Author comments on book: Taming Lady Lydia is the most sensual and potent romance I have ever penned. Lord Markham is the Regency hero I always fantasised about… He’s a strict authoritarian with a loving, tender heart.

Publisher synopsis:
When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.

Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.

Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?

Publisher’s Note: Taming Lady Lydia includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:

The depth of the authority in his voice stirs me, sending energy coursing around my body. It pools at the apex of my legs, causing delicious tingles there. “I am sorry to have pressed the point,” I say, and I mean it, although I cannot help but wonder if it is his discipline which I really crave and have missed this last week.
I swear he senses the answer as he reaches for me. He sinks the fingers of his right hand into my hair and draws my body toward him. “Lydia,” he says, his voice almost a low growl. “Are you being intentionally disrespectful, I wonder?”
A silent gasp leaves my mouth as I look upon him.
“Oh, so you are…” he says with a knowing smile. “That is what this is about…”
I flush, knowing that there is little point denying what we both already know to be true. I glance up to him, my eyes imploring the messages I long to say. He pulls me closer, pressing my head against his warm chest. “Have you missed me, my love?” His voice is a deep murmur into my right ear.
“Yes…” I just about manage.
“And so you have chosen to be intentionally disobedient, to garner my attention?”
I shift my head, looking wildly into his face. “It is not my intention, My Lord,” I whimper.
“Oh, really, little one?” he asks, as that brow arches once again. “I think that is an untruth. I think you did intend to disobey me, and I think you did so because you have missed my discipline. Am I correct?”
I am trembling as I reply, utterly startled by his ability to read me. “Perhaps, yes, My Lord, but I did not want for you to be angry with me.”
He smiles. “Lydia,” he coos. “I am not angry. But you and I both know what happens to naughty, disobedient young ladies, don’t we?”
My mouth parts reflexively. “Will you spank me?” I whimper.
“Yes,” he says, pulling me toward him as he reseats himself. “I realise that I have been remiss in my duties to you, and for that I apologise. I intend to make amends right this moment.”
In an instant he pulls me forward and down toward his lap. “But, My Lord!” I exclaim as I lurch headfirst over his breeches. “Not here, Thomas! What if somebody finds us?”
“We have had this conversation, Lydia,” he says firmly as he hoists me into position, “and I have assured you that I will spank you either with, or without, an audience.”
I gasp, feeling the skirts of my gown, petticoat, and stays dragged up my back, leaving my behind exposed and vulnerable. Almost immediately, his hand lands against my bare skin, the sound resonating around the study. I squeeze my eyes shut, stunned by the escalation of events. I pray silently that none of the staff will hear us and enter the room unexpectedly.
A further four swats are landed on my bottom, and they are hard and intense spanks. I am forced to bear each one, feeling the sting and then warmth they leave after his palm has left. From this angle behind his desk I can see very little, except for the expensive rug at my fingertips.
As the next strike lands, I hear Thomas’ voice from over my head. “Why are you being spanked, Lydia?” he asks.
I notice his voice is calm, but there is just the slight edge of arousal laced there.
“I was disobedient, My Lord,” I reply, my own voice trembling as I do.
“Yes,” he agrees, swatting me hard on the rear again. “You disobeyed me in order to get the attention you require, instead of coming to me and telling me about your needs.”
His hand lands on my behind again. “And for that reason, little one,” he says firmly, “you will receive a sound spanking on your bare bottom, and you will thank me for it.”
I whimper as the next strike lands, catching the pulsating need between my legs. “Yes, My Lord,” I moan from over his lap. “Thank you.”
Five swats land quickly, and instinctively I mean to get up, arching my back as I try to move.
His hand holds me down decisively. “You will stay over my lap, Lydia,” he calls out, and I flinch at the volume, hoping that nobody else will hear him. “You need this punishment, do you not?”
“Yes,” I whine, wincing as the next spank lands.
“Yes, you do,” he says, reaffirming my own thoughts. “So just take it, little one.”
I swallow hard, loathing the way he calls me his little one as he spanks me. The label, of course, helps to reinforce my subservience to him. The onslaught continues, and the stinging sensation is intense. He pushes me on, the utter indignation of the punishment both riling and arousing me. At some point I lose count of the swats, feeling the tension between my legs growing and building. I know I am wet, and I long secretly for Thomas to explore me there.
His palm eventually pauses, pressing itself against the warmth of my bare bottom. “How do you feel now, my love?” His voice is filled with passion.
“Thank you for my spanking, Thomas,” I murmur, unsure what else to say.
I hear him laugh, and slowly, teasingly, his fingers dip between my hot cheeks.
“Well done, my love,” he soothes, as one and then two digits slip against my wetness.
I mewl and groan, loving the intensity of his touch already.
“So wet and beautiful,” he whispers adoringly. “I yearn for our wedding night, Lydia, when I can finally possess you as a man should claim his wife.”

Holy hotnesss!!! Get your one-click button ready! I know you don’t want to miss this panty melting read! Happy reading! ~Mo

Teaser:
He looks at me, his face burning with intent. “Know this Lydia,” he says in an even tone. “I have grown immensely fond of you these last days. I will care for you, look after your needs, and be here for you, but whenever you choose to overstep the line, I will punish you.”

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A Little Heart

I stood staring out the window with tears blurring my vision. You hadn’t yelled or even punished me but I was filled with an empty ache that would not ease.

