Friday, June 28, 2013

Saturday Spankings: Naked for her punishment

Welcome to Saturday Spankings!

Today I'm sharing another snippet from my naughty MFM fantasy novella, Days and Nights. In the following scene, Trent isn't too happy with Amelia. She stole a key from his pocket in an attempt to escape, but she later decides she didn't want to leave after all. He believes her explanation, but it's not enough to save her bottom...

“Drawers and slippers too. I want you naked for this punishment.”

“Yes, sir.” She obeyed, removing the last of her clothing, and turned to face him with her head lowered. She appeared humbled and submissive. So lovely. It was all he could do to keep from bending her over the bed and thrusting into her pussy. His cock hardened as her willingness to submit to her punishment fueled his desire.

Days and Nights (unofficial) blurb:

One woman. Two brothers - one of the light, and one of the night...

The only thing Amelia ever wanted was a place to call home. That's not easy when you're an orphan, and everyone in your secluded village expects you to earn your living as a whore. Determined to keep her virginity and as much of her dignity as possible, Amelia becomes a thief instead, stealing what little food she needs to survive. 

Not long after she comes of age, a kind woman in the village gives her a job. But when Amelia is framed for her employers murder, she has no choice but to flee the village and run into the vast, dangerous forest in hopes that she can escape the bounty hunters hot on her trail. The forest is a frightening place, full of beasts and creatures thought long extinct. So much for finding a place to call home. It'll be a miracle if she survives the night.

Trent and his twin brother, Gavin, are eager to take a mate and put down roots after surviving a brutal war against their kind. They claim a castle abandoned by humans long ago, and prepare for the Goddess to lead them to the right mate. The right mate turns out to be a petite human named Amelia, a young woman as wild as the untamed forest they call home. Amelia doesn't believe the Goddess intended her as a gift for this pair of Banded Men, but they refuse to release her. Trent and Gavin are determined to claim her as their mate, and if it takes a few spankings to convince her and to teach her to behave like a lady, they're more than happy to redden her bottom.

Amelia never wanted a husband, let alone two strict Banded Men who wished to make her their mate for life. But they offer her protection and she soon finds it's not so easy to resist their charms, especially when Trent unleashes his pheromones on her. Will Amelia fight them forever? Or will she finally find her home sweet home?

Days and Nights is finished! I'm editing it right now and it'll be on its way to the publisher soon. Stay tuned for more details...and spankings, of course!

Remember...Saturday Spankings is a blog hop! Visit the authors below to read more snippets from your favorite spanking authors:

Thursday, June 27, 2013

#Spankee Doodle Winners

Let’s have a round of applause for our Spankee Doodle participating authors, ambassadors, readers…and our wonderful sponsors who donated such wonderful prizes! Since it will be another four months until Spank or Treat 2013 (October 25-27 with prize announcements on Halloween day), you have plenty of time to check out these grand prize donors:
Without our sponsors, our “spank hops” (Spank or Treat, Love Spanks, and Spankee Doodle) would not be nearly as successful. Thank you! To have this kind of support is a dream come true, and it speaks volumes for the growing acceptance of spanking fiction.
Okay. You’re anxious to hear the prize winning names, right? Let’s go!

Adaline Raine: the Wizards in Publication consultation of a manuscript up to 15K! Good luck, Addy! I hope you’ll use your prize to work on your very first F/F story. :)
Erzabet Bishop: Patty Devlin book bundle
His First Mate: Stormy Night Publications book bundle
Gemini: LazyDay Publishing book bundle
Fiona/SirQsmlb: Decadent Publishing book bundle
These books should keep you busy (and maybe even out of trouble) until Spank or Treat 2013 rolls around. Happy reading!
Kelly Adams: Custom-made Spankee Doodle paddle from Blondie’s Place! Enjoy getting in touch with your spanky side!
The Long Bean: $20 Amazon gift certificate, donated by Stormy Night Publications!
Irishey: $25 Blushing Books gift certificate, donated by Patty Devlin
Books, books, and more books!
And for our two extra-grand prizes, let’s give Blushing another round of thank yous.
Pao wins the $100 gift certificate to Blushing! Now you can keep current with books from all of your favorite authors.
And Cat is the lucky winner of the Kindle Fire/Nook Color (her choice)!

