Hot bondage sex and an excerpt from my current WIP on free Friday

Happy St. Patrick’s day everyone! Everything is going quite nicely in Morgannaland today. The Reawakening of Aurora Kane  (working title) should be out in the next week or so, *insert happy dance* and I’m working on revisions from my editor on Properly Punished 2. Finally, I am coauthoring an erotic thriller with my friend, Jack Crosby.  What do you get when you cross a hard bitten FBI agent with an erotic author playing bdsm games on Facebook with a serial killer? You get spankings, hot sex and adventure galore! We are almost halfway done and we are having a blast! Be sure to check out the excerpt after today’s story! Happy reading! ~Mo

Peace in His Arms

She was tied spread eagle on the bed…naked and blindfolded waiting for him to touch her again…the wait was excruciating…her breath coming faster with each moment.

Was that a slight touch she felt along left her side? Just the softest whisper of sensation and then it was gone. Another almost nonexistent caress along the right side, he was playing with her…teasing her.

She whimpered doing her best to hold position…still he said nothing…the silence in the room magnifying every sensation. Something tickled across the pebbled nipple of her left breast wringing a mewling little cry from her lips as she strained against her bonds, wanting to press into whatever continued to twirl lightly across the tight bud over and over.

“Please!” she cried as her head thrashed on the pillows.

His only response was a sharp swat to her swollen labia making her body jerk as she gasped. She knew it was the riding crop with the little flat leather paddle at the end she braced herself for more punishment, knowing she was supposed to have been silent.

He didn’t disappoint, the little paddle snapped down on her bare mound four more times in quick succession leaving her entire labia in stinging awareness. She imagined her lips had grown even puffier from both the small punishment and her increased desire.

She could feel moisture weeping helplessly from her core, trickling down her inner thighs and along the cleft of her ass.

He’d been teasing her so long a fine sheen of sweat covered her body, every nerve ending felt alive…every inch of skin on her entire body seemed to be crying out with a need to be stroked…caressed…tears of raw need began to leak from her eyes as her agonizing wait continued.

“Shhhh…does my baby need some relief?” he asked, in smooth controlled tones.

“Please…please…please….” She almost chanted.

She groaned as she felt him climb up on the bed between her legs and he parted her still sensitive labia with his fingers and then she gave a slight buck of her hips as his tongue licked through her wet slit.

He moaned as he lapped up her cream, her body obliging him by producing more for his greedy consumption. She gave a soft cry of pleasure as his throaty moans sent delicious vibrations through the entire area then zeroed in on her needy little clit.

As she felt his lips close over her stiff clit one thick finger sank deep into her slick channel.

“Ooohhh…,” she cried out, a shudder going through her body, an orgasm hovering from just that first stroke.

His finger worked in and out of her as he began to suck her clit hard, “Are you going to be a good girl and cum on my fingers?” He asked around her clit.

“Yess….please…yes…” she cried her hips now rocking up and down as much as possible with her restraints to take more of his finger. When a second finger joined the first, stretching her open more she came with a little scream.

He continued to work his fingers in and out, as she spasmed around his fingers.

He pulled his fingers free and gave her still pulsing slit one last lick before he moved away but then she felt the broad head of his cock pressing against her entrance without pushing inside.

“Oh please! Yes! Please!” she yelled, trying to press up to capture his cock but he held her down continuing to tease her opening with the head.

He pulled back and then his cock slapped down on her wet mound making her jerk in response. His cock slapped down on her pussy again and again, making a wet smacking sound.

Every little swat of his cock drove her need higher and higher until she felt almost mindless…the sweet ache of need grown to almost epic proportions.

“You want my cock?” he asked.

“Yes…please….”

“Beg for my cock,” he told her as he pressed just an inch or so inside stretching her opening exquisitely around the broad head.

“Please…please I need it…” she cried.

“Beg me,” he commanded as he pressed another inch inside her greedy channel. “Beg me or I’ll take it out.”

“Please…I need your cock so bad…please…fill me up…please!” she cried out.

“Good girl,” he told her driving deep inside and groaning as her tight walls enveloped him in their slick depths.

The feel of him stretching her wide around his girth and pressing relentlessly deeper as she took his whole length. Finally, he bottomed out against her cervix his balls resting against her ass.
She moaned loudly as she began to rock her hips helpless, trying to fuck herself on his thick cock. She wanted him to move.

“You want me to move baby? You ready to cum on my cock?” he asked.

“Yesss…ohhooo…yes…” she whimpered as she continued to rock on him.

Then he began to pull free all the way until just the tip rested against her entrance. She cried out at the emptiness he left behind then he slammed back inside.

“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” she yelled.

His hand gripped her ass and he began to take her in long hard strokes, pulling almost completely free before filling her up again.

She loved the way he stretched her open with each inward thrust as he pounded into her, her body began to tighten up beneath him as he rode her hard.

Her breath came in soft pants as she neared an explosion of pleasure. Every time he slammed inside he ground against her clit driving her higher and higher…pleasure building on pleasure until she screamed his name as her body clamped down hard on his pistoning cock and milked it dry.

“Good girl…that’s my good sweet girl,” he said pressing kisses against her hair as he came deep inside her leaving them both shuddering in the aftermath.

He rested over her for a minute as he caught his breath, before he pulled free sending another aftershock of pleasure through her.

He carefully undid her binds and took off her blindfold before gathering her tight in his arms, pressing kisses all over her face as he praised her.

“Sleep babygirl,” he told her as he cradled her against him.

She gave a soft breathy sigh of peace and fell asleep safe in the arms of the man she loved.

Excerpt from my current WIP, The FB Killer:

Mona Hyatt

Excerpt from His Hands, by Mona Hyatt:

His tongue rimmed her aching core, lapping lightly just at the opening and driving her insane.

“Pleaaseeee…” she cried, her hips undulating desperately seeking relief.

“Who controls your orgasms?” he asked firmly as he delivered a hard swat to her spread nether lips, his fingers just catching the edge of her clit.

Her back bowed and she yelped as esquisite pain bloomed into pleasure and shot her right over the edge of the cliff.