It was worse, you hadn’t even noticed my behavior…I wasn’t even sure you knew I was in the room. All evening I’d gotten increasingly panicked by your indifference and my behavior had gotten worse and worse.

You ate your dinner barely looking up from the papers in your hand, before dashing back into your office and getting on the phone. I understood business and work were important but does that have to make me nothing?

Not even a blip on your radar?

I sighed and angrily wiped the tears from my cheeks, I’m an adult I shouldn’t need another person to validate my existence. I told myself this firmly, wishing I could believe it. No one should let another define them and yet there was no escaping the fact that part of me was defined by your dominance and my submission.

What is a submissive without her dominant? It was like being cast adrift, a small ship being buffeted by massive waves without an anchor to keep it safe from harm.

I closed my eyes, yes I was an adult but I needed your guidance…your dominance…it tethered me to the here and now…helped keep me focused. Without you I felt like I might drift away into nothingness.

Against my will the ache inside me intensified, I was afraid and I felt alone in my misery. You often accused me of being dramatic but I couldn’t stop these thoughts from racing through my mind.

When your big warm hands closed over my shoulders I started with a gasp, embarrassed to be found here standing in a dark room with tears dripping from my cheeks.

“You think I didn’t see how naughty you were behaving earlier? That I didn’t feel your need?” you asked as you pulled me back against you, my body melting into your heat.

I sank into you embrace letting your strength sink into my bones as it eased the knot in my belly.

You kissed my cheek as you wrapped around me, giving me back my anchor and chasing away the negative thoughts swirling through my mind in one fell swoop. “I love you baby and I will never abandon you but I had to take care of some critical issues at work. I didn’t have time to deal with my little brat earlier.”

“I know and I’m sorry I got dramatic and needy,” I whispered ashamed now of my lack of faith.

“I want you to need me but I also need you to believe in my love for you little girl,” You told me firmly. “It hurts that you think I could forget about you so easily.”

I twisted out of your arms and turned to face you, “I’m sorry.” I told you before burrowing into your chest like I could climb inside you.

You firmly set me away from you and put a finger beneath my chin forcing me to meet your gaze. “Your behavior earlier when you knew I was trying to work was unacceptable and I am also very disappointed in the way you allowed yourself to think I would ever desert you.”

My chin quivered, “I know you never would…I know that but I just…”

“You need me to punish you…to remind you who you belong to…don’t you little girl?” you asked me.

“Yes sir,” I said in a breathless sigh as a gush of wet heat filled my panties.

Without another word you guided me to bend over the arm of the couch, pushing my skirt up over my hips to rest in the small of my back and then catching the seat of my panties in your hand. When you ripped them from my body I gasped in shock and arousal.

“Legs apart,” you commanded me. I quickly moved my legs shoulder width a part and arched my back to stick my bottom out for you.

“Good girl,” you told me as you palmed the fleshy globes of my ass, squeezing them slightly before releasing me and stepping back. I shivered when I heard the sound of your belt clearing your belt loops.

My breath caught in anticipation as I waited for the first line of fire to catch my vulnerable bottom. You tapped my bottom three times with your looped belt drawing out the moment before pulling it away and snapping it across the under curve of both cheeks with a hard stroke.

“Ohhhh…” I moaned and buried my face in a couch cushion as another line of fire fell directly on top of the first. It was all I could do not to pull my bottom away, but I kept my back arched and my bottom pushed out.

You were not wasting anytime making it clear this was a punishment you felt I needed.  Six strokes in a row fell in the exact same place bringing tears to my eyes before you lined the next six up directly below the first set. By the time you painted my upper thighs with the another six then delivered and additional six to my already tender sit spot I was sobbing freely, but I was also strangely proud that I’d held position and taken everything I’d earned.

Your hand rubbed the small of my back, “You’re such a good girl, you took your punishment so well babygirl. I’m proud of you.”

My heart swelled with joy at your praise, my bottom was on fire and aching but my core was throbbing for another reason. I looked over my shoulder at you my face still wet with tears and gave you a pleading look, “Please…I need you…”

“Does my baby need my cock?” you asked as you obligingly unzipped your pants.

“Yes sir…please…remind me who I belong to…chase away all the dark thoughts,” I said on a low moan as you suddenly shoved deep inside me with one hard thrust.

You took me at my word, taking my body hard and without mercy. You pounded into me relentlessly, the head of your cock slamming into my cervix with every inward thrust as your thighs slapped against my hot sore ass keeping the fire alive.

I moaned loudly, as my body was thrown into a maelstrom of pleasure and pain that I could barely process as you drove my need higher and higher.  I could do nothing but cling to the couch as you took me by storm.

You forced my legs further apart to allow you deeper penetration which also caused my swollen clit to rub against the couch as you pistoned in and out of my clinging sheath.

I came with a scream of your name as my body tightened down on your still driving cock, pulsing around you but you never stopped moving driving me towards an unknown pinnacle that I’d never before experienced.

I gave a long keening cry as pleasure built upon pleasure in an orgasm that seemed almost never ending. Until finally you ground high inside me sending me over a final peak that complety stole my breath and caused sparks to fire behind my closed eyelids.

You gave a growl of pleasure and I felt your hot seed hit my pulsing inner walls as peace washed over me.

I was safe…completely owned…completely yours…and you were mine.

Sorry I’m late with this week’s story, I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! ~Mo

Woman Reborn

From the moment he’d whispered into her ear, “I’m going to breathe life into your darkest fantasies.” She’d been his.

