Free Story Friday! -Last Dance

Hi All! I know it’s a little early but tomorrom promises to be a very busy day and I wanted to make sure I got this posted. I hope you enjoy it!

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Bryn took a deep breath before she made her way out on to the stage. She’d chosen her song carefully; wanting to be sure Chase got the message she was trying to send. She’d been such a fool when she’d run from everything he had to offer …run away from herself.

This party at the Sunset Karaoke Club was his going away party. So it was her last chance to let him know how she felt.

Music began to fill the air as she lifted the microphone to her lips.

Her eyes sought and found his in the throng of people sitting in the audience below.

“Last dance
Last dance for love …
Yes it’s my last chance
For romance tonight …

I need you by me
Beside me to guide me
To hold me, to scold me
‘Cause when I’m bad
I’m so, so bad.

So let’s dance the last dance
Let’s dance the last dance
Let’s dance the last dance tonight.

Last dance
Last dance for love
Yes it’s my last chance
For romance tonight.

I need you by me
Beside me, to guide me
To hold me, to scold me
‘Cause when I’m bad
I’m so, so bad.

So let’s dance this last dance
Let’s dance the last dance
Let’s dance this last dance tonight.”

Bryn stepped down off the stage before she started the last of the song’s lyrics and went to stand in front of Chase her eyes never leaving his; the heated look in his eyes seeming to burn through her very soul.

She held her hand out to him and started to sing again…

“I need you by me
Beside me, to guide me
To hold me, to scold me
‘Cause when I’m bad
I’m so, so bad.

So let’s dance this last dance
Let’s dance the last dance
Let’s dance this last dance tonight.”

She stood frozen as the last strands of music fell away, waiting for some sign from him that he’d give her the last chance she’d asked for.

Silence filled the room as the audience waited silently for his response.

He just sat there looking at her.

A lone tear trickled down her left cheek as her shoulders slumped. She’d taken a gamble and lost. Bryn turned away with a deep shuddering breath.

A large warm hand closed over her shoulder halting her progress and turning her back around.

Chase took the microphone from her numbed fingers and handed it to one of the men at his table before pulling her into his arms.

As if on cue music started again and he began to twirl her around the dance floor as the audience cheered.

Bryn snuggled into him as hope soared. He was going to give her another chance.

“Have you really been bad?”

Butterflies sprang to life in her tummy as she looked up to meet his piercing gaze and nodded.

“What did you do that was so bad?”

“I ran away from the man I loved and the way he made me feel.”

“Was the thought of loving me so very scary Bryn?”

“I thought it was …but I found out the thought of not loving you was even scarier.”

Chase nodded and pulled her tight against him as they swayed to the music they could barely hear over the beating of their own hearts.

“God Baby I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I’m so sorry Chase.”

“Shhhh …” he lifted her fingers to his lips and placed gentle kisses on their tips. “Let’s go home, we have things to discuss.”

Bryn followed him from the club without argument. She knew now she’d follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked.

The ride to her apartment was silent; each lost in their own thoughts.

Once inside Bryn found herself hovering nervously by the door, at a loss for what to do next.

Chase turned to her with a stern look. “Come here …”

A deep blush filled her face as she looked at him beseechingly. “But Chase …”

“Come here Bryn.”

His tone brooked no argument. Bryn hurried to his side.

Chase unfastened her dress and skimmed it off her shoulders letting it fall in a heap at her feet. She stood before him in nothing but a skimpy triangle of blue silk.

Taking her hand in his own large palm he led her to the couch where he sat and pulled her face down across his thighs.

She shivered as his hand came to rest on her scantily clad bottom.

“Why Bryn? Why did you take a chance on losing what we had …what we can have?”

“I was afraid …”

He brought his hand down hard on the seat of her blue panties making her start with a yelp.

“How could you be afraid of me?” Chase asked as his hand continued to fall in a steady rhythm.

