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Rendered by Susannah Shannon

“Note to self, thought Cass, “Spanx don’t protect you from spanks…”
“Cass may be the cook, but Killian wields the wooden spoon.”
If you can’t stand the heat…
Cass and her beloved Killian are in Chicago filming her new cooking show. Being the star of her own TV show does not keep Cass Harper-Nelson from being herself which means she flies by the seat of her (often rather toasty) pants. Her wit and down-to-earth manner has her making new friends and embracing a former enemy when she goes head to head with an adversary from her past.
How does a conflicted, feisty submissive embrace all that life has to offer while dueling with Men’s Rights Activists? Trust her loving husband to make sure the beloved cook learns what happens when you jump out of the frying pan into the fire.
Friends from Slick Trench, Alaska, visit and a new venture is embraced. Rendered features all the love, heat, belly laughs and scrumptious recipes that are a feature of the Cass series.

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women.
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Excerpt

“Bend over the bed and wait for your husband.”
Oh my. She stretched her back—she had a kink between her shoulders. The thought made
her giggle. “Kink in my ass, more like it.” She hesitated. She was still dressed, but he hadn’t told
her to do anything about it. She grabbed a pillow and lay across it allowing her bottom to crest
sky high. She had to to stand on her toes to do this. Very vulnerable indeed. His thigh pressed
against her. “Good girl, very good girl.” He smoothed her skirt over her curves. HIs hands roved
over her and then with a suddenness that stole her breath, a hard spank landed on her left cheek.
He moved all over her bottom, hard and fast. She tried to control her breathing, to relax into it.
To surrender. How could something you wanted so much be so hard to do? Her ass was getting
hot and it was getting harder not to squirm. She was beginning to think she couldn’t take
anymore when he suddenly stopped. He helped her stand. He kissed along her neck. He stripped
her. Efficiently and quietly.
Not a word was spoken. Her shirt and bra were tossed onto the chair. Skirt yanked down.
Panties peeled off. He kissed the side of her waist, taking his time moving the flat of his tongue
over her curves. He lifted her back unto the bed and buried his face between her legs, claiming
her with his mouth. She tried to be ladylike, but she failed, grinding up against him begging for
release. He gave it to her and she rode the orgasm like a tsunami. Her head was still spinning
when he turned her back over the pillow, her legs stretched out behind her. He kissed between
her shoulder blades, nipping the center cleft. His hands moved under her, cupping her breasts and
tweaking her nipples. She shuddered with desire. He settled on the edge of the bed and reached
over her. She felt the paddle make a circle on her flesh. The first slap was feather light. He was
arousing, not correcting. Little whaps against her warm skin. The leather grew warm and melded
with her skin, glowing. She was glowing, she felt it. Radiance poured from her heart, and
through her pussy. She felt her energy pulsing like the tide. She was aware of her connection to
her man and their being nestled by the universe. Love was powerful and she loved him so so
much. She became aware of Killian rubbing her back. “Cass? Baby? You with me?”
She nodded. She was on the edge of something huge. “More,” she whispered. “Please,
please. More.”

Yummy, now that was delicious! I’ve already got my copy. Have you gotten yours? Happy reading! ~Mo

Once again another week rolls by…TGIF…have a fantabulous weekend and as always, happy reading! ~Mo

Safe Haven

I ached…I missed the feel of your arms around me…the touch of your hand on my face…once you filled my world with sunshine and laughter…I was left with emptiness and a hollow feeling that echoed through my soul.

I stood alone at the edge of your grave, staring at the stone I picked so carefully for you…my love…my best friend…my Dom.  People asked me how I was doing…did I need help with anything…they don’t understand I lost more than my husband.

I’d been cast adrift…floating through and angry sea without an anchor. I was lost…lost and sad…I’d been alone so long.

I knelt at the foot of your headstone…rubbing a hand over the smooth cool marble, my fingers sinking into your name etched across it abrading my fingers…a bit of roughness to go with the smooth…not unlike you.

A soft smile came over me as I remembered, the feel of your firm hand applying much needed discipline to my posterior. Lord but I’d missed that too…you taking me firmly in hand then reminding me who I belonged to…I could almost feel you filling me and a pulse springs to life between my legs in answer to the sensory memory.

I shook my head to chase away the memories that I could completely lose myself in if allowed it. Today is for the living.

I allowed myself to stay with you in the past for almost five years but then I met him, Callum…he decided to help me wake up from the dream of you.

“You can’t live in the past little one…his ghost cannot keep you warm or spank that naughty bottom when you need it,” he’d told me.

At first he made me angry…I didn’t want to let go of you…I still needed you…but slowly he began to get through to me; reminding me that you would not have wanted this for your babygirl.

You would have wanted me to go on living and loving as hard as it was to face.

“You would like Callum,” I said softly, the sound of my voice sounding strange in this sacred place. “He’s a lot like you. He’s handsome and loves to laugh but knows when I need to be taken in hand as well. He might even spank harder than you.”

I blushed when I voiced that thought aloud and looked around nervously in case someone had come upon me to visit their beloved. I was relieved to find myself still alone with you. Callum waited for me in the car but I knew he would give me all the time I needed.

“We got married today,” I choked up on those words…not because I was unhappy with Callum…I loved him just as much as I loved you…but the words were like the final nail in your coffin. Our time was at an end.
Though we said goodbye long ago…it suddenly felt very fresh. I was no longer yours…I was his…you would never be forgotten but I had to move on…to live.

“Goodbye my love,” I said quietly, pressing a kiss to my fingertips and laying them against your name.  Then I drew myself up to walk towards my future…my Callum.

