It’s Free Friday’s Spanking Story-A Little B & E

Today’s offering for free story friday is a light hearted story. Is the heroine naughty or just misunderstood? I’ll let you be the judge. In honor of my 100th blog post the first two people to respond to this post can have the free book of their choice from the six I have out! Happy reading! ~Morganna

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A Little B & E

I sighed as I approached the Henderson house. I really hated cleaning other people’s houses, but when you are in a financial pinch you do what you gotta.

I let myself in with my key and got to work. It was all so terribly boring! Scrub, scrub, sweep, sweep and mop, mop. After about an hour I was more than ready for a quick cigarette break.

I let myself out the side door and lit up. As I stood on the porch I noticed that a big piece of trash was blowing across the yard. I frowned at the road.

“Stupid litterbugs!” I said aloud, turning I pulled the door to before going to catch the trash.

The minute the door clicked shut I realized my mistake. I had forgotten to turn the lock on the inside of the door. The Henderson’s had those types of locks where the inside doorknob moved all the time so it was easy to forget the friggin door was still locked!

Trash forgotten I decided to go check the door I had come in on the off chance I hadn’t pulled it completely closed.

No such luck! “Dammit!” I yelled my frustration to the empty yard. I went ahead and checked the other two doors, finding them still firmly locked of course.

I sat morosely on the front stoop and fumed about my misfortune. It would be hours before Ms. Henderson got home. My car keys, purse and everything were firmly locked within.

I sat for fifteen minutes feeling quite sorry for myself before deciding it was time to get proactive.

I walked all around the house checking the windows until I found a screen I could pull off. Eureka! I finally found one at the side of the house that I managed to wriggle free of its frame. And saints be praised the window wasn’t locked!

I worked the window up and then cursed roundly when it slammed shut again the minute I let it go. This was going to be tricky!

I frowned and shoved the window up again pushing hard, this time when I released it, it stayed up.

I hoisted myself up over the window seal threading my head beneath the venetian blinds. I winced as the damn blinds got stuck in my hair. The couch turned out to be right under the window, so I began to wriggle my way threw the window and over the couch.

I was about half way through when…SLAM!…the window came down pinning me half in and half out of the house. The bottom of the window caught me at my waist so my butt was literally hanging out on the window ledge.

I twisted and wriggled all to no avail. I couldn’t get the window back up from my present position.

“SHIT!!” I screamed in my frustration.

I jumped when a stinging slap caught me across my vulnerable posterior.

“Ouch!” I glanced over my shoulder but the silly venetian blind blocked the view of my tormentor.

“Watch your language young lady,” a deep male voice said firmly. “This is an interesting situation I must say.”

“Interesting for you maybe,” I said outraged. “But it sure as hell isn’t for me!”

Three hard smacks immediately followed my outburst.

I jerked and cried out in surprise, “Dammit that hurts! Stop it!”

“You seem to be a slow learner,” the voice said before another volley of smacks landed.

“OOOhhhh!” I gasped the last few bringing tears to my eyes at the fierce sting. “I’m sorry!”

“Much better, now I will help you out of that window and you can explain to me exactly what you were doing climbing through it. Ms. Henderson you are not.” With that obvious statement I was released from my prison and pulled out to stand in front of the most handsome man I had ever seen. A gasp of dismay followed when I realized he was also dressed in a police uniform.

“I’m the maid!” I cried out in my defense as I thought about how it must look to him.

“If you’re the maid, where are your keys?” he asked in a maddeningly logical tone of voice.

Now if there is anything I hate its logic; especially when it is tossed loftily down at me. I stiffened my shoulders and glared, forgetting all about the precariousness of my situation. “Well obviously Sherlock I locked myself out of the house!”

In hindsight I realize that was probably not the best thing to say, considering the man had already felt free to deliver several stinging blows to my posterior, but say it I did.

Not surprisingly his own eyes narrowed at my words and I found myself grasped firmly by the wrist and pulled to the front stoop, where he sat and jerked me across his knee.

“Wait! You can’t do this!” I cried as the first smack landed.

“Hide and watch little girl,” he said as he began to bring my bottom to stinging life. I lost track of the number of times his hand fell, but he didn’t stop until I was sobbing and contritely apologizing for my sassy mouth. My cotton Capri pants had provided little to no protection for my poor bottom.

The officer stood me firmly in front of him and asked me again to explain exactly why he had found me in the process of climbing in one of the Henderson’s windows.

Tearful outlined the entire mess finishing with a wail, “And this has been the most awful day in history!”

To my surprise he laughed and pulled me close dropping a kiss on my forehead, “I don’t know, I think the day has brought forth some extremely interesting possibilities.”

The officer, now understanding the full picture helped me back through the window. This time the trip was made successfully. I came back out the front door, wisely remembering to twist the lock on it. I held out my wallet so I could prove to him I was exactly who I said I was.

He smiled and looked up from my license. “Well Gina it’s very nice to make your acquaintance. My name is Kevin Gentry and coincidentally I find myself in need of a maid.”

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Meredith O’Reilly is visiting today to talk about her new M/M Spanking Romance!

Hi Morganna! Thank you so much for having me on your blog today!

Here’s a snippet from my latest release, His Captive’s Heart. In this snippet, Dimitri soothes Marcus’ sore bottom after his punishment spanking.

He got up from the bed, then returned shortly. “I have some lotion I’m going to use on your bottom. It should make you feel better.” Dimitri poured the lotion onto my heated ass and began to massage it in.

It stung a bit at first, but within a couple of minutes, the pain from my spanking faded. Feeling much better, I sagged against the bed.

Dimitri chuckled. “I take it by the way that your body just went limp that the lotion is making you feel better?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, happy I had survived my first punishment.