“Owwww … I wasn’t afraid of you … it was me! I was afraid of the way you made me feel.”

“So you nearly threw it all away because of a childish fear?”

A sob broke from her throat. “Yes. I don’t know why …it was scarier being apart.”

He shook his head as he tugged her panties down her slim legs and pulled them off over her feet. Her bottom was a soft glowing pink.

She groaned in response when he ran his fingers lightly across the heated area.

“You were very naughty to run and hide instead of facing me with your fears.”

“Yes I know …”

Chase began to pepper her bottom with hard swats once more filling her bottom with a stinging heat as he brought its color from soft pink to a deep crimson.

Bryn cried out as the pain in her posterior grew but she held still for his punishment; knowing the both needed this to start fresh.

He tilted her further over his left knee and caught her legs between his as his hand began to fall even harder and faster.

“I’m sorreee…please…owww…,” Bryn cried, no longer able to hold still for her spanking.

Chase ignored her pleas, determined this would be one spanking she wouldn’t soon forget. His hand began to fall on the tender crease between her bottom and thigh on the left side. Ten swats in the exact same spot left her limp and sobbing over his lap; accepting of his discipline.

“Almost finished,” he told her as he began to give the right side the exact same treatment.
Then with one final slap he flipped her in his arms and kissed her before burying his face in her hair and inhaling her scent.

“Don’t ever leave me again. I love you,” Chase whispered into her hair as she sobbed against him. “It nearly gutted me when you left.”

“I won’t,” she promised fervently. “I love you too.”

Then they were both reaching for the snap to his pants. She caught him in her hands as he sprang free. Chase’s hands cupped her sore bottom lifting her to rest just above his waiting shaft.

She threw her head back and gave a gasping scream as he impaled her, sinking deep. His hands guided her making her ride him hard; the feel of his fingers gripping her tender flesh entwining pain and pleasure exquisitely.

It was a frenzied loving. Fierce and hard as they both fought to make up for what had almost been lost. All too soon they were shuddering together in mutual release. Then Chase scooped her high in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

He placed Bryn on her hands and knees then came into her again from behind; his thighs slapping against her hot backside with every thrust.

She pressed her chest into the mattress and opened her thighs wider needing him as deep inside her as possible.

He took her hard; setting a punishing rhythm as he brought them both to a screaming release again.

Later she watched him as he folded his clothes neatly on the dresser. She laid on her stomach her chin resting on folded arms, happy to be back where she belonged; happy to be his good girl again.

He smiled at her reflection in the mirror, nearly laughing when she stuck her lip out in a mock pout. The pout combined with the blush still filling her backside made her look very naughty indeed.

She welcomed him with open arms as he came down over her.

“It was your last dance you know,” his deep voice rumbled against her neck bringing a new shiver in its wake.

“My last dance?”

“Last dance, last chance for romance … but I plan to see that this dance lasts for the rest of our lives.”


Another Free Story Friday: Surrender

Megan crossed her eyes as she studied the fork in the road before her, completely unsure which way to go. Squinting down once again at the haphazard directions her sister had scrawled quickly down the day before.

There was no mention of a fork, or the rapidly rushing creek that ran along the edge of this desolate country road.

“This is what I get for wanting a quiet vacation,” she groused. Why hadn’t she stayed in the city like all the other sane people? Why had she so quickly agreed to take the use of her brother in-laws family cabin?

Probably because her sister Robin was so enthusiastic about it being exactly what she needed.

“It’s perfect Meg! Beautifully rustic, but still with all the modern conveniences,” Robin had exclaimed. “You’ll love it! It’s a perfectly darling little place nestled back into the side of the mountains. You’ll take one look at it and want to paint it.”

Since Megan hadn’t painted anything in months the idea of the place sparking her dormant creativity proved impossible to resist.

So here she was in the middle of the back of beyond, totally and thoroughly lost in a blizzard.

Maybe it wasn’t exactly a blizzard but it might as well be if she found herself out of gas; a possibility that was growing with every wasted mile up and down these roads trying to find her way.