That was almost as hot as my scene yesterday with Gregor, I thought with a grin. Trying to ignore the little pulse in my clit that had sprung to life with just the memory.

I wondered idly if anyone was on-line to play with, obviously I needed to write but I did it so much better fresh off an orgasm.

With a sigh I pulled up facebook and grinned when I saw the little green light indicating Tom was online. Tom wasn’t as heavy into D/s but he was usually good for a spanking and then an orgasm with or without assistance.

Mona216: “Hola”

Tom: “Well if it isn’t my favorite naughty girl.”

Mona216: “Hahaha”

Tom: “Shouldn’t you be writing young lady?”

My bottom began to tingle deliciously with those words.

Mona216: “I suppose…but I wasn’t really in the mood…”

Tom: “Naughty and lazy today are we?”

Mona216: “Hmmpf”

Tom: “Is that an appropriate way to speak to me young lady?”

Mona216: “You’re being such a fuddy duddy.”

Tom: “That’s more than enough! Go get your big wooden hairbrush, the one with the long thick handle.”

My girl parts wanted to do a happy dance, it wasn’t real dominance. The man was far to easy to manipulate but when needs must. I grinned and hurried to my bedroom to fetch the requested brush. One night I’d taken pictures of all my brushes so I knew exactly which one he was talking about.

I hurried back to the computer, eager to see what his next instructions were.

Mona216: “I have my brush sir.”

Tom: “Now that’s more like it. Good girl. I want you to pull your pants and panties down to your knees and bend over the desk, keep one hand on the keyboard.”

The perks of being a self-employed writer, I thought as I pulled my pajama bottoms to my knees baring my bottom to the room as I bent over the desk as instructed. I kept one hand on the keyboard and the other wrapped around the brush handle.

Mona216: “Ready sir.”

Tom: “I want ten hard swats in the exact same spot on your right sit spot.”

Mona216: “Yes sir.” I told him just before I brought the brush down on my right sit spot with a loud splat that made me hiss. I didn’t hesistate and laid nine more down in the exact same spot leaving the whole area stinging painfully.

Tom: “Again.”

Mona216: “In the same spot?”

Tom: “Yes and make it twenty for asking a question you knew the answer to.”

Mona216: “Yes sir.”

I grimaced and delivered twenty more swats as hard as I could to the exact same spot making myself actually yip a little by the time I finished the last swat. My right ass cheek was on fire.

Tom: “Give the left side the same thirty.”

I did as instructed and then reported back to my on-line disciplinarian. I was hoping the spanking part was done but my hopes were in vain. By the time my spanking was over Tom had instructed me to give about one hundred additional swats to each side leaving my bottom feeling like I’d sat on a hot stove and perilously close to real tears.

I knew I’d feel this directed self spanking every time I sat for the next three days.

Tom: “Are you ready to be a good girl again?”

Mona216: “Yes sir…please I promise I’ll be good.”

Tom: “Sit that hot little ass down on your chair and spread your legs.”

I eagerly did as instructed hissing as my sore bottom made contact with the chair but it just sent another jolt of need through my clit.

Mona216: “Oh sir…my bottom hurts.”

Tom: “As it should. Are you ready for Sir to make it better?”

Mona216: “Yes please.”

Tom: “You know what to do with the handle of that brush. Do it hard and make yourself cum. Send me a voice message of you cumming. It better be loud or we will start your spanking over.”

I quickly braced my feet on the desk just like I had yesterday with Gregor and sent the handle of the brush deep, moaning as it filled my emptiness. Within three thrusts I was close to exploding and I pressed the record button on messenger so my cries of pleasure could be shared with Tom.

When the exercise was complete I felt in a much better frame of mind to write and I thanked Tom for his discipline and signed out of facebook. I had become such a pervo, but I hadn’t ever had any luck in the dating arena.

Through the bdsm community on facebook I had found a plethra of online dominants to play with and to enhance the stories I wrote. I’d also found I like to cum a lot so why deny myself?

In no time at all I was lost in my WIP and surprise, surprise my heroine was getting a hell of a spanking with a hairbrush.

Sweet and spanky submission on free Friday!

 

I hope everyone has a fantastic Friday! Happy reading! ~Mo

Sweet Submission

I shivered as your breath hit the sensitive skin behind my ear, then your lips began to nibble up my neck and along the side of my jaw.  I tilted my head to the side to give you better access as you pulled the straps of my gown down my arms until it was a puddle of golden silk around my feet, leaving me naked.

 

I leaned back against your chest as your hand cupped my breasts, your fingers closing around the tight buds of my nipples tweaking them hard. My back arched in pleasure as I groaned, my arms coming up to wrap around the back of your neck as I pressed my breasts into your hands.

 

One thigh slid between my legs from behind as you continued to work my nipples until they were hard and as red as berries ripe for picking. “Have you been a naughty girl?”

 

I shuddered against you, “Yes sir.”

 

“What happens to naughty girls?” you asked giving my nipples on last hard tweak that wrought a low groan of need from my throat.

 

“They get spanked on their bare bottoms,” I told you breathlessly.

 

“That’s right,” you told me as you released me, leaving my back cold from the loss of your warmth. You caught my hand and led me to the side of the bed where you sat down drawing my naked body across your thighs.

 

I sighed in pleasure as your hand caressed the full globes of my bottom, then gave a little hiss as your palm lifted and returned in a sharp slap that seemed to reverberate through my core.

 

Your hand slapped down on my left bottom cheek ten times in quick succession making me buck over your lap then you moved to the right cheek and gave it the same. Your hand moved back and forth across my bottom in a rhythm of your own making until I could no longer contain my cries of pain.

 

The spanking stopped abruptly and then your hand was stroking over the tender hot flesh of my ass…stroking down the crack and slipping between my legs and into my wet heat.

 

The spanking had readied me for you, each swat sending a jolt of pleasure through my clit so when you drove two fingers deep within me I came almost immediately with a keening cry of pleasure.

 

“Good girl,” you praised me as you helped me off your lap and to my knees between your feet.

 

I looked up at you through my lashes, “May I sir?”

 

“You may,” you told me with a smile.

I quickly unfastened your slacks, pleased to find you weren’t wearing underwear as your cock sprang free and ready from the captivity of your pants. My hand circled the base as I leaned forward and hungrily engulfed you in my mouth.