“Excellent. I’m finished rubbing it in,” he said. “Now, sit up and finish your lunch. You’re going to need your energy for what I have planned for you tonight.”

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His Captive’s Heart Blurb

Twenty-nine-year-old lawyer Marcus Bradberry has fantasized for years about finding a firm-handed man who would not hesitate to provide both guidance and discipline while also bringing him the kind of fulfillment he’s only dreamed about. When he meets Dimitri Anderson, the owner of a local kink club, Marcus takes a chance and shares the wildest fantasy he’s ever had with him.

Though he confesses to Dimitri that nothing excites him more than the idea of a being overpowered, kidnapped, and mastered completely by a strong, handsome man, Marcus is nonetheless shocked when Dimitri takes it upon himself to bring this fantasy to life. When Dimitri surprises him after work on a Friday, Marcus soon finds himself blindfolded, handcuffed, and driven away to an unknown place.

It quickly becomes clear that Dimitri knows exactly what his captive sub needs and is more than ready to give it to him, but as the weekend progresses, Marcus realizes that trusting his new master is at times much harder than he expected. Will he surrender to his most secret desires or will his fears drive him away from his master’s loving arms?

Publisher’s Note: His Captive’s Heart is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Samantha Briggs always had a suspicion that her husband, Jackson was hiding something from her. When he’s away on a business trip, Samantha finds out her husband’s secret, he wants her to act as his little girl on the weekends. Deciding to give it a try, Samantha falls in love with being Jackson’s little girl. But when she slips up and embarrasses herself by behaving childishly during a stressful morning at work, she reconsiders their new relationship. Will she give up the lifestyle she’s grown to love so much, or can she come to accept that there is nothing wrong with choosing to be her daddy’s little girl?

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Wicked WIP it Up Wednesday-What’s a girl to do if she’s in mating heat with no mate? Sex machine anyone?

Today I’m sharing another excerpt from my third Ramelian Bride story. Remember WIP is work in progress and is not yet heavily edited so be nice. 🙂 Happy reading! ~Morganna

Excerpt:

As she entered her apartment she looked at the clock; it was only two and she didn’t open until six. With the knowledge that she had plenty of time she started stripping as she made her way into her bedroom; cupping her full breasts in her hands when her bra fell away she tweaked her nipples hard.
Maggie groaned aloud as a gush of wetness sprang from between her thighs at the stinging pain. By the time she was next to the bed she almost fell over in her eagerness to get her pants off.
The sex machine sat in at the foot of her bed in the middle against the footboard. It wasn’t really a Sybian; she’d ordered it directly from the Spurilian pleasure quadrant, and the JX-56003 was more than an earth-made sex machine could ever aspire to be.
Maggie quickly fitted the 9-inch long dildo in place; it was 2 inches in girth and would fill her up like she needed to be filled. She programmed what she wanted on the remote-maximum depth strokes with an alternating pattern that would end in the relentless pounding needed to take the edge off her mating heat.
Quickly fitting the clit pasty to her already swollen bundle of nerves, Maggie was ready to ride. She grinned as she got on her hands and knees facing away from the JX spreading her legs wide as she pressed her chest to the mattress and pressed start.
The “hands” of the machine immediately grabbed her ass, spreading her open further as the long dildo drove all the way inside with one smooth thrust.
Maggie arched her back, almost coming immediately from having her needy channel filled so completely. The dildo started a slow steady rhythm of long thrusts, going in all the way until the fake balls pressed against her opening and then withdrew almost completely before thrusting home again.
Slowly the speed of the thrusts began to increase as the pasty on her clit began to heat up and pulse lightly around her sensitive bundle of nerves. She was close to going over the edge when the dildo’s angle shifted and it began to rub directly against her g-spot and the pasty tightened on her clit and began to suckle it.
Maggie came with a scream, but the machine was just getting started. The hands grasped the inside of her thighs, lifting her and spreading her impossibly further as it began to pound into her hard and fast. She went straight from one orgasm into another, sounds of pleasure escaping her as it took her hard. The clit attachment began fluttering lightly on her clit as she continued to come.
After her third orgasm the dildo pulled completely out and the hands flipped her roughly to her back before sliding under her ass and pulling her up to meet the hard thrust of the phallus as it filled her once more to the hilt.
This time it had geared up to its highest setting- a mind blowing 200 thrusts per minute-each one withdrawing almost complete before driving home. The pounding was almost too much but still never enough.
Maggie got lost in the pleasure, imagining it was Jackson pounding into her so hard.
The thing on her clit was now pinching the little bundle of nerves hard as the thick shaft attached to the machine pounded her. She came twice more but still the relentless pounding continued Maggie was hoarse from screaming her pleasure when the machine lunged deep and then began to grind high up inside her.
She began to picture herself across Jackson’s hard thighs as he spanked her for being so naughty-“This is what happens to naughty little girls who masturbate Margaret.”
Her thighs began to shake and quiver as she built towards another orgasm. Suddenly the pasty on her clit began to vibrate and pinch simultaneously and she shot straight into orbit with a scream and a gush of fluid.
Maggie hit the stop button and the dildo pulled free of her as she collapsed on the bed, too tired to move. Fantasies about Jackson spanking her and dominating her always gave her the biggest orgasms and the closest she came to actual relief.
She turned to her side and had another smaller orgasm when her thighs closed over her well used lady bits. Sighing as she set her alarm for five, Maggie let herself fall into the dreamless sleep resulting from multiple orgasms.

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Free Story Friday-Perfect Pamela gets spanked!