It would have been nice if her cell phone worked so she could call her sister and brother in-law for a few more detailed directions but no such luck. Cell service had been lost partway up the mountain and it didn’t look like it would be coming back on-line.

Shaking her head, Megan reflected upon the events leading up to her foray into the wilderness. Knowing it was her own growing dissatisfaction with her life and her inability to paint anything more than a daisy or two since her breakup with David.

There lay the crux of the problem. She missed him…his warm smile…loving embrace…she missed the ability to sit with him quietly in the evenings no need for small talk…it was a rare gift to be able to enjoy silence with another person. To be so completely in tune you were able to see the beauty in the stillness of the moment; to have such deeply shared camaraderie.

It was her own fault, Meg had rushed boldly in and shattered the silence she so treasured. She shouldn’t have told him about her darkest needs, shouldn’t have shared that secret part of herself.

It turned their silence into something awkward; a silence that stretched between them with questions left unasked and unanswered. Truthfully, Meg acknowledged if only to herself, she hadn’t really given him time to fully absorb her revelations. She’d let her own fear and shame drive a wedge between them.

Barely an hour after baring her herself so completely, she’d run away from him before he could do the unthinkable and reject her.

Meg had kicked herself repeatedly in the weeks that quickly stretched into months for not giving him a chance…for not trusting him, but she couldn’t bring herself to take a chance that he would understand.

She was basically a coward, there was no other word for it.

Meg had run away from him and then refused his every attempt at contact after making her startling confession. Better to reject him than to risk his rejection and contempt of her secret needs and desires.

Meg forcefully brought her mind back to the problem at hand, which way should she go? With a shrug, she decided on the fork to the right, the ever widening stream stretching lazily along the left side of the road.

The artist in her wanted to be able to see the beauty in the bounty of nature surrounding her but it all seemed flat and uninteresting. It was like the flame of creativity within her had been doused.

When Meg met David, her painting had taken on a new depth she’d never achieved previously and now she feared she never would again.

She slammed the door on that part of her as surely as she’d slammed it on him, leaving herself in a cold dark place void of anything meaningful.

Eyes scanning the road in front of her she was relieved to spot a small cabin nestled into the side of the mountain next to the rapidly flowing water now widened to more of a river than a stream. A frown marred her face as she noticed the warm glow of light in the windows and the curl of smoke rising from the chimney.

Maybe this wasn’t the cabin. It should have been empty. She would have to stop regardless and hope the people living here took pity on her, she was too low on gas to go any further without clear directions.

Meg didn’t want to risk being stranded on the mountain in a snow storm so she climbed out of the car and carefully trudged up the snow laden path to knock on the cabin door.

The door opened almost immediately and Meg was shocked to see David’s concerned features, “I was beginning to get worried. I thought you’d get here a couple of hours ago.”

“Wh…what…?” Meg stammered lamely.

He smiled, the same warmth filling his expression that had always made her feel so safe and loved. “I bet you’re freezing. Come on inside and let me fix you something warm to drink. I’ll get your stuff from the car when I have you settled in front of the fire.”

Nervous confusion kept her silent while he led her to sit on the couch in front of the roaring fire. Almost before she knew it he’d taken her coat and settled her with a cup of hot coffee from the pot in the kitchen. She sipped it, grateful for the opportunity to focus on something other than David.

She watched him over the rim of the cup as he brought in her bags from the car, when he turned to carry them upstairs Megan nervously cleared her throat to get his attention.

David turned to her with a raised brow.

“I…I don’t think I’m staying…it wouldn’t be a very good idea under the circumstances.”

He snorted and proceeded to carry the bags upstairs totally ignoring her words.

“David! I’m serious! Bring my bags back down here!” She rose to yell up the staircase at his rapidly retreating figure.

“Sit back down and drink your coffee Megan. You’re staying here with me for as long as it takes.” She shuddered at the implacability in his voice. David had never used such a firm tone with her before.

