(The following is a true story in that a dominant woman I was seeing at the time demanded I write her an erotica based on her relationship when I should have been writing my thesis. This was the product.)
CRACK! The slap struck like the first lightning bolt in a summer storm, the one that seems to change the atmosphere from a sense of foreboding possibility to one of certain catharsis. The lingering sting radiated down his body from his jaw, tingling synapses from the nape of his neck to the tips of each toe. It was a slap akin to that delivered by a physician to a newborn to welcome them into a new world, in this instance one where he had ceased to exist as he had thought of himself- overachiever, perfectionist, occasional control freak- and was reborn as the pet of his incredible Mistress.