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Hello, and welcome to Six of the Best once again. I’m trying to bring you new material every Sunday, and since I have so many books to work with, that’s easy and it’s hard. What do I share next? This week, I’m not trying to sell you anything. This story is free right here on my site, and it’s easily one of the most popular of my short stories. It’s titled, “Kevin: A Man of Discipline.” The story is about Kevin Watson, a loving sadist. I know that seems like an oxymoron, but in his case it definitely is not. You can find out how he came to be the way he is and what it means to him in his story. It’s told entirely from his point of view. Remember: it’s FREE!

Kevin - A Man of DisciplineHere are my six paragraphs.

I remember in high school, how I was the smart guy to whom people turned when they couldn’t understand the homework or needed an answer to a problem with a girl. I guess I was like Cyrano de Bergerac, writing love letters that would bear another man’s name. It was an awkward time for me. But eventually, I found a girl who wanted me for me. Teenagers that we were, there were constant issues to be dealt with. After a while, I had to step away from that relationship because her behavior was too emotional and erratic and began to be something I had to manage more often than I liked. I took control of the situation, but I was still pretty green, and my ham-handed arm chair psychology left us both unhappy and alone.

But in college, I tried a few new things with the girls I dated. After a while they weren’t so callow, and there was more order than chaos.

I had a lovely girl my sophomore year. Her name was Tasha. She was a beautiful woman, with soft, light coffee colored skin and bright sloe eyes. I thought I was in love with her, and maybe I was. At the time, I didn’t know what love for a woman really meant—my parents were fractious and sometimes distant with each other. My mother got a wild hair up her ass one year and adopted my baby sister, Loretta. I was thirteen at the time. It was a crazy, emotional decision, but my father went along, so there we were, suddenly a family of four. That took some getting used to, but I adapted.

After I got into Princeton, Tasha and I spent more than a few hours babysitting Lori as she moved beyond babyhood, and I have to say, if I’ve ever loved anyone, truly loved a person for everything she is and the potential she has, I loved my baby sister.

That kind of love came more naturally to me than the kind of love Tasha was trying to find, and although I felt some emotion for her, I don’t know how I’d label it—or for that matter, whether a label is even necessary.

Tasha was a very sensual person. She loved sex—everything about it. And, with a young man’s raging hormones, I was ready, willing and able to indulge her. There were things I’d seen during a trip to Amsterdam with my father, magazines and adult comic books, that left a lasting impression on me. I was drawn to the Sadomasochistic stuff the most—not blood and destruction, but the expressions on the faces of the participants pulled me in. I wanted to try some of those things with Tasha, and she was more than willing to accommodate me.

You can read the entirety of Kevin’s story on my site, for free. It does contain BDSM, and is an adult story. I would say it’s not safe for work, so please keep those things in mind as you read it.

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