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

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

The Panda and the Fidget Spinner

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” she asked.

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

Rylie gulped, “No sir.”

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

“By the dressing area,” she said softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why is that a rule?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Strip,” Brad commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you need more baby?” Brad asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Brad laughed delighted by his incorrigible girl.

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

Sweet Agony

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A shuddering moan escaped her, “No sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me what you like,” he commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Release

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

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

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

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

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

“Five with the cane right?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She smiled, warmth filling her at his praise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s a repost this week for free Friday! Some weeks are just crazier than others! Happy reading! ~Mo

Rescue Me

She stared at the couple sitting across the room…the differential way he had his hand in the small of her back as he seated her…the way he took her hand as he seated himself opposite her…as if he couldn’t bear to be parted from her even the width of the table.

Once he’d done those things for her…made her feel special…encouraged her to divulge her darkest desires…secret things she’d never told anyone out loud.

Then he’d dumped her…ridiculed her…leaving her alone…leaving her empty.

She stiffened her spine…she would not cry…thank goodness her friend Louise had left already. There was no one else to witness this final humiliation. “Please let me get the bill and get out before he sees me,” she whispered quietly to herself.

“Little Kendra,” he was in front of her. Sneering pityingly down at her, “Imagine running in to you here of all places. Found anyone yet willing to beat the crap out of you?”

Kendra felt twin flags of color bloom on her cheeks, mortified by his words. How had she ever thought she loved this person? “I’m not looking for someone to do that.”

“Give up on all your sick fantasies?” Justin asked, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

“Of course she didn’t,” a deeper voice spoke from directly behind her as a large warm hand rested reassuringly on her back. “Sorry it took me so long darling.”

She blinked up at the large well built man leaning down and kissing her cheek before sitting down next to her, “I…it’s okay.”

Dimples appeared on either side of his rakish grin, “It’s never okay to leave a beautiful woman alone love…it can lead to a pest problem.” He said as he looked her ex up and down with distaste. “Who is this?”

Kendra looked up and found her gaze caught in his deep green eyes, suddenly she forgot why she was uncomfortable, “No one important.”

“Did Kenny tell you she wants to be spanked?” Justin asked loudly.

She gasped; she’d never done anything to deserve this treatment but before she could respond that same big hand patted her thigh reassuringly, then pressed firmly as if signaling to hold her peace.

“We have no secrets between us,” he savior said calmly.

“Yet she never told you about me,” her ex said with another sneer.

“Why would she tell me about an insignificant boy who was unable to meet her needs?” Kendra lost a little bit of her heart in that moment.
“Boy?” Justin spluttered incredulously.

“Only a boy plays the cruel games you’ve been engaging in, a man would never behave in such a way towards a lady.” The man stood over Justin and turned back to her dismissing him.

“She wants you to spank her…” Justin said, trying again to embarrass her.

“I may well do it too…Shame on you young lady for ever shedding a tear over this puppy. Shall we go?” he asked as he helped her up from the table.

“I…the check…” Kendra started nervously.

“Is already taken care of,” he lifted her chin so she was looking into his eyes once more and immediately finding herself lost. “It’s time to go home.”

“Yes Sir,” the words felt natural as she allowed him to lead her from the restaurant and Justin’s obnoxious behavior.

She started and found herself ensconced in a luxurious car alone with her handsome rescuer. “I don’t think…”

He grinned, “Trent Hyde, you’re perfectly safe, though if you ever accept a ride from a stranger again I will paddle your ass.”

Kendra blushed, delightful butterflies fluttering in her belly as a warm heat crept between her thighs. “I…umm…”

Trent laughed, “Speechless are you? So I’m guessing you shared your need for discipline with the little boy back there and he didn’t know how to give you what you need so he ran away instead.”

“I was just too much of a freak for him,” she said quietly.

“You are not a freak,” he said firmly. “We all have different needs and totally different turn-ons sexually. You just need a man whose needs dovetail nicely with your own.”

Kendra sighed deeply, “Easier said than done. It’s not exactly the easiest thing to bring up with someone you’re dating.”

“True enough, unless you date someone you know is open to the idea to begin with.” Trent told her.

She grinned and raised an eyebrow at him, “Like you perhaps?”

“Not exactly,” he said.
Kendra was horrified she’d assumed he was a fellow spanko, flushing deeply. “I’m sorry…I just assumed…could you let me out at the next corner please?”

