It’s Free Story Friday!-Charlie takes charge and gives Lindy a spanking!

Hope you all had a great week and have an even more fabulous weekend. I hope you enjoy this story of Lindy’s first spanking. Happy reading! ~Morganna

Charlie Takes Charge

The checkout line at Walmart was at least ten baskets long, so I had plenty of time to peruse the treasures located along the check out aisle. I grinned as I added a super duper cheese slicer and the handy dandy nut grater to my basket.

“What are you doing?” I jumped at the sound of Charlie’s voice right behind me.

“Waiting in line; did you find what you needed in auto-motive?” I asked, watching as Charlie started sifting through my basket.

“What do you need this for?” He asked holding up the cheese slicer.

“Well I thought it looked like a neat gadget,” I said sounding a little lame even to my ears. Then frowned as he pulled the things I had thrown in while standing in line out of my basket one by one and placed them back on the shelf. “Hey! I want those things.”

“I have seen about five dozen different things in you kitchen that slice and dice. You don’t need this stuff. It is a waste of money,” Charlie said turning away to look at the gum.

“Hey buster, it is my money we’re talking about,” I said, glaring at his back before reaching toward the stuff he had just placed back on the shelf. He stopped me by placing his hand over mine.

“No, leave them. I’m beginning to see why you seem to run out of money before the end of the month,” he said with a thoughtful expression.

I started to argue some more but something about the look on his face stopped me. It wasn’t an expression I was familiar with. Some inner warning system told me not to push. I felt my face flush as my tummy started doing flips. I had known Charlie was a take charge kind of guy, but I wasn’t sure I cared for this new turn of events. Bossy. I thought to myself as I glared at the back of his head. My equilibrium was slowly beginning to return to normal and I was getting more and more irritated by my own passiveness. What’s wrong with me?

I had always bemoaned the fates that landed me with weenie after weenie, and wimp upon wimp; yearning for a guy with a personality at least as strong as mine, if not stronger. I knew the minute I met Charlie that here was no weenie or wimp.

Now as we stood in the checkout line I wondered what I had been thinking. The last guy I went out with would not have dared to dictate squat to me. Of course he never had me call him at night so he would know I made it home safe and had even driven out of a parking lot once without even making sure I made it into my car.

Charlie’s concern always made me feel safe and cared for. It all left me feeling confused and a little scared.

As I waited my turn and then finally paid for my stuff I began to get angry with Charlie for daring to tell me what to do. It was after all my money. I should be able to spend it on whatever I want. I sat quietly in the passenger seat of his car and fumed.

I frowned when Charlie parked beside a pub, “Why are we stopping?”

“I thought we could get a bite to eat,” he said getting out of the car.

I made a face at his back and followed him inside. I sat down and glared at the tabletop not opening my menu.

“What do you want Hon?” he asked as he looked over the menu.

“Well, I don’t really need anything you know. I have food at home,” I said snippily.

Charlie slowly raised his eyes from the menu and frowned sternly into mine, “What you need is a good spanking Lindy. I suggest if you think very carefully before you end up with exactly what you are asking for.”

I gaped at Charlie, “I…well…..I …..you……never….oh.” Just then the waiter cleared his throat. It was obvious he had heard what Charlie said from the grin plastered across his face. I glared at the waiter as heat filled my face. I picked my purse up and slammed it to the table, “Nothing for me thanks I’m on my way out.” Fixing the waiter with the glare I wasn’t quite brave enough to shoot in Charlie’s direction.

A hand clamped across my arm before I could rise from the table, but Charlie continued to focus his attention on the waiter. “We’ll just have two burger plates to go. Mayo on one with no onions, and one all the way with mustard, thank you.” Charlie smiled at the waiter and handed him the menus, before turning his attention back to me. “Tell me what’s going through that head of yours.”

“I can’t believe you said that in public. That waiter thought you were serious,” I said fiercely.

“I was serious,” he said firmly. “That’s why I ordered our food to go.”

The feelings swirling around in me were overwhelming. Tears stung my eyes as heat filled my face and a circus act did acrobatics in my tummy and I would swear my bottom started to blush too. I squirmed in my seat, “You can’t. I’m a grown woman not a child.” My voice sounded breathy, not at all strong and assertive like I had intended.

“A grown woman out of control, who is acting like a child,” Charlie said softly.

“So you are going to take all my control and just chuck it out the window?” I said softly.

“No baby, I am going to help you get the control back.”

The waiter brought the burgers and I watched as Charlie paid the bill. He stood with the sacks in hand then turned to me and held out his hand, “Lindy?”

I bit my lip as I looked up at him, then took a deep breath and placed my hand in his.

I was surprised when Charlie stopped me halfway to the door. “I believe you owe someone an apology,” he said firmly.

I looked toward the smirking waiter then back at Charlie, “I don’t want to apologize to that little creep.”

“You were inexcusably rude to him, little creep or not,” Charlie said firmly as he nudged me toward the waiter.

I felt my face flame anew as I stood before the waiter. “I apologize for being so rude to you. It was uncalled for.”

The waiter’s grin widened knowingly as he took in my embarrassment. Then he glanced over my shoulder and paled. “That’s okay, I’m sorry I added to your discomfort. Have a good day,” he said quickly before scurrying away.

I looked suspiciously back at Charlie. He smiled at me innocently. “See, that wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it would be,” Charlie said as he led me from the pub.

I chattered nervously the entire way home, trying not to think about what was coming. Charlie’s amused smile didn’t help. It did make me want to smack him a good one though!

When we got into the house Charlie took of his coat and reached for mine. I backed away from him, “Charlie, maybe we should talk about….”