 

My tongue played into the little slit at the head of your cock, licking into it as I sucked hard on the head of your cock. I moaned around you as I worked you in and out of my mouth continuously swirling my tongue around as I sucked you deep.

 

Your hands fisted in my hair pulling me off you until I finally released you from the prison of my mouth with a loud pop.  “No more baby, I need to be inside you.” You told me when I frowned up at you.

 

You lifted me to my feet and then pushed on the small of my back until I was bent over the end of the bed. Firm hands gripped each sore bottom cheek spreading me wide and then you drove deep taking me hard.

 

“Oh yes!” I cried out as you filled me up, stretching my inner walls wide around you. You hammered in and out of me without mercy driving me closer and closer to orgasm.

 

I slammed my hips back to meet your every inward thrust wanting every sensation you could provide until with a scream my body clamped down on your thrusting cock spasming around you.

 

You pounded back inside me with one last ruthless thrust, sending another spasm of pleasure through me as you came and bathing my inner walls with your hot seed. You pulled free of me and lifted me to lie on the bed before climbed in behind me holding me tight.

 

I grabbed the hand, around my waist and lifted it my lips to press a kiss into your palm, then entwined my fingers with yours as I drifted to sleep.

A little Dominance and submission on free Friday

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It’s the weekend again! The revisions for the Reawakening of Aurora Kane is in the hands of my editor and will be released soon. I hope everyone has a lovely weekend.  Happy reading! ~Mo

Masterpiece

I shivered as your hand slid up the small of my back leaving goose bumps in its wake. You leaned forward and nipped the edge of my ear before whispering, “Are you wet?”

A low moan escaped from my throat, “Yes sir.”

My arms were tethered above my head, securing me for your pleasure and eventually my own.

Weighted clamps tugged deliciously on my nipples, assuring I never lost the demanding ache between my thighs. I could feel my arousal trickling down my labia to the inside of my legs.

You were torturing me with my own desire…my need for you…every nerve ending in my body was alive and seemed to be straining towards you like flowers to the sun.

I was hyper aware of every stroke of your hand, even the most feather light touch along my torso making me shudder with need.

“Please,” I whimpered, overwhelmed by the ache that seemed to fill the center of my being.

Your palm slapped across my bottom, sending a jolt straight to my clit that made me groan. Again and again your hand landed, each stroke delivering stinging heat that reverberated through my core.

Tears streaked down my cheeks, as need seemed to overwhelm my senses…it was too much.

“Shhhh…,” you whispered softly, kissing away my tears. “I’ll give you everything you need and more baby.”

Firm hands caught my legs under the knees and lifted me, spreading me wide and then I felt the broad head of your cock against my weeping slit. You stayed poised there for a moment letting my juices bathe you lovingly before you drove deep, impaling me on your shaft.

I cried out as you filled me to the hilt, stretching me wide my body clamping down immediately as if to keep you there deep inside me. My legs wrapped tightly around you as you gripped my tender ass.

I loved the feel of you deep inside me, almost as if we were truly one in this brief moment. You chuckled into my neck, “I’m not going anywhere babygirl. I promise.”

Then you began to pull out though my legs tried to hold you, then when just the head of your cock rested inside you powered back in slamming against my cervix. My hands gripped the bonds above my head, seeking leverage as you began to hammer in and out of me driving me ever higher.

A high keening cry began to sound in the room and I realized it was me, unable to contain the pleasure rocketing through my body.

I shuddered around you as an orgasm overtook me but you didn’t show me mercy, still pounding into my spasming sheath and driving me from one pinnacle to another until the pleasure seemed to be without end.

You played my body like I was an instrument you had mastered, knowing exactly how to touch me…to fill me…to weave the tapestry of music only you could hear.

I sang for you, every cell of my body playing your concerto as I gave you everything I am and everything I ever will be.

Finally I screamed as the final note played, collapsing against you. My sated body sapped of strength but I knew I was safe in your arms.

You quickly released my bonds and carried me to our bed, holding me close and whispering what I good girl I was as you petted me.

I sighed sinking into you, my master…my home.

Together we are a masterpiece.

A heartfelt spanking on free Friday

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Have a wonderful weekend! Happy reading! ~Mo

All I Need Is You

He caught her arm just as she excused herself from her partner and turned to leave the dance floor, pulling her into his chest and wrapping both arms around her just as a slow song began to play.

Her eyes sprang to his and for a moment joy filled her face before she shut it down and tried to pull away. “Let me go Luke.”

“I don’t think so Megan, you owe me an explanation.” He said firmly as he continued to turn them around the dance floor with her held tightly against him.

“I don’t owe you anything Luke Jamison! I filed for divorce so you need to let me go,” she spat at him, daggers flashing in her eyes.

“You don’t think you owe me an explanation as to why my wife of four years filed for divorce while I was out of the country on business? You see I do. When I left as far as I knew everything was good; we were happy…talking about having a family and then suddenly its over?” Luke said fixing his wife with a glare of his own that made her swallow hard and look away.

“Yes. It’s over, that’s all there is too it,” Megan said softly.

“Not good enough,” he said succinctly.

A shuddering sigh went through her as she obviously struggled to hold back tears, “It’s going to have to be good enough Luke. It’s all I’ve got.”

Luke sighed, “Megan don’t make me force the truth from you.”

Megan’s eyes sprang up to his, “There isn’t anything to tell you. I just reconsidered our relationship and realized I wasn’t happy and…”

“Bull…” he held his hand up when she started to say something else. “I’ve spoken to Kelly.”

Megan shook her head as the tears she’d been holding back began to fall down her cheeks as she pulled sharply from his arms. “I can’t do this. I’m sorry Luke,” she said quietly before she turned and ran from the dance floor.

Luke followed at a more sedate pace, knowing he catch her before she could get to her car.

Megan hurried to the cloak room and asked for her jacket, she looked nervously over her shoulder and saw him quickly making up the distance between them. She had to get away before he caught up to her again, she wasn’t strong enough to stand firm not loving him as much as she did. When she realized there was no way to wait for her jacket and get out of the building before he caught he she just turned and ran again leaving it behind.

