<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Forced-Climax on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/forced-climax/</link><description>Recent content in Forced-Climax on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/forced-climax/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Cell</title><link>/stories/2017/05/07/the-cell/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/05/07/the-cell/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Her back chat and defiance was starting to really piss him off. He had tried punishing her by spanking her bare arse from time to time. Though as much as she complained he was sure she was beginning to rather enjoy this form of discipline. Possibly even wearing the bruises the next day as some kind of bizarre trophy. Though even if that was indeed the case surely she was struggling at work sitting on such a sore arse. He wondered if her work colleagues were noticing her flinch each time she sat down on a chair. He certainly hoped so as humiliation was one form of punishment she truly hated.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>