***

You looked over at me as I slid into the car next to you, “You okay baby?”

I teared up suddenly feeling as fragile as a snowflake drifting towards the earth. You opened your arms and I flung myself across the car into them. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

You smiled against my hair as you rocked me gently against you, your warm hard body filling me with your strength. “Saying goodbye is always hard baby, and it’s okay to cry…to feel…it doesn’t alter what you feel for me or what we have. That’s the wonderful thing about love…it stretches and grows the more you give the more you have.”

I relaxed against you, I had to be the luckiest woman on the planet…you understood me so completely; everything would be okay. I would always love Jacob but he was my past, a sweet memory but you were my now…my future and you were right there was plenty of room in my heart for you both.

“I know exactly what you need,” you told me as you put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb.

I leaned back in my seat content in the knowledge that you would care for me and give me whatever it was I needed even when I didn’t know what that was, “Good.”

When we arrived home, you ushered me into the house with your hand in the small of my back.  You led me straight to the back of the couch and bent me over it. I looked at you over my shoulder with a puzzled frown. “Why?”

You smiled reassuringly at me, “Because it’s what you need.”

Then you pulled my pants and panties down and completely off, leaving me bare from the waist down to the cool air of the room. I felt goose bumps spring up on my skin…whether in response to you or the temperature I wasn’t sure.

Your hand skimmed lightly over my upturned bottom leaving a delicious shiver in its wake before the warmth of your skin left and returned hard and fast with a resounding slap that echoed throughout the house.

“Owwww!” I yelped, barely registering the pain of the first swat before it was followed with several more that left me gasping for air. You were spanking me almost as hard as you would in punishment and soon you had to place your other hand in the small of my back to keep me in position. Again and again your hand fell until I sank into the couch cushions beneath my belly and gave a wail of surrender…sobbing in sorrow and in joy for today they went hand in hand.

Then you spread me open and filled me with your cock, stretching me open almost painfully as you drove inside to the hilt. I moaned at the pleasure and pain of our joining, while at first my inner muscles protested the intrusion they quickly softened around you accepting you and welcoming you home.

You took me hard, hammering into me so deep that when I exploded around you I felt the orgasm deep in my womb. I shivered with delight when you followed me and your hot seed splashed against my inner walls.

When our breathing slowed you pulled free and lifted me in your arms carrying me to our bedroom where you laid me on my back and came down over me.

I looked up at you, your hands cupping the back of my head. “I love you, more than you could ever know.”

Your words rolled over me, caressing me deep inside and soothing my soul. You were my safe haven…my anchor…you held me in the palm of your hand.

Another week gone, I feel like I’ll blink and the year will be over. I hope this Friday finds you healthy and ready for the weekend. Happy reading! ~Mo

Chopsticks

She stood on the balls of her feet, her hands secured above her, forcing her breasts high in offering. The small soft leather flogger fell again and again on her left breast making her back arch as her nipples grew tighter and tighter in response. It stung but it also felt good sending zings straight to her clit.

She titled her head down so she could watch as he methodically brought her entire breast to a light flush of pink. It felt swollen and achy with need; she wanted to feel his mouth on her sucking hard but instead he switched his attentions to the right breast

Each stroke increased her need, wringing moan after moan from her lips as he ensured both breasts had a matching shade of pink before stopping.

A gentle hand ran through her hair, as he reached up to check her bonds and make sure they hadn’t gotten too tight. “You okay baby?”

“Yes Sir,” she said huskily. Gasping a little as he picked up one of the pair of chopsticks he’d prepared earlier. The chopsticks were bound together with rubber bands on each end; he pulled them slightly apart then let them clamp down on her left nipple. Instant pain made her back bow before it subsided to an intensely pleasurable ache. She shivered and gave a high pitched moan as the other pair of chopsticks was secured to her right nipple.

Her breasts felt heavy the pleasure pain in the sensitive tips causing a gush of fluid to leak from her throbbing center, she could feel the wetness trickling down her inner thighs. 

He picked up a larger flogger, the one she loved…it left a sting but not as intense as even a hand spanking. It just woke every nerve in her body up and made it sing for him.

The flogger began to fall rhythmically across her buttocks and thighs. Over and over it fell until her breath came in little mewling gasps, then he played it over her back as well. She wanted him to possess her with every fiber of her being; needed him to take her hard. Her clit throbbed in time with her pulsing channel…suddenly needing him to fill her emptiness with his thick shaft more than her next breath. 

His hand ghosted down her back and over her bottom, making her shiver in response…her skin was so incredibly sensitive. Everything he’d done to this point had built her need higher and higher until her body was one sweet ache. She wanted to beg for his cock but knew better, sometimes he made her wait even longer for relief if she begged.

He walked in front of her with a devilish glint in his eyes; he looked at her watching her reactions as he twisted the chopsticks on the left breast counter clockwise and the right clockwise.

“Oooohooo,” she cried, as her already tightly pinched nipples were twisted around then he let them go and the chopsticks snapped into place. “Ahhhhh…ooowww…”

She was beyond words…he’d taken her to a place of raw need…need that only he could assuage.

Then he pulled the chopsticks on her left nipple slightly apart before letting them snap closed on her abused nipple again. Pain made a tear fall from her eye before it morphed into pleasure that was almost too much.

She held her breath when the evil sticks snaps back on her other nipple, a strangled moan escaping her as he removed both the make shift clamps, sending temporary agony through her then he sucked her lift nipple deep as he rubbed the right between his fingers, both soothing her and yet causing her belly to cramp with desire.

Soon her swollen nipples and clit seemed to throb together, when he lifted her thighs and spread her wide she almost cried in relief as she felt the head of his cock playing in the slick heat of her entrance.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his own voice raspy in need.

