Free Friday bonus story-Surrendering Her All


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.


A dirty bird and a spanking on free Friday

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

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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.”

Free story friday-What Would You Do If I Kicked You?

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! ~Mo11997299_428677927319523_688613171_n


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.”


“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.


“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.

Come get Properly Punished on my blog today!

Hi all I thought I’d bring you another hot excerpt from Properly Punished today! Happy reading and don’t forget to sign up for the Three M’s Newsletter for the chance to win an Amazon gift card! ~Mo


“I… can’t we talk about this?” she asked hesitantly.

“The time for talking about your fears was a week and a half ago; instead you chose to behave like a child and now you will receive a child’s consequences. But I will spank you as a woman… it’s a mate’s punishment you will receive,” he told her in an implacable tone.

Tears gathered in her eyes as she stripped off her top, then her bra and panties, leaving her completely bare to his gaze.

Dare sat down on the bed. “Place yourself across my lap.”

Taking a deep breath, Liana lay over his lap, groaning in embarrassment as he parted her legs so that one rested on either side of his thigh, leaving her completely open to him. Her upper torso was bent beneath his arm, holding her firmly in place as his hand began to pepper her backside.

He left not one inch of skin untouched, his hand falling again and again relentlessly until she was wailing beneath his arm.

Her bottom felt like it was swollen to three times its normal size by the time he was satisfied and then two fingers drove deep into her wet and aching sheath.

Liana’s sob of pain changed to one of pleasure as his fingers began to pump in and out of her in a firm rhythm. The heat and pain in her bottom seemed to entwine with the pleasure he was providing until they were one, each stroke of his hand bringing her higher and higher until she was sure she would explode with pleasure. He stopped just before she could come, and then he put her on the floor on her hands and knees.

She whimpered a plea as she pressed her chest to the floor, spreading her legs wide for him. It was an invitation it seemed he could not resist as he fitted the head of his cock to her slick opening and slammed home in one hard thrust.

Constance Masters is in the house and naughty girls will be spanked for Trickery!

Constance Masters is here to talk about her new book, Trickery.  She’s brought a delicious spanky scene, let’stake a look.

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Morgan King is a 23 year old virgin who has never had a proper boyfriend. The fussy young woman longs to meet a man everything like the heroes in the spanking romance novels she loves to read. When such a man comes along, Morgan is sure that he must be too good to be true and balks at actually meeting him.

Jackson Brooks is a 29 year old middle school teacher who works summers at his familys summer camp. When he gets to know Morgan on an online dating site, he is sure shes the girl for him. They are both ready to settle down and he doesnt understand why she is so hesitant to meet him in person. His confusion deepens when he finds out she has sent him a fake photo; he is not happy. With his job as director of the summer camp looming, he decides to give the elusive Morgan some  space.

Morgan is devastated when she realizes she has probably blown things with Jackson. The desperate young woman hatches a plan to get to know him secretly. She pretends to be her own mother and books herself into Sunnyvale Summer Camp under the name of Alyssa King, using her sisters birth certificate. What will happen when Jackson finds out?

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Jackson stood and walked around to her side of the desk. “Stand up.”

“What are you doing?” Morgan’s eyes were wide with disbelief but she did as he asked.

“Bend over the desk.” He moved his things out of the way and stood back while she bent over. “Stay there.”

“What are you going to do? You can’t really mean to spank me, not here. Someone will hear you!” Morgan shifted nervously, her fingers automatically tugging at the frayed hem of her shorts.

“They won’t because you will not make a sound. You are going to take what you have coming to you and you are going to be completely silent. Not one little whimper because you know you deserve every single lick.” Jackson was angry and he had to decide what to do but there was no way he could even think straight until he’d metered out at least some punishment. It was nothing compared to what he wanted to do but he had to bear in mind there were kids on the property and for the most part he had to concentrate on them. This bottom warming would have to be quick and sharp.