“Shhh,” he said softly placing a finger across my lips. “Everything will be okay.” Charlie turned me away from him and took my coat. I watched him as he hung our coats in the hall closet then set the bags with our burgers on the bar.

Then he walked back to me, took my hand and led me to the couch where he sat me on his lap, “Now, let’s talk about why we are here.”

“Wh..what do you mean?” I asked, not sure what he meant.

“Why are you about to be spanked?” He asked.

“Because I wanted those things in the store?” I asked in a breathless rush.

Charlie frowned, “Try again Lindy.”

I sighed and began playing with a button on his shirt, not wanting to meet his eyes, “Because I was rude to you and to the waiter.”

A gentle finger lifted my chin so my eyes met his. I caught my breath at the soft look in his eyes, “That’s right. I will not tolerate sulking and snippy or snide comments when you don’t get your way. As soon as we are finished here and have eaten you and I are going to sit down and figure out a budget for you.”

“A budget!?!” I gasped, not liking the sound of that at all.

“Yes, a budget. Your spending is way out of control and you need to get a handle on it. Understood?” He asked sternly.

“Yes sir.” I said softly then gasped, shocked that those words had actually come out of my mouth. I couldn’t remember ever saying that to anyone. Oh well, at least that seems to have been the right answer.

“Now let’s get this over with,” Charlie said firmly before turning me over his lap. I stared at the carpet and tried to figure out what to do with my hands. Then Charlie lifted my skirt and pulled my panties to my knees. I put my hands to my face in embarrassment. I gasped and jumped when his hand landed on my left cheek. My but that stung! His hand fell again and again. Soon I wasn’t worried about anything but the building sting in my bottom.

“I’m sorreeeee!” I yelled as the spanks seemed to get harder and harder. My poor bottom was on fire. Then his hand landed on the tender underside of my butt and I started to cry as he paid special attention to that area.

Then Charlie pulled me up into his arms and cuddled me to his chest as I sobbed. He rubbed my back and rocked me crooning in my ear. Soon I calmed down and snuggled into his embrace. As Charlie sat and simply held me, I realized how very lucky I was that this man was neither a wimp nor a weenie.

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Alex Reynolds is in the house! She talking about her new age play, The Sheriff’s Little Girl-someone’s losing her panties!

I’m so excited to have Alex on my blog today! I’m in the middle of reading this book and the heroine’s vulnerability has captured my heart. I just want to give Julie a hug and the sheriff…where can you go wrong with a Daddy Dom in a uniform? Get your copy today! Happy reading! ~Morganna

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After twenty-four-year-old Julie catches her boyfriend selling drugs out of a rehab clinic and he threatens to hurt her if she tells anyone about it, the world suddenly seems like a much harsher, more dangerous place. When she shows up at Sheriff Peter Mitchell’s office and explains the danger she’s in, it doesn’t take him long to decide that she needs to come home with him so he can watch over her while his men set up a sting operation to catch the man who threatened her.

Peter is more than ready to protect Julie from anyone who might try to harm her, but he is far less ready for just how badly the lazy, spoiled girl is in need of a firm hand applied to her bare bottom. Yet when he takes matters into his own hands and gives her the first spanking of her life, he finds that he wants nothing more than to hold her in his lap and comfort her afterwards.

Nobody has ever made Julie feel secure and loved the way Peter does, and soon she’s calling him daddy as he dresses her, gives her baths, puts her to bed, and makes sure she’s not scared of the dark. Peter will not put up with naughtiness from his little girl, and when she misbehaves his punishments leave her bottom burning and her cheeks blushing red, yet when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a man should love a woman her sore backside is quickly forgotten. But the stress of the ongoing investigation isn’t quite so easy to forget. Can Julie learn to trust her daddy to keep her safe no matter what?

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And, of course, an excerpt!

Peter sat down on the sofa and held Julie in front of him by both her wrists. He looked up at her earnestly.

“I think what you need is for me to show you just how seriously I take this, young lady. I’m going to teach you this lesson in a way that I’m sure will be effective. You’re going to get a spanking.”

Julie’s face looked more incredulous than scared by these words. Her eyes narrowed instead of widening like he would have expected. “Seriously?” she asked.

“I’m not kidding,” Peter told her. “I want you to get over my lap, right now.” He guided her toward the position that he wanted.

To his surprise, Julie didn’t fight back against this, but she fell across his knees with as much attitude as possible, making a ‘humph!’ sound as she landed.

“We’ll see what your attitude is like when this is finished,” Peter warned her. He gripped the skirt of her party dress and pulled it up, exposing a sheer white thong.

“Wait, you’re really going to do this?” Julie asked, a little panicked.

“Oh, I’m really going to do this. And I’m going to do it right,” he told her. He pulled at the strap of her thong. “This isn’t offering you much protection, and it’s really not appropriate underwear for a little girl like you, so I’m going to slip this off. You’re going to get a proper, bare bottom spanking now.”

Julie grabbed a cushion off the sofa and buried her face in it.

“Feeling embarrassed?” he asked her as he slowly tugged her skimpy panties down. He couldn’t help but savor the sight of her fully bare bottom, round and high over his lap. He tugged her thong all the way down her legs, then maneuvered it over her shoes and off.

“I’m just going to put these in my pocket for now, you can have them back when you can behave properly,” he told her.

Author Bio:
Alex Reynolds is an author of erotic spanking fiction, as well as a popular spanking video model. She also writes the award winning spanking blog, Alex in Spankingland.

Alex was born in Upstate New York and was raised there and in New Jersey. She graduated with a degree in Creative Writing in 2009.