Hi all! Hope your week has been full of love, laughter and everything nice. Happy reading! ~Morganna

Perfect Pamela

Pamela was picture perfect when he stopped to get her. She was a classic beauty with her cool blond hair and big blue eyes, the long pencil slim white skirt emphasizing the curve of her hips and tiny waist and the soft silk peach camisole gave just a hint of cleavage. She had topped it all off with a wide brimmed at that gave a gentle shade to her face.

All in all Pamela looked absolutely stunning, but was not appropriately dressed for a picnic on the beach. Jack enjoyed her company and was more than a little attracted to her but had no idea how to deal with his Prissy Pamela.

Pamela frowned at the convertible then shot him a wide smile. “Hello Darling. Oh are we taking the car all the way with the top down?”

Jack smiled back as he got out to help her put the picnic basket and beach umbrella in the back. “Yes we are. I told you this was a beach picnic Pamela. We aren’t going to a garden party.”

She climbed into the car with a soft pout forming on her lips. “I just wanted to look pretty for you.”

“You always do but don’t you think shorts and a bathing suit would be more appropriate?”

“I am not changing!” She humffed as she crossed her arms across her generous chest pushing up her cleavage and giving him a delightful eyeful.

He cleared his throat having to agree that the outfit wasn’t all-bad, so long as she didn’t act prissy to go with it. Time to lay some ground rules. They were after all going to be around a lot of his co-workers. “Fine so long as you behave yourself.”

Pamela sat up and glared at him. “What do you mean behave myself? I am always the epitome of a lady.”

“No offense Honey, but sometimes you are the epitome of a spoiled snot.” He said as he pulled away from the curb.

She gasped, “Jack Ridgley you turn this car around and take me home. How dare you speak to me in such a manner! I try so hard to behave like a lady and make you proud and all you can do is insult me!”

“I’m just saying that you often make other girls feel like you look down on them. My friends don’t understand why I put up with all your complaints.”

“What complaints?”

“Like last week when I took you fishing with me and some of the guys.”

“I was very nice to your friends.”

“You complained about dirt, worms and grass stains.”

“Well it was a valid concern.”

“You wore a designer pair of cream colored linen pants.”

“It was a lovely summer outfit!”

“We WERE FISHING!”

“Don’t you take that tone with me! Turn the car around now!! Jack I said now!” She screamed grabbing the wheel and giving a slight jerk to the side.

He cursed and brought the car under control. Jack glared at the pouting princess and turned the car around as requested.

She gave a satisfied nod and sat back in her seat. “Thank you for doing as I asked.”

“You are about to get exactly what you’ve been asking for Young Lady.”

Pamela licked her lips a little nervously. “What do you mean?”

Jack didn’t answer until he pulled up back in front of her house. He got out of the car and walked around to open her door.

As he placed a hand on her elbow to lead her up the walk she balked. “I’m not sure I want you to accompany me further.”

“Tough.”

Nervous butterflies began to flutter in her tummy as she realized she pushed things too far. “I’m sorry if I’ve been a bit demanding…”

“Too late.”

Pamela handed him the key to open her door then cleared her throat and tried again. “I know I can be a bit prissy at times but I just want to be perfect for you and I…”

Jack turned her to face him, touched by the vulnerability that was in her expression. Gone was his cool and collected Pamela, a babbling girl stood in her steed, shifting nervously from one foot to another.

He placed one long finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to his. “You don’t have to work at being perfect for me Pamela. You simply are. I love you but I am not going to put up with this silly prissy act anymore. At home I get playful Pamela why is it every time we go somewhere Prissy Pamela comes to take her place?”

Pamela’s eyes began to fill as she looked up at him. He loved her? “I just want you to be proud of me when we’re around other people. I don’t want them to ask why you’re with me when you could have anyone you want.”

“You are who I want and the prissiness is the only thing people question and they don’t ask why I’m with you Baby. They ask why I don’t take care of your attitude.”

She blinked. “Huh?”

“Something I’ve neglected for far to long don’t you think?”

Pamela gulped. “I don’t feel neglected. Honest.”

He almost laughed at her expression. “You certainly won’t in a minute. I’m about to give you all the attention you’ve been asking for and then some.”

“Wait!” she cried as he led her into the house and up the stairs.

“I don’t think so.”

When she panicked and began pulling back against the hold he had on her arm he simply tossed her over one broad shoulder.

“PLEASE! I’ll be good I promise!”

“You certainly will.”

He set Pamela on her feet in front of her large four poster bed and sat down with her positioned between his legs.

He held her eyes with his as he unzipped her tight skirt and slid it slowly down her hips.

Mesmerized by the look in his eyes, Pamela stopped protesting and lightly rested one hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of the skirt for him. It felt like he was consuming her with his gaze.

Her panties followed suit. When her gaze started to falter he whispered softly. “Trust me.”

Pamela realized that she did with her entire soul and allowed herself to be led gently across his hard thighs.

Jack ran a hand lightly across her rounded bottom as he studied the contrast between the soft white skin and the end of her peach camisole. The hat fell to the floor forgotten as she lowered her head.

She shivered in response to that stroking hand knowing that soon it would be delivering some well-deserved heat. Suddenly Pamela knew she needed this…almost craved it.

The waiting was almost unbearable. The hand stopped stroking and simply sat resting lightly on her posterior.

Still he waited.

Pamela sighed and shifted on his lap. “Please Jack…please…”

He smiled. “Please what Baby?”

“Spank me.” She whispered the words so softly he could barely hear.

“What?”

“Please spank me.” Pamela said a bit breathlessly.

In response Jack lifted one knee tilting her bottom at a higher angle and began to deliver slow, measured swats.

At first they didn’t really hurt but as he continued the heat and sting began to build and Pamela began to squirm.

“From now on young lady I want you to be yourself. You can dress up when the occasion merits it but sometimes I’d like to see you in shorts and a T-shirt outside your house. Relax and always remember you are perfect to me and I love you.”