“There is no need to be embarrassed Kendra and no I won’t let you out. I do spank my partners but there is a little more to me than spanking.” Trent explained.

“What do you mean?” she asked, willing to talk with him again now that he said he did spank.

“Do you know what a dominant is?” he asked her.

Heat pooled once more between her thighs, “Like Fifty Shades of Grey.”

Trent gave a longsuffering sigh, “It is a bit of a simplistic way to look at it but I suppose except let me assure you I don’t suffer from any misguided guilt regarding my sexual preferences. I will spank you…I will tie you up…I will deny your orgasm or force you to come over and over again for my pleasure and your own…I will spank you for fun and for discipline and I will suffer no pains of remorse for any of it. Is that something you feel you can handle?”

Kendra was so wet she was afraid she might leave a stain on the seat, “Yes please.”

He drove them straight to his apartment building without another word, helping her out of the car and leading her to the elevator. “You will need a safe word; chose a word you wouldn’t normally say.”

She shivered as she thought of the delicious things that might start happening in the next few minutes. “Xylophone.”

The elevator doors opened and he held out a hand to her, taking a deep breath she placed her hand in his and followed him down the hall to his apartment. Trent opened the door then turned to study her, “Tonight I am going to take it easy on you as I don’t believe you’ve played this game before…if you find this isn’t to your liking simply say your safe word and I will take you home but I am hoping this little experiment will open a whole new world for you; one that you would like to explore with me.”

Kendra stood looking up at him with a soft smile, “I do want to explore.”

Trent grinned and pulled her inside closing the door behind them, “For the rest of our time together you will call me sir. I expect you to answer questions truthfully and respectfully. You also need to understand that I control your pleasure…your pleasure and your pain. Am I understood?”

“Yes,” she said softly, shivering at the dominance in his voice.

“Yes what?” he asked with a raised brow.
“Yes Sir,” Kendra said obediently.

“Very good don’t forget again. Strip,” Trent said firmly.

She blinked, staring at him nervously, “I…ummm…what?”

He grinned, “You heard me young lady. That’s ten for not responding appropriately.”

“Huh?” Kendra asked as shock and desire warred within her.

“Twenty. Either safe word or obey.” Trent said sternly, any trace of humor leaving his expression.

“Yes Sir,” she said as she began to unbutton her skirt and then let it drop to the floor before pulling her silky top over her head and leaving it in a heap with the skirt. Kendra felt the flush filling her face as she unhooked her bra adding it to the pile before hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties and then lowering them with a deep breath. The crotch of her panties was so wet it left a bit of a trail down the inside of her leg as she removed them, with another flush of heat she tucked them beneath her shirt to hide the evidence of her arousal.

Standing up straight once more Kendra studied the floor, hoping he wouldn’t find her naked form wanting.

A low growl came from Trent as she felt him walking around her to study her nude form, “Beautiful,” he said as one long finger came to glide down her spine and over the curve of one full buttock.

Kendra couldn’t contain her shudder as his finger traced her full curves; he moved to stand in front of her that same finger sliding across the tip of her nipple then up her throat to lift her chin so she was meeting his interested gaze.

“I paid you a compliment. What is the appropriate response?” he asked with a raised brow.

She shivered at the look of heat in his eyes, “Thank you Sir.”

Taking her hand once more Trent led her to the couch where he sat down and pulled her down over his thighs. “You have a punishment coming young lady. Thirty swats.”

Kendra lifted her head to look over her shoulder in alarm, “I thought it was twenty.”

“It was…twenty for punishment and another ten because it will please me to turn your pretty ass a nice shade of red.” He told her.

She sighed and relaxed over his lap as his hand rubbed circles over her bottom, it felt so good when he removed his hand Kendra almost whimpered at the loss. It fell on the under curve of her bottom in a swift slap that brought a gasp from her lips. He delivered a matching swat to the other side working his way back and forth until she was writhing over his lap.

“Ten,” he said softly before pulling her body in closer to his then his hand fell once more much harder this time. He delivered five swats in a row to the exact same spot, tears forming by the time the fifth swat fell and then he moved to the other side. “Twenty.” Trent told her as his hand rubbed over the heated flesh of her ass.

“Thank you sir for correcting me,” Kendra surprised them both by saying.

