<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0gzSsUL.png)</div><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: James St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Content</strong>: Punishing the disobedient little minx</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Luci Boivin</li></ul><br/>James worked his way down Luci's back, massaging her with all of his professional skill, stroking muscle groups with firm precision. It had been some time since he'd put this skill to use, and it felt good. But it also felt very different - this<em>wasn't</em>a professional massage, nor was she his wife, the only other person he'd massaged over the years besides customers. And the situation was spurring him on to something more, something very improper. Something he'd only recently realized he wanted, in fact...<br/><br/>He pulled himself off her back gently, and said, "Stay still, I need to get something." He stepped over to his desk, opened the drawer, and looked at the items he'd bought - things he hadn't had someone to use them on yet... a larger-than-strictly-necessary blindfold, some handcuffs, and a leather arm binder. He decided to use the binder instead of the handcuffs -<em>in for a penny, in for a pound</em>.<br/><br/>Picking up the blindfold and arm binder, he returned to Luci, eager to embark on a new adventure, and hoping she was ready and willing to go with him.