She hurriedly ran out the front door of the building and into a cold rain, shivering Megan hurried to her car digging frantically in her bag for the keys.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally had the key fob in her hand as she hit unlock and reached for the door; but just as she opened it he was there pushing it closed.

“You aren’t running from this Megan,” he said as he wrapped his coat around her shoulders and lifted her into his arms. “Lock it.”

She studied determined set of his features and her shoulders slumped as she complied, clicking the lock button twice and setting the alarm.

“Good girl,” Luke told her as he turned and carried her to his truck. He continued to hold her with one arm while he unlocked and opened the door then set her inside. “Scoot over.”

Megan sighed and scooted across the bench seat and fastening her seat belt knowing there was no way to avoid this confrontation.

Once Luke was seated in the driver’s seat her started the truck and turned the heater on full blast pointing the vents in her direction, but made no effort to put it in gear. “Why Megan?”

“You talked to Kelly so you know why,” she said turning to look stubbornly out the side window because she couldn’t face him.

“No I don’t,” he said firmly.

“I can’t give you what you want,” Megan wailed, turning to face him fiercely with tears once again wetting her cheeks.

“What I want is my wife,” Luke said sternly.

“I can’t give you babies Luke. The big family you’ve always wanted? You can’t have that with me! I’m flawed,” she said bitterly.

“Megan Marie Jamison I better not ever hear you say that again. So what, we can’t have kids of our own, we’ll adopt if we decide we can’t live without them. But what I really want…what I can’t live without, is you.”

Hard sobs started shaking her small frame and Luke undid her seatbelt and pulled her across the seat and into his lap. “You deserve to have a little boy with your dimples and bright blue eyes,” she sobbed into his chest.

“And you don’t? You don’t deserve to have a little girl following you around with big inquisitive green eyes asking why every three minutes?” he asked. “It’s not about what we deserve baby, it’s about what is. Yes I wanted those things but not with just anyone.  I wanted them with you.”

“Luke I’m so sorry,” Megan said with her face buried against him.

He pushed her back and tilted her face up to his, “I wanted those things with you. You…no one else…you are my love…the only baby I need…you’re the very air I breathe and I will not let you throw that away.”

She threw herself against him, pressing kisses against his face and neck anywhere she could reach, “I love you so much. I just didn’t want you to be trapped with me, when I couldn’t…”

“I am not trapped, never have been and never will be. Do you understand me young lady? I love you and I always will. I can’t believe you thought you had the right to make such a ridiculous decision without me,” Luke said furiously. Now that he had his woman back where she belonged, they had a few things to discuss.

Megan drew in a deep shuddering sigh as she ran a finger down the center of his shirt, “You going to punish me?”

“What do you think baby girl?” he asked her with a raised brow.

She nodded and moved out of his lap and back to her own seat, “Then take me home.”

Luke nodded and put the truck in gear.

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Once they were home Luke wasted little time and before she knew what happened Megan found herself bare bottomed across his lap with his hand slapping down again and again.

The fire built quickly, leaving her crying out her apologies as he continued to spank her bottom to a bright crimson hue. Finally, she collapsed over his knee as she let go of the guilt and flew free…accepting his punishment with every ounce of submission in her soul.

The punishment freed her…freed her to love him…freed her to love herself again and embrace who they were together.

“That’s it baby girl, let it all go…we’re fine…together we can handle anything that comes our way…you won’t forget that again will you?” he asked her as his hand skimmed the hot flesh of her bottom.

“No sir, never again.” Megan cried as he lifted her to face him.

Megan reached between them and freed his cock from his jeans, straddling him and taking him deep inside her.

Luke cupped her hot bottom in his big hands and helped her ride him hard and fast their passion building quickly as he slammed up to meet her every downward stroke.

Soon they were crying out together as they were consumed by their desire, each losing themselves in the eyes of the other as they shuddered in each other’s arms, totally spent…replete in the magic they shared.

A spanking in the rain for free Friday

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I hope you have a wondermous Friday and an even better weekend! I am frantically trying to finish my revisions for The Reawakening of Aurora Kane a d get them back to my editor so this weeks story is a repeat but its a hot one! Happy reading! ~ Mo

Surrendering Her All

She stood naked in the rain, waiting a wet blind fold across her eyes as the tears of the sky caressed her skin. He was there she could feel him, but he didn’t touch her.

She shivered, the heat of his skin played across her breasts without making contact before moving down her sides…she knew his hands were a hairbreadth from her body but still he didn’t touch.

A whimpering sigh escaped her lips as she fought the temptation to strain towards him, but she held position. Her arms secured to a tree branch above her head.

She needed his touch so badly she ached, “Please…”

“Shhhh…,” he admonished delivering a series of searing swats to her wet bottom that left her gasping for air. A hard arm came across her abdomen pulling her hips out as he continued to spank her hard and fast.

She moaned and turned her fast to rest against her arm as the heat and sting in her bottom seemed to ignite the already burning need between her thighs into a living thing. She could no longer tell what was from the rain and what was from the slick heat leaking from her core.

He spun her to face him and slid a hard thigh between her legs lifting her to sit on his leg as he plucked at her nipples, pulling them to stretch them slightly away from their plump base.

She arched her neck and cried out as he used her nipples and his leg to work her up and down his thigh, the slight pain wrapped in pleasure as he continued pressing against her swollen clit.

Then he lifted her slightly, wrapping her legs around his waist and impaled her on his thick cock as he took one tender nipple in his mouth and sucked as if he would swallow her whole.

The sensations were almost more than she could take, “I can’t!” She wailed.

He began raining another barrage of swats down on her vulnerable ass, each swat driving her down and rocking her on his cock and sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through her needy center.

The pleasure curled into a knot within her belly and wound tighter and tighter until she thought her muscles would snap in two; just before she went over the edge he lifted her off him and turned her body away as he lightly stroked a soothing hand down her sides.

Her body was one sweet ache of need, she craved his possession and the pleasure it would bring more than her next breath.

“Please…oh…please,” she cried.

“Who is in control of your pleasure?” he asked, as he bit lightly down on the spot where her neck and shoulder sending a hard shudder through her in response.

