Getting busy with a sex machine…

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Today I’m posting an excerpt from my current WIP book three of the Ramelian Bride series. The working title is The Ramelian Bride’s Human Mate. Happy Reading! ~Morganna

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.

 

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Maddie Taylor is in the house with a spankingly hot excerpt from Wild Wisteria!

Thanks for having me back on your blog, Morganna.  I’ve brought along a little somethin’-somethin’ from my newest historical western today.  Some good old-fashioned <wink> Wild West action, full of sexy cowboys, danger, action, drama, passion and that’s just what goes on outside the bedroom.

 

Travel back with me to Laramie, Wyoming 1880 for Wild Wisteria, the third in my Jackson Brothers saga, but I made it so it could stand alone.  Of course, there are two other brothers to meet and fall in lust with if you are so inclined.

 

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Enjoy…

My excerpt from Wild Wisteria:

 

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Put me down.”

 

“No.”

 

“You’ve got no right—”

 

Something wide, hard, and quite unforgiving came down sharply on her backside. Instantly, she shut up, but only for a second. Then she twisted, glancing up at him over her shoulder. “Did you just spank me?”

 

“You betcha, and there’s plenty more of that if you don’t stop wriggling around and start doing what you’re told.”

 

“I can’t believe—you just can’t—ooo!” She spluttered nonsensically at first, then howled, “How dare you!” and began kicking and hitting him for all she was worth. Stupid on a moving horse, true, but she wasn’t exactly thinking rationally after all she’d been through, least of all being manhandled and unceremoniously carried off by a big brute. When she made no headway with her thrashing, Wisteria used one of the few options left to her, being undersized, outmaneuvered and at his mercy; she turned her head and promptly bit him. Luckily, her face was near the fleshy part of his lower leg between the top of his tall boot and his knee, so when she opened her mouth and clamped down, she caught vulnerable skin, not impenetrable leather. Still, she had to bite hard so he’d feel it through the thick denim.

 

Cursing a blue streak, he yanked his leg away, kicking his boot free of the stirrup as he reined in. The next thing she knew, her saturated trousers were yanked down to her knees and the same wide, hard, unyielding hand rained blistering swats of fire upon the seat of her thin drawers. While struggling and screaming with outrage, in the back of her mind she realized she was counting. He was past five and closing in on ten in no time. When he was approaching twenty and showed no sign of stopping, the burning sting of his walloping hand finally sank in enough for her to realize she couldn’t win this battle.

 

“Stop!” she squealed, straining to be heard over the booming thunder and cracks of lightning.

 

He didn’t, laying into her already tenderized behind for several more swats with his great big hard-as-oak palm. She began to wonder if he’d heard.

 

As she opened her mouth to plead for mercy, she heard him growl, “I warned you.” Then he stopped at long last. “Are you going to behave now, so I can get you back to the ranch and into some warm dry clothes, or do you need more convincing?”

 

Gritting her teeth, she nodded as she lay silently over his thighs in complete mortification. Evidently, he wasn’t satisfied with her non-verbal show of consent and whacked her twice more.

 

“Oh!”

 

“A ‘yes, sir, I’ll behave’ or a ‘no, sir, I don’t need more convincing’ is how this will end, Miss Turner.” His hand came down in a swat harder than all the others before it.

 

“Yes, I’ll behave,” she cried out. Then just in case, added for good measure, “No, sir, I don’t need any more convincing.”

 

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The blurb:

 

Luke Jackson is drawn to beautiful, impetuous Wisteria Turner from the first moment he sees her. She is alone in a strange town and in trouble with the law, and she is reluctant to trust anyone, but Luke is not a man who backs down from a challenge. He is bound and determined to give Wisteria the help she needs, even if that means giving her a good, hard spanking to get her attention first.

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Despite her hesitation, Wisteria is swept off her feet by Luke’s chivalry and bold dominance, and she finds pleasure in his arms like nothing she ever imagined. But after a night of incredible passion, a horrible misunderstanding shatters their newfound romance and her fragile trust. She flees Luke’s loving arms, only to encounter hardships, danger, and much more trouble than she bargained for.