For my individual blog contest...
Kelly Adams won the $5 Amazon giftcard I was giving away to one random commenter. Congrats, Kelly! :)
Congratulations, everyone! If you played this time and did not win a prize, take heart. You might have won one of the many prizes offered on individual author and ambassador blogs.
Look for emails with details about how to receive your prizes.
Thanks again to everyone who made this event such a success. Hooray for kinky spanky fiction! Please check out our books and spread the word. Spank or Treat 2013 will be even bigger and better!

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Coming to Terms: Tomorrow by Anastasia Vitsky

Another Wednesday...another excerpt from a story in Coming to Terms! This week I'm shining the spanky spotlight on Anastasia Vitsky's "Tomorrow", which features characters from her books The Way Home and Lighting the Way. "Tomorrow" works as a stand-alone though, so if you haven't read either of those books, you can still enjoy this story.

"Tomorrow" blurb:

Picking up the pieces after an unexpected separation, thirty-something Kat Astra tries to make sense of a relationship gone wrong. Ever since the two met as college roommates, Natalie has been an infuriating mixture of confidence, overprotectiveness, discipline, and emotional unavailability. Natalie expects openness and honesty from Kat, but she forgets one thing: Natalie has needs, too.

When they seek help, the couple receives a mandate: create new, positive memories to replace the old, hurtful ones. In an uncharacteristic move, Natalie plans a trip for them to get away from their daily grind. On their first vacation together, they come to terms with their relationship roles. How will they make things work? Will the fun of their time in the sun carry over into their ordinary life, or will they continue their cycle of misunderstandings? 

("Tomorrow" serves as an intermezzo between The Way Home and Lighting the Way, the first two books in the Kat and Natalie series. The third book will be available in November of 2013)

"Tomorrow" excerpt:

"Kat," Natalie calls upstairs at the ungodly hour of five o’clock in the morning, "come on! Our ride will be here soon."
            She has already lined our suitcases neatly by the front door, but I have retreated upstairs on the pretext of having forgotten something in my room. I pace, shaking out my hands. When Natalie said we would do something for my birthday, I thought she meant a cake and maybe candles. Cake that I would make, most likely, because bakery ones are terrible and eating a cake made by Natalie would hardly count as a celebration. I felt funny about it, but I thought it would be okay. It would be about both of us, really.
            That was what I thought until Natalie showed me the plane tickets to Florida. We would go to Sarsi World, she said, and everything was settled. Thursday through Sunday.
"But I thought we were talking about fantasies," I protested. "Sarsi is for little kids."
            She was too excited to notice my hesitation. "Isn't that the point? That you get to finally go and see your fantasy for yourself?"
            "I liked Princess Sarsi when I was five! Everyone will laugh at two adults going to a kiddie park." I wanted to appreciate the gift, but some childhood fantasies should remain in childhood. As fantasy.
            "Katty," she said, so authoritatively that I actually listened to her, "you promised to let me do this for you."
            And, no matter how much I protested that the trip was too expensive, too long, too extravagant, too much, she refused to budge.
            "Plenty of adults go there, too. We're going, I'm paying for it, and that's that." She kissed the top of my forehead as if that would still my complaints.
            Trust Natalie. Even in doing something for me, she still does it her way. I pace back and forth some more. We went through the resort's "What to Pack" list several times, and we purchased travel water bottles and sunscreen and hand sanitizer. We packed clothes for different weather and made sure we had breathable fabric because of the high humidity. Be careful of heat exhaustion, the pamphlet warned. Drink plenty of fluids.
            "Katty, hurry up!"
            Reluctantly, I make my way downstairs. As I twirl the end of my ponytail around my hand, Natalie stands at the foot of the stairs with her hands on her hips. Gripped in one hand is her wooden spoon.
            "No!" I cry out, turning to go back upstairs. Something clicks in the back of my mind. One more reason why I said “no” to a trip.
            "Kat, come on." She reaches toward me, and despite wanting to run away, something feels so normal about our former roles that I stand still. "It's time for your spanking."
            "I said NO!" I exclaim, throwing off her grip. "I don't want to!" I launch myself toward the next step up. I may have agreed that she can be in charge of me, but I never agreed to like it.
            "Kat. You either have a reasonable, calm discussion about how you’ll manage without one, or you get your spanking like always. It’s not rocket science." She leads me down a step.
            "No, no, no!" I repeat, shaking my head. "I'm not going! I'll stay home. I'll rip up the tickets. I'll pay you back for what they cost. I'll…"
            Natalie sighs. "Quit being such a drama queen. Every time we go on a trip, you have a meltdown worrying yourself sick about everything that might happen. If you'd just let me spank you and get it out of your system, then we could enjoy our trip in peace."
            "I don't want to!" I accidentally kick the edge of the next step and lose my balance, teetering wildly. Natalie catches me and leads me down the stairs.
            "Come on, honey," she says. "You always feel better afterward."
            "I said no!" I struggle against her hold. "You always tell me to talk to you more and tell you what I'm thinking. Well, I think this is crap! You can't do this. I won't let you." A detached part of me wonders why I am fighting her this much. I never have been the type to lie down meekly whenever she commands, but neither have I been the kick-and-scream type. It almost feels good, in a strange way, to shout things at her that before I never could have even imagined saying. I feel strong, flush with anger, and carried away with emotion.
            Is this what Dr. Mitchell means when he tells me to express myself?
            Natalie pulls out a chair from the kitchen table, props one leg on the seat, and bends me over her leg. I threaten to spank her if she touches me. Natalie of as recently as a week ago would have taken the belt to me for that kind of remark, but something has changed about her, too. Instead of threatening, she gives a dry laugh.
            "All right, Kat. That's enough."
            Even through two layers of clothing, the wooden spoon stings. For some reason, what brings me back to my senses is the mildness of her punishment compared to my out-of-control wildness. I try to hop up and down, only to find myself implacably imprisoned against her white linen three-quarter pants.
            "Ow!" Even after all these years, it takes only a few whacks to get the message across. "Ow, Natty, I'm sorry, I…"
            Whack! Whack! Whack!
            She is right. Again. Damn it! The anger, tension, and worry evaporate as I sigh and hug Natalie's knee to my chest. One day we are unable to touch each other. The next, all the rules are out the window. The day after that, she is as strict as ever. It makes my head spin. Who needs to go to an amusement park to ride roller coasters when we ride on one of our own making?

If you missed last week's spotlight on "Spank and Run" by Renee Rose, check it out here.

Be sure to come back next week for a look at the Coming to Terms story "Reconnecting" by Celeste Jones!

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

#Spankee Doodle Dandy

Welcome to Spankee Doodle Dandy!

For those in the northern hemisphere, summer is here! What better way to celebrate summer vacations than to give (or receive) a sizzling hot spanking? After the rousing success of Love Spanks and Spank or Treat, Anastasia Vitsky and her team of spanking fiction authors have returned to bring you a collective Spankee Doodle Dandy story extravaganza.  It’s love and kisses for adults, and we do mean adults!

Even better, participation could earn you a GRAND PRIZE!
Many authors will also be offering a contest on their individual blogs.  Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!
What’s the catch?  Absolutely nothing!  We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership.  Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right?

Here are the rules:
  1. Visit each blog between the Thursday, June 20th and Sunday, June 23rd to read the posted stories and excerpts.
  2. Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog.  You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing.  You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if he or she has one.
  3. If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
    Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on June 23rd!!
  4. If you successfully completed the Love Spanks or Spank or Treat challenge and visited all of the blogs for either challenge, you may add “VIP” to your comments.  You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize.  (Yes, we will be doing this again.  Yes, if you successfully complete the Spankee Doodle Dandy challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
  5. Visit any of the participating blogs on Thursday, June 27th to find out the lucky winners.  Will it be you?
Like these events? Want to support your friendly spanking fiction authors? Become a Spankee Doodle Ambassador! In exchange for promoting this event, you will receive one extra prize entry, AND you are still eligible to participate and win prizes! To find out the details, send an email to ana_stasia2007 at yahoo dot com, with the subject line “Spankee Doodle Ambassador”.