Now she found herself thoroughly spanked, legs bound by a spreader bar and secured above her head so she was wide open to anything he wanted to do; which seemed to be making her cum over and over without respite or mercy. She’d already cum three times and now he was blindfolding her to make her even more aware of every sensation.

She gasped when she felt the broad head of a cock entering her, “Let’s see how you like my fuck machine.” She heard a whirring sound and then the cock was slowly thrusting inside, stretching her inner muscles as it filled her to the brim and retreated only to return with a little more force.

“Ooh sir,” she moaned and that’s when he pressed the Hitachi to her already swollen clit. It felt like too much, “Nooo…I can’t!”

“Not your safe word little girl,” he said with a chuckle and then he turned up the speed on his little magic machine and the dildo was fucking her hard. She came almost immediately with a soft cry of surrender but the Hitachi riding her clit didn’t let up it drove her straight from that orgasm and into another.

She breathed a sigh of relief when the Hitachi was removed but it was replaced with his mouth sucking her swollen little bud hard as the machine sped up even more sending her into orbit again. The pleasure was getting so intense it was almost painful but still he persisted. When she came yet again with a sobbing little cry he turned off the sex machine and pulled the dildo from her tight grasping sheath.

She concentrated on breathing, taking in huge gulps of air then whimpered when she felt the slick bulbous head of a butt plug at her backdoor. “Nooo!”

“Again, not your safe word precious.” He said as he pressed it even more firmly until it popped inside stretching her tender ass muscles around it as she groaned in a mixture of pain and forbidden pleasure at its intrusion. “How do you feel?”

“So full,” she said softly then moaned as he began to lightly slap her ass reawakening the sting from her spanking earlier and each swat jolting the plug in her ass and sending a zing of pleasure to her incredibly sensitive clit.

She yelped when the next swat landed on her clit itself the sting quickly morphing into delight.  He spanked her pussy hard and fast making her cry out as the pain and pleasure combined driving her closer and closer to an orgasm beyond anything she’d previously experience. “I’m scared!” she cried as her body continued to spiral towards the unknown.

“It’s okay, take the leap babygirl and fly. I will not let you fall.” He told her, his voice calming her fears even as he drove her higher. Just when she was about to explode he stopped and perversely she was disappointed.

“Are you ready for my cock?” he asked.

“Yes please,” she said without hesitation.

“You have to promise to let go,” he told her firmly.

“Yes sir, I promise.” She whispered fervently.

Then he was there stretching her wide over his thick girth as he pressed deep inside, she shivered, her legs begging to shudder as the feel of him inside her and the plug planted in her ass made her feel impossibly full. With a hard thrust he was inside to the hilt and his balls slapped the plug sending a jolt of pleasure through her ass.

He held himself there tight inside her for a moment and then slapped his hand down on her clit; “Ooooooh!” the husky moan was so deep she barely recognized her voice. He began to rotate his hips as his hand slapped her clit rhythmically bringing that unknown abyss back to her.

Keening wails of pleasure rent the air, she barely recognized as her own as he drove her closer and closer to the pinnacle. Then the head of his cock found some spot high inside her and he ground against it as his hand slapped down one final time on her clit and she shattered into a million pieces as she soared into the heavens.

The orgasm seemed to go on and on as he began to pound in and out of her now taking his own pleasure as her body clamped down on his like a vise. She felt the hot spurt of his seed splashing her sensitive inner walls while her body shuddered beneath him.

Time seemed to stand still as she rode the high of her orgasm; she seemed to just float in the stratosphere every nerve in her body alive and firing. If he’d told her flames shot out of her fingertips and toes she wouldn’t have been surprised. She felt as if she’d disintegrated and then been remade into something new.

Into a sexual creature that truly felt ever movement she made, she would never be able to take her body for granted again. She would be aware of the slightest breeze against her skin…the sensual lap of water in the bath all of it would remind her of what had been born today.

A woman…complete…replete…and ready for more.

Mr. Black

Chloe pursed her lips as she studied the personal add on her Kinkitup ap:

Headline:
Looking for the kinky girl of my dreams

About me:
Avid self sucker looking for a woman who loves kinky, dirty, sexy fun. I love to show online but woud also love to meet sometime

She blinked at the screen, avid self sucker? Did that mean what she thought it meant? Chloe didn’t believe in kink shaming but…ewwwwww…that definitely did not trip her trigger.

Two men sent her dick pics and a third asked if she would spank him. In her profile she’d clearly said she was a submissive. The results were depressing to say the least; so far she hadn’t come across one real dominant. Especially one that actually wanted to meet.

“Chloe can you come here for a moment?” she looked up from her computer screen to see her boss standing in the doorway.

Trenton Black was drop dead gorgeous and at the moment his blue eyes were looking at her very sternly. Her stomach dropped and she quickly locked her phone. “Yes sir.”

She stood and followed him to his office, when she stepped inside her closed the door behind them and then turned the lock.

Chloe looked up at him with wide eyes. “I…ummm…Mr. Black…why did you?”

“I have a few things to discuss with you young lady,” Trent said as he took his jacket off and hung it neatly on the coat rack behind the door and then turned to her as he rolled up his shirtsleeves.

She knew this couldn’t possibly mean what it looked like but a pool of moisture still formed in her panties as her tummy hit her knees and her mouth went dry. “What?”

“Think about it Chloe. What have you been doing in your office this afternoon?” he asked as he walked towards her. She couldn’t stop herself from backing away as he advanced.

“Working?” she asked hopefully.