 

When circumstances force Wisteria to return to Luke’s hometown, she does her best to keep the secret she has hidden since that night. Once the truth comes out, however, Luke puts his foot down. He makes it clear that he’ll be watching out for Wisteria from now on, whether she likes it or not. But can she ever truly set the pain of her past aside and embrace the promise of this good man and his loving family? Or will her wild nature continue to put up fences that will forever keep them apart?

 

Publisher’s Note: Wild Wisteria is a mostly stand-alone sequel to Marshal’s Law and Jackson’s Justice. It is a full-length erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

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Thanks for letting me pimp, um, I mean promote, my latest work, Morganna. It’s always fun coming on your blog where I don’t have to follow rules and line limits.

Thanks for coming you’re always welcome to pimp on my blog! 😉 Let me say that I’ve already read Wild Wisteria my friends and its five stars all the way! So do yourselves a favor and one-click a link if you haven’t already! Happy reading! ~Morganna

J.B. Taylor is here with his new release Majicka

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Buy link for Amazon:

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~~ Book Blurb ~~
Zane, faced with the kidnapping of his loving wife, Nessa, by a dangerous dark wizard, must set off on a journey to get her back. To get her though, he must overcome great obstacles and ally himself with a most unlikely figure.
Hi all this one sounds interesting. I’m always looking for a new author and reading varying genres so I’ve decided to devote  a few blogs a month to hosting authors from a different realm than the one I usually occupy. So give this one a looksee! Happy reading! ~Morganna
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Claire Britain is visiting with a spanking hot excerpt from her new book, Reining in Riley

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When Joanna Armstrong hires Riley Carrington to work for her company—one of Los Angeles’ most prestigious advertising firms—she knows she’s taking a risk. With her sharp tongue and defiant attitude, Riley seems bound for trouble, but there’s something special about her that Joanna can’t bring herself to pass up.

 

After Riley insults one of the company’s senior partners, however, Joanna decides that what the beautiful, free-spirited twenty-seven-year-old needs is structure and consequences. Riley faces a suspension without pay for her misconduct, and when Joanna offers her an alternate proposal she hesitantly agrees. She will work for Joanna at her home office, but first she’ll submit to a thorough, no-nonsense paddling, and any future misbehavior will earn her more of the same, this time on her bare bottom.

 

Joanna’s firm-handed discipline turns out to be just what Riley has been missing, and before long they have become much more than just boss and employee. Despite Joanna’s best efforts and Riley’s frequently sore bottom, her wild and careless behavior continues even as their romance blossoms. When a motorcycle accident almost claims Riley’s life, Joanna takes it upon herself to care for her girlfriend, though her treatment often leaves Riley blushing crimson. But once Riley recovers, will Joanna be prepared to do whatever it takes to rein her in before it is too late?

 

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

Excerpt:

Joanna pulled Riley to her feet and took her place on the stool, easily guiding Riley down over her strong thighs and flipping her nightshirt up, exposing Riley’s naked behind.

“There, that’s much better, wouldn’t you say, darling?” Joanna said with an air of superiority.

“Yes, I suppose it is, as long as that paddle doesn’t make an appearance!” Riley grinned as she surveyed Joanna’s white carpet.

“Oh, so you think this spanking is going to be pleasant, Riley?” Joanna asked her upturned girlfriend.

“Isn’t it?” Riley asked, a hint of urgency in her voice.

“Absolutely not, after that little stunt and comment you made, miss!” Joanna replied sharply.

Joanna started a steady flurry of spanks to Riley’s behind, alternating cheeks and covering Riley’s backside from top to bottom. Riley could feel the heat building as the stinging slaps began to renew her arousal and she moaned in response to the fire building on her behind and between her legs. Joanna smiled and decided it was time to cool Riley off a little.

“Now I’m going to begin, Riley,” she said coolly.

Joanna raised her arm high and brought it down with ferocity on Riley’s cheeks over and over in a steady rhythm that had Riley bucking and writhing on Joanna’s lap in an attempt to avoid the assault.

“Ow, shit, c’mon, Jo, that hurts, please, no more!” Riley pleaded.