An excerpt from my current work-in-progress, an MFM fantasy spanking romance called Days and Nights:

“I found you, and I’ve a mind to keep you, girl.”

Girl. She shuddered when he called her that.

“Where are you from?” Trent asked, his eyes drooping. “Which village? You were far from any village when I found you, and I’d like to know where you call home.”

Amelia pressed her lips together and looked at his chest, unwilling to divulge this information.

A laugh boomed through the room. “I think she must be a runaway. Or maybe a little thief who doesn’t want her hand cut off. It’s fortunate we found you, sweetling,” said Gavin.

“The village I’m from might be considered backwards, but we do not cut off peoples’ hands!” Oh no. Her hand flew to her mouth. She’d said too much. They might be able to guess her village now.

Trent stepped forward and tilted her chin up with one finger. Her stomach fluttered at the contact, so gentle yet so firm. “Tell me what crime you committed,” he said, his hot breath fanning against her face. The close contact had her ready to come undone, and she wasn’t sure why. As soon as someone dared touch her in the village, they got a slap to the cheek, or a knee to the groin.

“I didn’t commit a crime,” she said. It was the truth. But if she tried to explain about the murder and Beatrice, they might not believe her. They might haul her back to her village.

Trent’s eyes narrowed. “You’re running from something, and I want to know what it is. Tell me now, girl. I don’t have all night.” He yawned and swayed in place.

Her fury rose. Just because Trent had saved her life, didn’t mean she belonged to him. Or them.

Oh goodness. They shared their women. If they kept her, then she’d be forced to spread her legs for them both.

“Let me leave,” she said.

“No. You’re not leaving,” Trent responded with another yawn.

The second yawn did her in, and Amelia snapped. She uncurled one of her fisted hands and slapped Trent smartly across the face. The impact stung her hand, and she recoiled, stepping back as she cradled her poor hand. She looked at Gavin in fear, expecting retaliation. He glowered at her, a red handprint marring the bare part of his cheek, right above his facial hair.

“I am tired. I am going back to sleep,” he finally said, turning to leave. On his way past Gavin, he paused. “See that she’s punished.”

Amelia’s heart picked up, and her palms broke into a sweat. She regarded the brothers in shock, wondering exactly how Gavin would punish her, and the ball in her stomach told her it would be physical. As barbaric as the Banded Brothers were portrayed in all the stories, of course it would be physical. She closed her eyes for a moment, praying this was a dream, but when she opened them, Trent was walking out the door. He pulled it shut with an ominous thud.

“Well, Amelia, you’ve only been here for a few hours, and it seems you’ve already been naughty.” He clucked his tongue as he rounded the bed, backing her into a corner. She turned her head, refusing to look at him even as he placed a hand on either side of her, blocking her in.

“He deserved that slap,” she defended. “And if you didn’t have my arms pinned down, I’d slap you as well.”

Gavin chuckled, and she fumed that he’d laughed in her presence several times so far, as if she was a newfound source of amusement for him. She pushed at him, but he caught her hands, grabbing her wrists to stretch her arms high above her head against the wall. She felt vulnerable and small in his grasp, and his pitch black eyes held her captive.

“Please,” she whispered. “Please let me go.”

“You have no idea how dangerous it is out there,” he said. “Women who live in the forest are protected. If we let you go, it would be a death sentence.” He grinned. “Besides, my brother believes you are a gift from the Goddess. Our new mate.”

“Why don’t you already have a mate?” She wasn’t sure why, but the question slipped from her mouth.

“We returned from war not long ago. We claimed this abandoned castle, and we’ve been preparing to take a woman. You fell into our laps like a gift from the Goddess herself, don’t deny it. Perfect timing, I’d say.”

“Perfect timing my ass!” She twisted in his hold, only for him to press his center against her, and she stilled the moment she felt his erection, rock hard and huge, poking her in the stomach. She shuddered to think how large his cock actually was, and hoped against hope it wasn’t in proportion to the rest of his body, in case she had the misfortune of having to accommodate it.