He quirked a brow, “Try again little girl.” Trent said as he slowly stalked her across the room.

Their game of advance and retreat taking them on a meandering path across his office until her herded her to the low couch next to the window; Chloe gave a startled yelp as the couch hit the back of her knees and she fell into its plush cushion.

“Perfect,” he said with satisfaction as he sat down next to her then caught her arm and neatly turned her over his lap.

“Sir!” Chloe squeaked.

“Chloe,” he said in an amused tone as he flipped her skirt over her back and jerked her lacey panties to her knees.

“What are you doing?” she asked in alarm.

“You’re a smart girl Chloe so I think that would be self evident. What do you think I’m doing?”

“I think…I think you’re about to spank me,” Chloe said the words in a rush.

“I think you’re right,” Trent said as his big palm slapped down on her upturned ass.

“Oooh!” she exclaimed at the sting it left in its wake.

For a moment he didn’t say anything just letting his hard right hand do his talking for him as he brought it down in a hard and fast rhythm on her wriggling bottom.

“Please! Owwwww! I’ll be good!” Chloe cried.

“Are you ready to tell me what you did today?” he asked, resting his hand on her now bright pink bottom as he waited for her answer.

Chloe felt her face heat as she looked over her shoulder at her boss, “I was surfing a bdsm personals site.”

“Thank you for your honesty Chloe, this spanking would have been much worse if you had tried to lie.” He told her.

She sighed in relief that it was over, “I’m sorry…I know…owwwww…wait you said you were done!”

“I said no such thing young lady. I said your spanking would have been much worse my dear but I’m afraid your spanking has barely begun.” He told her as his hand continued to fall a relentless rhythm that left her bucking in an effort to escape his punishing palm.

“ooohooo!” she wailed as the heat continued to build in her poor beleaguered backside to exponential proportions.
“Number one, work is not the appropriate time to explore sexual fantasies young lady,” Trent said as ten swats even harder than any of the ones before landed on her left sit spot.

“No sir! I won’t do it again!” Chloe yelled. “Not there again!”

“Number two, you will not compromise your safety by perusing on-line bdsm groups again.” Ten matching swats to the right side. “Am I clear?” he asked as his hand began to fall in the same spot as before on the left side as if he planned to permanently tattoo his palm there.

“Yes Sir!” she cried, as a great wrenching sob rose from her chest.

A matching set landed on the right side again and then he was lifting her to stand in front of him. She gave another shuddering sob as he looked at her. “Now I’m going to ask you an honest question and I want an honest answer.”

“Yes sir,” she said softly.

“Do you still want to explore BDSM?” Trent asked.

Chloe’s heart leapt as she looked into his serious blue eyes, “Yes sir.”

“I would like to lead you in those explorations.” He told her. “Would you like to be my submissive Chloe?”

Her heart was beating a fast tattoo in her chest and the evidence of how eager she was to follow his lead was leaking down her inner thighs. “Yes please.”

“Take off your clothes,” he said firmly.

She only hesitated for a moment before she began to strip until she stood naked before him.

“Good girl, I want you to bend over the edge of my desk. I’m going to finish your spanking with my belt and then I’m going to take your ass. This is punishment but I’m not going to lie to you Chloe, it’s also because I will enjoy disciplining you this way. Think very carefully before you bend over the desk Chloe. Your belting will be hard and I will take you without mercy. It’s who I am.” Trent told her.

A shudder went through her that had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with need. She wanted this…more than he could imagine…it was like he’d snatched the fantasies directly from her mind.  She bravely met his gaze and nodded at him before moving to the desk and bending over it.

“Your safe word is red. Use is at anytime and everything stops.” He said as she heard the sound of his belt clearing his pants.  Suddenly she was very nervous and she gave a soft sound of distress.

Trent’s big hand came to rest in the small of her back and she was flooded with a feeling of safety, she heard the whistle of the belt cutting the air just before a line of fire rose on the under curve of her ass.

A hiss of pain escaped her as his belt lifted away and came back again to leave another line of fire. His warm hand stayed in place, grounding her as he continued to whip her bottom thoroughly.

Five strips lined her bottom from the middle of her crack to the tops of her thighs and then he worked his way back up. Chloe gave herself up to her punishment and the pain, collapsing over the desk as she sobbed. She didn’t even realize at first the spanking was over.

Trent was crooning softly to her as he rubbed the small of her back, her bottom throbbed but somehow she felt cleansed and relieved of all the stress that had been weighing her down.

She looked over her shoulder at Trent and gave him a watery smile, “Thank you sir.”

He smiled back and then his hand was gliding over the scalded flesh of her backside and dipping into the wetness waiting between her thighs. Chloe moaned as his fingers slid into her snug heat and widened her stance.  His fingers worked in and out of her for a moment before pulling free and coming up to rub her natural lubricant into the rim of her asshole.

Surprisingly, the pressure of his fingers dipping into her most private place felt good and Chloe found herself pressing back with a soft cry as one finger sank inside to the second knuckle.

“Good girl,” he praised her as he worked the finger in her ass for a minute before adding a second and scissoring them inside her as he stretched her open. “Naughty little subs take it in the ass don’t they Chloe?”

“Yes sir,” she panted as his fingers worked her open.

“Tell me what happens to naughty little subs,” Trent instructed and she heard the sound of a zipper opening.

“They take it up the ass,” Chloe cried.