“But I?” Morgan squirmed uncomfortably.

“The only butt I’m interested in is the one I’m about to punish. Stay in that position and wait.” He was surprised that she did as he told her. Jackson locked his office door and walked through to his adjoining sleeping quarters to find something to spank her with. He needed something with maximum sting and yet whisper quiet. He had to remember that as far as the other councillors knew, he was holed up in here with a teenage girl. If they heard any kind of slap they could call the police and both of them could end up in jail. He took a belt out of his closet, folded it and cracked it across his palm. The sting was considerable but it was not noiseless. Could he use a rubber flip-flop? Nope, the slapping sound was distinctive and quite loud. Finally he grabbed the tilt wand from the blinds and flicked it across his hand. Perfect. It packed a good sting and was completely silent.

When he walked back into the office he was pleased to see that Morgan hadn’t moved. That was something. So her name was Morgan King. At least he could put a name, face and very soon, smacked bottom to the person he’d been talking to, at last.

“What’s that?” Morgan asked, her head shooting around and her jaw dropping with shock when she saw what he was holding.

“Bend back over.” He pressed her down slightly and pulled at her light shorts until they were buried within her crease. This left a pleasing amount of her naked butt cheeks on show.

“I’m scared,” Morgan whimpered into her arm.

“Good, you deserve to be scared.”

“I’m sorry Jackson, I really am.”

Jackson had to steel himself. “I’m going to spank your sassy, dishonest behind hard with this, plastic whatever it is, because you have put both of us at risk of being in terrible trouble with the law. You haven’t even had a criminal record check. My brother and sister in-law could lose their business. All because you didn’t think about anyone but yourself.”

“And I’m not a criminal!”

“I didn’t say you were but it is against the law to work wth kids without the proper checks.”

“I just wanted to get to know you.” Morgan was crying and he hadn’t even smacked her yet.

“There were better ways than this to get to know me.”

“I can see that now!”

“Hush,” he whispered.

Jackson raised his hand and brought the fiery little stick down hard across both plump cheeks. He would have loved for the first time he spanked this woman to have been with his hand. He wanted nothing more than to feel those soft cheeks ripple beneath his bare hand. He so wanted to hear the satisfying clap of flesh meeting flesh. He brought his chosen gadget down again, a little lower than the first pink line.

“Please Jackson,” Morgan begged quietly. “It hurts.”

“It’s not supposed to tickle Morgan. Honestly, you are so lucky that I can’t give you exactly what you deserve or you would be getting a thorough hand spanking followed by a few licks of my belt.”

“I’ll do anything you want if you stop, please.”

The whippy little plastic rod danced up and down her soft white flesh and she was dancing on her toes to ease the sting. “Keep still Alyssa,” he whispered. “You know you deserve this.”

“But it burns—and my name is Morgan.”

“Good, I hope it keeps on burning Morgan.” He hoisted her up by a handful of shorts and made sure he covered the area that usually remained hidden in the crease. He didn’t want the effects of this spanking to wear off too soon. Finally he put the wand down on the desk and pulled her shorts back into place to cover her bottom. She looked adorable; both hands were rubbing her sore bottom while she stood there with her messy hair and her tear stained cheeks looking completely contrite. He wanted nothing more than to hug her and kiss away her tears.

“That hurt.”

“I hope so honey.” He pulled her against him for their first ever, real hug and he had to admit, it felt good to hold Morgan in his arms, if only it was under better circumstances. “Enough, I need to figure out what to do next.”

“What are we gonna do?”

“Good question and when I decide I’ll let you know.”

“Fine, don’t let me interrupt your thoughts on what I am going to be doing.”

“Hush Morgan, I need to decide quickly what to do about this,” Jackson said. “Whitney is going to be expecting me to have you removed.”

“Oh well we have to do what makes Whitney happy.”

“What do you mean happy? This isn’t about making Whitney happy it’s about Whitney knowing what the rules are and expecting me to follow them.”