“Good girl, these last ten are for me because I want to push you a little. They will hurt,” he warned her before he began applying his hand even harder than before. This time he counted out each swat. By the time he called out the tenth Kendra was collapsed over his knees crying softly.

Her bottom was on fire but even worse was the insistent throb of her clit and the wetness announcing how very much she’d enjoyed the spanking even though she was crying.

“Open your legs,” he commanded in a dark rich hypnotic voice she felt herself almost compelled to obey.

Kendra moved her thighs apart then moaned loudly when his fingers slipped into her wet heat stroking softly along her slit. He ran a finger from her anus back up between her lips until he was circling her clit slowly.

Mewling cries of pleasure began to slip from her as he continued to tease her, when two fingers slid inside her Kendra bucked her hips to take them deeper as his thumb continued to rub her swollen clit.

The combination of her hot sore bottom and his fingers inside her…on her was more than she could bear, “Please Sir…ohh…please!”

“Come for me now Kendra,” he commanded and she catapulted over the edge into ecstasy with a scream of pleasure as he needy body locked down on his fingers and milked them greedily.

Trent continued to slam his fingers in and out of her even when she tried to shift away, his thumb on her overly sensitive clit suddenly too much, she jerked when his other hand slapped down on her sore bottom six times in a row.

“You will take what I give you,” he said firmly as he continued to overwhelm her with his touch.

“I can’t!” Kendra cried.

This time ten slaps landed right in quick succession driving her arousal impossibly higher, “Who did I tell you was in charge of your pleasure and your pain?”

“You are sir!” she cried, her voice hoarse with arousal.

“That’s right I am and you will come for me again now,” Trent ordered her with another ten slaps to her bottom while he stroked a spot high inside that seemed to magnify her pleasure. Every swat driving his finger against that spot and grind her clit against his thumb until with a scream of surrender she let go and came in an explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on and on.

He continued to work her tender slit as if to wring every ounce of pleasure possible from her spent body until she lay shuddering in the aftermath over his lap unable to do anything but recover.

Then Trent turned her in his arms, cuddling her close as she came down from the orgasms whispering what a good girl she was in her ear.

Finally, able to breathe normally again Kendra sat up, looking up at him in question, “Don’t you need to…?”

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose before shaking his head, “Tonight was about you learning what you need and accepting my responsibility to give it to you.”

“But…,” she frowned but he covered her lips with his fingers to shush her.

“Your pleasure was all the reward I needed tonight.” Trent assured her.

Kendra frowned dubiously, “If you’re sure.”

“Kendra, who is in charge of your pain and pleasure?” he asked.

“You are sir,” was her immediate answer. It pleased him to see that she didn’t hesitate at all anymore.

“Good girl, now get dressed and I will take you home,” Trent instructed.

Kendra reluctantly rose from his arms and went to do as he’s bid her. She’d told him earlier she’d taken the bus to the restaurant so she wouldn’t’ have to worry about driving after having wine. A decision he’d applauded her for.

As she dressed Kendra realized she was completely exhausted…the spanking and the intense orgasms that followed it had wrung every last bit of energy from her form. She also felt lighter and more relaxed that she could ever remember feeling, like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders.

Trent drove her home and then walked her to her door, “Would you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“I’d love to,” she said with a slight blush.

He laughed, “Yes we’ve gone about things a bit backwards but at least we know we are one hundred percent compatible.”

Kendra laughed, “Without a doubt Sir.”

Synopsis:
Ever wonder what happens inside a video game? I bet you never guessed something like this…
Ash Wilde (also known by his gamer handle of Vector) doesn’t have the greatest of lives. Besides being a homeless high school dropout, he doesn’t even have enough money to buy a burrito. Don’t worry though, things will get better for him. You see, as one of the world’s greatest gamers, he’s about to get up close and personal with the world of The Electric Mile, the rage of players everywhere. What’s so great about this game? No one’s beaten it, yet.