His words were her undoing and tears began to prick the back of her eyes before he pulled her in tighter as his spanks fell faster and harder than before.

She jerked and hissed as his palm landed again and again. Her bottom was on fire!

Just when she thought she couldn’t take another swat he stopped.

Again his hand simply rested on her bottom. Pamela squirmed anew as the heat started spreading out to other areas. Every nerve ending seemed to be alive and tingling with sensation.

Pamela began to whimper as she rocked her bottom too in fro in supplication. She wanted…no she needed more.

Jack began to stroke her bottom, tracing lazy patterns across her heated flesh and enjoying the appreciative sounds coming from the back of her throat. Encouraging sounds that prompted him to move his hand between her thighs, thighs that parted eagerly at his touch.

Pamela felt too hot…she was on fire for him. Suddenly she couldn’t stand the constriction of even the light silk cami. It had to come off!

Jack let her up as he felt her struggling across his lap. She stood and skimmed the camisole off over her head. Standing before him naked and proud.

She looked like a goddess. His goddess. Jack stood and stripped until he was as naked as she. They studied each other for a moment before coming together like molten lava.

She met him kiss for kiss and touch for touch. They couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. Finally he tumbled her backwards on the bed, claiming her with one strong thrust that left them both gasping at the intensity of their joining.

Then they moved together in a beautiful ballet of passion. All too soon they were shuddering in each other’s arms as each reached completion.

Pamela sighed as she laid her head on his chest.

Jack smiled as he kissed the top of her head. “Perfect.”

Unacceptable Behavior will be punished!-“Ginger root is very good at delivering a much-needed lesson to naughty bottoms.”

Today I thought I’d share another excerpt from Unacceptable Behavior. I hope you enjoy it! Happy Reading! ~Morganna

Unacceptable Behavior

Excerpt from Unacceptable Behavior:

Max was extremely conscious of her bare bottom beneath the gown as she walked to the kitchen to join Rafe. He was setting a bowl of macaroni and cheese with ham in front of her place as she came into the room, but it was the glass of water with a big round root sitting in it that drew her attention. It looked kind of like a potato carved into an almost phallic shape, though not as wide as an actual penis.
“What is that?” she asked nervously, as she pondered where he planned to put the big white root.
“I’m glad you asked,” he said almost conversationally. “It’s ginger root. Among its many purposes, ginger root is also very good at delivering a much-needed lesson to naughty bottoms.”
Her eyes shot wide in alarm. “Bottoms?”
“Yes, ma’am, you heard me correctly. Now lift your gown and bend over the edge of the table,” Rafe instructed firmly.
“But… Rafe, I…” she stammered nervously.
“Now.” The quietly voiced command had her scrambling into place.
“I’m sorry… I’ll…”
“Right now all I want you to do is mind me. Reach back and hold your bottom cheeks apart for me,” he said in a tone that warned argument would not be viewed favorably.
With a little whimper, Max reached back and pulled her bottom cheeks apart, trying not to think about the view she was providing.
“Good girl,” Rafe said, putting a warm palm on the small of her back as he pressed the head of the root against her tightly clenched bottom hole. “Relax and bear down to make it easier, baby. Don’t fight against it,” he advised.
“Ohhh…” Max panted, bearing down and gasping as the tip of the root began to slip inside the tight ring of her anus. The stretch and burn of its intrusion was immediate.
Rafe continued applying steady pressure as the head of the root sank inside, then he backed it out slowly and worked it back in over and over again, getting more inside her with each inward stroke.
“Please… no more, Rafe… I’ll be good, I promise,” she wailed as the juices of the ginger began to sink into the flesh of her anus, adding to the burn exponentially.
“You will definitely be a good girl, I plan to make sure of it,” he said firmly as he finally sank the root past the broader base to the groove he’d carved to hold it in place, leaving a broader part about an inch long protruding from between her bottom cheeks. Once it was in place to his satisfaction, he patted her bottom lightly. “Now sit down and eat your dinner.”
Max stood up and flinched as her bottom tightened down on the intruder and released more of its fiery essence into her ass. “Oohh… Rafe, it burns! I can’t sit down!”
“You will sit down in that chair and eat your dinner, young lady. Right now,” he said with not an ounce of softness in his gaze.
Max sat down carefully in her chair and groaned as the action pressed the root deeper inside. The burn seemed to grow with every minute, making her shift continuously in her seat.
Her appetite completely gone, Max was only able to eat about half of her bowl of macaroni and cheese before she pushed it away miserably. “I can’t eat anymore.”
Rafe studied her features and then gave a nod as he simply handed her two pills. “Swallow your medicine then go to the bedroom. I expect to find you standing with your nose in the corner totally naked.”
“Naked?” she asked, alarmed. Though he’d seen her naked body on several occasions, the thought of waiting naked in a corner with a plug of ginger sticking out of her ass was too mortifying to contemplate.
“Little girl, you’ve got one hell of a hiding coming. If you want I can spank you now until you agree to do as I’ve asked, but it won’t change what you’ve already got coming. It’s up to you.”
Max pulled her gown over her head and dropped it in front of him on the kitchen floor and then walked proudly to the bedroom. Well, as proudly as she could hobbling with a stick up her ass. She didn’t wait around to see what he thought of her small show of attitude.
She put her nose in the corner with a sniff, trying to ignore the awful burn in her asshole and the embarrassing wetness increasing in other areas.

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Aubrey Cara is here with a spicy excerpt from Candi’s Debt!-Someone has a sore bottom!

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Thank you for inviting me over, Morganna! I’ve brought a little something from my new book, Candi’s Debt. Candi is having a rough go of it with Hank, and she’s about to find out the night is still young as far as what her ‘daddy’ Hank has planned for her punishment.