“Does she even know what was in the bag?”

“No, I asked her to bring it to me. Councillors don’t have the authority to search bags.” He was starting to realize that they were the only two that knew about any of this.

“This is about me. At least I should have a bit of a say about what we do next.”

“Deciding what’s the right thing for everyone though isn’t easy and I’m the adult here.”

“I am an adult.”

“And you have demonstrated that so well.”

That was a totally yummy excerpt I’m on my way to one-click. How about you? Happy Reading! ~Mo

Someone’s getting Properly Punished on Sunday’s Six of the Best

I hope you enjoy this excerpt from Properly Punished! Happy reading!~Mo
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Don’t miss this collection of twenty-two short stories, each featuring a firm-handed man who knows exactly how to deal with a misbehaving woman. Sometimes a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking will suffice, while other times more thorough, humiliating punishments will be needed, but no matter what the naughty girl in question will be left with her cheeks blushing, her backside blazing, and her body burning with desire.

Publisher’s Note: Properly Punished is a collection of short stories which include spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that these stories have been previously published on the author’s blog.

Excerpt for Properly Punished:

“That’s it, little mouse, ride my hand.”

Tamryn’s head fell back as she rode his fingers harder and harder, searching for something she didn’t understand but was on the pinnacle of discovering.

Just as her body began to tighten slightly around his fingers, Barrik pulled them free of her, making her cry out in protest as he snatched away whatever it was she’d been reaching for. “Nooo!”

He laughed again. “You’ll get there, love, but not until I allow it; first you must answer for running from your husband.”

Then she found herself straddling his knee and bent forward under one strong arm. Her balance felt precarious and she clutched at the back of his thigh for support. She gasped when the first swat landed on her upturned bottom, stinging heat filling the area as a jolt of pleasure hit her clit where it pressed against his knee.

On and on he spanked her; the heated pain in her bottom grew with every well placed swat, but each swat also gave her a jolt of pleasure. Soon the pain and pleasure were so intertwined she almost couldn’t tell them apart, though she knew she would feel the spanking every time she sat for the next few days.

Barrik spanked her hard and fast until tears fell from her eyes while she moaned in pleasure… it was confusing, but she wanted more.

Tamryn found herself lifted from his knee and laid on her back before the fire, the warm woolen blanket beneath her aggravating the tender flesh of her punished backside. In no time at all her hands were secured above her head to a stake in the ground she hadn’t noticed.

Barrik stood over her and studied his captured prize. Her heart sprang to her throat at the look in his eyes. Tamryn’s breath quickened as he bent over her bound form.

“My pretty, pretty bride,” Barrik said as he ran a hand lightly down the side of her body, bringing a shiver in its wake. “So responsive, soon you’ll be able to take my cock anyway I choose, but today I’ve got something traditional in mind.”

She swallowed as she studied his cock; it was long and thick, the head red and angry-looking where it stood out from his body with a bit of moisture leaking out the tip. Just yesterday the sight would have sent her screaming away from the man, but today there was just the sweet need he’d awakened in her body and an answering pulse pounding between her legs.

Tamryn licked her lips with anticipation.

He came down over her slowly, teasingly… touching her everywhere at once… his caresses so light and fleeting. She found herself straining to move toward him but couldn’t with his body holding her legs down and her hands stretched above her head.

“Please,” she whimpered as frustrated tears filled her eyes.

A hand gently stroked down her cheek as he smiled into her eyes. “How can I resist such a pretty plea?”

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It’s time for naughty girls to be Properly Punished! A new book release and some freebies!

Release day has arrived for my short story compilation, Properly Punished. I’m so excited to share this excerpt with you.



Surely the spanking had to be over soon, she thought desperately; he’d covered every inch of her poor bottom at least five times. Then he tilted her further over his knee and locked her legs between his.

“Warm-up’s over,” he said succinctly.