Once he gets pulled into the game’s master file, he’s living inside the game in real time. Ash soon discovers there’s a lot more to The Electric Mile than anyone realizes. With the assistance of some busty beauties, Ash decides to help everyone by beating the game from the inside. What follows is a crazy, action packed, naughty adventure that answers one very important question: Can anyone survive The Electric Mile?
*Warning, The Electric Mile: Neon Underground Edition contains a lot of sex, spankings, descriptive battle scenes, and terrible puns. You’ve been warned.
Excerpt:
My life wasn’t nearly as exciting as what was currently going on, but I did my best to fill her in. I told her about the garage I lived in and even that my real name wasn’t Vector, that it was Ash Wilde. When she heard that she squealed with joy. “Does Ali even know you’re outside name?”
I’m sure she did if we’d been connected as she told me. “If she does, she doesn’t use it. She only refers to me by my gamer handle of Vector.”
“Then allow me to use it, Ash.” There was something very seductive about her smile. “It’s been a long time since I talked to someone as interesting as you.”
Ira got even closer to me, her massive chest pressed up against me. It was very hot and erotic. “Well you seem like a very cool girl.”
In one swift motion, she pulled her shirt over her head. In a flash, her hand undid the bra that held those mammoth globes in place and they flopped down, landing on my shoulder and arm. For the second time since coming to this world, I was in a spot where my mind wasn’t thinking clearly. And in a good way. I bit down on that big nipple that was lying there, waiting to be taken.
She let out a soft moan and I did the same to the other. Soon I was working both of them, rapid back and forth motions trying to keep pace. Her hand reached down and felt my hard-on through my jeans. She unzipped them and pulled it out of the boxers holding it. She began to stroke it so fast that in no time, I was cumming all over her skirt.
Before I could apologize, she did something so hot that I was back in the game. She wiped it up with her finger and plunged that digit into her pussy. The moan that escaped her lips was the perfect amount of pleasure and tease. Her hand hadn’t let go of me, so it began to fill her fingers once again as it hardened back up.
“That was a very naughty boy. Don’t waste this precious stuff on my skirt when you can put it in here.” She guided my hard love member into her already wet folds. I slid right in like I’d been meant to fit in there.
Half standing and half leaning, Ira was in total control from this angle. Her heels made this the perfect height for our little romp and she was having the time of her life. With each thrust downward, her eyes got a little bigger, rewarding me for getting hard quickly again. I looked down and saw a nice tuft of blonde hair around the lips. I loved girls with some hair.
I felt a twitch in my leg. It was coming on fast. “I hate… to ask… but is it safe… to cum inside?”
“I don’t knoooow,” she half moaned in my ear. “Do it anyways.”
Her throaty voice made the choice an easy one. If there were to be consequences, damn them. I arched my back a bit and felt the rising tide about to erupt from my erection. As soon as it did, her vaginal walls began milking my cock for all they were worth. Cumming inside of her felt so good, like this was a vagina meant for me.
The moment we both finished, I slumped over, tired from all the exertion of the day. I was still inside her as she ran her hand over my eyes and whispered, “Sleep well, Ash. We still have a lot of time left to play.”

About Jack:
Hey, I’m Jack – freelance IT guy, bacon lover, and beer drinker. I’m also an author, probably the real reason you’re interested in me. I like my books dirty, full of action, and have never said no to a bad pun in my life. My newest book, The Electric Mile: Neon Underground Edition has just been released with Baronet Press!
The rest of my library includes – Demons in D.C., In the Nyx of Time, and the Crazy Guy’s Guide to Bacon.
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Happy Friday!! I hope everyone has a fantabulous weekend! Happy reading! ~Mo

Blurb:

Since retiring from his job as an officer with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, Mike Hunter has been living off grid in a cabin nestled in the mountains of New Brunswick, but his solitary existence is interrupted when he pulls a beautiful young woman from her vehicle after a crash she is lucky to have survived. Mike’s conscience overrides his desire for privacy and he brings the injured woman back to his cabin to care for her.

Avery Trent is desperate to get away from the ruthless men seeking to collect on her murdered husband’s gambling debt, and the last thing she wants is to stay put in some mountain man’s cabin until he decides it’s safe for her to leave. But Mike gives her no choice in the matter, and when she makes a run for it Avery quickly ends up over his knee for a sound spanking.

In spite of her situation, Avery cannot help feeling safe and cared for when Mike gently comforts her after her punishment, and when he takes her in his arms his dominant lovemaking is better than she could have ever imagined. Mike does not hesitate to assume the role of Avery’s firm but loving daddy, and he is fully prepared to discipline her as thoroughly as necessary to curb her reckless defiance, but will he be able to keep her safe from both her enemies and his own?