“Yes Sir,” she panted, then yelled her pleasure when he drove inside her to the hilt, filling her completely. The delicious stretching of her tender inner walls was welcome, as he held her still and began pounding in and out of her relentlessly.

It only took four deep thrusts before she catapulted over the edge, screaming her pleasure. He continued to take her hard, giving no respite; instead sending her from one peak straight to another.

Each time he thrust inside her his pelvis slammed into her clit, it was as if her entire body was open to him taking him soul deep.

He held her with hands cupping her shoulders, her back resting against his arms as he continued his almost punishing rhythm. “Cum for me again babygirl, give me what’s mine!”

He commanded as he lunged even deeper than before now each stroke sending the head of his cock against her cervix. Her body shook and shivered as she exploded around him, fluid gushing from her core and bathing his cock as she clamped down hard milking him.

With a muffled shout against her breast he shot ribbons of seed deep inside her making her moan. Each hot spurt of his essence caressing her inner walls and sending aftershocks of pleasure through her.

Slowly he pulled free, making them both groan and he lowered her shaky legs to the ground so he could undo her bonds.  He caught her before her knees buckled and lifted her high in his arms, kissing her lightly on the top of the head.

“You did very well,” he praised her and she was filled with a happy glow. The pleasure of pleasing him almost overshadowing the intensity of what they’d shared. He was her everything and she was his.

She laid her head against him wishing she could rest there in his arms forever.  He was her shelter from the storm. He kept her safe…he understood her…he loved her…he gave her pain…he gave her pleasure…he gave her peace.

May this Friday find you healthy, ready to face the world. Hope you enjoy today’s offering. Happy reading! ~Mo

Control

She gave a shivery sigh as the feather slid down her spine in a light caress. The feather continued its journey until it played along the shallow cleft of her ass. She whimpered and moved to part her thighs in invitation.

A sharp swat landed hard and fast low on the under curve of her left bottom cheek, bringing her up on her toes with a gasp.

“Do not move,” he said sternly.

“Yes Sir,” was her breathless answer.

The feather returned to its teasingly faint strokes over her sensitive skin, the blindfold over her eyes seeming to make the sensations more intense. She was tied over a saw horse, her hands secured in front of her to each leg, her breasts dangling free exposed to the cool air of the room.

The feather began to circle her left nipple, she moaned as it tightened into a pouty bud desperate for more intense stimulation. It circled around and around the tip until a little mewling cry escaped her and then the sharp point of the quill lightly raked across the tip wringing a strangled moan of pleasure from her.

Then it was gone, leaving her adrift…her body aching for more…evidence of her need leaking down the insides of her thighs. It was both a relief and agony when the feather returned to give her right nipple the same attention.

All too soon she was left hanging over the horse…her need growing with every fleeting caress…the ghost of his breath across her skin…the scent of him filling her senses and wrapping around her until she couldn’t keep silent any longer, “Please!”

“I don’t believe I gave you permission to do anything but feel little one. Did I ask you to voice your need?” he asked.

“No Sir,” she said softly, knowing she broke too soon in the game.

“Then why did I hear your sweet little voice?” the question was one she knew he wanted her to answer.

“I’m sorry, I was disobedient,” she replied.

“Yes you were. What should I do about that?” he asked almost conversationally.

“Please spank my bare bottom,” she whispered the words that once would have mortified her to her core even while they thrilled her; now it was only another facet of what she needed from him. Her breath began to come in pants in anticipation of what was to come.

When his hand finally fell it startled her, leaving a hot sting in its wake, she didn’t have to wait any longer. His hand began to fall hard and fast in no discernible rhythm, leaving no place on her backside untouched. The stinging heat grew and spread to other areas, her clit throbbing in time with each and every swat.

Her cries were a mixture of pain and ecstasy, her inner muscles clenching on air as her desperation to be filled became almost painful. She wanted to beg…but knew that was not his aim today.

Today she was learning to control herself, to hold back her pleas and just accept everything he gave her…absorb the feelings of each and every moment. He’d told her it wasn’t a race to the finish line, the journey was the important part and today she would focus on each and every second of that trip to paradise.

His hand slapped down just below her bare mound, she cried out as pleasure crashed through her…another slap and she was teetering on the edge of something incredible.

The next slap failed to fall, she held her breath for the space of a heartbeat but instead the feather teased its way back down her back again. Tears of frustration and unfulfilled desire wet the blindfold covering her eyes as she shuddered completely overcome with her need to be filled with him…all she could think about was his cock ramming into her over and over again.

When the feather left her skin again every fiber of her ached with need so intense it was pain in itself.

Her breath caught in her throat when his tongue stroked through her slit, coasting up from her asshole and circling her aching clit. A keening wail was her response as her body began to shake, her thighs quivering as he sucked the sensitive bud between his lips and worried it with his teeth.

She shot over the edge with a high pitched scream of unbridled pleasure. He left her again as she came hard, moving behind her to slam into her to the hilt before the last ripple of pleasure ended. He drove her from one peak straight into another ramming his cock in and out of her like a jack hammer.

The pleasure seemed unending as she shot from one orgasm to another until her cries were little more than silent gasps of air. The head of his cock began to pound into her cervix with every thrust as he changed the angle of his entry, cupping a sore butt cheek in each hand he spread her wide open to enable him to get as deep as possible.

Tingles ran up and down her spine from the tips of her toes to the top of her head until it left even her scalp alive with sensation. Something almost frightening in its intensity built inside her…she wanted to beg him to stop…beg him to never stop but was unable to form any words at all as she simple felt…simply was the moment.