Then his hand fell on the tender crease where her bottom met her thigh and she realized she’d only thought he’d been spanking hard before. When his hand began to fall repeatedly in the exact same spot, she began to wail.

“Please, Will! I’m sorrrreeeee! Ohhhhhhh…. owwwww… oooohhh, that spot’s done! It’s done, I tell you!” she cried frantically. She breathed a sigh of relief at first when he moved to the other side but soon Emma found herself trying to buck and twist off his knee in an effort to escape his punishing palm.

On and on Will spanked until finally with a sob Emma collapsed over his knee, giving herself over to his punishment.

As if a sign of submission was all he’d been looking for, the spanking ended and Will lightly stroked a hand over her tender flesh.

“That part’s over, baby, now get up and bend over the end of the couch for me.” He helped Emma to her feet and guided her into place over the arm of the couch. She cringed when he made her spread her legs wide, knowing everything was on display to him from the wetness seeping from her needy sheath to the tight little rosebud of her ass.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as he picked up the glass butt plug; thankfully, while it wasn’t the smallest she’d ordered, it wasn’t the largest either. A flush of heat filled her face and neck as she watched him coat it in the heating lube.

Emma knew she’d never be able to look at a glass penis without blushing again and she wasn’t positive she’d ever be able to even say the county name out loud again. She’d certainly never poke fun at it again!

“Spread your bottom cheeks open wide for me, Emma,” Will instructed. 

I hope you enjoyed that little taste of Properly Punished. I’ve decided to give a free copy to the first three people to respond on this blog post! Happy reading! ~Mo

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Free Friday story and cover reveal for my new book, Properly Punished!

I’m posting this week’s story a day early so tomorrow’s blog can focus on my new release, Properly Punished: 27 Spanking  Stories.  I hope you enjoy today’s freebie, happy reading! ~More

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A Punishment Well Deserved

She waited on her knees next to the bed, completely naked…exposed.

His legs appeared in front of her, his cock stiff and ready. She needed no instruction and opened her mouth wide. He thrust immediately inside sinking deep.

She worked hard to keep her throat open for him, bracing a hand on his thigh as he drove in and out of her, trying desperately to continue sucking and licking while half way gagging. “You were very naughty,” he told her as he drove even deeper making her gag and spit but she valiantly stayed in place taking what he gave her.

He had one hand in her hair and another beneath her chin as he took her mouth. Then he back completely out allowing her to breath. She took a breath and moved to take him back in her mouth but he held her off.

“Breathe…deep breaths,” he instructed firmly. She took in deep breaths as he lightly stroked her hair, “You’ve been a bad girl haven’t you?”

She looked up at him her chin quivering, “Yes Sir.”

“Got your breath back?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Excuse me?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Yes sir,” she said softly as she opened her mouth to receive him once more. Again he took her firmly and deeply, ensuring she never forgot this was a punishment. When he came down her throat she swallowed every drop before licking him clean.

“Get on the bed on your back,” came the firm instructions she’d been dreading.

Moving quickly to comply she laid down face up contemplating the ceiling, “Spread your legs wide.”

She blushed deeply as she moved her legs a part.

“What happens to naughty girls that steal orgasms?” he asked.

“Th…they get spanked…” she said very quietly.

“Talk louder I can barely hear you…what happens?”

“They get spanked,” she said louder this time.

“Where do they get spanked?” he asked, giving her no quarter.

“Oh their pussies,” she blurted with a rush of air.

He grabbed and ankle and moved her legs further apart and then a pop filled the air as the small wooden spoon made contact with the bare lips of her labia, making her jerk and gasp as a hot sting filled the area.

“Ohhh owww…” she cried as a second swat landed in the same spot.

“Is it a good to steal?” he asked.

“No sir!” she cried as four more swats landed in quick succession lighting a fire in her nether lips that wouldn’t soon be extinguished.

“Is it okay to break rules?” Came with five more stinging pops.