Interested in spanking throughout her entire life, Alex began to explore this world shortly after her eighteenth birthday. She became more strongly involved in the spanking community in her early twenties, when she began her blog and, shortly thereafter, started to star in spanking videos. Her whirlwind of spanking adventures have taken her around the world, and she feels fortunate to have met so many wonderful people by sharing this kink that she loves so dearly. These adventures and experiences have given her a lot to write about!

Alex lives in Los Angeles, California with her boyfriend and Dominant, Paul, and their two cats. She is polyamorous and also has wonderful and fulfilling relationships with another boyfriend and girlfriend who live just across town. She co-produces the spanking video websites Northern Spanking and Kitchen Sink Spanking and teaches workshops on spanking, consent and negotiation at kink related events. She is currently working on a project to help raise awareness of and sensitivity towards consensual kink dynamics within the mental health care community.

Alex’s other interests include video games, indie music, visiting National Parks and every kind of cat.

Spanked and Figged on Free Story Friday!

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I hope today finds you ready for the weekend, I know I am. Today I’m posting a brand new story. Hope you enjoy it! Happy reading! ~Morganna

Shattered

I stood, naked in the corner; my bottom stinging with heat my core aching and empty. I know this is supposed to be a time of reflection…to ponder on the depth of my misbehavior but all I can think about is my sore bottom and the heat that’s spread to other areas…heat that you quite happily encouraged.

My inner thighs were bathed shamefully with my arousal; while I always dreaded punishment I could not deny its affect on me…when you took control so masterfully…spanking my bottom hard to correct my errant behavior it made me long to be mastered in every way possible.

My clit throbbed in time with my bottom magnifying my need and causing me to move my legs restlessly, longing to press them together in an effort to find relief…release…but I know better.

The crisp spicy smell of ginger filled the air and my asshole contracted instinctively, as I shuddered from my position in the corner. The sound of the peeler scraping away the rough skin of the vicious little root and the sound of my own heartbeat all I could hear.

I wanted to turn around and look at you, get a little reassurance but knew that would only bring further punishment. I knew I’d been bad and likely had more spanking coming but I had not suspected a ginger plug in my future.

I whimpered, “Please? I’ll be good, I promise…”

“You’ve had chance after chance to be good, now I plan to see to it that you are,” was all you said; your stern tones filling me equally with anticipation and dread.

I’d know it was likely a futile plea, very seldom are you swayed from a course of action once it’s been decided. I would be getting my ass plugged with ginger before you finished my spanking and that was all there was too it. My ass clenched again as I imagined the awesome stinging heat that would soon fill it; inside and out.

An embarrassed moan escaped me as I felt another flood of moisture leaking from my empty core.

You chuckled behind me, knowing exactly what was happening to me this was a dance we’d shared many times before.

“Spread you legs and bend over, I want to see everything, but keep your nose in that corner young lady,” your voice sounded like whiskey laced with honey, sliding over me in an invisible caress.

A choked cry of distressed mortification came from me as I moved my legs apart and bent further over, knowing you could indeed see everything, from my thoroughly reddened bottom, to my shy little asshole and the embarrassingly wet lips announcing how thoroughly turned on I was by your strict punishment.
“Good girl,” I sighed with pleasure and my shoulders relaxed as those reassuring words washed over me. Everything would be okay. You would finish my punishment but then you would shatter me with pleasure and everything would be right in my world again.

I would emerge cleansed and renewed.

Then I felt you behind me, the heat of your body filling my own as your pants legs brushed my calves.

“It’s time,” I couldn’t suppress my shiver at your words. “You know what to do.”

With a little sob, I reached my hands back and grasped my tender bottom cheeks spreading them wide for you.

It took but a few seconds before I felt the press of the cool rounded root pressing against my tender bud for entrance. Taking a deep breath I relaxed my bottom and pressed backwards into it, allowing it to slip inside.

I gasped as you began to work it in and out of my poor little bottom, I squeezed down on it reflexively helping it to release its essence and the stinging heat began to penetrate my tender tissues.

“Ooooohhh!”

“This is what happens to naughty girls isn’t it? They get their bottoms punished inside out don’t they?”

“Yes sir!”

I went up on my toes trying to escape the bitter sting of the root but you followed working it in and out of me several times and twisting it around to make sure I understood the error of my ways. Then finally you seated it in place, and turned me to face you.

The slight wriggling couldn’t be helped as I faced you, wagging my bottom to relieve the sting wasn’t going to help but I couldn’t be still.

You crossed you arms over your chest and frowned down at me expectantly with a raised brow.

I knew what you wanted, “Thank you for punishing my bottom inside and out.”

“You have indeed been very a naughty young lady; get me the hairbrush so I can finish your spanking.”

Fresh tears threatened to fill my eyes as I imagined the brush landing on my already sore backside but I went and got it while you seated yourself on the bed.

Then I was back over your lap with the ginger seated firmly inside me and the brush began to fall hard and fast. I gasped and writhed over you knee as the stinging heat and pain began to fill me.

I began to sob when you concentrated your efforts on my sit spots, brining the hairbrush down over and over in the exact same place before doing the same on the other side.

“Please! I’ll be good…I’ll be a good girl! I promise!”

Then the spanking was over, and you were murmuring to me that I was a good girl as you spread my legs wide and thrust two fingers deep inside me.

The pain and heat in my bottom, the stinging of the ginger in my ass combined with the intense pleasure of your fingers working so hard and fast inside my hungry sheath sent me over the edge almost immediately.

I came apart over your lap, screaming your name as I came but you gave me no rest sending me up and over the edge again and again until I finally shattered completely fracturing into a million fragile pieces.