When his teeth clamped down on her shoulder as his made one final lunge, she came apart at the seams…exploding into a million fragments as white light seemed to burst around the edges of her blindfold.

The orgasm seemed to go on and on, her inner muscles locking down  tight on his pulsing cock as if her body wanted to  milk him dry. Every splash of his hot seed on her vaginal walls seeming to magnify the moment and the pleasure.

Tears now fell freely down her face as he pulled free of her body and removed the blindfold. He smiled down at her and gently stroked her cheek before untying her hands.

“Good girl,” he told her as he lifted her against his chest and then sat down with her cuddled in his arms.

She sighed in contentment and snuggled in, glad to be home.

Happy Friday!!!! We made it through another week and are heading into a three day weekend. It’s hard to believe September is upon us and we are at the last end of the year. Time for cool weather, the scent of burning leaves and Friday night lights. I hope you enjoy this week’s story. Happy reading! ~Mo

Masterful Invasion

I wait in the corner arousal already slicking my thighs, it doesn’t matter that I am in trouble and soon I will be regretting my actions. Even though I know I will be getting a hard punishment spanking, my skin is flushed and achy while my clit is hard and throbbing.

This seems to happen no matter what, my body responds to you like Pavlov’s dog, whether you are threatening or playful…tender or firm…merciful or harsh…my body prepares itself for your possession.

The thrilling mastery that will play out like a concerto…no matter how you touch me, my body will sing as you play me like the finest violin.

I hear you behind me and shiver in anticipation. The heat of you warms my naked back and it’s all I can do not to lean into your body.  Your arms come around my middle and pull me back against you.

I feel your breath in my hair as you speak, “You’ve been a very naughty girl.” The deep tones of your voice wash through me in an invisible caress.

“Yes Sir,” I whisper, it seems wrong to speak loudly in this moment.

“Why did you do it?” you asked, and my shoulders slumped a little at the hurt in your voice. “Why would you ever leave town without telling me? Much less asking permission?”

I look at the floor, still facing away from you. “I just…you’ve been working so much…and I’ve missed you and I…,”

“Do you know how worried I was when I came home and you were gone?” you didn’t raise your voice but I could hear the underlying disappointment.

I spun around in your arms and looked up at you as tears filled my eyes, “I’m sorry! I know it was wrong…I just wanted your attention…I knew I would be in trouble but I didn’t think about how it would make you feel…I’m so sorry.”

“So you took off on an overnight trip to the casinos without telling me, knowing I would come home to an empty house and be worried because you wanted my attention?” you asked one brow raised incredulously.

“Yes Sir,” I said rather miserably, staring at the middle button of your shirt.

“Well little girl you’re about to get more attention than you bargained for,” you said sternly, catching me firmly by the arm and pulling me after you to our bed. You didn’t say anything else as you sat down and pulled me face down over your lap.

Apparently the time for discussion was at an end because you hand started falling hard and fast in a relentless rhythm on my vulnerable posterior. There was no warm up you spanked hard from the very first thought wringing soft mewling cries of protest from my lips.

On and on you spanked while I writhed in place over your knee promising never to do such a thing again.

“I intend to make sure you don’t,” you said ominously, lifting me to my feet and bending me over the bed. “You stay right where you are young lady, I’m getting the beast.”

I shot straight up my hands going back to cup my already throbbing bottom, “Please don’t! I’m sorry…I promise I won’t do it again!”

I hated the beast with everything in me; it was a long thick school style paddle that covered almost my whole bottom with every swat. I had named it the beast after the one and only time you’d used it on me.

You looked at me with a raised brow again and simple pointed at the bed. I whimpered and bent back over with my bottom arched high while you fetch the evil implement from the closet.

When your hand came down to rest in the small of my back I relaxed, soothed by your touch. Then a loud crack filled the air as the long paddle fell on my already sore ass catching the whole of it at once and bringing me up on my toes.

The paddle fell eleven more times in quick succession leaving a fire behind that would not soon be extinguished. I sobbed into the seats until you lifted me to stand in front of you and wrapped me in your comforting embrace.

You rocked to and fro as I cried into the front of your shirt, “Don’t ever scare me like that again baby.”

You rocked to and fro as I cried into the front of your shirt, “Don’t ever scare me like that again baby.”

“Yes Sir,” I told him. “I really am sorry.”

“Did you get the attention you were looking for?” you asked me.

I vigorously shook my head, “No Sir.”

“What did you want?”

I blushed as one hand came up to toy with your shirt buttons, “You.”

A firm hand cupped my chin, “Baby you’ve always got me. Even when I’m at work, you’ve got me. Why did you feel the need to misbehave?”

“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully, though I had wanted your attention I was at a loss as to why I’d pushed you so far.

“I think you need more regular discipline, from now on we will have a maintenance night. I intend to keep you on the straight and narrow young lady,” you informed me as you stepped away from me to pull off your shirt and drop your pants. I watched you eagerly my body pulsing with need.

You sat back down on the bed and held out your hand, smiling at me as I took it and pulled me to stand in front of you. “I spanked you hard, are you still wet for me?”

I blushed and nodded.

You sank two fingers into the copious wetness between my thighs, “What a naughty little girl I have.” Your grin made me smile in return as  you pulled me astride your thighs, your hands coming up to cup my tender bottom and pulling me down to impale me to the hilt on your waiting cock.

My bowed with pleasure as you filled me completely, stretching me wide in an instant not giving my tender tissues anytime to adjust to your masterful invasion. You felt so good inside me, giving me exactly what I needed from you. Everything.

