?”</p><p id="55ed">Bracing herself, she nodded.</p><p id="0acd">A nipple — her nipple — ached in suspense.</p><p id="41fa">I wrote this story with <a href="https://rebelsnotes.com/2021/06/ruling-ruler/">this personal image</a> as inspiration.</p><p id="6844"><i>If you’re thinking of joining Medium, click on <a href="https://medium.com/membership/@marierebelle">my referral link</a> to support me and other writers.</i></p><p id="0e42"><b><i>Find more of Marie on <a href="https://marierebelle.medium.com/lists">her lists</a>, and here…</i></b></p> <figure id="01e2"> <div> <div> <img class="ratio" src="http://placehold.it/16x9"> <iframe class="" src="https://marierebelle.medium.com/embed

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MICRO MONDAY, FLASH FICTION

Ruling The Ruler

Flash fiction in exactly 100 words

A straight back, hands behind her back, she stood naked in the middle of the room. Somewhere behind her, he rummaged through their toy bag.

The mmm rolling from his lips promised no good for her.

Several bolts of pain ignited her bottom cheeks. Only a sigh escaped her lips, as she knew any sound would mean more of the same.

When he rested the ruler under her breast, she understood: the pain in her bottom was nothing compared to what would follow. Lightly, he tapped the nipple.

“Ready?”

Bracing herself, she nodded.

A nipple — her nipple — ached in suspense.

I wrote this story with this personal image as inspiration.

If you’re thinking of joining Medium, click on my referral link to support me and other writers.

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Another tale by Emma Manzi

Microfiction
Sensuality
Fiction
Rulers
Short Story
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