Then you were holding me as I came back to myself; whispering soft gentle words as you put me back together again; I emerged free from my burdens…everything made new.

Spanking and a blow job on Tuesday-Free story, Night Storm

I’m sorry I completely missed my free Friday post so here is your free story on Tuesday! I hope you enjoy it! Happy reading! ~Morganna

Night Storm

I woke suddenly my heart pounding. Thunder was clapping all around shaking the house with each blast. I sat up in bed as I recognized another sound, a dog was screaming. I scrambled quickly from bed. I glanced at Carl still deeply sleeping and decided there was no reason to wake him. I hurried outside not bothering to grab my robe.

The wind whipped my gown around my legs as I opened the door. I stepped out on to the porch and peered out into the darkness. The rain was pelting the ground so hard it bounced back up. I finally spotted Sadie; she had wrapped her chain around the lawn mower and turned it upside down in the yard. She couldn’t move. Her frightened cries tore through the air.

I ran into the storm, my gown plastered itself wetly to my body by the time I reached her. Sadie ran for the house the instant I unhooked her from the chain.

The smell of gasoline permeated the air as I struggled to right the upside down lawn mower. I sighed with relief when I finally got it rightside up.

I started to return to the house when I noticed that Georgie was gone. Shit!! I knew I shouldn’t have left her outside last night. I told Carl she was still too little.

“Georgie! Here Georgie!” I called to my six-month-old basset hound. She didn’t come. I frowned and began to walk the yard shivering as the rain continued to pelt me from about and below. I approached the run down old shack at the back of the yard. Carl planned to tear the building down because it was dangerous, but hadn’t gotten around to it yet.

I peered into the darkness of the shack, wondering what kind of creepy crawlies might be inside. “Georgie?” I called as I stepped inside. I saw her huddled in the corner of the building when lightening flashed. She was shivering. “Come here baby. It’s okay,” I said creeping across the dirt floor.

I cried out when a sharp pain hit me in the center of my foot. I lifted my foot and felt the bottom of it since I couldn’t see in the darkness.

“Oh no!” I wailed when I felt the nail protruding from my foot. No wonder it hurt so badly. I was afraid to try and pull the nail out with out being able to see how bad it was. I would have to wait till I got inside.

I reached down and scooped up Georgie, who had crept next to me when I cried out. Carefully walking on the heel of my injured foot, I made my way out of the old shack and back into the storm. It seemed to have gotten worse in the brief time I was inside the shack. Wind and rain whipped up at my face as I slowly made my way back to the house.

By the time I got to the porch my foot was throbbing so my tears were mingling with the rain. I set Georgie down in the laundry room and limped to the door. There was no way I could walk through the house in my present condition; I was drenched water pooling underneath me where I stood. I had just shampooed the carpets the day before.

I frowned to myself as I debated whether or not to wake Carl. Odds were he was going to be a bit unhappy with me.

The decision was taken out of my hands as the laundry room light snapped on over head and the door swung open, “Ellen? I woke up and found you gone and you didn’t answer.” Carl stopped and frowned when he realized I was soaking wet and shivering. He looked out the window at the storm then looked back at me sternly.

“I can explain,” I said quickly. “Sadie was screaming, she was all tangled up in the lawn mower, couldn’t find Georgie, the shack was dark and I couldn’t see the nail. And I got all wet.” I finished with a wail.

Carl sighed then pulled a clean towel from the stack folded on the dryer. “First things first let’s get you dried off.” He grabbed the hem of my gown and pulled it quickly over my head then began to briskly rub the towel across my cold skin. “I think we are going to have to get you into a hot bath.” Carl said wrapping the towel around me then pulling me toward the door.

“Ouch!” I cried as I put a little more weight on my injured foot than I intended.

“What’s wrong?” he asked frowning at the way I was holding my left foot up off the floor. “Ellie! You’re bleeding,” he said dropping to one knee and turning my foot so he could see where the blood was coming from. “Well hell,” Carl said to himself before scooping me up into his arms and carrying me inside.

He didn’t say a word as he carried me to the bathroom and sat me on the edge of the vanity. “I’m going to have to pull this out Baby,” He said gently as he studied the rusty nail sticking out of my foot.

“I know,” I said miserably.

He turned me on the vanity so that I was sitting with my foot in the sink and pulled me back against his shoulder griping my ankle tightly in the hand of the arm he had wrapped around me. He grabbed the nail with his other hand. I pressed my face into his neck and bit my lip as he pulled the nail from my foot. “Shhh, that parts over,” he said softly stroking my hair as I whimpered into his neck. “We have to clean it up now Ellie,” Carl said firmly.

I took a deep quivering breath and nodded sitting up again on the vanity. I managed to stay relatively quiet and still as Carl made short work of thoroughly cleaning the area and bandaging it. When he was finished he turned and began running hot water into the tub.

He didn’t say anything as he finished filling the bath.

“I’m sorry Carl,” I said softly when he came to help me into the tub.

“We’ll discuss it later Ellen,” he said firmly, taking my towel off before lifting me in his arms and setting me back down backwards in the water with my left foot hanging out. “Don’t get that wet.” He instructed me firmly before leaving the room.

I lay back in the hot water feeling sorry for myself as the heat seeped into my bones.

Carl came back into the bathroom with a glass of milk and some advil. “Here take these.” He said putting them into my hand and handing me the milk, “We’re going to have to go and get you a tetanus shot in the morning. That old nail was real rusty. The doctor may need to go ahead and give you some anti-biotics too; I think the nail went in about an inch.”

“Okay.” I said quietly too tired to argue. “What time is it?”