Joanna stopped and put her hand on Riley’s hot bottom. “Are you ever going to do that again?”

“No, I promise, please!” Riley whimpered, looking up behind her to see what implement was causing the wicked sting, only to see Joanna’s hand.

“That was just my hand, Riley, and let me assure you that was only half of what I’m capable of,” Joanna assured her, applying a few harder spanks to Riley’s behind again. “Do we understand our positions now?”

“Ow, ow, yes, we do,” Riley replied desperately.

“Very good, but I’m not done with you yet,” Joanna said as she guided Riley up off her lap.

Riley’s hands immediately flew to her backside, frantically trying to rub the sting away.

Joanna grinned as she watched Riley. “No rubbing!” she said as sternly as she could over her amusement, making Riley jump and put her hands at her side.

“I want you to go to the bed and lie face down, and don’t you move until I tell you.”

Riley looked deeply into Joanna’s green eyes, a crooked grin appearing on her face as she went compliantly over to the bed.

“Wait, that shirt, I want it off,” Joanna commanded.

Riley turned to face Joanna and grasped the hem of her nightshirt, slowly pulling it up over her stomach then to her small breasts seductively and eventually off over her head. Joanna nodded her approval as she went to her dresser and removed a silk scarf from one of the drawers. She pointed at the bed and Riley climbed on, lying face down. Joanna admired her handiwork and ran a finger over Riley’s bright red behind, making her shiver. She folded the scarf and tied it around Riley’s head in a blindfold, a satisfied smile on her face as she left the bedroom.

Riley’s arousal was as intense as the sting she still felt on her bottom. Even though she wanted to rub out the sting, the invisible bonds of Joanna’s instruction left her in submission and the anticipation made her heart race.

Riley could see nothing but she heard Joanna return to the bedroom and her heart pounded in her chest and her bottom cheeks clenched in anticipation. She felt Joanna sit on the bed next to her and she held her breath.

“Did you rub your bottom while I was gone?” Joanna whispered in Riley’s ear.

“No,” Riley breathed.

“Good girl. When you do as you’re told, you get rewarded. Unlike when you’re naughty and you get punished,” Joanna whispered, making Riley squirm on the bed.

Joanna ran her index fingernail up and down over Riley’s cheeks, making her shiver with pleasure. Then she ran her fingertip from the top of Riley’s bottom down between her cheeks. She paused at her bottom hole and pushed down slightly before she continued down between Riley’s legs, finding her wetness. Riley shuddered with pleasure at Joanna’s touch, on the verge of climax as Joanna brought her finger back up over her bottom. Riley moaned as once again as Joanna’s finger found her little bottom bud and rubbed circles over it with her finger, slick from Riley’s juices.

“Do you like that, Riley?” Joanna teased, pushing down as Riley squirmed under her touch, about to explode.

“Fuck, yes!” Riley breathed. “Please!” she begged.

Joanna took her hand away and brought her palm down sharply on Riley’s backside. Riley was breathing hard and she felt Joanna leave the bed.

She cocked her head to one side, then the other, in an attempt to find out what Joanna’s next move was. She ached for release and found herself moving her hips in attempt to aid her relief. Joanna watched in amusement; she would make her lover wait a little longer.

Riley could hear nothing and she wondered if Joanna had left the room again. Her question was answered as she felt a cold wet sensation meet her bottom. Ice, Riley realized; Joanna had placed a lump on Riley’s small bottom bud. Riley squirmed even more, trying to avoid the coldness as droplets of freezing water ran down between her legs to her clit.

“Don’t move; if that ice cube falls from where it is now, I’ll begin again, starting with the spanking. Do you understand me, Riley?” Joanna breathed in Riley’s ear.

“Yes, ma’am,” Riley stuttered, trying desperately to stay still with the intense sensation she was experiencing.

Joanna watched her lover trying to keep the ice cube in place as it melted over her back and between her legs, intensifying Riley’s arousal with every drop that fell. The last bit melted, leaving a tiny puddle on Riley’s small opening.