“You have no say in what I do or don’t do…,” she muttered to herself as she walked to look out the window at the snow covered mountain side.

“Meg, you don’t really want to push me too much right now.” He said from directly behind her, causing her to start at his words.

Spinning to face him she glared up at him, “I haven’t done anything to…”

“You ran from me,” he accused.

“I did not! I merely to the initiative to end things before they got…”

Firm hands grasped her arms lifting her to her toes so they were nose to nose, “Lie to yourself all you want, but do not expect me to allow you to lie to me. Not anymore. You ran pure and simple. You let me see something in yourself that you’d never shared with another person and it scared you.”

“You were horrified!”

“You didn’t give me a chance to know what I was. Before I could process the information you were gone! Then you spent the next two months refusing to take my calls or answer your door.”

“I knew what your reaction would be!”

“Really? Somehow I don’t think you did, unless you were afraid you’d get more than you bargained for,” he said thoughtfully.

Meg blinked, her mouth suddenly dry at his words but she straightened her shoulders. “I am not afraid of you!”

“No, you’re afraid of yourself,” he said baldly. Then with a sigh he released her arms, “Drink your coffee Meg.”

As she watched him walk away from her towards the kitchen Meg felt suddenly bereft. Angrily she brushed away the tears that were gathering in her eyes.

Retreating back to the couch she took refuge once again in the mug of coffee. David came back in and sat a plate of chocolate chip cookies down on the table in front of the couch before taking a seat next to her.

“I was proud of you,” he said quietly.

“Huh?” she frowned in confusion looking up into his eyes.

“It takes courage to admit a need for discipline in a relationship. So first I was proud of you, then I was awed by level of trust you placed in me…then before I could express what I was feeling you were gone. Then I was hurt and angry that you took it all away.”

Meg wanted to look away but she couldn’t, she was pinned by the emotion in his eyes. Everything was there, laid out bare for her to see…the love…the understanding…the need…the disappointment.

Then there were too many tears to brush away and she was in his arms cuddled against his chest as she sobbed out her confusion and fear. David simply held her and rocked her through the storm.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly against his chest.

David pushed her back a little and lifted her eyes to his with a gentle hand beneath her chin. “You weren’t running from me baby, I know that. You were running from yourself but there will be no more running in this relationship. If you’re scared we’ll talk about it and work through it. What you did was unacceptable. You hurt us both.”

Meg’s chin wobbled as she looked up at him, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do to make it better.”

“its okay baby, I do.” David stood her to her feet in front of him and unfastened her jeans.

Meg felt her tummy hit the floor, it was really going to happen. He was going to spank her! “David I don’t think…,”

“This isn’t your decision Megan. It’s mine. Trust me to know what you need to heal…what I need,” he said firmly as he pulled her jeans and panties to her knees in one smooth motion.

Though she’d been completely naked with this man too many times to count she’d never felt this exposed, this naked. Then he guided her gently across his thighs.

“How long are you going to spank me?” she asked nervously, shivering as his hand smoothed across her vulnerable posterior.

“As long as it takes,” was his simple answer.

The first swat made her jump as it echoed through the room imparting a gentle heat in its wake. It didn’t even really hurt. He continued spank her methodically. The sting of each swat began to build on the heat left before, as the sting grew it began to make her squirm.

While it still didn’t hurt, it was getting uncomfortable, “As long as what takes?” she asked nervously.

“Your complete surrender,” David said matter of factly.

He picked up the pace of the spanking, bringing his hand down harder and faster. Meg squealed and began to try to wriggle away from his hard hand. It was starting to really hurt!

“Okay! I surrender!” she cried as he peppered the soft under curve of her bottom.

David snorted and started to spank harder, “It’s not me you need to surrender to baby.”

“What?” she yelped.

“You need to surrender to yourself…your needs,” he said as he pulled her in tighter and scissored his right leg across hers.