“You do,” she whimpered.

“When do you cum?” he asked, licking the area he’d nipped and nibbling a path down her shoulder. He held her with her back pressed flush against his chest, his hard cock nestling against her hot ass.

“When you tell me too,” was her soft answer as she sank into him, the rain now feeling cool against her overheated flesh. Not being able to see only added to the intensity of the sensations rioting through her body.

He lifted her slightly again, letting one of her legs fall over his thigh as he thrust into her from behind, one hand cupping a breast so he could pluck at her nipple as the other arm wrapped low so his fingers could sink between her wet lips and worry her swollen little nub.

He hammered in and out of her body, his thick hot cock filling her completely as its broad head bottomed out against her cervix.

A high cry of wanton need signaled her complete surrender, she gave up her last vestige of control embracing her submission and all it entailed.

There was no need to think or worry…she let go of everything, immersing herself in the sensations bombarding her body…losing herself in the moment and the untold pleasure found there…

He pressed her clit down so his cock rubbed against it as he pounded in and out of her silken heat while his fingers continued to stroke it from the other side. Higher and higher he drove her until every muscle in her body seemed to tighten at once.

“Cum! Give me what belongs to me!” he commanded and she exploded around him screaming his name into the night as the pleasure took her and remade her into something new.

His…

Spend Valentine’s Day with Kindle Unlimited!

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Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!! I hope you have a joy filled day. I thought since this is a day of romance I’d remind everyone which of my books is available for free on Kindle Unlimited. If you’re in the mood for a little spicy hanky spanky, I’ve got you covered on KU! Happy reading! ~ Mo

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Sterling Scott and Sahalie Blue are in the house to talk about spanking saucy maids!

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Sterling Scott and Sahalie Blue are here to talk about their new book, A Sterling Maid for You! A spanking clean house guaranteed! Sounds like the perfect service!

A Sterling Maid for You

Amazon buy link:

Marketing Blurb:

A swish of sweetness with a dusting of spice.

Cleaning was never this much fun. This collection of five romantic spanking fantasies showcases the erotic adventures of lively, but errant maids in the employ of Tanya Sterling’s house cleaning company: Sterling Maids.

Tanya has promised exemplary service to her customers. When her sexy, spunky maids are delinquent in their work and derelict in their duties, Tanya and her clients have a special way of dealing with the business at hand.

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In story one, The Man of the House, maid Maria and Mark Sterling, Tanya’s author husband, both find out how the boss-lady deals with lazy birds-of-a-feather when their work is not up to her standards. Will she tan their hides?

In story two, Two Maids and a Feather Duster, maid Meg, her boyfriend Sam, and her best girlfriend Willow discover that pleasure can be found from a swish of the feather duster. Will the threesome enjoy the sensual delights of each other?

In story three, Maid in a Tub, maid Madison finds a special thrill in taking a bath. Madison is up to her neck in trouble when Tanya discovers her up to her neck in bubbles. Will Tanya clean up?

In story four, A Helping Hand, maid Jocelyn falls under the strict supervision of proper British butler and former prefect Malcolm Chippingham. He trains her in the art of housekeeping and of lovemaking. Will his helping hand — and his cane — correct her nervous, inept ways?

In story five, To Catch a Maid, maid Kelly is a catch for any man. When she is accused of stealing a family heirloom from Mr. Grant’s house, Tanya must expose the real thief to prove Kelly’s innocence. Will Mr. Grant fall for Kelly, crook or no?

 

Excerpt:

Jocelyn noticed, as he approached her that he was swishing a thin, flexible piece of wood through the air. And, while his countenance was stern, his eyes twinkled.

“Um, is that what I think it is?” she asked.

“Why, yes, my dear. It is one of my old canes,” the butler responded.

Her heart started beating faster and her breathing became shallower. Her nipples started to swell and her bottom tingled. “What do you intend to do with it?”

“Your last comment was highly uncalled for. And, I think your attitude needs improving.”

Standing, she drew herself up to her full height and put her hands on her hips.

“My attitude is just fine, thank you very much.”

He did not say a word as he slowly, deliberately rolled up his shirt sleeves. His stare and his raised eyebrow told her what was to come. She had gone too far. She knew there was nowhere to run and no place to hide. His strong hands reached out to turn her around and bend her over at the waist.

She jumped involuntarily from his touch on the small of her back. She shivered as he lifted her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down to her ankles. The cool air raised goosebumps on her naked flesh. She sputtered, “What are you doing? Stop that!” However, she did not resist him.

He inhaled sharply and then cleared his throat. “Your complaining will do neither of us any good. I intend to help you see the wisdom of having a positive attitude. My dear woman, you are much too tense. I think four mild strokes from the cane should impart the message, plus help you relax.”

“No, please, Malcolm, I promise I won’t complain anymore. You don’t have to do this.” Even as she begged, her lady bits began to itch with anticipation.

“Ah, but I do. You must have heard of the saying What hurts you today, makes you stronger tomorrow. Now, step out of your panties,” he demanded. “Bend over, hands on your shins, knees as straight as you can and feet together. As long as you follow my instructions, we can get this business over with quickly.”

About the Authors:

Sahalie Blue was born and raised in the Midwestern US along the shores of Lake Michigan. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest, treasuring the great outdoors of her new home.

Sahalie loves hiking in the region’s majestic Cascade Mountains, dense mossy forests and sagebrush-filled deserts. Her revered, special place is Sahalie Falls, a roaring waterfall that pounds the McKenzie River into a rainbowed mist.

She’s been married for several years to a computer guy who loves to tell jokes. She appreciates laugh-out-loud moments. She enjoys reading just about anything, but mysteries, romances, and science fiction are her favorites. She is passionate about expressing her thoughts and feelings in her writing.

Sterling Scott writes of his imagined adventures within the backdrop of actual historical events. While some of his stories are more fictional than others, he likes to entwine real events into a new version of how it should have happened. Additionally, he includes experiences from his life and those friends who have shared events with him.

When not writing, Sterling travels the highways and visits his children. He spends a lot of time playing with his first grandchild.

A naughty coed gets punished on free Friday!