He removed his fingers and the broad head of his cock teased her tender opening. “Take what up the ass?”
“Their master’s cock!” she cried, suddenly wanting him inside her almost desperately. “Please sir.”

The hot tenderness in her ass, and the burning stretch of his fingers combined with the throb of her clit made her almost desperate with need.

“Ask me for it nicely Chloe,” he told her.

“Please fuck my naughty ass sir…please!” Chloe begged.

“Good girl,” Trent told her as he pressed inside, his thick cock stretching her wide as he forged a way for himself to the hilt and stilled with his balls resting against her hot ass.

Chloe moaned loudly as he began to withdraw pulling her hips out from the desk and forcing her to arch her back more as he drove back in hard. True to his promise he took her without mercy…pounding into her hard and fast…pleasure and pain seemed to blend together until she was spreading her legs wider and pressing back to meet every hard thrust.

She relished his possession…his dominance…it was everything she’d longed for…everything she’d needed and she wanted more.

As he continued to take her in a relentless rhythm his balls began to slap against her swollen clit and suddenly she stiffened as the most intense orgasm of her life washed over her…her entire body shuddered with pleasure as her inner muscles clamped down tightly on him and brought him over the edge with her.

Trent gave a growl of pleasure and then she felt the hot splash of his seed bathing the tender inside of her ass.

For a moment he collapsed over her…pinning her to the desk deliciously with his weight. Chloe whimpered when he withdrew, keenly feeling the loss of him inside her but that momentary feeling of being bereft vanished when he lifted her tenderly in his arms. She snuggled into him as he carried her into the executive washroom and stood her in his private shower.

He held her close and tenderly washed her before quickly washing himself and then wrapping her in a big fluffy towel.  She sighed in pleasure when he carried her back into his office and sat down on the couch with her cuddled in his lap.

She felt treasured…cherished…loved.

Smiling up at Trent, Chloe ran a hand over the stubble on his cheeks. “I enjoyed that game Master.”

Trent laughed, “I did too but how about a little nap before we head home babygirl?”
Chloe laughed as her husband, lover and master lay down with her on the big couch in his office. “We have to be out of here by three. I don’t want to embarrass the cleaning crew. They come at 3:30 on Saturdays.”

“I know honey,” he told her.

Chloe sat up suddenly, “Did you see the ad for the avid self sucker? Does that mean what I think it does?”

Trent pulled her back down against him, “Let’s just say he’s a talented man.”

Chloe snorted then cuddled back in for a nap with her love.

The erotic thriller I wrote with Jack Crosby is finally out and available for your reading pleasure!! I’m very excited to share In His Custody with you! Happy reading! ~Mo

This week I asked Facebook friends what my story should entail. My assignment was a story that included: a panda, a fidget spinner, pudding, lots of leather, lace, a ghost, camping, Smores, bondage and of course spanking. I hope you enjoy my slightly off beat offering.  Happy reading! ~Mo

The Panda and the Fidget Spinner

Rylie stood fidgeting in her leather bustier and g-string waiting for her Dom to collect her from the dressing area. With an impatient sigh she began spinning her glittery purple fidget spinner on her index finger.

It was pretty and she liked it okay but it wasn’t all that entertaining in the grand scheme of things.  Brad said if it kept her hands busy it kept her out of trouble when she was waiting so she should have it on her at all times.

Something fuzzy caught in her peripheral vision and she turned her head to see a rather large furby in a panda suit coming from the men’s dressing room. Rylie straightened, dropping her spinner mid spin, eyes wide to watch his approach.

He had on a panda head with the big eyes that in costumes always reminded her of fly eye with their multifaceted surface. It was kind of creepy. His chest was covered in white fur with the rest of his torso in black; it was the rest of his costume that gave her pause.

The legs  looked like furry chaps, strapped on so his hugely engorged cock stood out from all the black and white fur like a red and purple torpedo. A tight cock ring and black leather ball cage ensuring he stayed that way.

The panda passed her without comment and treated her to the sight of a very nice ass as he walked away. Curiosity filled her and she found herself following the tight assed panda into the dungeon.

Rylie had never seen a scene with a furry, much less a panda. She wondered what it would entail. She was so involved with the images dancing through her active mind she totally forgot she was supposed to be waiting for Brad at the entrance of the dressing area.

Would the Panda’s mistress or master also be in Pandaware?  Would he get that deliciously tight ass spanked? Rylie wasn’t a Domme by any stretch of the imagination but she would still appreciate the sight of color blooming in that magnificent bootie.

Then she wondered idly what would happen to the impressive cock stand he was sporting and if the cock ring and ball cage hurt as she watched the Panda standing docilely by a tiny leather clad woman carrying a leather crop.

The small Domme pointed to a tall spanking bench with some extra fasteners attached, the panda bent obediently over the end of the bench with his knees resting on the leg extensions. His mistress made short work of fastening his cock ring and ball cage directly to the bench and the Panda gave a soft his as his dangly bits were pulled taunt.

Rylie felt her face grow hot as the woman lightly lubed a large butt plug before slipping it into her submissive’s waiting ass. The plug had a big ball of white fluff on the end completing the Panda costume.

No one noticed or heard the gasp of the voyeuristic apparition floating high above, thoroughly enjoying spying on the people that now came to play in the home of her birth.

The ghost smiled down at the young girl watching the panda and woman with such wide eyes and couldn’t resist running a spectral finger down the girl’s spine.