Meg couldn’t do anything but feel as he spanked still harder and faster. She fought it, the building of emotion that seemed to be boiling up inside her as the heat in her scorched backside grew; she felt like she would spontaneously combust if he
didn’t stop.

“Please…stop!” she cried as deep sobs began to well in her chest, “No! Please….David!”

David steeled himself to push her just a little further, sensing she was almost there. Gritting his teeth he gave her the hardest swats yet, a series of searing smacks to her sit spot that left her gasping for air.

Meg felt something deep within her crack open and burst free. Suddenly she was hanging over his lap like a limp noodle sobbing as she let go. She let go of everything that was within her, surrendering it all.

The emotional release was complete, purging her of everything dark and lonely and filling her back up with warmth, love and safety. For the first time in her life Meg felt completely free.

David lay back with her on the couch cuddling her, stroking her hair his tears mingling with her own as she calmed.

Meg smiled through her tears, her bottom was on fire and she was sure it could glow in the dark but she was at peace.

“I love you David,” she whispered softly.

“I love you too baby,” he said as he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head. “No more running?”

“No more running,” affirmed.

There was no more need to run. She was home.

Here is my interview with Morganna Williams


Name Morganna Williams

Age 44

Where are you from Dallas, TX

A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc  

I’ve never been married and have no children. I have a degree in Social Work

Fiona: Tell us your latest news?

My new book tentatively titled Glory in the Morning has been submitted to my publisher and I’m waiting to hear from my editor.

Fiona: When and why did you begin writing?

I’ve always written, submitting something for publication is a different story. I joined a website that catered to writing spanking fiction in 1998 after lurking for a few months and started posting stories. I grew as a writer through the nurturing environment I found there both from the website owner and the other writers. I published a couple of stories there but they never really went anywhere, so I just kind of kept writing but…

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Free Story Friday: Passion’s Storm

She was bored; she wasn’t even sure anymore why she’d come to the island resort for singles. None of the men seemed to have any depth. It wasn’t that she necessarily wanted a lasting relationship but she had yet to feel even a spark of interest.

She sighed and left the cocktail party, shoes in hand for a solitary walk along the beach.

She paused gazing out across the water wondering again why she’d come.

She jumped and turned when a deep voice spoke from directly behind her. “Bored with the party already?”

He was tall with broad shoulders; he had dark hair and even darker eyes. He wasn’t classically handsome but something about him was riveting just the same.

“Yes. I think if one more man asks me what my sign is I might throw up.”

“That’s a pretty drastic reaction don’t you think?”

She laughed. “Probably, but its true. What about you?”

“I was bored before I got here.”

She nodded as they turned in silent agreement to continue the walk down the deserted beach.

They didn’t exchange names as they talked both enjoying the anonymity of talking with a stranger.

Feeling freer than she ever had before she told him of her darkest fantasies and he shared his.
Somehow walking in the darkness with a stranger it was easy to say things aloud that she’d never shared with another.

Without warning the skies opened above them with a torrent of rain. They’d come so far down the beach it was impossible to discern the lights of the clubhouse in the darkness.

Hand in hand they rain through the rain looking for shelter from the storm. As they cut up through the tropical foliage they found a little hidden gazebo.

They dashed inside and faced each other in the darkness. It was impossible to see the sudden storm darkening the night sky to pitch.

Lightening flashed he looked down to where the damp silk of her gown clung to her full breasts.

Under the heat of his gaze she felt her nipples tighten in response. The light faded to black once again, neither speaking as tension crackled in the air between them.

Another flash of light and their eyes met. Suddenly frightened by what she saw in his eyes she ran back out into the storm away from him, from herself.

“Wait!” He caught her turning her around to face him, when the lightening cracked again she saw everything. The heat, the hunger, the raw need that filled his eyes and knew it was mirrored in her own.

Later neither would be able to say who had moved first, but they met in the middle, kissing as the rain fell around them.