Publisher’s Note: Mountain Man Daddy includes spankings, sexual scenes, and elements of age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:
“What are you doing?” His gruff voice made her drop the shorts to her feet and stand swiftly. Her face felt hot with embarrassment. He’d caught her going through his underwear drawer. Oh, God, his underwear drawer!
“Uh.” She looked to the drawer, her gaze landing on a pair of thick wool socks and she lunged for them.
“I—my feet were cold.” Her pulse quickened as his eyes narrowed, the heat of his gaze making more than her heart pound. Avery swallowed several times to rid herself of the dry patch in her throat. Yes, she liked this guy’s look, even when it was irritated, maybe especially so. There was a mix of excitement, heat, and fear that fizzed in her. He was a contradiction with his rugged, gruff exterior and his gentle nurturing, and it fascinated her.
“I was distracted by the funny boxers,” she said, looking down sheepishly at the socks, hoping he bought her lie. It wasn’t all a lie; she had gotten distracted by his shorts.
His hands went to his hips. The jeans he wore were old but hugged him well—too well to need the thick leather belt he wore. Tucked into them was a green thermal long-sleeved shirt that molded over each well-defined pec, ab, and bicep. He was a man in every single way.
“And what would you think if you caught me looking through your undergarments?” He walked toward her, and she stepped back automatically, her knees hitting the bed and knocking her to a sitting position. She chewed the inside of her cheek as he kept coming.
“I’d probably think you were a pervert.” She was intimidated by his size, so she looked to her feet.
“I think that sounds about right.” He bent forward and lifted Avery’s chin with one long, callused finger. “Are you a pervert?” Was that humor in his eyes? She swallowed audibly. She shook her head, and her stomach churned nervously.
“What’s your name, little girl?” His deep voice hummed through her, and her heart flipped. She only shook her head again. He sighed and sat down beside her on the bed.
“Lie down.” It was once again a stern demand rather than a request. His gaze searched hers, but this time it wasn’t as uncomfortable. His stern but concerned blue eyes penetrated hers, and a starburst of thrills shot through her. His plump lips framed by the reddish-blond beard were calling to her, and she wanted to place her hands on his weather-pinked cheeks and draw him closer.
He sighed again and pulled his toque off. His hair hung in dark blond waves to his shoulders. Longish hair had never, ever been sexy to her, but God, this man wore it well. He tucked it behind his ears. She wanted to reach out and touch it. It looked thick and smooth.
“Do you ever do as you’re told?” he asked, sounding more than a little exasperated. She shrugged and gave him a small, flat smile. Obedience and Avery had been synonymous at one time.
“I don’t have patience for people at the best of times, but little girls that drive off the road because they’re speeding and ignoring warning signs, and force me to rescue them not once, but twice—well, I have no patience for them at all. Now, lie down or I’ll introduce my hard hand to your bare bottom.” His forehead creases deepened.
“Okay, Yukon.”
“My name is Mike, Annie calls me Yukon. But while you’re here, you’ll call me Daddy.”

Yummy! That is super hot! Have you grabbed your copy yet? I’ve already got mine! Love me some Moutain Man Daddy! Happy reading! ~MoLinks:
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Sadie and the Boss

Sadie walked along the dark street with her shoulders huddled wishing for all she was worth she’d followed her mother’s advice. Always keep cab fare in your purse when going on a date.

Now she was walking home at ten o’clock at night, hoping she made it home without incident. At the very least she should have met the man at the restaurant rather than letting him pick her up.

He’d seemed so nice when she met him in the over forty chatroom, they’d talked for a month before she’d agreed to meet him for dinner. Sadie had thought Matt was a nice man with similar interests.

It turned out Matt’s main interest had been feeling her up while tossing back shots of tequila.

He was so drunk by the time they finished dinner Sadie had known she could never get in a car with him; besides the fact that he clearly expected her to pay for her dinner by sleeping with him.

The scene outside the restaurant had been horrendous. “What do you mean you aren’t coming home with me?”

“I’m sorry Matt, you’re too drunk to drive,” she’d said softly.

“I’m fine little Miss Sobriety and I shelled out $50 on dinner so I expect to be compensated,” he’d said with a leer.

Sadie had snorted in disgust, “I believe most of that $50 was spent on cheap tequila because my soup and salad were the cheapest things on the menu.”

He’d ranted and raved about her come-ons and promises just to get a free dinner until she’d simply turned and began to walk in the direction of her apartment at least two miles away.

