The Gavel part 3

(a short/short in four parts)

That Little Piece of Wood

The man and the woman eyed each other.

“You feel powerful with that little piece of wood in your hand?”

Startled, the man let go of the gavel as it were on fire.

“Watch your mouth, MIssy!”


“Or what?”

“Or you’ll watch it for me?”

The man flushed to his hair follicles. For he had been doing exactly that; her full sumptuous lips prompting an ember to glow.

She kept her eyes locked onto his.

“Are you my punishment?”

The words, uttered in a seductive whisper, caused him to lower his gaze. This witch could read his mind.


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