“Oooh,” I moaned as you gripped my ass hard and began working me up and down your thick cock until my head fell back and I screamed your name as I came undone.

You lifted me up almost completely off your cock and slammed me back down again as you hammered up into me over and over again until I came a second time, my body clamping down on yours.

You rammed into me once more then held me down our bodies joined tightly together as you rocked me on you, my clit hitting your pelvic bone as you ground up into me against a spot high inside until I shattered completely. My body squeezing you and milking you until you emptied into me; each splash of your hot seed against my inner walls sending another aftershock of pleasure shuddering through me, leaving me sagging against you as we enjoyed the aftermath of our shared bliss.

Perfect in that moment in our love for one another, you had punished me and forgiven my misbehavior; my world was complete and at peace.

We fell back onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, our bodies still joined as we held each other and drifted to sleep.

Hi! Thank you for having me over on your blog today to help promote my new short story, The Little Sleepover!!

In this snippet, Robert is offering some aftercare to Juliana after the spanking that she has just received.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Everything is forgiven.”

We sat there like that for a bit. I petted her hair and rubbed her back as she cried. When she finally settled down, she whimpered a bit when she wiggled her bottom against the rough fabric of my jeans.

“Is your bottom very sore?”

She nodded, sticking her lower lip out, giving me her ‘puppy dog’ face.

“Sweetie, I want you to go stand in the corner and think about what you’ve done. I don’t want you touching your bottom at all.”

“Yes, Sir.”

She climbed off my lap, her red butt swaying back and forth as she made her way to the corner.
When I was sure that she was settled there, I stood up and headed toward Samantha’s little room.

When I reached it, I found a similar sight to the one I had just left. Samantha was standing in a corner with a very red bottom. Jackson was sitting on the side of the bed, watching her.

When he saw me, he stood up and we went into his office.

“Everything all right with Juliana?”

“Yes. She won’t be misbehaving if she comes over here for another sleepover again. Is Samantha okay?”

“Yep. I’ve made certain she’ll be a well-behaved little girl the next time she’s having a sleepover with Juliana.”

“I think our little girls learned their lesson. I want to rub some lotion into Juliana’s bottom. Do you have any?”

“Yeah. It’s on my counter in the bathroom.”

“Thanks, man.”

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The Little Sleepover Blurb
When twenty-five-year-old Samantha Briggs invites her best friend and fellow little Juliana over for a sleepover, Juliana’s daddy drops her off at Samantha’s house with stern instructions to be a good girl and obey Samantha’s daddy.

The evening is filled with coloring, cartoons, baking cookies, and giggling, and when it’s time for bed Samantha and Juliana decide they aren’t done having fun. But after they’re caught jumping on the bed late at night, they soon find their bottoms bared for a sound spanking as they are reminded what happens to naughty girls who disobey their daddies.

Publisher’s Note: The Little Sleepover is a short story set in the world of Little Samantha’s Choice and Learning to Be Little Again. It includes spankings, age play, and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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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 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…

It’s that time again and as promised I have a brand spanking new story for you! Happy reading! ~Mo

Dirty Bird

Megan glared at the cockatiel currently flirting with its shadow on her wall clock; stupid horny bird. Why had she agreed to bird sit in her shop of all places?

That way Sully won’t be alone all day, her sister had said. Taking a deep breath Megan moved in again to put a finger under the bird so she could return him to his cage. Sully immediately hissed and squawked at her before flying across the room. She followed muttering under her breath; that bird was probably crapping on everything in the store.

“Sully! Come down from there right now!” she stood underneath the exit sign where he was perched and yelled up at him.

Sully cocked his head and bobbed it up and down looking at her out of one eye, “What you doing?” he asked.

“You know very well what I’m doing you little shit!” she hissed up at the crazy bird.

“Squawk! Little shit! Little shit! Sully’s a little shit!” he yelled down at her before flying away again.

“Sully!” Megan chased him all over the store her curses mixed with “little shits” and “want to go to the kitchen?” and “what you doing?” She’d completely given up on corralling the bird when she walked back to her counter to find him inside his cage placidly eating. “You little shit!” she said as she closed the door trapping him inside.

“Little shit! Sully’s a little shit!” he parroted back on cue.

“You’re teaching your bird to cuss?” an incredulous male voice asked from directly behind her.

“He’s not my bird,” Megan said vehemently as she turned around to find one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen standing there. Tall, broad-shouldered with a strong jaw covered in five o’clock shadow and piercing blue eyes…piercing blue eyes that were looking at her rather reprovingly.

“That’s even worse young lady,” he scolded and her lady bits tingled just a bit in response. “Shame on you teaching someone else’s bird to cuss.”

“I didn’t teach him to cuss!” she said in outrage.

He raised a dark brow disapprovingly at her.

“I didn’t! He’s only been here two hours…I did call him a little shit but I didn’t teach him the phrase.” She explained, then blushed crimson as she heard a tell-tale high-pitched series of chirps, Megan didn’t turn because she knew what Sully was doing from the noises she only hope that…

“Is that bird masturbating?” the man asked, obviously shocked.

Megan sighed and turned to see Sully rocking frantically back and forth on one of the perches in his cage while emitting the obscene little chirps that meant he was getting his jollies. Shaking her head she turned back to face the man of her dreams. “Yes. He’s masturbating.”

His eyes widened as he stared down at her.

“Don’t look at me! I certainly didn’t teach him that!” she exclaimed.

“Well it’s hardly normal,” he said with a suspicious twinkle in his eye.

Megan blushed even more and tried to brazen out the ridiculous conversation. “Actually it’s perfectly normal. I looked it up online. It just means Sully has reached sexual maturity. The females do it to but they back up to things and rub on them…,” she finished lamely, wondering why she’d felt it necessary to give a dissertation on the masturbatory habits of birds.