“Around four am, must have been about three when you decided to run out into the storm in your nightie and bare feet,” he said with a frown.

“I didn’t stop to think. Sadie was screaming,” I said defensively.

“You should have woken me.” Carl said firmly. “We won’t go into that right now though. As I said we will discuss it later. Let’s get you out of there and back to bed where you belong.”

Soon I was once again dry, wrapped in a warm flannel nightie and my husband’s arms. I snuggled in and went to sleep. I had decided to worry about our “discussion” tomorrow.

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I limped in the front door with Carl close on my heels. I sighed as I threw my purse on the side table and sank down into the couch. The doctor’s visit had not been fun. Once again my poor foot had been scrubbed and scoured, then re-bandaged. Then I had received a lovely tetanus shot in the arm, which still ached like the dickens. Carl’s only comment was for me to be thankful I had gotten it in the arm.

The doctor had also given me prescriptions for anti-biotics and some decongestant. I had woken up with the sniffles and a scratchy throat. He had pronounced that since it was a puncture wound I wouldn’t need stitches but that I was to keep it clean and dry. Then he told Carl to watch it closely for any signs of infection and to keep me out of rainstorms. I blushed when Carl assured the doctor that he would see to it that I never did something so foolish again.

I was certainly glad to be home. I laid my head back on the cushions and thought about having a nap. I didn’t realize Carl had come back into the room until he was standing right in front of me.

“Suppose you tell me why you ran outside in the middle of a storm with no coat or shoes on?” Carl asked with a stern look upon his face.

The moment of discussion had apparently arrived.

“Well Sadie was screaming and I was worried so I just ran straight outside,” I said earnestly.

“Why didn’t you wake me up Ellen? You know I wouldn’t have wanted you running around outside alone at three in the morning with or without a storm,” he said glaring down at me.

“Would you sit down? You’re giving me a crick.” I snapped.

“Okay, I was trying to give you a chance to explain yourself, but if you want me to sit down I’d be delighted to oblige,” Carl said, sitting down next to me and then pulling me face down across his knees.

“Nooo! Carl I’m sorry! I just didn’t want to wake you because you were sleeping so well.” I yelled, as he lifted my skirt and jerked my panties to mid-thigh. “Wait Carl!”

“No, I think our discussion will be more productive this way. You seem to listen much better from there,” Carl said as his hand clapped across my bare bottom.

“Ouch! Carl can’t we talk about this some more?” I asked desperately.

“I gave you the opportunity to talk about it, you chose not to. So I think I will just make sure it never happens again,” he told me as his hand started to descend once again toward my vulnerable posterior.

I lost track of how many times his hand fell as the fire in my backside began to burn hotter and hotter. It wasn’t long before I was crying limply across his lap as my bottom and foot seemed to throb together in unison.

Carl turned me gently in his arms, “Now you listen to me Ellen Marie Jensen. You are not to go outside after midnight without waking me and letting me know what you are doing ever again. If you go out in the rain you will wear a raincoat and shoes. You are never to go into that shack again night or day. Is that understood?”

I nodded into his chest and sniffed.

“What if you had been hurt so bad you couldn’t get out of there? I might not have woken up and realized you were gone until morning. You’re never to do anything like that again.” Carl said sternly.

“Yes sir. I’m sorry Carl. I just didn’t think,” I said softly as I looked up into his warm brown eyes.

“Well you can either start thinking or stop sitting,” he said pulling me tightly to him and lying back on the couch with me curled against him.

I propped my chin on his chest and looked down at him, “Hamm. That’s a difficult choice.” I said with a saucy grin, and then gasped when his hand clapped off my well-tenderized bottom. “Owww! Carl I was teasing!”

My husband laughed and pulled me down to him. “Well then get on with your teasing girl! Perhaps you can find a way to lighten my mood.”

I melted as his eyes twinkled up into mine. “Perhaps I can at that.” Not breaking eye contact with my husband’s warm brown eyes I lowered myself carefully to my knees, positioning myself between his spread legs and unzipped his jeans. With just a few quick tugs his cock sprang free and into my waiting hand.

Stroking my hands lightly up his throbbing shaft I smiled up at him before leaning down to lick all around the swollen head. I was lapping softly at the sensitive underside then licking quickly into the slit to catch the pre-cum leaking out with an appreciative moan.

Carl’s fingers sank into the hair on either side of my head and pressed me towards his cock, “Suck me inside your mouth and show me you can be my good girl.”

Obediently I opened my mouth as he pushed inside deeply, with a groan of pleasure. “That’s it baby, take me deep.”

Opening my throat for him I began to work my mouth and throat down as he thrust taking him deep and humming around him to increase his pleasure. I licked the underside as he moved in and out of my mouth increasing my suction every time he withdrew.

When he began to thrust even more deeply into the back of my throat I began swallowing rhythmically around him until with a deep growl of pleasure he came shooting a burst of cum down my throat.

Carl relaxed back on the couch, stroking my hair as I licked his cock clean before releasing him from my mouth with one last lingering lick, “Good girl Ellie.”

He pulled me from the floor and lifted me against him as he turned sideways to lie down on the couch with me blanketing his body. I shivered as his big hands cupped my sore bottom.

My clit was throbbing rather urgently between my thighs; I shifted my legs restlessly with a moan and his hand clapped down on my tender tush.

“Do naughty girls get to cum Ellen?” he asked with a frown.

I sighed and snuggled back down on his chest, knowing the throb of my clit was going to go unanswered for the time being, “No sir.”

He grinned and pressed a kiss into my hair, “I love you baby.”