Rylie shivered with a sudden chill, gooseflesh rising on her arms as she watched the pair, noting the way the Domme stroked her hand over his bare bottom and whispered reassuring words of praise. Was she about to spank him? Rylie found herself holding her breath as she waited for whatever happened next.

“Where are you supposed to be young lady?” the deep sharp tones spoken directly behind her made Rylie jump a foot.

She spun to face her angry Dom with her heart in her throat, “I…ummm…there was this panda and…”

“Is this where I told you to wait for me little girl?” Brad asked with a raised brow. Her heart began to beat faster as she took in his stern countenance. His impressive chest was bare, perfectly covered in a light matt of hair that narrowed into a delightful treasure trail and disappearing into his tight leather pants.

As usual she felt her eyes glaze over as she took in the perfection that was her Dom…her sir…”Rylie!” she jumped again and felt herself blush as she looked up at him.

“Huh?” she asked.

A little tic came to play in the side of his jaw that didn’t bode well for her bottom. “Is this where I told you to wait for me?”

Rylie gulped, “No sir.”

“Where are you supposed to be?” he asked.

“By the dressing area,” she said softly.

“Move,” he said succinctly as he pulled his thick leather belt from his pants, making her eyes widen once more and a flood of moisture fill her thong.  “Now Rylie.”

She spun and hurried towards the dressing room hearing a whistling sound just before his belt licked across her bare ass in a fiery stroke.

“Oohhh!”She cried as she moved faster hoping to reduce the number of licks by getting there fast.

It didn’t seem to matter how fast she moved he was faster landing the belt once for every two steps she took.

By the time they reached the spot she’d been standing BP (Before Panda) her bottom was already tight and blazing with heat.

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing to her sparkly purple toy.

“My fidget spinner,” Rylie told him as she bent to pick it up.

“Where is it supposed to be?” Brad asked.

She sighed, “In my hands spinning anytime I am waiting for you or supposed to be still.”

“Why is that a rule?” he asked.

“Because if I don’t have something to occupy me I get bored or distracted and get into trouble.” Rylie said with a slight pout.

“I think I need to help you remember why you keep your spinner with you. Follow me,” Brad commanded.

Rylie hurried to keep up with Brad, clutching her fidget spinner tightly in her hand. What was he going to do to her? How much trouble was she in?

Brad stopped in front of the very spanking bench the Panda had previously occupied. The Panda was now at his mistress’s feet with the bulky head of the costume at his side as he leaned against her and her fingers ran through his hair.

Rylie’s tummy flipped as she realized the pair she’d intended to watch would now be watching her.

“Strip,” Brad commanded.

She eyed the growing crowd of people who’d watched him whipping her as she returned to where she’d been supposed to wait for him and now intended to see what else was in store for her naughty bottom.

“I…” she began only to be stopped when he held up one hand.

“Either safe word or do as you were told,” he said in a tone that brooked no further argument.

“Yes sir,” Rylie said as pulled her tiny thong down her legs and then turned so Brad could unhook the leather bustier, all too soon she stood naked before him with her head bowed submissively.

“Bench,” Brad said and she climbed into place with her knees straddling the high bench her breasts hanging over each side and her bottom arched high. The bench was waist high so she was at a perfect height for almost anything he chose to do to her.

He walked to the front of the bench and lifted her face to his with a finger beneath her chin, “I want you to use your fidget spinner throughout your punishment. Do not drop it and keep it spinning.”

“Yes sir,” she replied hoping her horror at his instruction didn’t show on her face. This was going to be almost an impossible task. She looked nervously around as she spun the little spinner between her fingers while he tied her to the bench.

There was a camping role play going on in the next space, but instead of whatever camping games they’d intended to play they were sitting around the fake campfire watching her punishment unfold. One girl was grinning ear to ear as she stuck her spoon in a chocolate jello pudding cup her eyes meeting Rylie’s over the campfire.

She forgot about her audience when she felt the familiar press of a large butt plug, taking a deep breath she pressed back like Brad had taught her and it slipped in place fairly easily though it stretched her wide.  Once it was seated he patted it lightly and a strange burning tingle started deep inside her.

“Wh…what?” she asked looking over her shoulder in alarm.

“Ginger oil darling, remember your spinner.” He reminded her with a smile and the burning, itching feeling in her ass grew bringing new meaning to the word fidget.

Rylie tried desperately to focus on her fidget, spinning the little purple thing for all she was worth even as the first swat of the paddle fell.

Again and again the paddle fell until her ass was on fire inside out and Rylie was fairly certain the campers could roast marshmallows for Smores over her backside.  It was definitely radiating enough heat to do so.

Tears tracked down her cheeks and she continued to spin the fidget to the best of her ability though it was getting a more and more jerky with each paddle swat. Then Brad’s big hand was rubbing across the seared skin of her ass as he leaned down to speak directly into her ear.

“You took that like such a good girl Rylie, now I want to you cum for me and all these people. I want you to scream for me, scream loud enough to wake the dead…but mind you don’t drop your spinner.” He told her just as he sent two fingers deep inside her wet heat.

He began working the plug in and out of her ass as his fingers worked her quim, suddenly the intense burning discomfort from the ginger oil began to translate as pleasure and she found she wanted it hard.

“Please…please…please…”she cried tossing her head and doing her best to buck back against the plug and fingers. Her fingers were now clumsy as she tried to keep her fidget spinning though at this point it was lopsided and precariously balanced on her fingers as her pleasure grew.

“Do you need more baby?” Brad asked.