The man laughed, not just a quiet chuckle but a full-bodied belly laugh loud enough to startle Sully out of his favorite activity with an outraged squawk. She stared at him for a minute and then joined in; the conversation between them had to have been one of the most bizarre in history.

He straightened back up as he wiped the tears from his eyes and offered her a hand, “I’m Sam and that was the best laugh I’ve had in I don’t know how long. Thank you.”

Megan grinned up at him, completely charmed and placed her hand in his getting a little shock of pleasure as her skin touched his, “Megan. Can I help you find something?” She said gesturing with her other hand to her shop.

Sam stared straight into her eyes not letting go of her hand and said, “I think I’ve found what I’ve been looking for all my life.”

“That was a cheesy line,” she told him even though something inside her had thrilled at the words.

“Cheesy but true,” he said pulling her close. “We may need to have a little talk about your language though.”

Megan blinked, “What do you mean?”

Sam leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Naughty girls that use bad language get spanked.”

She shivered as his words washed over her, closing her eyes and leaning in to him. “They do?”

“Yes. They get spanked on their bare bottoms. Are you a naughty girl Megan?” Sam asked.

“Yes Sir,” Megan whispered breathlessly.

“What should I do about that?” he asked.

“Spank me,” she told him softly.

“How?” Sam asked.

“Spank my bare bottom,” Megan told him as a delicious shudder ran through her.

“Bend over the counter.”

She moved quickly to bend over the counter, it was the perfect height once she went up on her toes, raising her bottom high for him as his raised her skirt to tuck it in her waist band and pulled her panties completely off, leaving her bare to the cool air of the room.

Megan moaned as his hand skimmed over her exposed bottom, enjoying his touch then his hand left and returned with a sharp swat to the left cheek. She gasped as his hand fell again several times in a row on the exact same spot before moving to the right side for more of the same.

Soon the only sound in the room was the sound of his hand falling on her vulnerable backside and the soft mewling cries escaping her lips as the intensity of the spanking grew.

Sam paused rubbing his hand over her well-heated flesh, “How’s my naughty girl doing?” He asked as his fingers lightly skimmed between her thighs and through the wetness waiting for him. “Someone is very wet. You are quite naughty.”

Megan licked her lips and rocked back trying to catch his fingers where she needed them.

“Shame on you!” he scolded before delivering another volley of swats harder than any before. “You know better young lady.”

“Yes Sir…oooohhooo…harder Sam…harder…” she cried as his hand fell harder and harder across her sit spots, each swat jolting her core with an arrow of pleasure. The last swat low on her bottom right over her lady bits sent her over the edge with a little scream.

Sam wasted no time, dropping his pants and driving into her hard and fast before the ripples of her orgasm had a chance to fade. They both groaned at the feel of the joining, and then gave into the pleasure of the moment as he took her hard and fast.

He hammered in and out of her, each inward thrust of his cock butting against her cervix until she exploded around him with a loud cry; her inner muscles squeezing him tight and milking his own orgasm from him.

Sam moaned his pleasure into her back as he came, shuddering above her before disengaging and lifting her limp form to stand so he could cuddle her close. “Baby that was so hot,” he told her before kissing her deeply.

Megan grinned up at him as they came up for air, “I hope you remembered to lock the door.”

“Of course,” he said with a wink, kissing the tip of her nose again.

“Spank my bare bottom!” Sully announced loudly.

Megan groaned, “He really is a little shit.”

“Little shit! Little shit! Sully is a little shit!”

Sam laughed, “He is indeed.”

This week for free Friday we’re revisiting a story I posted last year. I’m a tad under the weather this week so haven’t done much in the way of writing.  I’ll be back next week with an all new story. Happy reading! ~Mo

What Would You Do If I Kicked You?

I stood quietly by the bar and sipped a glass of Merlot; my eyes skimming the sea of faces for the one I was most curious about. It was my graduating class’ fifteen-year reunion.

It had been a nice evening of reminiscing, but I’d yet to see the one face I’d been wondering about since graduation. Actually if I’m completely honest with myself, I’d been wondering for much longer than that. Isn’t it odd how certain memories burn themselves into your brain and don’t let go? Such was the case with Jack, Jack Gerard, the thought of his name alone sent shivers up and down my spine. It made me feel ridiculous, we’d not exchanged three words since the eighth grade, and then we’d not shared much but the confrontation that burned itself into my very being.

I took another sip of wine as I remembered.

In the eighth grade I was going through a late version of the-I hate boys stage. I yelled at them every chance I got, teased and made fun of them, revealing in my quick wit that they hadn’t quite caught up with.

I also developed a nasty habit of kicking them when things didn’t go my way or they teased me back. I kicked hard, which often resulted in said boy whining or crying and in one instance rolling around the hall floor holding his leg. Such babies they were! Then there was Jack; he watched it all shook his head and walked away, which always resulted in making me feel a little silly. Something about the frowns he shot my way made me leery of kicking him.

Till that fateful day in Speech Class. The teacher had gone to the office for a moment and for some reason most of the class was gone as well. I was taking advantage of her absence to bedevil one of the boys in my class. I was building to a classic finish when a quiet voice spoke from directly behind me, “Knock it off Casey.”

I spun around at the interruption and was surprised to see Jack standing there, “Mind your own beeswax bucko!”

“Quit being such a brat Casey and sit down and shut up!”

I saw red and did the one thing my gut had always warned me not to try with him. I swung my leg back to deliver a good kick to his shin.