“Nooo…no sir!” then she gasped as he spread her stinging lips open with his fingers. The next five rapid fire spanks landing directly on her clit and making her yelp with each one.

“Are we going to think twice about ever doing this again?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” she said with a shuddering sigh, glad this part of her punishment was over but then he held up a small jar of Vick’s vapor rub before liberally coating his fingers in it and rubbed it all over her hot stingy flesh.

“Ooohoo…that burns!” she cried.

As it should, bend over the end of the bed,” she moved quickly to comply, promising herself she would never break a rule again.

“What are you supposed to do before me time?” he asked.

“Write a page of lines,” she said softly.

“Is this a hard rule?”

Her shoulders slumped, “No sir.”

“Is it an unfair rule?”

“No Sir,” she said softly.

“Did you have fun with bob that night?” he asked her as he held her black vibrator up in front of her eyes.

“Yes sir,” she watched as he spread more of the vapor rub all over bob.

“Legs apart.” She quickly moved her legs apart then went up on her toes when bob came in hard for a visit. “I want you to show me how you used bob the night you stole an orgasm.”

She groaned but reached down between her legs and began moving bob in and out of her, the vapor rub easing his way but also spreading cold fire in its wake.

As she worked bob in and out of her channel, the wooden spatula began to fall hard on her upturned ass. “Ooohoo…owwww….ooohhoooo…”

The spatula rained down hard and fast making her slow bob’s movements.

“Bob needs to be moving harder and faster…deeper…that’s right,” he instructed as the spanking continued and she worked bob deep, hard and fast. The different sensations were almost too much, bombarding her from every direction.

Then he took bob from her and began working him in and out in time to the spanks of the spatula while she writhed in place on the bed, caught between pleasure and pain.

It was a relief when he pulled bob out and then just began spanking her in earnest. “Is this worth the unauthorized me time with bob?”

“No sir,” she cried as an especially hard spank landed.

“I think I’ve been too lenient with you. I don’t plan to leave a single white spot of skin on your ass.” He told her matter of factly.

Her entire bottom and pussy were on fire, aided by the vapor rub. She gave a brief sigh of relief when the spatula landed on the bed but then she heard the whoosh of the belt just before a stripe landed on the under curve of her ass.

Again and again the belt fell going up and down her bottom until tears leaked from her eyes.

“Five more, do you want them with the belt or the spatula?” he asked.

She thought frantically trying to decide which was worse, “I can’t decide!”

“Both then,” he said decisively.

“Noooo!” she cried, but it was too late, the belt left five more hot stripes followed by five crisp swats of the spatula.

“Think you’ll remember this when you sit tomorrow?” he asked curiously.

“Yes sir!” she wailed.
“Up in the middle of the bed,” he told her and she scrambled in place for the last phase of her punishment. “Flat on your tummy, and hold your ass open for me.”

She groaned in embarrassment as she reached back to catch a sore ass cheek in each hand and spread them wide.

“Good girl,” he said and then she felt the head of his cock at the entrance to her most private place and instant before he thrust hard inside.

“Oooowwww….owwww….owww,” she cried as he sank in to the hilt hard and fast and began hammering in and out.

“Are you going to remember this?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” she told him fervently.

“Do we want to repeat this punishment?” he questioned.

“No sir!”

“Are we sure?” he asked as he continued to thrust in and out of her ass.

“Yes sir!” she assured him.

“Up on your hands and knees,” he told her and then as she moved up into place he slid back in deep and suddenly it didn’t feel as bad.

“Oooh….oohhhooo…oohhhooo,” she moaned as he continued to take her just as hard but something had changed. Now she almost wanted to thrust her hips back to take him deeper and then his balls slapped against her punished quim and a jolt of fiery pleasure ran through her. Again and again they slapped against her, almost like another pussy spanking but combined with the feel of him deep in her ass it was driving her in a different way.