“Very good, my darling!” Joanna praised and she straddled Riley, kneeling on the bed and feeling the cold water from the puddle on her own clit. Joanna bent down, her naked breasts rubbing up the length of Riley’s back until her head was next to Riley’s.

“What do you want, Riley? Tell me,” Joanna demanded.

“Please!” was all that Riley could reply in her desperation, knowing that all she needed was to feel Joanna’s touch to relieve her now frantic arousal.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Riley? Is that what you want?” Joanna asked, moving down the bed and spreading Riley’s legs apart.

“Yyyes,” Riley moaned as Joanna felt Riley’s wetness between her legs with her fingers, making Riley cry out.

“Get on your hand and knees, Riley.”

Riley complied a little shakily as Joanna settled behind her on the bed and grasped a handful of her hair.

Riley could feel Joanna’s hips behind her making contact with her still warm behind. Riley tried to lean back against her, only to feel a sharp slap to her right bottom cheek.

“Patience, darling,” Joanna chastised, knowing Riley was close to climax.

Riley felt a hardness at her opening and she gasped at the sensation of the dildo. Joanna gently teased her, pushing the object in and out of her wet pussy just enough for Riley to beg for more.

“Please, please!” Riley pleaded, longing to feel it inside of her at the realization Joanna was wearing it and controlling the thrusting with her own hips.

“Is this what you want, darling?” Joanna asked as she thrust her hips forward, pushing the phallus deeper into Riley and making her cry out with desire. “Are you ready, Riley, you want to feel this deep inside you?”

“Ohhh!” Riley cried. Waves of pleasure engulfed her as Joanna thrust the dildo all the way inside her. Joanna could feel Riley’s warm bottom on her hips. She put her hand beneath Riley’s legs, finding her clit as Riley rode her orgasm, collapsing on the bed beneath her.

Riley lay on the bed, still reveling in the reverberation of her climax. Joanna untied the scarf from around her eyes and Riley blinked for a few seconds before her magnificent lover came into focus.

Whew! That was a hot scene! Reading to one-click on the link below? You know you want to read this one! Happy reading! ~Morganna

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A little anal punishment in the mall, a spanking and a tribute to a friend on Free Spanking Story Friday

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This week a dear friend passed away. I wanted to pay tribute to him with this weeks story. Apps, the Apparition, the Ghost Centurion or the mean and nasty Ghost as he was fond of being called ran Our Castle. Our Castle was a lovely mystical world filled with adventure, naughty ladies and the lords that tried to keep them in hand. Our Castle was a story board filled with tales about TTWD and the very first place I nervously posted a story. Apps made a safe place to make friends and gain the support of many friends as I grew as a writer. Truly without the nurturing I received there as well as the occasional deserved scolding I’m not sure I’d be writing today.  I made friends I will treasure forever and while a lot of the story content from Our Castle is forever lost, the memories will last forever. I’m posting a chapter from Naturally Naughty, its on sale this month for $2.99 so grab it while the sale is on! Naturally Naughty is my idea of what a spanking sit com would look like, a little I Love Lucy with a lot more spanking. It’s slapstick and sometimes silly but each chapter is an episode in the life of Shannon and Landon. I felt it fitting to use one of the episodes in the life of this Naturally Naughty lady today, because Shannon and Landon were born at the castle.  So happy reading, I hope you enjoy and to a mean and nasty Ghost a heartfelt Thank You! ~Morganna

 

A Tale of Towels

We’d just spent a marvelous weekend at a beach house in Surfside. Last night, while we were snuggled in front of a small fire on our little stretch of beach, I’d cried when Landon asked me to marry him.

Of course, I nearly knocked him over when I threw myself on top of him, yelling “Yes!” at the top of my lungs. He’d ended up lying back and rolling me beneath him on the beach to kiss me senseless.

I loved him so much that I was sure there wasn’t anything that could mar the happiness of that weekend.

Until the next morning, after a wonderful last few hours at the beach, we headed for home.

I frowned as Landon pulled into the Mall of the Mainland. “Landon, why are we stopping at the mall?” I asked.

“I need to pick something up at Sears. I wouldn’t have thought you would mind. You usually head straight for Foley’s,” he said with a grin.