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Little by little I come back to myself. The stinging welts on my rump have made way to heated waves and I’ve never been as wet down there, as I am right now. Like my clit is beating in time with my pulse, swollen, heavy, needy wet.
I’m all longing and confusion when I look up at Hank. It must show because his eyes spark with an answering flare of fire before he palms my face and swipes my tears with his thumbs. For a fleeting second the look on his face is so tender my breath catches, but then it’s gone so quickly I wonder if I imagined it.
His cock is a hard and hot brand against my belly. I rub my breasts against his chest like a cat in heat. I’m worked up and ready for some bed sports in a way I’ve never been before. I’ve never orgasmed during sex, at least not in any memorable kind of way, but right now, with Hank, I think it’s going to be different. For the first time in my life I’m excited to find out.
“No ma’am,” he says, holding me back at arm’s length. “Naughty girls don’t get rewards after punishments.”
I scowl up at his patronizing face, because really, I’m done with this bullshit. I took my spanking like a good-freaking-girl, dammit. And his thing is as hard as a baseball bat. What kind of man denies himself when a horny woman throws herself at him?! And hell in a handbasket, I’m so damn horny I could spit.
“Ahh, there’s that pout I love.”
I tense my lips at his words, trying to wipe the pout off my face. Screw him.
He just chuckles and drags me over to the corner of the room. His body is flush behind mine, pressing into me, as he places my hands up on the wall. His large callused hands cover mine before trailing up my arms and down my side till they reach my waist. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me back on his hard cock.
The rough denim of his jeans scrapes against my tender ass, but I’m still engulfed with warmth at the move. My nipples are pebbled under my shirt and I wish he’d reach around and put his hands on me where I need him most.
His mouth is at my throat, his beard tickling in the most delicious way. From the tender spot where my shoulder meets my neck he kisses and licks a path to my ear. My head falls back on his shoulder as he nips my earlobe.
For a man set on not having sex with me, he’s doing a poor job of it. I’m melting all over again.
“It’s corner time, princess,” he says at my ear.
Princess comes out so grating my entire body stiffens. I don’t even register the words “corner time” until his body moves back away from mine. “Excuse me, what?” I ask, turning around.

Hot Stuff!!!! I absolutely loved Candi’s Debt and I know you will to so be sure to one-click on one of the links below! Happy reading! ~Morganna

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Blurb:
Candi-
The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.
I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.
His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.
Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.

Hank-
I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap.
And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself.
I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy.

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Aubrey Cara likes it sweet n’ dirty—romance that is. She adores writing about kinky characters finding their one true naughty soul mate to love, cherish, and get freaky with. Aubrey resides in Coastal GA with her wonderful husband, superhero kid, two hand-me-down dogs, and a fish that has survived against all odds. When she’s not writing you can find her sewing costumes, repairing leaky faucets and dodging the PTA.

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Elsa Black is visiting with a sizzling excerpt from Big Beautiful Little!

I am so happy to have Elsa Black visiting today to share a hot excerpt from her new book Big Beautiful Little. I finished reading this last night and I thoroughly enjoyed it. A very hot and emotional read. If you like AP, spanking, some anal punishment, BBW and a great story this is the book for you!

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Excerpt:

“Look at me,” he said.
She took a deep breath as she raised her eyes to his, expecting to see judgment and revulsion.
“Beautiful,” he said.
“You don’t have to say that.”
“So you think I’m lying?” He took her hand and put it to his cock. She could feel it, large and rock hard through the denim of his jeans. “Do you think I can fake this?”
She shook her head.
“Curves in all the right places.” He smiled as he reached for the front clasp of the bra. As he released it, her breasts tumbled out. They were large, soft, with prominent, rose-colored areolas. They were also far from the perky, fleshy dewdrops of the smaller women Tiffany had unfavorably compared her breasts to. But Lance was lifting them now in his large hands, testing their weight as he kissed one tip and then the other, causing Tiffany to shudder and moan.
“Perfect,” he said.
When he reached for the waistband of her panties, however, she stayed his hand.
“Wait?” she said.
“Don’t be afraid, princess,” he urged. “I want to see all of you.”
“I have… I have stretch marks,” she confided. “The doctor said it was from rapid weight gain after Nick left.”
He stepped back then and stripped off his t-shirt, pointing to a jagged scar, the silvery streak traversing the perfect muscles of his chest and his perfect abs to end just above the waistband of his jeans.
“We all have our marks, princess,” he said. “Yours don’t bother me if mine don’t bother you.”
This time when he reached for the waistband of her panties, she didn’t stop him. He knelt as he lowered the undergarment to her feet and then surprised her by planting a soft kiss atop her pubic mound.
“Step out of your panties and turn around,” he said, and Tiffany obeyed, holding her breath. She was fully exposed before him.
“You have the most beautiful, full bottom,” he said, running his hand over the expanse of one buttock. “I love the deep little dimples just above your cheeks. I’m going to enjoy spanking you for pleasure, and even for correction when you need it. But it’s always my choice, and never yours. Right, princess?”
“Yes… sir.”
He turned her to face him, with the backs of her legs against the bed.
“I think it’s time you called me ‘daddy.’” He punctuated the suggestion by running a finger down her already wet slit, stopping on the bundle of nerves at the apex of her spread thighs and putting just enough pressure there to make her wriggle and whimper.
“Yes,” she said.
A sharp slap to her bottom as he kept the pressure on her clit caused her to yelp and then moan.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes… daddy,” she said.
It did not feel so strange now, saying this. It did not feel wrong. It felt right. It felt good, but not as good as what he did next.
“Daddy’s going to eat your pussy now, princess, and then he’s going to eat your bottom hole. And you’re going to hold still the entire time and not fight him. Is that clear?”
“Oooo, yes, daddy.”
Just his words alone had her dripping as he pushed her back on the duvet. The bed shifted and his large hands were on her hips and then….
Tiffany never knew she could orgasm so easily, but just the pressure of his insistent mouth fastening on the bud of her clitoris pushed her over the ledge where his words alone had already placed her. She bucked back against his face, could feel his murmurs of satisfaction as he kept his oral grasp on her labia. And then his tongue was everywhere, lapping up her juices as he nibbled and suckled and laved.
Nothing had ever felt like this; she never knew anyone could make her feel this good. Before Lance, sex was mildly enjoyable—a physical act of release with whatever man she was dating. But no man had ever touched her so completely, and she realized now that all the things she’d heard about how sex could be amazing with the right person suddenly made sense.
He was lapping the last of her juices now, and moved down to bite first the base of one bottom cheek and then the other—just hard enough to make her cry out. His laugh was deep and throaty.
“You’re so sweet, princess,” he said. “I could eat you up.”
And at that moment, Tiffany felt devoured, consumed. And she reveled in it, crying out anew when he parted the soft, fleshy halves of her bottom to plumb the puckered hole with his tongue. The sensation of his mouth on her most intimate and secret of places had her pussy throbbing anew, and she cried out when one and then two fingers found their way in.
“You’re so wet again,” he said. “And I could just eat you all night. But I think instead I’m going to fuck you. Hard.”
She gasped at this deliciously dominant assertion and looked back to see Lance unzip his jeans and withdraw the largest, most beautiful cock she’d ever seen. It was long and thick and veiny, with a large drop of pre-cum already adorning the tip of the flared head. Tiffany was thinking how she’d like to lick that drop away when—without preamble—he thrust all the way in.
She screamed her immediate pleasure, the sudden invasion so exquisitely unexpected that it nearly took her breath away. Even as his big cock stretched her pussy, its walls gripped him hungrily, and when he began to move slowly and deliberately, she moaned at the sensation of his fleshy length rubbing against the G-spot, driving her wild with passion as he started moving faster.
“That’s it, my little princess,” he was saying. “Ah, I love the way you feel. You’re softness and curves and your daddy loves fucking you. In fact, your daddy may just fuck you every day from now on.”