To my utter surprise and mortification he jumped slightly backwards and grabbed my leg, pulling it up to hold it next to his hip.

I gaped at him from my position balanced precariously on one leg with the other one extended fairly high. He continued to hold my leg and watch me hop around trying to keep from falling.

He looked me straight in the eye, “Will you think twice before trying to kick me again?”

I felt a hot flush fill my cheeks and looked away while nodding slightly. He held my leg aloft for another moment then let me go. I went quickly and quietly back to my seat. The boys in the classroom hooted and hollered for Jack. I spent the rest of class in embarrassed silence.

That was the last time I kicked anyone. When I saw Jack after that I ducked quickly out of sight and watched him, confused by the fluttery feeling in my tummy.

I shook my head at the memory with a smile. Now I had a better understanding of those butterflies and was dying to see if the boy from eighth grade had grown into all that masterful potential.

I sighed; it was time to stop watching for Jack and to join the mingling throng of old friends and bitter rivals. High School hierarchy was such a hoot.

It wasn’t long before I found an old group of friends and began laughing with them about old times and teasing each other about what had gone on since high school. It was turning into a fun evening.

I’d lost count of how many trips to the bar I’d made, but my glass was empty and in my estimation it was time for another. I grinned brightly at the bartender, “Another Merlot please.”

“Don’t you think you ought to try water?” A deep voice asked from the barstool next to me.

I frowned and turned to look into deep chocolate brown eyes. Oh my! He was a handsome one! The rest of him went spectacularly with those eyes. Tall and broad shouldered with dark hair, a strong jaw and a mouth with more than a hint of sensuality. I blinked and smiled, “I can handle it. I know my limits, besides I have a room here so there are no worries of driving while slightly…ummm…buzzed.”

He frowned, “I would say you were a bit more than slightly buzzed, since you just shared with a strange man that you’re staying here.”

I waved aside his concern with a laugh, “Don’t be silly. We all went to school together. It’s all perfectly safe! Although I’m not sure who you are.” I squinted and peered up at him again. “Who are you?”

A rich laugh boomed from his chest, “You haven’t changed a bit Casey.”

I took my refreshed wineglass from the bartender and pouted up at the wonderfully intriguing man beside me, “No fair! You know me and I don’t know you.”

He merely smiled plucked the wineglass from my fingers, set it on the bar and pulled me to the dance floor after him. He had me tucked tightly to him swaying on the dance floor before I could even protest. I frowned up at him, “You’re supposed to ask if I want to dance.”

“Yes, but you might have said no and I wanted to dance with you,” he spun me out and back, which made me clutch dizzily at his shoulders. “Definitely no more wine for you.”

I scowled, “Bossy Man! Who are you anyway?”

“Jack Gerard. I’m truly hurt that you don’t remember me Casey,” he smiled down at me.

A flush stole up my cheeks and the butterflies in my stomach must have had a heck of a mating season because there were tons of the little boogers zooming around in there. He had more than lived up to the promise he’d shown as a boy.

“Ahhhh…you do remember me.”

“Well…I…yes.”

“We didn’t speak much in high school. You ran ever time you saw me as I recall.”

“I did not! We…we just didn’t move in the same circles.”

Jack grinned and pulled me closer, “At least you’re not running now.”

I smiled up at him before laying my head on his chest as our bodies moved to the music. I’d never been that good a dancer but I seemed to have no problem following his lead.

Throughout the evening we talked, danced and shared the events of the last fifteen years. He was a civil engineer and did a lot of traveling. I told him about the various jobs I held before becoming a writer. Although I didn’t tell him about everything I wrote.

The evening was a great success even if I didn’t get anymore wine. Every time I got a new glass Jack found a reason to remove it from my hand and distracted me. I pretended I didn’t notice his high handedness.

At the end of the evening Jack walked me to my room, after taking the key and opening my door he pulled me close and kissed me. I felt his kiss zing all the way down to my toes and back up again.

When the spectacular kiss ended the look in his eyes as he straightened turned my legs to wax. “I’ll pick you up at eight for breakfast.”

I grabbed his arm and grinned mischievously up at him, “What would you do if I kicked you?”

The answering twinkle in his eye told me he remembered that day in the eighth grade as vividly as I did. Jack leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I take you in that room, bare your bottom and blister it.”

I gasped and went hot all over as he kissed my nose and started down the hall, “See you in the morning!” He called over his shoulder.

I watched him until he was gone from sight. Oh my!

***

The morning found me antsy, I was eager to see Jack again and see if the magic of the evening before was more than a glitch. I also found my innate curiosity piqued beyond belief. Would he really blister my bare bottom were I to through caution to the wind and kick him? God I hoped so!

Jack arrived a little after nine. He kissed me lightly then took my hand and pulled me down the hall after him without a word.

“Well good morning to you too! Are you always so chatty in the AM?”

He chuckled and pulled me close as we waited for the elevator, “I have a feeling that you are plenty chatty for both of us.”

“Hmmm…you wouldn’t by any chance be inferring that I talk to much would you?” I grinned up at him.

“For the moment I will refrain from comment,” he said placing another kiss on the tip of my nose with a grin.

We sat down in the hotel dining room and ordered breakfast. I decided to experiment a tad and crossed my legs underneath the table “accidentally” kicking Jack in the process. His eyes shot to mine, “Oh excuse me. Did I kick you? I thought it was the table leg.”

Jack gave me thoughtful look before getting back to his fascination with the perfectly sugared cup of coffee. It was interesting to watch. He would sprinkle a very small amount in the cup; stir and taste then sprinkle a little more. Several sprinkles later he sat back with a satisfied smile.