“Well, speaking of your ass…” He began dragging her to the bed, and she pulled against him with all her might, panicking in the face of an unknown horror. Whatever he was about to do to her, she knew it would be awful. Painful and traumatizing.

“Let me go!” she screeched, but soon found herself upended over his lap. She froze, not quite believing.

Oh no. She was over his knee, and he meant to spank her.

This realization had her squirming and clawing at his legs, trying to force him to release her, to let her run out of the room and far away from this punishment.

“You’re feisty,” he said, wrangling her wrists together, until he had her hands pinned at the small of her back. “I like that.”

“Well I don’t like you!” It was a childish thing to say, but it was all she could come up with under the circumstances.

His hand came down, slapping her ass with a sting that stunned her. Even through her drawers and the nightgown, she felt the full impact of the blow. He gave her a dozen more slaps in this fashion, and she kicked her legs, trying to slide to the floor. Beneath her stomach, she felt his organ swelling harder, and she kept kicking, wanting to escape his punishing hand and the hard evidence of his arousal. What a beast he was to become aroused as he chastised her, and so unfairly at that.

“You will apologize to my brother in the morning, sweetling. We might seem a bit barbaric to you, but we aren’t so uncivilized and disrespectful as to slap you in the face, and we expect the same propriety from you.”

“You can shove your propriety up your ass!” she screamed, unable to hold her tongue. Her whole life, people had mostly avoided her due to her smart mouth. She was sweet when it suited her, and sour and spiteful when it suited her as well. A personality for each situation. She should’ve been born in a larger village with more culture, or perhaps a city far away, and she could’ve been a fine actress. Instead, she’d been born an orphan in a poor village cut off from all other villages, an outcaste among outcastes.

Heat seared her bottom, and the stinging blows didn’t cease falling. Gavin spanked her thoroughly, pelting both her cheeks from top to bottom, and the pain soon caused tears to prick in her eyes. The instant she felt moisture on her face, her tears finally falling, she hated him all the more. Despite her increasing hatred, she didn’t have the energy to keep squirming. She was exhausted, spent from the ordeal of her trek through the forest, almost dying, and then waking up the captive of two strangers – Banded Brothers who thought she was a gift from the Goddess.

Her tears began to flow freely, and she buried her face in the clean, soft bedcovers. She’d stopped thrashing her legs, and now she simply hoped Gavin would take pity on her and end her punishment. No one had ever spanked her before. She’d been slapped in the face plenty, pushed around, and even kicked a few times, but never spanked. It was horrible, but at the same time different than all the other physical hurts she’d suffered through. This one hurt her heart the most, and she wasn’t sure why. Was it because he meant to teach her a lesson in manners?

No. It couldn’t be. She’d just met Gavin. And she hated him. Oh, how she hated him to the moon and back.

“Are you sorry for disrespecting my brother?” Gavin asked, pausing with his hand covering her tender, flaming backside.

Amelia didn’t respond, keeping silent with her friends Pride, Anger, and Obstinacy.

“Very well.” He pushed her nightgown up until it bunched around her waist, and parted the slit of her drawers. The cool air kissed her heated flesh, but instead of soothing the burn, it seemed to reignite it. She whimpered at the pain, and shame washed over her. Her bare bottom was on display to him, no doubt bright red, and she felt his cock twitching and growing larger still beneath her stomach.

“I – I might be sorry,” she said tentatively. She didn’t want a bare bottom spanking, and now she was beginning to question if her behavior had indeed been rude.

“You might be sorry?” he asked, rubbing her flesh. The skin-to-skin contact rattled her senses. Why did his touch feel intimate? Was she so starved for physical contact? She brushed the questions aside, instead focusing on her supposed misdeed.

“Perhaps I shouldn’t have slapped Trent in the face,” she offered.

“He risked his life to save yours, sweetling.”

She sighed. “I know. But I don’t believe the Goddess gives people away as gifts. It’s preposterous. She makes the world grow, plants, animals, and people, but I don’t think she interferes in our lives that way.”

“Have you ever prayed to the Goddess before?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point. I can’t help it. When I’m in trouble, I sometimes pray. Or when I’m thankful. It’s habit, I guess.”