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Getting dumped for her best friend marks a low point in Tiffany Barlow’s life, and the break-up does more than shake her confidence. A few hurtful words from her ex are enough to leave her wondering if, as a plus-sized woman, she’s too big for anyone to want as a submissive. After moving across the country with the aim of starting over, Tiffany is determined to get in shape and begin a new life.

As far as Lance Sawyer is concerned, the full-figured girl who shows up for a trial membership at his gym is the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. When Tiffany leaves in a snit after a misunderstanding, he’s determined to make things right, and he offers her his services as a personal trainer. But this will be a very special form of training…

Lance is no stranger to the age play lifestyle, and in Tiffany he sees a girl with a deep need for total submission. But first she’ll have to get past her misconceptions about her weight, recognize her true beauty, and discover what it really means to be a little. Can Nick’s loving care and strict discipline teach Tiffany that she can be big, beautiful, and little?

Publisher’s Note: Big Beautiful Little is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, age play, medical play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

See didn’t I tell you this was a hot one! Get your copy today and one-click the link below! Happy reading! ~Morganna

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Another Free Spanking Story Friday!-The Belt’s Kiss

I hope this post finds you well and you enjoy this hot little short. Happy Reading!~Morganna

The Belt’s Kiss

Leah was positioned on her hands and knees before the fire. She parted her lips in anticipation as she looked back over her shoulder at her lover. She watched as he pulled the belt from his pant loops and doubled it. Her already tender bottom twitched and tingled as she thought of the belt’s kiss.

Earlier he had taken her across his knee and brought her bottom to a bright red glow with the thorough application of his hand. She had gasped and writhed across his lap as every nerve beneath her skin came to life with each spank. Then he had stood her before him, her silk panties still at mid-thigh, and her red dress still high about her waist. He had gone to his knees before her cupping her burning bottom in his hand as he placed one light kiss against her quivering tummy. Then he had helped her finish undressing and positioned her on her knees before the fire.

Leah gasped and arched her back as the belt left a line of fire across her bottom. She revealed in the feelings pulsing through her body. She tingled from head to toe as her body began to pulse with need. She cried out with each lick of the belt, from both the searing heat it left in its wake and the aching emptiness it seemed to magnify.

Soon she could take no more as the need and frustration built. She looked back over her shoulder once again a look of invitation and need in her eyes. “Please,” She said softly before laying her chest against the tiles and lifting her bottom beseechingly toward him.

“Are you in charge here,” he asked with a quirk of his brow.

She dropped her gaze from his, “No sir.”

“Chest to the floor, bottom up and legs spread,” he commanded.

“Yes sir,” Leah groaned opening her thighs further apart as she pressed her breasts back against to the cold tiles, moaning softly as her nipples tightened further in response. She could feel her arousal trickling down her thighs.

His big hand stroked along her burning bottom, grazing her lightly with his nails, chuckling as her back arched in response, “Good girl.”

Leah almost came when two fingers suddenly entered her hungry sheath, but he merely pumped twice then pulled free from her wet heat, wiping it on her stinging buttocks, “Please…” she whimpered, need throbbing through her entire body.

“Soon…soon my love but first you need a little more color in that delectable bottom of yours,” he said firmly before the belt snapped down again in a line of fire and heat.

Again and again it fell until genuine tears and cries of distress escaped her full lips but she didn’t try to avoid his lash, she kept her bottom presented to him…his canvas to paint masterfully any shade of red he desired.

“Are you ready for me Leah?”