“I love you too,” I said pressing a kiss to his smiling mouth before I lay my head back on his chest with a contented smile.

Free Story Friday-Someone’s getting spanked!

If you’ve read Naturally Naughty then you’re familiar with Shannon and her quirky habits. This little story takes place before Shannon meets Landon and finds herself firmly taken in hand, but Landon isn’t the only man in the world that thinks a spanking might be just what Shannon needs. Happy reading!~Morganna

A Tale of Three Tires

I was driving along minding my own business, because that who I am…a good girl. It was around 10PM and the swirl of red and blue lights in the mirror surprised me. I looked down at the speedometer. I wasn’t speeding!

I used my signal to switch lanes! I know I’d stayed completely between the lines!

In the past I suppose I’ve been guilty of my share of traffic indiscretions, but this wasn’t one of them. I was innocent!

I pulled to the shoulder, turned on my overhead light and began dutifully digging for my proof of insurance in the glove compartment.

I still hadn’t found said proof when the officer tapped lightly on my window. Sitting up with a questioning smile I opened the window.

“Ma’am were you aware your license plate light was out?”

I blinked, “No I had no idea. That’s never happened to me before. Not in all the cars I’ve had. At least I don’t think it has… I guess you wouldn’t know would you since you don’t usually walk behind your car while it’s running. Is that like a little light bulb you can buy at wal-mart?”

The officer stared at me a little nonplused as he listened to my rambling explanations. “Yes.”

“Okay good.”

“Can I see your license and proof of insurance?”

I obediently handed him my license while I continued to dig through the pile of papers liberated from my glove compartment for the current insurance card.

“Did you know your license was expired?”

“Oh I forgot! Hang on!”

“You have the paper renewal?”

“Of course, I just forgot it was expired.” I handed him the paper copy of my renewal and he stood watching while I continued to dig.

“You keep looking for your proof of insurance and I’ll be back in a minute.”

I smiled at him. “I know I have it, I put it in here just the other day. You see I was getting the owners manual out earlier so I could find out how to let the back seat down and everything got mixed up.”

He nodded absently. “I’ll be right back.”

As I continued to look for the right insurance card I couldn’t believe how many I had. One was from 1997. Good grief! I had a mound of papers on my lap and another mound on the seat next to me that I’d already been through.

Then the flashlight was back, I began to dig a little more frantically and finally I came up with the correct card.

“Here it is!” I cried, holding the card out to him triumphantly.

The officer sighed as he took the card then pointed his flashlight down at my lap and the other seat. “Throw those away.”

I blushed. “Yes sir.”

“I’m giving you a warning but you need to get that light replaced as soon as possible. Sign here.”

I signed on the dotted line and thanked the nice officer for my warning. Thank goodness it hadn’t been another ticket. THAT would not have gone over well at all since some people feel I’ve had an excess of them.

I stuck the little warning in my wallet and promptly forgot about it. (Not on purpose of course)

***

The next morning as I was pulling in to the parking lot at work I was multitasking as usual, pulling in, eating a sandwich and talking with my friend Sebrina on my cell.

Usually I am quite good at multitasking but on this particular occasion I got distracted and said a “BIG HELLO” to the curb. I was a bit jolted but everything seemed to be intact. So I finished my sandwich said good-bye to Seb then headed into the building to pick up a few more files.

That afternoon I had several visits that were miles and miles apart. I drove to Corsicana and then headed to my next visit 90 miles away in Cleburne.

About halfway between I stopped to get a drink and on the way back to the car I noticed a big bubble on the left front tire.

I had a sinking feeling that was a bad sign so I decided to call my friend Seb and ask her advice, as soon as I got to Cleburne. What would a few more miles hurt?

As I drove I began to imagine that my tire was shimmying on the road. I was worried about the tire but didn’t really want to stop until I was in Cleburne as I was familiar with the tire shops in that area.

I made my visit in Cleburne and then called Seb.

“Hey Babe! What’s up?”

“I have a bubble on my tire. Do you think that’s really bad?”

“A bubble? What kind of bubble?”

“I dunno just a bubble.”

“Hang on let me call Ryan.”

I sat quietly while Seb called her husband.

“Hi Honey. Shannon has a bubble on her tire. I don’t know let me ask. Shan where is the bubble?”

“It’s on the area between the wheel and the tread. It covers the area between.”

Seb passed on the information then came back to me. “Ryan wants to know how big the bubble is.”

I parked and got out of the car so I could study the bubble. “It’s about an inch wide and two inches long.”

Again Seb repeated the info to Ryan. “Babe, Ryan says go get your tire checked right NOW.”

“Okay. I’ll go to the Tire Store. That’s where I got this tire.”

“Call me and let me know what they say.”

“I will.”

I parked the car and then went in to the shop. I bought three of my tires here but wasn’t sure how long ago it was.

George was behind the counter, I remembered him from the times I’d been in before. I explained my problem and he followed me out to look at my tire as I told him that I drove between 200 and 400 miles a day for my job.

“You definitely need a new tire then. That one won’t last long and it could cause an accident if it blows.”

“What causes that kind of bubble?”

“It’s a pressure break in the tire lining. Usually it happens if you hit a pot hole hard or something.”

“I hit a curb this morning when I was on the phone with my friend Seb. I bet that was it!”

“That would do it.” He said with a frown.

“So my basically my tire has a hernia?”

He blinked. “I guess that’s one way to look at it. Let me look you up and see when you bought it.”

I followed him back into the store and patiently waited.

“You bought three tires in March 05’, so its been a little over a year. Three tires?” A thoughtful look came across his face as he searched his memory. “Oh, I remember you…I only had three in stock. Weren’t you supposed to come back in and get that fourth tire?”

