Pywakit
I need a spanking!
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"That will be all, Jefferson," said Evelyn. The butler bowed, then quietly closed the doors to the study as he left. Eve took a long sip of wine from the crystal, then set it down on the table and sighed. It had been a long day of shopping, looking for things to decorate her new home, and she was worn out. She still wasn't quite used to the fact that she was rich now; until last week, she'd still been working in a dead-end job as a waitress, constantly worried that her boss would fire her because he didn't like her piercings or her heavy eye-makeup or her pink hair. In truth, Eve's knack for rebelling against society made her sudden inheritance from her uncle all the more ironic. She hadn't even known he was related to her, but here she was, the proud owner of a 10-bedroom mansion overlooking the lake.
A mansion whose decor simply didn't match her tastes. Everything was too... traditional. Too safe. She'd spent the last several days in malls, antique shops, and furniture stores, spending the first of her newfound riches refurbishing the place to match her eclectic tastes. And sitting on the coffee table before her were her three latest purchases.
She'd found them at a strange little store in deep downtown. A store called, "Precious Pasts" that sold all sorts of relics and museum replicas and stuff. Three things had caught Eve's green eyes there: a wickedly curved rapier said to have once belonged to a Spanish pirate, an Egyptian scepter that looked more like a dildo to Eve's eyes than something a king or queen would use in court, and of course, the real find.
It was a lamp. One of those Arabian style lamps you saw in the movies. The ones that had genies living in them. All the way home, Eve had fought the urge to rub it, to test it out, but her practical side, the voice she tried hard to repress in public, kept her from doing so. But now, safe at home, that voice was asleep. With a smile, Eve picked up the dustcloth in one hand and the lamp in the other, and began to polish it clean. Even though she fancied herself a believer of things mystical and magical... she certainly didn't expect what happened next to actually happen...
A mansion whose decor simply didn't match her tastes. Everything was too... traditional. Too safe. She'd spent the last several days in malls, antique shops, and furniture stores, spending the first of her newfound riches refurbishing the place to match her eclectic tastes. And sitting on the coffee table before her were her three latest purchases.
She'd found them at a strange little store in deep downtown. A store called, "Precious Pasts" that sold all sorts of relics and museum replicas and stuff. Three things had caught Eve's green eyes there: a wickedly curved rapier said to have once belonged to a Spanish pirate, an Egyptian scepter that looked more like a dildo to Eve's eyes than something a king or queen would use in court, and of course, the real find.
It was a lamp. One of those Arabian style lamps you saw in the movies. The ones that had genies living in them. All the way home, Eve had fought the urge to rub it, to test it out, but her practical side, the voice she tried hard to repress in public, kept her from doing so. But now, safe at home, that voice was asleep. With a smile, Eve picked up the dustcloth in one hand and the lamp in the other, and began to polish it clean. Even though she fancied herself a believer of things mystical and magical... she certainly didn't expect what happened next to actually happen...