“Yes sir, please!” she cried, almost desperate in her need now.

He dropped the belt instantly and shed his pants before coming up behind her and filling her softness. She groaned and shoved her hips back against him, loving the way his thighs slapped against her stinging bottom as his cock filled her.

He pounded into her hard and fast, need overcoming both of them as they came together. Reaching around her he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger as he pounded deeper and deeper inside. She came around him immediately her hungry channel doing its best to milk him dry but he resisted.

Their coupling became frenzied as they neared the goal. This time they shouted in mutual satisfaction before collapsing on the floor in front of the fire. As their breathing returned to normal he smiled into her hair. “You know darling, I might just have to punish you for not mentioning your uncle said we could use his cabin anytime we wanted sooner.”

Leah laughed and turned in his arms, “Oh please do.”

Ashe Barker is in the house with a smoking hot excerpt from her new book, A Scandalous Arrangement

Hi Morganna, and thank you for inviting me over today to share a little about my latest release, A Scandalous Arrangement.
The book is set in Victorian England, the industrial revolution when new inventions and scientific discoveries were transforming everyday life. The story mentions some of these – the development of the telephone, the light bulb, railways. The Victorians have always seemed to me to be a peculiar mix of conservative prudery and adventurous discovery, it was an era when anything seemed possible. My characters embrace the new technology of their generation.
It was an exciting age, and I loved writing about it. I hope readers will share my fascination.
Here’s the blurb…
After a foolish wager costs her brother ownership of the weaving mill in Yorkshire which provides her income, Victoria Wynne is left with no choice but to confront the man who took the bet and seek to dissuade him from claiming his prize. Unfortunately for her, that man turns out to be Adam Luke, an experienced, ambitious entrepreneur who is intent on keeping what he won.

Upon meeting her, Adam is enchanted by Victoria’s beauty and charm as well as her nerve and self-reliance. Adam is a man of singular tastes, and when Victoria asks to manage the mill in return for a share of the profits, he offers her a bold proposal of his own. She will continue to run the mill as she has for years, but in return for a substantially larger portion of the profits she will also serve at his beck and call behind closed doors, submitting to him in any way he desires.

Wanting to earn enough money to buy back the mill as quickly as possible—and with some part of her shamefully aroused by the thought of kneeling naked at Adam’s feet—Victoria accepts his terms. But submission initially proves difficult for a woman used to running her own affairs, and soon enough she finds herself bare-bottomed over his knee for a firm lesson in obedience.

Adam’s plans for Victoria run much deeper than just an occasional spanking. She will be stripped naked, bound, and teased until she is aching for release, and then at last he will take her long and hard. As Adam continues to train her, teaching her to yield to his mastery while bringing her more pleasure than she ever thought possible, Victoria cannot help falling for him. But can a lifelong bond truly emerge from such a scandalous arrangement?

Publisher’s Note: A Scandalous Arrangement is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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And now, an excerpt from A Scandalous Arrangement. Victoria is laying out her terms for their agreement.
Alone with Adam Luke, Victoria occupied herself in rearranging paper clips for several minutes. He didn’t shift from the edge of her desk, even though there was now a spare seat in the room. Eventually he reached down and laid his hand over hers, stopping any further fidgeting.
“Victoria, we need to talk.”
She looked up at him. “Yes, I know that. But not here. Not now.”
“I intend to be on the train leaving Hebden Bridge at three o’clock. I will require an answer from you before I leave. Failure to provide me with one will result in my assuming your response to be no. I will not repeat my offer to you. So, we discuss it here, now, or you risk running out of time.”
She met his gaze, her expression calm, she hoped. She slid her hand from under his and folded it with the other in her lap. She saw no merit in prevarication. “My answer is yes. But I wish to suggest a slight variation to your terms.”
He frowned, but tilted his head at her. “Please go on, Victoria.”
“Yesterday, when you were describing the, er, the precise nature of our arrangement, you promised to take all possible precautions to avoid impregnating me.”
“I did, and will do so. But as I also made clear, should there be a baby as a result, I will acknowledge the child and provide for him or her. You too if need be.”
“And I believe I made my position on that clear also. I will require no such provision, nor will my child.”
He lifted an eyebrow, but remained silent. Victoria took that as her opportunity to set out her own terms.
“I will comply with your wishes. You may do – what you like – and I will submit to it without complaint. But there will be no precautions taken regarding pregnancy. Quite the reverse in fact. I wish to bear a child and I believe you would make a most acceptable sire. Those are my terms.”
His somewhat startled expression afforded Victoria a degree of satisfaction. “You want a baby?”
“I do, Mr Luke. And I am of the opinion you could provide me with one.”
“I see.”
“I am not entirely convinced that you do. I am a businesswoman, my time is fully occupied running my mill, and for the foreseeable future I anticipate your additional requirements will eradicate any remaining free time I might have had. I am not a woman given to frivolity, nor do I care for social gatherings particularly. In short, I am resigned to the fact that I am unlikely to marry. However that does not mean I have no desire to have children. I do, in fact. Very much so. But I am already twenty seven years old and if I am to take steps to pursue that objective it has to be soon.”
“I appreciate your sense of urgency, but this plan of yours is not without is complications. Am I to understand you intend to bring up your child alone then? Would the God-fearing wool barons of Yorkshire not find something to say on the matter?”
“I do not believe they would, or at least not on any sustained basis. As long as I offer high quality cloth at a decent price, they will trade with me and be right glad of the opportunity. We Yorkshire folk are not a sentimental bunch, not when it comes to business.”

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WIP it up Wednesday!!!-Maggie is getting spanked!

This is an excerpt from my current WIP book three of the Ramelian Bride series Maggie is the Commander’s youngest daughter and she’s always loved Jackson. Jackson however may need a little convincing to realize he’s a Ramelian Bride’s Mate. Hope you like it!