“I know, but I’m covered in sand,” I said, thinking of my sunburned face and looking down at my sand-dusted T-shirt and cut-offs.

“Dust yourself off when you get out of the car. It’ll be fine. People probably stop here all the time after the beach since it’s on the way home.” Landon said.

“You’re probably right,” I said, beginning to enjoy the thought of looking around the linen department of Foley’s. “Maybe they’ll have a good sale on bed stuff.”

A stern look was sent in my direction. “Feel free to look around, but remember your budget.”

I rolled my eyes as I looked out the window. Landon had taken it upon himself to help me with my budget when he’d noticed a few past-due notices on my counter. It was a little irritating, but since we were now engaged, he was obviously about to have a lot more say about how I spend money, so I supposed I needed to get used to it.

Landon parked outside Foley’s and we walked into the nearest entrance. “I’m going on to Sears. I should be finished in about thirty minutes. Where will you be?”

“I’m going to be up in the linen section,” I said, pointing to the escalator.

“Okay, I’ll come find you there,” he said.

After Landon left, I took the escalator up to linens.

When I first walked toward the sheets, an older saleslady stopped me. “May I help you, dear?” she asked as she looked me up and down disapprovingly.

“No, thanks. I’m just looking,” I told her with a smile, trying to be nice. When she continued to look at me suspiciously, I walked away to see if the sheets were on sale.

As I studied the sheets, I noticed that the saleslady had followed me and was watching me. I frowned; surely she didn’t think I was going to steal something. I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt and moved on to the comforters. Again there she was eyeing me with a suspicious gaze.

Geeze, does she think I’m gonna stick a comforter in my pocket?

I shook it off and then walked to window treatments. There were some neat curtains that would match my bedroom.

It wasn’t long before she was back following my every movement. I was beginning to get mad. I would never steal anything! The old busybody was completely ruining my ability to browse.

I sighed and then decided to go look at towels. There was a display of several towels, varying colors and sizes. I picked one up to see if I liked the texture, since the sale price was good.

Suddenly there she was, frowning at the towel in my hand.

That’s it! I saw red.

I quickly began picking up one towel after another. Unfolding them and dropping them back on the table. I left no towel untouched. Feeling a growing sense of satisfaction with each one I unfolded.

When I dropped the last towel to the table, I turned to her with a nasty smile. “There, now you have something to do.”

I gasped when a hand clamped down on my elbow from behind me. “Shannon! What on earth were you thinking? That was a horrid thing to do. Why would you do something like that?” Landon asked incredulously.

I felt my face getting hot as he berated me in front of my nemesis.

“Well, she was following me around acting like I was going to steal something,” I said defensively.

“That’s no excuse, Shannon. You ought to be ashamed,” he said, frowning down at me.

I glanced over, saw a smug smile on her face, and glared at her. “Old battleax,” I muttered under my breath.

Okay, given the situation, that wasn’t the best comment I could have made at the time.

Landon straightened and gripped my arm more firmly. “Excuse us, ma’am, we’ll be right back,” he said before turning to drag me through the store.

“Landon, where are we going?” I asked as I tried to keep up with his long-legged stride.

Landon didn’t answer me. He stopped briefly to ask where the bathroom was, then continued on. When we got to the bathrooms, I expected Landon to let go of my arm and go into the men’s room. Instead he went into the family restroom situated in between the men’s and women’s room, pulling me along behind.

Landon threw the lock on the door, then pulled me with him to the couch against the wall of the restroom.

“Landon?” I asked, suddenly very nervous.

“I can’t believe your behavior. You are acting like a thwarted child,” he said, quickly unsnapping my cut-offs and pulling them and my bikini bottoms down in one motion to my ankles. “Step out.”

“Landon, no! You can’t! Not here!” I cried even as I complied with his instructions.

“Give me your purse,” he said succinctly.

My bottom clenched reflexively as I remembered the very large butt plug nestled in a hidden compartment inside my purse. Landon had me put it there as a reminder to behave, but he also said it would give him a way to punish me if spanking wasn’t really an immediate option.