“My brother and I prayed for a sign, a sign to lead us to the right woman we’d share the rest of our lives with. None of the woman born to of the Banded called to us.”

“There’s more of you?”

“Yes. We’re scattered through the forest. Small communities here and there, mostly located near the old castles.” He paused and continued stroking her bottom. She hated to admit it, but it felt rather nice. She much preferred his tenderness to his harshness, though she still wished to escape.

“Well, if you must know, I prayed in the forest for my life, and for my freedom. To say the Goddess answers prayers is ridiculous if you think about it. Why should she answer yours and not mine?”

He squeezed her mounds, pulling at each cheek as he did so, parting her until air rushed against her cleft, down to her bottom hole and her sex. “Don’t be foolish, sweetling” Humor colored his voice. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“What?” she asked, frustrated.

“My brother and I are the answer to your prayers, you just don’t know it yet.”

She scoffed and lifted her head, wishing her hands were free so she could wipe the lingering moisture from her face. “I guess it’s true what they say about the Banded Brothers?”

“What’s that?”

“That what they have in strength of body, they lack tenfold in strength of mind. Brutes without brains.”

“You’re lucky I’m the one punishing you right now,” he said. “I’m much calmer than Trent. He’d take a cane to you for saying something like that.”

***end of excerpt***

In addition to the prizes listed above, I'm giving away a $5 Amazon giftcard to one random commenter. Just leave a comment with your email address for a chance to win, it's that easy!

Thanks for stopping by! For more information about Spankee Doodle, please go here. Also, visit the participating authors below to read more spanking stories and excerpts, and for more chances to win some fabulous prizes!

Anastasia Vitsky
Celeste Jones
Constance Masters
Joseph McNamara
Kate Richards
Kathryn Blake
Maren Smith
Penelope Jones
Renee Rose
Starla Kaye
Sue Lyndon

And introducing our first-ever guest participant:
Joey Gallo

Our Spankee Doodle Ambassadors are...
Adaline Raine
Ami StarsongCasey McKay
Corinne Alexander
Danita Minnis
Erzabet Bishop
Katherine Deane
La Crimson Femme
Lily Lobster
Marcia Bookswagger
Mary Sue Wehr
Minelle Labraun
Natasha Knight
Paloma Beck
Patty Devlin
Penelope Hasler
Rollin Hand
Sunny Girl
Tara Finnegan
Thianna D

Coming to Terms: Spank and Run by Renee Rose

During the next few Wednesdays, I'll be spotlighting the individual stories in Coming to Terms. Why? Well, because all seven of the stories in this domestic discipline anthology are different and wonderful in their own little ways. I'm excited to begin this week with "Spank and Run" by Renee Rose:

"Spank and Run" blurb:

One moment Claire's life was perfectly normal, in a living alone, vanilla sort of way. In the next, her casita was torn apart in a burglary, her client (the mayor of her small town) discovered her spanking implements, and she was over his knee for a bare-bottomed hair brushing! But despite her overwhelming attraction to Luis Valdez, the tall, handsome politician who had taken an interest in her backside, Claire doesn't roll that way. She wants a serious, domestic discipline relationship -- not just erotic spanky fun. Can she and the mayor come to terms?