The Ramelian Bride’s Human Mate

Maggie realized Jackson was her mate when she was sixteen. He had always been important to her and she’d always wanted desperately to please him but the year she turned sixteen it morphed into something more.
He’d been home on leave from Ramel with her older brothers and something inside her clicked into place and she knew. She belonged to Jackson.
Of course Maggie knew better than to tell him or anyone else about the revelation. She was only sixteen, still a child as far as Jackson and her family were concerned but Maggie knew one day soon she’d stake her claim.
Since then she’d bided her time, waiting until she was an official adult and today was the day. She’d actually been an adult for over a year but unfortunately Jackson hadn’t been back on Earth since well before her eighteenth birthday. So again Maggie had waited.
When her father mentioned Jackson would be home at the end of the week for an extended leave Maggie knew her time had finally come. Jackson would be hers.
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Jackson tinkered with his old bike; it was good to be home. He really enjoyed being assigned to the Ramelian detail attached to Ramel but as one of his favorite movies stated, there was no place like home.
Later tonight he would be having dinner at the Commander’s house with his loud and boisterous family. He couldn’t wait to see little Maggie and find out what the brat had been up to during his absence. Unless of course she’d already been mated to some Ramelian Warrior.
He tried to ignore the knot that idea formed in his stomach, Jackson wasn’t sure why the thought of her being mated bothered him. Maggie was like a little sister to him, maybe it was just because she was so young and he wanted her to be able to experience some of what life had to offer before settling down.
Shrugging his thoughts aside Jackson focused his attention back on his bike and getting it ready to ride while he was home on leave.
“Jackson?” the hesitant query brought him up from his bike as he turned to face the woman stepping into his garage.
“Maggie?” disbelief etched his tone as he stood and stared at the vision in front of him. Her curvy body was squeezed into a short tight skirt and the halter style top she was wearing barely managed to contain her full breasts. His breath caught in his throat as he took in everything about her from her lushly curved body and her long curly hair swirling around her like a cloak.
Jackson realized in that moment that he did not see Maggie as a sister; a fact that hit him straight in the gut because he knew she could never be his. The other emotion rapidly filling him was outrage that she would leave her home dressed like some over-sexed vamp.
She grinned up at him a twinkle in her bright green eyes, “I’m so glad you’re home. I’ve waited so long to be able to…”
“What were you thinking leaving the house dressed like that?” Jackson’s angry tone made her blink.
“I thought you’d like it. I wanted to look sexy for you Jackson,” she told him earnestly.
“You wanted to look…,” Jackson shook his head in consternation at the little gem. “Young lady you are in so much trouble.”
“But Jackson…”
He held up his hand to stop whatever nonsense she was about to spout and grabbed her firmly by one arm to frog march her into the house and straight to the sink. Jackson turned the water on and wet one big hand before bending her over towards the sink and began using the cold water to scrub at the make-up she’d plastered all over her face.
“I can’t believe you left the house like this,” he scolded her as he added some soap to the mix, holding her bucking body still as he thoroughly removed all traces of make-up from her skin. Then grabbed a hand towel to gently pat her face dry, “Margaret you’re a child and you have no business dressing like a tart now or ever.”
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Maggie was outraged; her perfect moment had gone horribly awry. Not only was she being rejected by her mate, he was treating her like a naughty child!
“I’m nineteen years old. I’m hardly a child and I’ll dress however I want to Jackson Marks!” Maggie yelled, jerking her arm from his grasp.
“You will do as you’re told young lady,” he said sternly catching hold of her arm once more.
She growled at him in frustration and stomped one high heeled foot, “You are not the boss of me Jackson!” Maggie knew immediately the words made her sound like the child he’d just accused her of being but it was hard to focus when someone was ripping your heart out.
“You listen to me little girl and you listen good; you are going to go home and take off that ridiculously short skirt and low cut top and burn them. You will never leave the house dressed like this again. Do you understand me?” he asked her as he gave her one quick shake as if to emphasize his point.
Maggie lost it as her eyes began to fill and she did the unthinkable, she kicked Jackson in the shin as hard as she could before jerking free of him again. “I will wear whatever I want whenever I want and there isn’t anything you can do about it. In fact if I want to walk down main street stark naked and invite any good ole boy with a woody to climb aboard I will!”
She knew she’d gone too far when Jackson’s face turned red and his eyes seemed to bug out at the crudity of her words. Maggie decided prudence was the better part of valor and ran.
He caught her before she’d taken three steps tossing her over one broad shoulder with an enraged roar and carrying her into the den. Jackson sat down on the sofa and tossed her face down over his thighs in almost one fluid movement.
Maggie’s short skirt barely covering her backside as it was so it took very little effort for Jackson to lift it out of his way; she cringed when she heard his choked groan and knew he was reacting to the g-string barely covering anything. When she’d left the house the barely there underwear had seemed like the perfect invitation now she was mortified to have him see them.
“Well I guess at least there isn’t anything in way of teaching you a well deserved lesson is there little girl?” he asked before bringing the palm of his hand down hard on her upturned backside.
“Owww!” Maggie yelled in response and immediately began trying to claw her way over the arm of the sofa and off his lap.
Jackson held her in place easily scissoring one leg across her flailing limbs and pinning her firmly in place as his hand began to fall in earnest. He spanked her hard and fast barely giving any respite from one blow before the next fell.
Maggie quickly stopped worrying about his view as the ever growing flame of stinging pain filled her nether regions. “Please Jackson stop!”
“You asked for this young lady and I aim to see you get every bit of it!” he said sternly.

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Check out my new release, Unacceptable behavior. Happy Reading! ~Morganna

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