“Ummm…yes I think I was.”

“Did you get it somewhere else then?”

My face grew hot. “No, I kinda forgot.”

George frowned deeply. “I’ll have them check the rest of the tires and then let you know.”

I nodded in agreement and handed over my car keys. I knew if the tires were bad that I would have to get an entire set of new ones. I drove too much not to.

In about twenty minutes George the tire man was back. “It looks like you need a complete set. The tires are pretty worn but they actually did well considering that particular tire is only good for 50,000 miles and you went 55,000.” He said with a raised brow.

I blushed. “Then they did really well didn’t they?”

If possible his eyebrow rose even higher. “Yes imagine how well they would have done if you’d ever had them rotated.”

HOLY CRAP! They can tell that from just LOOKING?

I felt my face get even hotter as I began to stammer out an explanation. “I..well..I know I should have them rotated but I get so busy and I forget.”

“Yes especially since it’s free.”

“I just forgot.” It was a lame response but it was all I had.

“Mmmmmm…”

I cringed at the familiar noise. Why do so many men make it?

He stared at me so long I was afraid I was going to melt into the floor. Finally he looked away from me and to the computer as he typed in some information on the keypad. “It looks like all four tires will be $400.29.”

I gulped and nodded. As I opened my checkbook a little forgotten scrap of paper floated out and landed in front of George on the desk.

He picked it up and read it. “You need a new license plate light too?”

“I forgot all about that!”

“Seems you forget a lot of things Young Lady. I think I need to take you back to the remedial room and see if I can help improve that memory of yours.”

“Remedial room? What?”

George took me lightly by the arm as he opened the door to the shop and yelled for them to change out my license plate bulb as well. Then he led me through the lobby passed some very interested customers and into a back office.

The entire way I was exceedingly worried about what a remedial room would be and my bottom was tingling in a familiar way. Surely I didn’t have to worry about THAT possibility.

I just paid the man $400 for goodness sakes!

When he closed the door and began to roll up his shirtsleeves I knew I’d been right to worry. UT-OH just didn’t seem to cover it.

“Now Young Lady it seems to me that you’ve been neglecting a lot of maintenance with regard to your car. A very foolish thing for someone on the road as much as you are to do.”

“I guess.” I said looking at the floor.

“Excuse me?”

I blinked up at him sharply, and gasped at the firm no nonsense look on his face. “I mean Yes Sir.”

He looked so stern I felt like saluting.

“I should definitely take better care of my car and keep up with stuff.”

There went that eyebrow again. “Define stuff.”

“I…err…well I guess I’m late with the oil changes sometimes too.”

The man moved fast. Suddenly I was bent across the desk in the room and my pants were at my knees.

Before I had a chance to be mortified by my predicament his hand began falling hard and fast.

I jerked and yelped and kicked as it continued to beat a tattoo on my poor vulnerable bottom.

“Do you think you can remember to have your oil changed and your tires rotated on a regular basis?”

His hand continued to belabor his point and the heat in my bottom grew rapidly.

“Yes SIR!!! I’ll remember I promise!”

“While we’re on the subject of tires. Going a whole year without replacing that forth tire was extremely dangerous!”

I yelped as his hand fell with renewed vigor. “I won’t ever do it again I promise! I bought FOUR tires this time!”

Luckily that reminder seemed to appease him.

“Good girl.” He helped me to right my clothing then wiped the solitary tear from my cheek. “It won’t be as hard as you think. You can bring it in every 3,000 for an oil change and we will rotate the tires then. Don’t worry. I’ll remind you if you forget.”

I felt my eyes get big. That’s what I was afraid of. I had a hunch I’d remember to get the oil changed and the tires rotated for a long …long…long time!

I squirmed in my seat trying to find a comfortable position as I drove my car out of the Tire Shop parking lot. As soon as I was out of sight I picked up my cell phone and called Seb.

“I have four new tires but you won’t believe what just happened to me…”

If you haven’t read it yet, check out Naturally Naughty and what happens to Shannon when she meets the man of her dreams. 🙂

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Alexis Alvarez is visiting! Come see what she has to say about Dream Girl!

Thanks for having me! I’m Alexis Alvarez, and I’d like to share an excerpt from my new romance novel, Dream Girl. I got the idea for this book while I was watching an American reality TV dating show, The Bachelor. I wondered what would it be like to star on the show, and what kind of guy would I prefer to see as the hero?
He’d have to be intelligent and witty, a little sarcastic, with a great sense of humor. He’d be extremely handsome and sexy, with impressive muscles and a six-pack. A bad boy past would be good, and some tattoos on his chest. Dark hair and eyes, check. Billionaire? Not necessary, but certainly a bonus. And then I started to reconfigure myself, too, into the kind of woman who could capture this ideal man’s heart. And out of those fantasies came my novel, Dream Girl.
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Blurb for Dream Girl:
He’s sexy and intelligent, handsome and witty… and Chloe’s body lights up with sparks at his touch. And when he looks into her eyes and whispers naughty sexy things into her ear, she wants to melt into him and enjoy the mind-blowing passion he promises.
Too bad he’s the star of the popular reality show Dream Girls, and he’s also dating nineteen other girls in addition to Chloe — girls who are sexy and so talented that their Nobel Prizes should arrive any day now. Chloe’s sure he’s just amusing himself with her, and there is no way he’d pick her as his final Dream Girl — especially since she gets into so many crazy scrapes on the show.
She promised herself she was only doing this for adventure, travel, and new experiences…not to make a fool of herself on national TV. But he’s so sexy and persuasive! Would it be so bad to say yes to all of his dark, dirty requests? And most important of all — what will happen if she risks her heart?