The mayor was staring at her with glittering eyes, flexing her leather paddle in an authoritative way that made her knees go weak. His question indicated an understanding of dominant/submissive relationships, which had derailed her embarrassment and sent her rocketing instead to confused wonderment. It appeared Mayor Luis knew his way around a paddle.
And she could not absorb that information and simultaneously come up with any kind of witty response to his question. “What do you think?” she managed to choke out, in attempt at flippancy.
“I think,” he said slowly with the same intense dark look, “that someone's going to get a long, hard, bare-bottomed spanking tonight over her personal safety lapse this evening.”
She swallowed and licked her lips, feeling her heart pulsing through her entire body, a loud thrumming that made her feel like she was spinning.
The mayor wanted to spank her.
The doorbell rang, saving her from answering. She literally sprinted to the door, pulling out the chair Luis had wedged under the handle and flinging it open.
“I got it,” Luis said, appearing behind her with his wallet out.
“No, I'm paying,” she insisted. He was doing her the favor here, after all.
“No arguments,” he said firmly and her mind shot to the image of him flexing her paddle. He had already thrust several bills in the face of the delivery girl and she was pocketing them with a wave of thanks.
She took the pizza from his hands and carried it to her tiny kitchen. Her belly was a mess of nerves. Reason had mastered desire and she was giving herself a stern talking to over the wisdom of getting involved with the mayor. They hardly knew each other, for one thing. For another, she was not interested in a “play partner” for her kink. She'd been in a domestic discipline relationship with her live-in boyfriend when she'd acquired those implements, and she didn't plan on using them again until she was in the same situation. She knew there were lots of people who satisfied their interest in spanking by attending parties or BDSM events, but that wasn't her. She could never bare her butt to a room full of people, or get spanked by someone who wasn't her committed partner. So just because she and the mayor shared an…unusual interest…didn't mean she needed to get involved with him.
She set the pizza on the table and pulled out two plates. Luis picked up a bottle of red wine on her counter. “May I open this?”
Oh God. He was trying to seduce her.
“Sure,” she said, her voice too high pitched. She would just have to tell him she didn't get involved with clients.
She pulled out two wine glasses and her fingers fumbled, dropping one. She jumped back as it shattered on the floor. “Oh!” she cried and crouched down to pick up the glass. Tossing the larger shards in the trash, she retrieved a broom and dustpan while the mayor calmly pulled out another wine glass and poured two glasses of wine. When she'd cleared the remaining debris, he handed her a glass.
“You're nervous about your spanking,” he observed in a soft, silky voice.
She tried to speak, but found her mouth was too dry and no words came to mind. Luis stepped closer to her and she stumbled back.
“You're not sure if you're going to let me or not.”
She could feel her heart beating in the backs of her knees. He took another step closer and she had nowhere to retreat, already backed against the kitchen counter.
“You want it, and you don't want it at the same time.” His husky voice was mesmerizing. He took the wine glass from her hand, set it on the counter and took one more step into her, his body now pressing against hers, his head bent close to her face. Her breath was coming in little more than pants now as she stared at him, immobilized with shock at his bold onslaught.
“You know the release would do you good,” he coaxed. “You can trust me, Clara.”
He took her hand and stepped away, tugging her gently to follow. “Come on,” he said. “Don't be afraid.”
The mature part of her that had planned to shut him down was overpowered by the little girl who wanted to be called naughty and made to submit. She followed him obediently to the bedroom, her hand hot and clammy in his larger palm. He sat on the bed and pulled her gently over his lap. He gave her three hard, slow slaps over her pants and then slowly peeled her leggings down, thankfully leaving her panties in place. She could feel the dampness growing between her legs and an insistent thrum in her pussy.
The fact was, she wanted a spanking. She was dying for a proper spanking. And there was no one on earth who seemed more perfect for the job than Mayor Valdez. He was hot, available and exuded male authority. And to top it off, he actually appeared to know what he was doing, unlike her ex-boyfriend, who she had pushed into the whole domestic discipline arrangement and who never really took to leading her.
Oh. The feel of his hand on her bare skin was so satisfying. He went slowly, allowing the burn to set in before delivering the next smack, connecting with the place where bottom met thigh every time.
Though he hadn't told her what her punishment would be, she found herself counting, sinking into the methodical rhythm he was setting. She was squirming and kicking from the pain by the time he reached one hundred and finally stopped to rub her burning backside. She moaned and was embarrassed to hear a wanton note to her voice.
“How long has it been since you've been spanked, Claire?” Luis asked softly.
“Two years,” she squeaked.
He continued to rub. “Two years,” he mused. “I should go easy on you. Except I think, under the stressful circumstances, tears could be beneficial.” He stroked the back of her head and then tugged her hair gently, cuing her to turn her face toward him. “What do you think?”
It was an impossible question to answer. Did she want him to spank her to tears? Yes. No. Absolutely not. The spasm between her legs said differently.
Be sure to return next week for an excerpt from "Tomorrow" by Anastasia Vitsky!