She hadn’t gotten far before he pulled up next to her to hurl obsenties out his window then took off with a squeal of tires; a spray of gravel barely missing her.

Shaking her head at her own foolishness Sadie was lost in her thoughts when a car pulled up next to her, “Sadie?”

She blinked and looked over to see Luke Rawlins leaning over the passenger seat of his car. He was one of the Lawyers in the firm she worked for as a receptionist.

“Mr. Rawlins,” she said in surprise as she stopped next to his car, more than a little mortified to be discovered in such an embarrassing predicament.

He opened the car door, “Get in.”

“I don’t want to put you to any trouble…” she began only to be interrupted.

“Sadie get in the car,” he said command implicit in his tone and a dark brow raised in expectation.

Not wanting to argue, especially with one of her bosses Sadie climbed into the car with a sigh. “Thank you.”

“What in the hell are you doing walking along the side of the road at this time of night?” he asked, not moving to put the car back in gear.

“It was a bad date, I don’t really want to talk about it,” Sadie said primly, staring down at her lap.

A firm finger caught her under the chin and turned her face up to his, “I don’t really care if you want to talk about it or not young lady. I need to understand how you came to be walking down the road at this time of night.” Mr. Rawlins said in a tone that brooked no room for argument.

Sadie felt her face flush, “I met him online and he seemed so nice but then he started drinking tequila almost immediately after we got to the restaurant and then he kept trying to feel me up…so I refused to get in the car with him after we finished dinner.”

He stared down at her in a disapproving silence for the space of a few heartbeats after her rushed confession. Sadie couldn’t help fidgeting in her seat as she studied her stern features, something about the way he was looking down at her made her distinctly nervous.

It didn’t help that Luke Rawlins was single and one of the most attractive men she’d ever met. Not that it mattered, he was her boss and would never look at her that way but being the focus of such intense attention from him was surreal to say the least.

“You mean to tell me that you met a total stranger for dinner?” he asked incredulously.

“Not exactly,” Sadie hedged, suddenly not feeling it would be wise to share she’d actually given said total stranger her address and let him pick her up.

“Then what exactly?” he asked, in a tone that made it clear he expected an answer to the question.

“He picked me up at my apartment,” she said in almost a whisper.

“He knows where you live?” Mr. Rawlins roared.

“Mr. Rawlins it’s okay, I talked with him for a while before I met him and even though he was a terrible bore I’m sure I won’t see him again,” Sadie said in an effort to reassure him.

“I think you might as well call me Luke, Sadie. After this evening there will be no place for formality between us,” Luke said quietly as he seemed to come to a decision. “Fasten your seat belt please.”

Sadie fastened her seatbelt then looked over at him with a small frown, “I’m not sure how giving me a ride home takes away the need for formality, Mr. Rawlins.”

“Luke, it isn’t the ride home Sadie. It’s the fact that I plan to spend the night on your couch to make sure you’re safe after I put you to bed with a very sore bottom.” He said matter of factly.

Her bottom tingled in response to his words but he couldn’t possibly mean it the way it sounded…could he? “Why would I have a sore bottom?”

Luke shot her sideways look, “I think you know very well what I meant but I’ll be clear. Sadie when we get to your apartment I plan to take you over my knees, pull down your panties and spank your bare bottom for taking such a foolish risk.”

“I…oh…I,” the words seemed to catch in her throat and only managed to squeak out a few words.

“Exactly,” Luke said succinctly.

Her face flushed, as she pictured being over his strong thighs a little pulse coming to life between her own.  Sadie squirmed in her seat as her bottom reflexively clenched.

Luke parked in front of her building then walked around to her side of the car opening her door and holding a hand out. She took a deep breath and placed her hand in his without a word and walked with him to her apartment hand in hand.

At the door she looked up at him hesitiantly, unsure how to proceed. Was there a protocol involved in having your bottom spanked?

He arched a brow and held out his hand, “Key.”

Sadie opened her purse and quickly pulled out her keys placing them in his outstretched hand. It was a very large hand and she found herself staring at it…picturing how it would feel slapping down on her bare backside and she shivered.

Luke closed and locked the door after them and Sadie stood hovering around the door while he sat down in the center of her sofa and looked at her pointedly.

“Come here Sadie,” he commanded succinctly.

“I…um….maybe we should discuss this…” she hedged suddenly anxious about the idea which had a few minutes ago been so intriguing.