“Yes….harder….oooohoooo….please sir,” Rylie cried out tears leaking from her eyes for a totally different reason now.

Soon both his fingers and the plug were slamming in and out of her without mercy and Brad’s thumb moved to rub her clit in a circular motion and Rylie came with a loud keening wail and gush of moisture between her thighs. The spinner hanging motionless from her fingers.

“Good girl,” he told her as he sank to his knees and turned so he could suck her clit into his mouth as he continued to use his fingers hard. When he sucked her clit deep and hard while simultaneously rubbing some magic spot high inside her channel she gave him the shrill scream he’d asked her for exploding once more this time dropping the Fidget spinner.

She was still shaking in the aftermath when Brad released her bonds and lifted her in his arms. “You were such a good girl,” he told her as he carried her over to the aftercare area where he pulled a soft cotton and lace teddy over her head and wrapped her in a blanket.

He cuddled her close feeding her little bites of chocolate and giving her water as she came down from her high.

As Rylie’s heart rate finally slowed she cuddled into her Dom and kissed his chin. “You know you dropped your spinner, I might have to punish you.” Brad said softly as he kissed the top of her head.

She grinned up at him with sleepy eyes, “Meet you over there in a few.” Rylie said unafraid then promptly laid her head back on his chest and fell asleep.

Brad laughed delighted by his incorrigible girl.

Friday again, the end to another work week…the beginning of a weekend that will seem far too short. Hope yours is lovely.  The erotic thriller I co-wrote with Jack Crosby releases next Friday! Stay tuned for details!

Sweet Agony

She lay on her back spread wide open her thighs tied to the foot posts with her butt hanging over the edge of the bed.  A blind fold covered her eyes so she couldn’t watch and anticipate his actions.  She was completely open to him and anything he wanted to do to her, a delicious shiver of anticipation slid through her at the thought and she knew her folds were glistening with arousal.

Then she felt him standing between her thighs, and something stroked lightly over her vulva making her give a soft moan of delight that turned to a cry when it left only to return and deliver a sharp strike to the vulnerable area.

It was the small wooden spoon from the kitchen she realized as it began to slap all across the bare lips of her pussy leaving stinging fire in its wake. “Aaaahhhhh…ooohoo…ahhh.”

The slightly wet popping sounds stopped for a moment and she waited almost holding her breath for the next swat but instead gentle fingers slid over her stinging skin then parted her folds to delve into her wetness.  Fingers fluttered softly over her clit then teased the opening of her hungry channel. Soft whimpering moans of pleasure came from her as he teased her and then with a shock another hard swat landed making her yelp in surprise.

This time ten quick swats peppered her tender flesh making her legs automatically jerk against her bindings in an effort to pull them together, then those clever fingers opened her folds up again and she sighed with remembered pleasure only to cry out when instead of a teasing caress the spoon slapped down directly on her swollen clit.

“Oooowwww!” she cried when it snapped down on her tender bud four more times. Then his mouth closed over her to suck her little nub deep as two fingers sank into her wet heat.  “Ooohooo…yesss….ooohhh please…” she cried everything in her straining to press up to meet his mouth.

He worked her with his mouth until she was right on the edge of cumming, then the spoon slapped down again and again, somehow the pain morphing into a pleasure as he rhythmically spanked her swollen wet cleft, each swat driving her need higher and higher.

When three fingers slid deep inside her as the spoon struck down on her clit hard she shot over the edge and came with a scream, her inner walls clamping down hard on his thrusting fingers.

“Good girl,” he told her as he continued to drive his fingers in and out of her sore pussy in a pounding rhythm that felt so good it was almost painful in itself. “Again.”

Then his tongue was flickering over her abused clit as his fingers drove in and out of her without mercy.  He lifted his head and slapped her clit with two fingers. “Do you know what I’m going to do when you cum little girl?”

A shuddering moan escaped her, “No sir.”

“I’m going to fuck this naughty little pussy hard,” he told her as he slapped her clit again before sucking it back between his lips and worrying it with his teeth. She exploded again around his fingers her hips bucking helplessly against his face.

Again he held her open but this time the spoon landed on her wet opening, each swat sending white hot pain through her that was somehow wrapped in pleasure…the two entwining so sweetly she almost couldn’t differentiate between tge sensations wracking her body.

“Please…please…please,” she cried as she thrashed her head against the bed and then the broad head of his cock was being fit to her sore opening and he shoved in deep without preamble.

“Oooh yes!” The spanking had rendered her pussy sensitive beyond belief, magnifying the sweet agony of his possession to heights she’d never known.

“So tight,” he groaned as he slammed in hard to the hilt. She shivered and moaned as his thick cock stretched her wide giving her no time to adjust to his invasion before withdrawing and pounding inside again.

The feel of his cock impaling her as his pelvis slapped against her sore lips making her hungry for more.

“Do you like the feel of my cock filling up that tight little pussy?” he asked.

She groaned, partly embarrassed and partly delighted by his dirty words, “Yes…”

“Tell me what you like,” he commanded.

“I love the way your cock feels pounding in and out of my sore pussy. Make me feel you when I breath tomorrow,” she begged softly as he began to take her even harder, his fingers spreading her lips wide to expose her swollen clit once more.

The spoon fell down hard and fast on her clit as he took her without mercy giving her no quarter as she came with a scream spanking and fucking her through that orgasm and sending her staight into another until the pleasure  seemed unending.

He demanded everything she had and she gave it without hesitation. He took it all because her pleasure belonged to him.