She began to shiver as a chill ran up and down her spine, almost tingling all the way to her scalp. Something huge was building, different than she’d ever experienced before and she began to wonder how it would feel if the spoon was landing on her exposed lips now with him deep in her ass.

“Ohhh…ooohooo…please….please…harder…harder…yess…yesss!” she was almost chanting as he pounded ever harder in and out of her tender hole, his balls slapping harder and harder against her clit until suddenly her whole world went white and she exploded around him with a scream of ecstasy.

The orgasm was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, her ass clamping down hard on him and pulling him into the vortex with her. She felt it everywhere, from her ass up her spine to her neck. She was filled with shuddering pleasure as the orgasm seemed to go on and on until she finally collapsed boneless to the bed.

His weight was like a comforting blanket on top of her, as she began to sob. She winced when he pulled free of her ass and then turned her in his arms to hold her close. She was overwhelmed and undone.

She had shattered completely, but now safe in his arms felt whole again.

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Meredith O’Reilly is here with a smoking hot excerpt from The Doctor’s Little Mate


Hi! Thank you for having me over on your blog today to promote my new book, The Doctor’s Little Mate!

In this snippet, Maggie is through with her medical exam and since she was so well behaved, Ian decides to give her a reward.

He took a pill out of a jar and coated a few of his fingers with clear lubricant. As he approached the table, I was about to object. I didn’t want him touching my back hole. Not after what I had just done, and the thought I might get aroused again was embarrassing.

“Ian… oh,” I moaned as he inserted a finger into my rosebud. It was still sensitive from the enema and my spanking.

“Do you like that?” he asked as he added another finger. My arousal increased as my inner muscles clamped down on his two fingers filling me.

“Mhmm,” I answered. My embarrassment from earlier at being touched here and turned on went away. This was my third time in an hour being played with and denied. I was ready to come and I didn’t care how or what Ian touched to push me over the edge.

“Would you like some attention on your pussy? It looks like it’s weeping.”

“Please, Sir!”

His thumb came up and rubbed patterns on my clit as he added a third finger to my back hole.

I grabbed onto the sides of the exam table, closing my eyes, as perspiration coated my body. After his previous play with my ass and the spanking, I was so sensitive to begin with and his strokes now were about to send me over the edge.

My inner anal muscles clamped down on his fingers, hoping that would stop my orgasm, but it seemed to make it worse. The feeling of being so full turned me on ridiculously.

“Do you want to come, my mate?”

I nodded vigorously.

“I need you to look me in the eye and verbally tell me your answer.”

“Yes!” I begged, opening my eyes and looking into his magenta-colored ones.

“You may come.”

With the flick of his thumb on my clit and his fingers gliding in and out of my bottom, I came harder than I ever had before. I screamed as my hands clenched the sides of the table so hard, I thought for sure I would leave indentations of my hand prints.

Ian continued to finger fuck my ass as my body shuddered at all the pleasure racing through it.

Finally, my pleasure subsided and I was left feeling like a quivering pile of goo.

Wowzers that was hot!!! Grab your copy now by one-clicking the link below! Happy reading! ~Mo


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The Doctor’s Little Mate Blurb

When twenty-six-year-old Maggie Reeves wakes up in a hospital after a car accident, the last thing she expects is for a doctor from the planet Aureus to show up at her bedside. It is disturbing enough that she has seen this handsome alien before, in dreams so intimate that just thinking about them leaves her blushing, but the real shock comes when he calmly informs Maggie that she is his destined mate and he will be taking her with him to his world to finish her treatment.

Though Ian knows that his beautiful human mate is none too pleased with her situation, his planet’s treaty with Earth gives him two weeks to convince Maggie to accept the match. During that time, he will be her firm but loving daddy. He will hold his little girl in his arms, comfort her when she is sad, and cook her favorite foods, but he will also see to her most intimate, embarrassing needs and he will not hesitate to spank her bare bottom when she is naughty.