Happy Friday! This story is by special request for my friend Rebecca Franklin. I hope you all enjoy it! Happy reading! ~ Mo
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Educating Jackie
Jackie stood outside Professor Jenkins’s office, she knew the Professor was out of town and his TA, Ed Walters was inside grading the midterm papers. She knew her paper was complete crap, she’d been partying to much this semester and was in serious danger of losing her scholarship.

Jackie had to convince Ed to give her a pass, so she could keep her scholarship and finish her education. She didn’t have the money to finish school without that scholarship. Jackie knew it was her own fault but still…she had to convince him.

Ed was a handsome, graduate student that had taken over as the Professor’s TA this semester, he had a quiet studious air but she was hoping still waters ran deep.

Jackie took a deep breath and looked down at her low cut sweetheart neckline, cupping her breasts to give them a quick plump up before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” Ed’s deep baritone sounded from inside.

Jackie walked into the office with an exaggerated sway of her hips, “Hello Ed.” She hoped he liked the husky quality she’d put into her voice.

He looked up at her with a quirked brow, “Miss Simmons, how may help you?”

“Well I was hoping you could help me out with my grade some. My paper wasn’t my best work and…well…I can’t afford to make a bad grade and lose my scholarship,” she finished in a rush. Something about the way he was watching her made her feel like a naughty child and she couldn’t keep herself from fidgeting from one foot to the other.

Ed cocked his head at her, “How exactly do you propose I help you?”

Jackie licked her lips and leaned across the desk to give him a good eyeful of cleavage, “Please…help me…I’ll do anything for a good grade…anything…,” she finished meaningfully.

His eyebrows rose almost into his hairline before snapping back down in a stern line over his hard eyes as he rose from behind the desk and began to walk around.

She started to rise from her pose bent across the desk, “No…stay exactly as you are young lady.”

Jackie blinked, “Yes…ummm…sir.” She froze in position unable to resist the absolute authority in his voice.

“Are you proposing to exchange sexual favors for good grades?” he asked conversationally as he began to roll up his sleeves.

“Well…when you put it that way it sound so…so…well naughty,” Jackie said softly.
“It is naughty,” Ed sad matter of factly, as he moved to stand behind her and she gasped when he lifted her short skirt and tucked it into the waistband.

“I…ummm…well…I…” she stammered, unsure of exactly how things were going to go at this point.

“I am going to help you Miss Simmons but not in the way you initially proposed.” Ed told her.

“How are you going to help me?” Jackie asked.

“First, I’m going to give you the spanking of your life for being so audacious and then I’m going to sit your hot bottom down on that chair and help you make your paper something that deserves a good grade.” He explained sternly.

Jackie tried to ignore the heat that sprang to life between her legs at his words and the little pulse that had developed in her clit, straightening to stand in outrage. “You can’t spank me!”

He cocked his head and studied her again, “Really? You’d rather I call the Dean of Students and report you for offering sex in exchange for a good grade? I’m pretty sure that would not only result in the loss of your scholarship but expulsion as well.”

She felt her face pale as she realized exactly how foolish she’d been, “Please don’t.”

“It’s your choice my dear, take your punishment and fix what I’m sure must be a disaster of a paper or I’ll call the Dean.” Ed told her. “What’s your choice?”

“You,” Jackie said with a shudder.

“Right, back over the desk with you then,” he instructed.

Jackie got back into position and gave a moan of embarrassment when his fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and pulled them to her knees. “Is that really necessary?”

“Discipline spankings will always be given on the bare without exception,” was all he said before his hand began to fall hard and fast on her upturned bottom.

“Oooohooo…oww…oww…owww…ohhh that hurts! Please it hurts!” Jackie cried as one of his big hands came to rest in the small of her back to hold her in place as his hand seemed to fall harder and harder.

“This is a punishment young lady, it’s supposed to hurt. This is to help you remember why you should never behave this way again,” Ed said as he continued to spank her rapidly reddening bottom.

By the time he stopped her bottom was on fire and Jackie was giving soft little hiccupping sobs.

She shot up grabbing her sore cheeks and rubbing frantically, “Back over that desk young lady, your punishment isn’t over.” He said to her horror.

“It’s not?” Jackie whimpered as she bent back over the desk.

“I’m going to give you twenty swats with this pointer,” he told her as she looked over her shoulder to see the long wooden pointer used in class to emphasize things on the transparencies. “Not a traditional cane but I do believe you will get my point.”

She saw his lips quirk at his play on words but before she could react the pointer landed on the under curve of her ass in a line of fire that made her mewl of pain. Ed wasted no time bringing the nasty stick down ten times in a row from the crease of her bottom to the middle of her thighs then laid another ten back up.

Jackie was crying earnestly, when he lifted her and tucked her against his chest. “I’m sorry.” She sobbed against his shirt while he rubbed her back and rocked to and fro.

“There…there little one, you took your punishment like a good girl. We will put it behind us and move forward. You clearly need more structure and I will be happy to provide it for you.” Ed told her as he led her around the desk to his hard wooden chair. “Sit.”

“Yes sir,” she said submissively as she obeyed him and sat down with a hiss as the wooden seat came into contact with her hot bare bottom. “Ooohh…oooh.”

“That will help you remember why it’s better to do quality work the first time,” Ed told her with a smile.

Too her surprise Jackie found herself smiling in return, “Yes sir.”

For the next two hours Ed worked with her on her paper until it was at least B worthy and Jackie felt a sense of accomplishment.

“Good girl, now pull up your panties and I’ll take you out to dinner,” He said with a grin.

“Yes sir!” Jackie said, trying not to wince as she pulled her panties up over her sore nates. She had been afraid once the paper was fixed he would send her on her way and she wanted to know this man better.

“Over dinner we can discuss appropriate behavior and study habits for my girl,” he told her as he guided her out of the office.

“Your girl?” she asked, hope springing in her chest.

“You don’t think I spank every woman that offers me a blow job in exchange for a better grade do you?” Ed asked incredulously.

“You’ve been asked before?” Jackie asked in surprise.

He snorted, “Several times a semester. You are the first one I’ve spanked. I was going to ask you out next week, you simply moved up the timetable.”