“Wouldn’t it be quicker to start with a whole spoonful?”

“Ahhhh but you see that’s the problem with people today. Quicker isn’t always better Casey,” I felt a blush begin at my ears and spread across my face as he sent me a smoldering look with that last comment.

“Yes…well…in some instances I would have to agree,” Unable to continue the heated eye contact I busily began pleating my napkin. A strong hand came across the table to cover my fidgeting fingers.

“Relax. Your perfectly safe…for the moment,” I laughed as he wriggled his brows at me with a pseudo-evil leer.

I couldn’t help crossing my legs in the other direction, “Oops! Did I kick you again? I’m so sorry.”

“Mmmm…just be sure Casey.”

I frowned as the waiter set our food before us on the table. He asked us if we needed anything else and we both declined. As soon as he was out of hearing I pounced, “Be sure of what?”

Jack sent me an enigmatic look from beneath his brows, “Be sure that you truly want the fire playing with matches can bring.”

I think that the flush spread all the way down to my pinkie toes that time, heat following quickly in its wake. Me playing with matches? The man seemed to be able to ignite flames with a glance, as well as stir the butterflies into quite a frenzy.

The rest of breakfast was a quiet affair. I was torn between wanting to strike a few more test matches and being a little afraid of the resulting fire. Jack seemed to be contemplating things of his own.

After breakfast he walked me back to my room. I let him get a little ahead of me as we approached my door; it was the moment of truth. Now or never. I took a deep breath and walked behind him timing my steps to his; waiting for the next time he lifted his foot to take a step. The minute he did I kicked him in the center of his foot. The jarring impact didn’t hurt but it sent his leg out in a wobbly reflexive kick.

I grinned and then bumped smack into his chest as he spun around, “Ooooomppphhhh.”

Firm hands gripped my upper arms, “What did I tell you Casey?”

“I…ummm…well…about what exactly?” I hedged, now perversely completely unsure this was what I really wanted.

“You know very well about what young lady.”

I continued to stare at his chest, far to chicken to look up into those dreamy chocolate eyes, “It wasn’t really a kick.”

“Just like those weren’t really kicks in the restaurant?” He let go of one arm to lift my chin so I had to look at him.

Once eye contact was made I was helpless to look away, “Yes.”

“You knew what would happen if you kept pushing didn’t you?”

I took a deep shuddering breath, “Yes.”

He stroked a hand down my cheek then stepped back, “Open the door Casey.”

I found myself wordlessly doing as instructed. Then we were both in my room with the door closed and I was nervously swaying from one foot to the other. Terrified he would, but even more terrified he wouldn’t.

Jack seated himself on the couch in the sitting area and held a hand out to me, “Come here Casey.”

I nervously walked to stand beside him placing my hand trustingly in his.

Without a word he guided me across his thighs. The reality of lying face down across a man’s lap was more embarrassing than I’d ever thought it would be. I gasped as my skirt was raised to my back and the cool air hit my scantily clad bottom. His hand glided across the silk of my panties before his finger hooked in the waistband and tugged them to my knees.

I squirmed in self-consciousness as he gazed down at my naked bottom.

“What did you ask me last night Casey?”

“I asked what you would do if I kicked you.”

“What did I tell you would happen if you did?”

I wondered briefly if the same rosy hue that filled my face had reached my bottom and squirmed again.

“I’m waiting Casey.”

“You said…you said that you would bring me in here bare my bottom and then blister it,” I was amazed that I had been able to say it aloud.

“What did you do this morning?”

“I…uh…might have kicked you a few times,” I gasped as his hand came down sharply on my bottom.

“Might?”

“Okay. I kicked you three times,” I said quickly thinking that this was one of those occasions when haste was good.

“What did you think would happen when you kicked me?”

“I…well…I wasn’t’ sure.”

He sat hand resting lightly on my bottom and waited, soon I could stand the silence no longer.

“Well…I thought maybe…but…”

“You weren’t completely sure I’d really spank you?”

“No,” I really couldn’t believe I was having this conversation while lying across his lap with my bare backside thrust up in the air. I squirmed again and was rewarded with another stinging slap.

“What do you think now?”

“I think you really will.”

“What do you think will happen next?” The question sent shivers all across my body.

“I think you’re going to do it.”

“Do what Casey?” The implicit demand in his voice was not to be ignored.

“You’re going to spank me.”

“Yes. Why am I going to spank you?”

Oh god. Didn’t we just cover this? I was mortified but knew I had to answer, “Because I kicked you.”

Apparently discussion time was at an end because his hand began to fall repeatedly upon my bottom with stinging precision. I bucked and kicked as I cried out more with each resounding smack. There was definitely a fire being lit and it was a hot one. Jack covered every inch of my bottom and then went back across it a second and third time. When I was sure my butt couldn’t get any hotter he tilted me forward and delivered several stingers to the tender under curve of my posterior.

Then suddenly it was over and I was upright again, cuddled close to his chest. He’d settled me against him with my scorched bottom between his legs. Jack stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head before tilting my chin up so he could look in my eyes, “Did you find what you were looking for?”

I felt tears fill my eyes and bit my lower lip before nodding, “I think so…I hope so.”

“Don’t cry Casey. You weren’t the only one looking.”

I looked hopefully up at him, “Really?”

Jack smiled and wiped a stray tear from my cheek “Really, I only came to the reunion because I’ve wondered for years if you would still run at the sight of me.”

I grinned and placed kisses all along his jaw, “Nope. I kind of like the butterflies now.”

Jack laughed then pulled me tightly to him and kissed me deeply. Oh my! That fire was really starting to burn hot. I leaned into him and hoped the hotel had some good insurance.