“Sadie,” the way he said her name in that dark voice propelled her feet forward of almost their own volition. Luke placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to stand between his legs. “Why are we here?”

Sadie frowned, “Because I live here?”

Luke smiled, “Let me rephrase, why am I about to put your over my knee and spank your bare bottom?”

She swallowed hard as she stared down into his intense gaze, “Because I met a man from the internet?”

“I suppose that will do to start,” he said as he caught her by the arm and pulled her face down over his hard thighs. Not knowing what else to do, Sadie buried her face in her hands as his lifted her skirt to reveal her big white granny panties.

She wanted to die when she heard his low chuckle.

“I’m glad to know you weren’t planning on letting him into your apartment this evening,” Lucas said as he slowly peeled the panties from her hips and brought them to rest half-way down her thighs.

Trying to ignore the fact that Luke Rawlins was staring down at her bare bottom…her extremely large bare bottom…Sadie lifted her face from her hands long enough to ask, “How do you know I wasn’t going to have him in?”

“These aren’t the panties a woman wears to go out with a man she plans to sleep with Sadie,” he drawled with confidence. “They definitely won’t be the panties I find under your skirts when I come to pick you up for dinner.”

The dark promise underlying his last words made her shiver. “I…ohh…”

“Yes, I…ohhh…and so much more,” Luke said as his lifted the big warm hand that had been lightly caressing her bare flesh making her feel a little bereft for a moment.  The momentary sadness ended when it came crashing back down on her poor defenseless bottom.

“Ohh…Luke! That hurt!” Sadie protested.

“I intended for it to hurt young lady…we’re just getting started,” Luke informed her as his hand fell again and again in a quick succession of swats that left her gasping as she writhed over his knees.

“Ohhooo…please!” she whimpered, as his hand continued to fall in rhythm to music only he could hear. Soon she couldn’t stop herself from trying to twist her hips in an effort to escape his punishing palm.

Then he tilted her further over his knee, and paid special attention to the area where her bottom met her thighs. In no time at all she fell limply over his thighs crying quietly into her hands.

Sadie didn’t even notice at first the spanking had stopped, her bottom was stinging so badly.

“Will we need to have this discussion again?” he asked her as his big hand rubbed over her sore bottom.

“No sir,” she assured him hurriedly.

“I think you would prefer not to put these back on,” Luke said as he pulled her panties down her legs and off.

“I…ummm…er…” she stammered as he lifted her to sit on his lap.

Luke grinned down at her, “I…ummmm…er?”

Sadie blushed and squirmed shocked at the way the fabric of his pants felt rubbing across the hot flesh of her bottom and the sudden rush of moisture between her thighs.

He caught her face by the chin and leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, with a sigh she leaned into him and opened to accept the bold thrust of his tongue.  Luke kissed her thoroughly before pulling back and rubbing his thumb across her swollen lower lip.

“Think on that Sadie girl,” he said softly before he stood with her in his arms and carried her into her bedroom setting her on the bed. “Where is your night gown?”

Sadie swallowed hard and pointed to the top drawer of her bureau. Luke opened the drawer and pulled out a comfortable pink cotton gown. “Do you need help?” he asked as he handed it to her.

She shook her head watching him with wide wary eyes.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I don’t bite on the first date.” Luke said with a grin. “You get your gown on and go to the bathroom and I’ll be back to tuck you in.”

Bemusedly, Sadie got ready for bed, thinking that it was interesting that there was no ready protest on her lips. She wanted him here, even though her poor bottom was throbbing and she was sure she would feel that spanking every time she sat tomorrow, Sadie was at peace.

True to his word the minute she was out of the restroom, Luke was back and tucking her into bed with a soft kiss to her forehead. “Sleep well, I’ll be out here making sure you’re safe from your ill advised date.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

“All’s forgiven, I just want to make sure he doesn’t come back. Tomorrow I’m going to move you to a different department. You can work for Billing’s as a personal assistant, I’m pretty sure his is out on maternity leave. When she comes back, we’ll figure something else out.” Luke told her.

Sadie sat back up in bed, “Why do I have to move jobs?”

“Because I can’t have my girl reporting directly to me,” he said matter of factly.

“Your girl?” she asked, as her heart leapt in her chest.

“Absolutely!” Luke said firmly. “No more computer dates for you young lady!”

“Yes sir,” Sadie said with a smile before snuggling happily back under her covers.