“Oh…,” she said suddenly feeling a little shy and unsure.

“Just so you know young lady,” Ed said sternly. “When you are a naughty girl you will be punished. Are we clear?”

A broad smile covered her face, “Crystal Sir.”

Kara Kelley stopped by with two panty sizzling excerpts from her new book, Taking in Dani

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Blurb:

Dani Torkaz has no room in her life for a romance with anyone, let alone with ‘God’s gift to women’ Adam Fiori, but everything changes when circumstances compel her to accept a job as a nanny to his two young children.

Adam makes it clear that he will have no patience for rudeness, and it isn’t long before her sharp tongue earns Dani a painful, humiliating bare-bottom spanking. The stern punishment sets more than just her backside on fire, however, and she is left begging to be taken hard and thoroughly.

As she settles into her new position, Dani finds herself feeling like she is part of a real family for the first time in her life, and her lust for her stern, handsome boss begins to blossom into love. But Adam has secrets he isn’t sharing, and Dani has been hurt too many times to give him the benefit of the doubt. Can he win her trust before the wounds of the past destroy their future?

Publisher’s Note: Taking in Dani includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpts for Taking in Dani

Excerpt 1:

“You were right,” he says. “This isn’t going to work.” His eyes are unsure, and flicker heat, but the weight of his words crush my chest. I can’t believe I managed to screw things up so quickly. Jenny and I will be living in a cockroach infested apartment by the end of the week. Without Adam on my side, Tahlia will throw me out on my ass.

“I’m fired?” I say numbly, blinking at him. I wasn’t a bitch to anyone else, why him? Was I just trying to prove he couldn’t be trusted—like every other man in my life, except Ollie?

“Fired?” He tilts his head. “Oh, Daniela.” He reaches forward and tucks my hair behind my ear, caressing my cheekbone with his thumb. “I told you I would never solve things between us that way.” He sighs. “It isn’t working because I want to hold you—take care of you. I want to fuck you. And I want to put you over my knee all at the same time.” He shovels his hand through his hair and looks away for a moment. “I have no control with you.”

“That makes two of us,” I say softly. “I feel like a crazy person around you.”

His head snaps back so he can look at me. I see all of the things he’s said in his stare—care, sexual frustration, and irritation. It makes my eyes well and the apex of my thighs drip.

“That is the most honest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He sighs again. “Resisting you was easier when I saw you in small doses—a ride in the elevator, a glimpse down the hall, the smell of your shampoo in the lobby. Having tasted you didn’t satisfy me at all.” His jaw clenches. “I’m craving you all the more.”

His words strum my insides like a musician strums his most cherished guitar. I’m speechless. I’ve never had such conflicting emotions. I hate him. He is frivolous and cold towards his children; he dismisses people—thinking they are beneath him, and he sets off warning bells inside me. On the other hand, I’ve never been so attracted to anyone in my entire life. The way he looks at me with deep concern and care is like a being given a nutrient I’ve been deprived of and desperately need to survive, but it’s the desire he evokes in me that causes me to feel like a starving beast. His heated looks touch so deep, they feel corporeal. He is firm and gentle all at the same time. He pushes and pulls me like the tide, both drowning and saving in the same moment.

“But that isn’t even what I meant when I said this wasn’t going to work.”

“Oh?” I mutter, feeling vulnerable.

My walls are down, and all the precious things I hide from not only the world, but myself as well, are exposed. My muddled thoughts are suspended and floating in my brain to be dealt with later. “And what did you mean?”

“You’re exhausted working two jobs.” He takes both my hands. Numbly, I let him. “Take a vacation. I’ll double your wage right now.”

My jaw drops. It’s ridiculous. I’m already overpaid. For heaven sakes, he pays me more than Ollie did. What is his game?

“No.” I pull my hands back. He blinks, shocked, so I continue. “You already pay me too much.”

“If it means never hearing you tear a strip off me for being four minutes late again, it’ll be worth it.” There is a glimmer of humor in his eyes, but everything else is serious about him.

“I’m sorry. I overreacted, and I should never have done that in front of Nadia.”

“You’re right.” His mouth is pressed, his stare hard, and his brows knitted. “But you’re exhausted and I won’t ever punish you when you aren’t in the right frame of mind.”

I look down in guilt and he places a finger on my chin, pulling my eyes back to his.

“But make no mistake, Daniela, you will be spanked for it.” I swallow hard again.

Was there some point I agreed to this with him? I can’t remember. I do, however, remember very vividly the last time he spanked me. I also know from the center of my being, it’s exactly what I need.

Knowing he offers what I need evokes so many emotions. My crusty exterior melts and I lean into his hard chest. The words, I need you to take care of me tonight, slip from my lips. I’m not even sure I’ve said them aloud until he grabs my ass and lifts me onto the counter top.

He fits between my legs and I feel his rock-hard cock against my already swollen-with-arousal clit. His hands cradle my face, and his eyes smolder as he leans close to kiss me. I’m not sure what to expect. Will he kiss me roughly like before? My belly flutters. He doesn’t though—his mouth is soft, gentle and persuasive. I’m caught up in a mating of tongues, but I note our bodies mold so tightly together I’m not sure where either of us begin or end.

He lifts me again, and I wrap my legs tightly around him. He takes us to my room. I try to break our kiss to tell him which one, but he knows and refuses to release my mouth. He sits me down gently onto the modern four poster bed. I’m held by his eyes as if they have powers beyond human.

He guides my arms above me, and his large smooth hands run down them to my ribs and then to my waist. When he slides them up again, my pink scrub top goes with them. His touch against my bare skin ignites a blast of heat within me. My insides bubble and squirm, as if brought to a boil by his touch. I’m in nothing but scrub pants and a sports bra as he takes a long minute to look at me. I feel shy but so wet and ready for his deeper touch that I don’t focus on it.