She shivered as his lips met hers opening his mouth over hers to deepen the kiss. He drew her tongue into his mouth and began a gentle suction that she felt all the way to her toes. She pressed herself closer to his body groaning as she felt him rigid against her soft belly.

They broke apart for a space of seconds, their harsh breathing mingling with the sounds of the storm.
He took her hand and pulled her after him into the gazebo. She followed no longer interested in denying the pull of his touch.

She gasped as he ran a finger down the side of her neck before easing the straps of her gown from her shoulders. Inch by inch he pulled the wet silk down her damp body until it landed in knot at her feet.

She stood proudly before him in minuscule black silk panties. She’d not worn a bra. Lightening flashed again and light played across her alabaster skin. She sucked in her breath at the intensity of the desire in his eyes.

His hand cupped her through the dampened material of her panties. A low growl coming from his throat.

“You are a naughty girl.”


He shed his damp clothing as they talked. “Do you know what happens to naughty girls?”

She shuddered as a delicious heat spread through her at his question. “Yes.”

“What happens?”

“They get spanked.”

She heard him move in the darkness as he sat down on one of the built in benches taking her wrist in his hand. “That’s right they get spanked.” He pulled her to stand between his legs. “How do they get spanked?”

“On their bare bottoms.” She said in a breathy whisper.

“Yes they get spanked on their bare bottoms.” He said as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her long legs, urging her to step out of them.

He pulled her gently down across his naked lap and began running his palm across her upturned buttocks. Slow gliding caresses that made her shiver.

“Are you a naughty girl?” He asked as he delivered a firm swat to the undercurve of her bottom.

“Yes.” She gasped. It wasn’t really hard enough to hurt but still brought a hot sting.

He began to alternate the stinging swats with the gliding caresses, slowly building the heat in her bottom bringing it to a bright pink hue.

She found herself pushing her hips up to meet each swat and then shamefully rubbing against his hand when it came back to stroke her stinging flesh.

His caresses became longer, sweeping up her back and down her legs. His hand continuing to heat her bottom in between each stroke.

She wriggled and moaned across his thighs like a woman possessed. “Please … oh please.” She cried as his fingers made a teasing foray between her thighs. One brief touch then they were gone.

She raised her hips beseechingly, begging for more.

Three sharp swats low on the undercurve of her bottom were her reward.

Then his hand returned to the place she wanted it most. His other hand sweeping up her back as one long finger thrust deep.

She gasped as he shifted her slightly, his fingers never breaking rhythm as he positioned her so he could kiss the small of her back.

With a low moan she moved her thighs further apart to grant him better access.

Another finger joined the first, stretching her as he kissed and nibbled his way up her back.

He urged her to her knees by the bench with the hand between her legs and another beneath her stomach. Pressing her thighs further apart from behind.

She stiffened when his tongue rimmed the flesh surrounding his fingers then found the place he knew would drive her wild.

She pressed her face into the cold floor then exploded.

Then he was gone. She pressed back searching for that loving hand.

He smiled then brought that same hand down on her reddened backside five times in quick succession.

“Oooohhh!” She bucked, shocked at the waves of pleasure rippling through her from the firm swats. “Now … please …now “

He needed no further invitation. Bringing his body to surround her from behind, he thrust deeply inside.

Her body welcomed him, clamping down to pull him deeper. She moved her thighs as far apart as she could and pressed back eagerly to meet his every thrust as she sobbed her pleasure.

“Harder … yes … Harder! … yes …,”

He rode her hard and deep reveling in her passion. She convulsed around him twice before he gave in to his own passion and cried out in a silent scream of release.

Passion spent they lay together still joined on the hard cool floor of the gazebo. Listening to the rainfall against the roof.

She gently pulled the arm around her up so she could kiss his hand and tuck it beneath her chin.

He pressed a gentle kiss into her hair.

No words were spoken. None were needed. Neither wanted to spoil the magic of the storm.