He began to grind against her sore mound, the head of his cock rubbing a spot deep inside until she came one final time with a keening cry and he emptied inside her.

Still planted deep inside her quivering body, he freed her bonds and removed the blind fold before withdrawing. “Lick me clean,” he commanded.

She smiled up at him as she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth licking and sucking him clean with relish. She loved the soreness between her thighs and the way she still felt him every time she moved.

He sighed in pleasure as he ran his fingers through her hair, “Such a good girl.”

It’s Friday again! Yay! It’s been a long week. Under Leo’s Hands has had it’s second round of edits and is back in the hand of my publisher.  Hopefully we’re only a couple of weeks from the release! I hope you enjoy today’s offering.  Happy reading! ~No

Release

She shivered as she waited naked bent over the edge of the edge of the bed. The cool air blowing across her skin raised gooseflesh on her bottom. She felt so vulnerable with her legs spread wide so every part of her was visible to him.

A slow hot flush came up from her neck to fill her face as she thought about him studying her naked form, the tell-tale fluid leaking down her thighs revealing her excitement.

They’d discussed the scene a few days ago and though the thought of what was coming was exciting she also had little knot of trepidation in her belly. She took a deep breath and reminded herself she needed this…needed it badly.

The he was there, his pant legs brushing against the back of her thighs, his warm palm coming down to rest on the small of her back. “Are you ready?”

“Yes sir,” she said on a breathless whisper.

“Five with the cane right?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” she couldn’t help the soft whimper that escaped her. They were just doing a few with the cane to help her overcome her fears. Then they would move on to her actually punishment, some of which she would thoroughly enjoy.

She heard a swish and then a line of fire rose across the lower part of her bottom cheeks. An involuntary jerk went through her as another stroke fell just below the first. The third stroke was a little harder than the first two but nothing she couldn’t handle. The fourth was firmer and the last made her gasp and she just almost reached back to grab her stinging bottom…almost…but she knew better.

“On your back and spread your thighs wide for me,” he instructed.

Getting into position she did as she was told knowing her face was flaming red because of the way she was exposing her wet lips to his interested gaze. He held up the small wooden spoon with an evil smile.

Then the spoon was falling on the wet lips of her vulnerable pussy making her yelp as he methodically filled the entire surface with stinging heat. She couldn’t help crying out a little as her poor lips grew hotter under his attentions.

“Spread your pussy lips for me,” he told her and she groaned in mortification.

Catching a sore lip in each hand she stretched herself open, exposing the swollen bud of her clit. She jerked involuntarily as the spoon bit into her sensitive nub. “Oooh,” she yelped as the spoon fell five times in quick succession leaving her gasping as her clit began to throb.

The pain morphed into an almost desperate need as he clit swelled up in response to his thorough pussy spanking.

He stepped back and unfastened his pants freeing his burgeoning erection. She moved from the bed to her knees in front of him conscious of the stinging throb in her lady bits and the slick moisture coating her thighs. Her bottom also stung a little from the licks with the cane.

With a soft sigh of submission she leaned forward and caught the head of his cock between her lips, licking and sucking the broad head…enjoying the feel of him in her mouth…the taste of pre-cum on her tongue.

He didn’t allow her much time to enjoy teasing the head of his cock before his fisted her hair and drove into her throat.  Tears formed in her eyes as he began to forcefully drive in and out of her as she did her best to suck and lick even while she gagged at the invasion.

She choked a little when he drove deep and held himself still deep inside her throat, his groin pressed tightly against her nose. Then he withdrew and drove back inside reminding her to suck.

She felt him swell against her tongue as he began to take her mouth faster and then he stiffened and she greedily swallowed every drop of his seed as he came. Gently sucking him empty and then licking him clean before sitting back on her heels to look up at him.

“Good girl, you took that well.” He told her.

She smiled, warmth filling her at his praise.

“Back over the end of the bed,” he said.

She immediately got back into position settling in with another soft sigh as his broad palm found the small of her back again…the connection grounding her as he raised the small wooden paddle in his hand high.

“Owww!” she yelped as the first crack rent the air and he began to settle into a familiar rhythm as he painted her ass several shades of red.  Again and again his paddle fell until a soft sob escaped her and she gave into the tears she’d been holding at bay.

He immediately dropped the paddle, giving her back a gentle rub as she calmed.  He ass was on fire; her pussy still burned and throbbed when he gave a soft command.

She immediately climbed up on the bed pressed her chest to the mattress with her legs spread wide. Then he was behind her, his fingers stroking into her wet heat making her moan wantonly and press back against him. The feel of his fingers brought a combination of pleasure and pain to her over sensitive flesh, but then he pulled away and she knew he was coating his cock in her juices.

When the broad head of his cock rest against her tight ass hole she pressed back and took a deep breath. He drove deep on the first thrust as her muscles strained and stretched to accommodate his length and girth.

The painful stretch hurt at first but quickly morphed into pleasure once he was fully seated inside her. Then he began to move and she found herself bucking back to meet every pounding thrust, revealing this ultimate possession.

He took her without mercy his hands catching her hair and pulling her head back as he rode her hard. The pleasure grew with every thrust…as he got more and more vigorous his balls began to slap against her over sensitive clit driving her pleasure higher until with a scream of pleasure she clamped down tight on his cock and milked his own orgasm from him.

He cleaned her gently as she floated on a cloud of release…all the tensions and stress she’d been carrying a thing of the past…leaving her to fly free.