His tongue darts out, and he licks his bottom lip. I stand and repeat the move using my tongue. He moves me back, smiles and pulls the string holding my pants up. They slip down, and he wastes no time grabbing my bottom in his hands——first a squeeze, then a rub and then he caresses down and pulls my right leg up leaving my pants behind. With my leg still hitched on his hip, his hand finds the elastic band of my panties. His fingers slip inside, and I gasp. As his touch becomes more intimate, I clamp my teeth over my lip to keep from calling out. He spins us and before I know what’s happening, he’s sitting on the bed, and I’m straddling his left knee. I cling to him as he plays a torturous game between my folds—sliding his fingers in the slippery wetness he’s created. He stops, and instantly I feel myself clenching in his absence as if my body is reaching out for him. A sharp swat stings my left cheek and my breath hitches.

“Tonight isn’t about punishment,” he says. “That will come, but tonight, this is what you need.” He growls and bites my shoulder hard enough to make me whimper but not enough to leave a mark.

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Excerpt 2:

Fiori is asleep, slumped on his expensive leather sofa with his phone still gripped in his hand. I swallow hard as I shut the door as quietly as I can. He starts awake and scrubs his unshaven face with both hands before he sits up and looks at me.

“What time is it?” he asks groggily.

“Seven,” I answer and set my purse on the little table by the door.

“Seven A.M.?” His eyes clear and his mouth presses in a firm hard line. “Where the hell were you last night?” he asks, his voice stabs me right in the diaphragm and crotch.

He’s angry— blood-boiling angry. “When did you get home?”

“I walked to Fran’s after work.” I didn’t think it was possible for his eyes to burn angrier but they do. “I didn’t come home.”

“You walked at eleven at night and stayed over without bothering to tell me you weren’t coming home? You knew I was waiting for you.”

“I feel bad today, Adam. Last night I was too angry to care that you were waiting for me. Don’t push me back into pissy.” I walk briskly to the kitchen and start the coffee.

“Apparently too angry to regard your safety, too,” he adds and yanks my arm to pull me to face him. I grit my teeth and glare at his hand on my arm. His jaw looks painfully tight, as well, but I don’t back down. He releases me suddenly and gathers a breath.

“I’m going to be late for a meeting, but I’m telling you right now, this isn’t over. In fact, it isn’t even close to started!” His hand finds my chin and forces my eyes to his. “You can be mad all you want, but we both know you were wrong. My mistake came from a place of care and concern and yours was vindictive and inconsiderate.”

I swallow. Adam’s right. I swear under my breath and look away.

“That’s right, little girl, you know it too.” He stalks off, and I take a moment to breathe before continuing to make coffee. He’s back before the machine even begins to percolate. He grabs me roughly again and this time, he doesn’t release me while he opens a drawer and pulls out a wooden spoon. He pushes my front against the counter and the spoon splats against my scrub-clad bottom. The material is thin and the spoon unforgiving—full force, I’m sure. I gasp and bite my squeals, thinking of the children on the other side of the condo. My fingers turn white as I grip the counter.

“Adam, the kids!” I manage through a hissed breath, but then I’m squeezing my eyes tightly and squirming to avoid yet another punishing swat. He presses further on me to keep me still and then his hand reaches around the front of me to once again pull the string that keeps my bottoms up. I whimper and wish they wouldn’t betray me by slumping down my legs so easily—again.

“I just checked. They’re asleep.” The spoon stings and bites my flesh and I have to lower my mouth to my forearm to cry out into it. I can’t wake the kids. I try to drop to avoid another punishing swat, but when I do, he pins me tighter. His swats increase and I start to sob dryly. He tosses the spoon in the sink and straightforwardly pulls my pants up. He spins me to face him, tying the strings quickly.

“That was just a taste of what’s coming.” His words bite out through clenched teeth. He clasps my chin between a finger and thumb again and even though I can see he’s trying to ignore my tears there’s compassion in his eyes, too. “You are getting a hell of a thrashing when I get you alone.” I nod through blurring eyes. “I’ve never been so worried in my whole God-damned life!”

“Okay. I’m sorry,” I say with a shudder. His hard look melts and he pulls me into his chest. He kisses my head and leans down to whisper into the crook of my neck.

“You undo me, Daniela Torkaz. I don’t know how or why, but you do.” He pulls back and looks me in the eye. “I waited at your bus stop half the night,” he croaks, and I can’t help but dissolve into tears and snuggle as deep as I can into him. “Clara made a fortune.”

This time, when he pulls me back, I cling like an octopus. “Please,” I beg. “Don’t go. I need you.” I let out a small desperate cry. “I fight it, Adam, fight it so hard, but I do. God, I do! I need you.”

He grabs both my shoulders and lifts me to my toes so he can take my mouth. His is hot and demanding, and I yield to his forceful lips and tongue. I’m molten and dizzy with want. I grab for his clothes, and he handcuffs my wrists like he did before with one hand.

He shoves me roughly against his gargantuan high-end refrigerator keeping my hands pinned above my head and torments a nipple through my t-shirt making me writhe. His mouth follows and heat blast through both the material and my core. His hand burrows in my hair and yanks my face to his. As our mouths mate, he releases my wrists and grabs my sore ass with both hands pulling me up, so my center presses against his hard bulge. I bury my hands in his hair, and his face burrows into my neck. I’m ready to combust when I hear the big bag of blocks crash onto the floor.

“The kids. The kids!” I whisper urgently. He drops my legs and cocks his brow. Adam’s gaze isn’t aimed at the living room where I’m sure Charlie is knee deep in blocks. It’s aimed at me.

“Dani,” he pants. “We’ll finish this later. First the spanking of your life and then your ravaging.”

Nadia comes into the kitchen, and we both pretend to be busy. Me getting two mugs and him grabbing the cream from the fridge. She eyes us both skeptically. I note how disheveled Adam looks and know I’ve been pawed far more.

“Good morning,” I say, still a little breathless. “What would you like for breakfast?”

Her brow quirks in the same high arch as Adam’s, but she finally walks out. “Charlie, what do you want for breakfast? It’s your choice today.” I hear Nadia ask. I let out a breath and lean my hip against the counter. Adam grins cheekily and hands me the spoon from the sink. “Bring that to your apartment.” When I look down at it in my hands, he swats my ass making me lurch from its tenderness. I rub it as he whistles out of the room.

Holy macanoly that’s some hot stuff! I need to read this now! How bout you guys? You know you want to! Join me in one-clicking on one of the links provided below! Happy reading! ~Mo

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