Despite her initial reluctance to trust him, Maggie soon finds herself surrendering willingly to Ian’s strict but gentle dominance and letting him take care of her completely. But when the mating period comes to an end and she is free to return to Earth if she chooses, will Maggie decide to stay with her new daddy or leave his arms forever?

Publisher’s Note: The Doctor’s Little Mate is a stand-alone sequel to The Prince’s Little Mate. It is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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Start the day right on free Friday with a spanking and a blow job…

ZomboMeme05082016092548 05082016092548TGIF people!!! Have a wonderful weekend! Happy reading. ~Mo

Morning Tease

She studied him while he slept sprawled on his back covering most of the bed. The night before he’d driven her wild, first with his mouth then his cock; he’d made her cum so many times she lost track.

Forcing her to cum until she’d practically begged him to stop, at that point he’d said one more and the resulting orgasm was so intense she’d seen white lights behind her eyes as she screamed his name.

Then she’d fallen in an exhausted sleep almost immediately, not stirring till a few minutes ago when she woke curled next to his big body. Perhaps it was time for a little pay back.

She slowly pulled the covers down his form until she’d revealed his entire body to her gaze. In sleep he looked relaxed a a big contrast to the barely contained energy that seemed right beneath the surface when he was awake.

Everything was relaxed except his cock, she thought with a grin. It was long, thick and just as hard as it had been last night when he used it to pound her into the mattress. Kneeling between his spread legs she licked her lips in anticipation.

Her mouth practically watering for the taste of him, wrapping one hand around the base of his thick shaft she leaned forward to catch the head between her lips sucking hard as her tongue played along the bottom then lapped at the little slit at its tip. She released him from her mouth with an audible pop before licking him from the base of his shaft to the tip and all around like her favorite, decadent ice cream cone.

When she got back to the head of his cock again she began placing little sucking kisses along ridge around the bottom of the head. He groaned and lightly bucked his hips, making her smile as her hot mouth engulfed the head fully again.

She continued to suck hard and began bobbing her head up and down taking a little more of his length each time while still plying her tongue everywhere she could reach. She looked up and met deep blue eyes watching her intently as he sucked him.

Pulling completely off just before he was about to cum, she sat up with a grin. “Good morning.”

“You’d best finish what you started little girl,” he ordered, his voice still raspy with sleep.

“I kind of need to paint my toe nails first,” she said jokingly only to gasp in surprise as the bed exploded into motion. “I was kidding!” She cried as she found herself face down over his lap with his hand clapping off her bottom over and over.

“What happens to little girls that tease?” He asked as his hand continued to fall with no discernable pattern.

“They get spanked!” She yelled trying to wriggle away from his punishing palm to no avail.

“How do they get spanked?”

“On the bare bottom, they get spanked on the bare bottom.” She said softly, her body collapsing over his knee as she accepted his chastisement.

“That’s right, naughty little teases get spanked hard on their bare bottoms,” his hand now falling even harder as he paid special attention to the tender crease between her bottom and thighs.

Real tears falling down her cheeks by the time her stopped and turned her to face him, he stood next to the bed and pushed her down to sit on the edge of his with a wince as her sore bottom made contact.
“Now, are you ready to finish what you started young lady?” he asked firmly.

“Yes sir,” she said softly opening her mouth to receive him again. He fisted both hands in her hair as he drove his cock into her mouth and immediately down her throat gagging her slightly and causing more tears to fall from her eyes.

He worked in and out of her mouth as she continued sucking and licking everything she could reach to the best of her ability. The he thrust deep and held her in place with her nose flush against his body as he shot ribbon after ribbon of cum down her throat.

She swallowed everything he gave her and then as his hands released her hair she began bobbing up and down his shaft again sucking to milk every drop of cum from his cock before licking him clean.

“Good girl,” he said with a grin, leaning down to kiss her deeply. “Morning baby, did you like your spanking?”

“Yes sir,” she said with a saucy grin.