Excerpt from Dream Girl:
In this excerpt, Chloe strikes up a conversation with a sexy man while waiting in the lobby for her final interview for the Dream Girl television reality show. She tries to mask her nerves and her attraction to him by making fun of the show, and explains that she’s only applying for fun and adventures, because the Dream Guy is bound to be a stupid, media whore who just wants to mess around with some pretty girls on TV. Of course, the sexy man turns out to be…can you guess?
“You have me at a disadvantage,” Chloe said imperiously. It sounded like something from an old British film, and it seemed perfect for the spectacle in progress. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours.”
“I’m Dominic Harrington,” he told her and his smile turned predatory. “I’m the dick-head poser who’s looking to further his second-rate career and screw some stupid girls on TV. I’m the Dream Guy on the Dream Girls show. It is so nice to meet you, Chloe.”
Chloe’s face burned and she grabbed her hand back, and Dominic crossed his arms over his chest. Did he assume she was going to start fawning over him now and babble an apology? Well, she was not. This was a traffic wreck, sure, but hell, she was going to see it through, Chloe-style.
“You forgot tool,” she replied, crossing her arms in mimicry.
“What?” Dominic raised one eyebrow.
Chloe enunciated, raising her eyebrow back. “I also called you a tool. If you’re not familiar, tool—although it refers to something useful if you’re in the construction business—is not a compliment when it comes to describing men.”
“I’m familiar with the colloquial meaning,” said Dominic, thinning his mouth into a line.
“Good,” she exclaimed with a bright smile. “That saves me the trouble of having to explain the tricky words, like I had to do for some other people,” and she hitched her shoulder backwards at the reception desk. She added, “I just hope you’re not going to be a total tool box. I don’t want to be dealing with the entire inventory of the Craftsman line at my local Kmart. I mean, I signed up for dating, not home improvement.”
Dominic took a step closer. It was small, but it felt predatory, and Chloe felt her neck prickling. She casually took a step backwards.
“So…” Dominic said, “let’s review your goals, shall we? Basically… you’re a user. You just want free travel? Maybe I should call you Miss Trip Advisor.” He shot her a dangerous smile that made her heart flutter.
“Not fair.” Chloe glared. “Why should you get to enjoy a big paycheck, publicity, and perks—regardless of whether you find your true match— and in the same breath denigrate me for honestly saying that I want something more than true love? Hypocrite much?” Dominic scowled and Chloe soldiered on. “I’m here for interesting opportunities. I don’t think that’s wrong.”
“Interesting opportunities?” He drawled it out, sounding sexy and dirty, and suddenly Chloe could think of nothing but what an opportunity would be like with Dominic. “Oh, that’s right. You did mention an affair, didn’t you?” His smile was intense. He looked her up and down.
“I said a fling,” Chloe shot back. “And that doesn’t mean I’m a slut. The last thing I planned to do was come on this show and sleep with someone, okay? I was thinking some flirtation. Maybe a few kisses before I got booted off. But believe me, I’m not going to throw myself at you.”
Dominic’s lips curled into another smile. “Why would you think you’d get kicked off after a few kisses? Are you that bad at kissing?”
Chloe made an unintelligible noise. “That’s not—I’m an excellent kisser. I just mean that I don’t actually expect to make it onto the show, and—you know, this is not really any of your business.” She could feel her face all hot and flushed as she looked at his lips, then back to his eyes, then at the floor.
Dominic mused in a low voice, “Seeing as how you’re a contestant for my show… wouldn’t that make it my business?”
“No,” she said haughtily. “Because I’m not planning to kiss you. You’re being a total arrogant rude… jerk. And I don’t kiss jerks.”
“I think you want to kiss me a hell of a lot more than you’re willing to admit.” His eyes locked onto hers and for a moment Chloe could see nothing but her desire reflecting from the dark depths of his pupils.
“Maybe we should do a test run,” he murmured, his smile wicked. “Just to see how bad you really are. I’d be happy to give you some pointers.” And for one crazy moment, as his face drifted closer, she almost thought—
The moist man—the one the receptionist had called “Kyle”—cleared his throat, sending guttural phlegm bullets ricocheting around the room. Chloe jumped, and Dominic pulled his head back with a small smile.
“I think,” Kyle said, his smile at once oily and excited, “you are a perfect candidate, Chloe Barnes. Greg, please take her back and get her started on the paperwork. Did you get that footage?” The woman with the camera did an A-OK sign and Kyle smiled.
Greg’s brow wrinkled. “Please follow me, Ms. Barnes,” he called, gesturing down the hallway with his clipboard. “We’re on a tight schedule.”
“Okay,” Chloe agreed, then turned to Dominic. “I guess I’ll see you around, Tool Box.”
“Oh, I’m counting the minutes, Trip Advisor,” he replied in a low voice, a smile tugging at his lips.
Chloe tried not to flush or stumble as she followed Greg’s pink glow down the hallway. Her mind was consumed with erotic images of exactly what she wanted to do the next time she was alone with Dominic Harrington—and how, especially if she somehow got herself onto the show, she absolutely could not allow herself to do them while being filmed and still maintain any decent level of self-respect.
Dream Girl is a light-hearted, fun romance with steamy sex, laugh-out-loud humor, and an HEA. It releases September 1st on Amazon and will be in the Kindle Unlimited program.
Thanks for having me, and I hope you enjoyed the excerpt!

Great Excerpt Alexis! I can’t wait to read it. Come on everyone get your fingers ready to one-click! Happy Reading! ~Morganna

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