My eyes filled with tears as I handed him my purse. “Please, Landon, I’m sorry.”

“You ought to be ashamed. When we are finished here, you will go and re-fold every single one of those towels and apologize,” Landon said as he located the plug and unwrapped it while I watched nervously.

“Bend over and spread your bottom cheeks for me,” he ordered. I was embarrassed to feel telltale wetness beginning to trickle down my inner thighs. While I dreaded the plug, the whole situation was very arousing.

I bent over the arm of the couch against the wall and reached back to spread my bottom cheeks wide.

My hips bucked when he sank the plug first into the weeping entrance of my body, twirling it around to coat it thoroughly in my juices. Then it was pressing against my tender anus. Landon placed a hand on my back to hold me steady before sliding it all the way inside in one firm thrust.

I yelped at the burning stretch of the intrusion, then gasped as he began to work it in and out of my poor little hole in a hard, punishing rhythm. Of course even though it was anal punishment, my girl parts were wide awake and begging for attention. My body didn’t seem to care that my poor little hole was on fire.

Just as it was starting to feel somewhat pleasurable, Landon stopped and locked it into place. I shivered at the sound of his belt clearing his pants.

“Put your hands under your face but stay in position, I’m going to give you two quick licks to get you in the right frame of mind for your apology.”

Once I was positioned as instructed, Landon wasted no time, delivering two very hard licks with his belt directly to my sit spots. My bottom felt positively scorched with a line of fire I knew I’d feel all the way home.

Landon stood me on my feet and pulled my bathing suit and shorts back up. I winced as they came in contact with my tender bottom and rubbed against the base of the plug.

Pulling me into his arms for a tight hug, Landon said, “I love you, Shannon, but you will not act that way. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” I said with a sniff.

He leaned down and whispered darkly in my ear, “I’m going to paddle your bottom when we get home and then you’re going to ask me to punish your naughty bottom with my cock.”

Everything inside me tightened at his words with a combination of trepidation and desire. Then he turned me toward the bathroom door with a hard swat to my bottom.

I looked around as we left the bathroom and was relieved to see no one was around.

The saleswoman was already folding the towels when we returned. I was surprised to see she looked close to tears.

Guilt rolled through me. I really had behaved badly, and she was just trying to do her job.

I touched her arm. “I’m sorry I unfolded your pretty display. It was a horrid thing to do. If you’ll tell me how you want them folded, I’ll help you get it back in shape.”

She looked at me for a moment, then her face softened. “I get a little carried away myself sometimes, dear,” she said with a smile, as she showed me how to fold the towels. When the display was back in shipshape condition, she patted me on the shoulder and thanked me for helping her.

The ride home was one of the most uncomfortable in memory. The sand in my bathing suit bottom felt like sandpaper against the welt from Landon’s belt, and every time I shifted in my seat, the plug moved.

Landon was most unsympathetic to my predicament. “Stop squirming in your seat, young lady.”

I groaned; perversely after a few hours in the car, I now wanted to move and grind myself down on the plug in my ass.

We finally pulled into my driveway and Landon ordered me into the house. “You go strip and put yourself in the corner of your bedroom. Think about your behavior while I unload the car.”

Once again I found myself naked and in the corner, but this time it wasn’t for fun. I wondered how bad the paddling would be and hoped it would be over soon and we’d get on to the anal sex.

Although, since it was anal for punishment, perhaps it wouldn’t be so fun. Landon and I had discussed the possibility that he might use anal sex as well as butt plugs for punishment when he felt I’d been especially naughty.

Landon’s top reasons for punishment were not being safe and my treatment of other people. He felt I should always be courteous and respectful even when someone was being less than nice to me. It was Landon’s version of the golden rule and mostly I was a nice person, but sometimes I slipped a little.

“Have you been thinking about your behavior?” Landon asked from directly behind me, interrupting my musings.

“Yes, sir,” I said softly.

“Good girl. I’m going to give you ten hard swats with the paddle. Will I ever have to repeat this lesson?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I promised.

“If I do, not only will I take your bottom hard after spanking you, but next time you won’t be allowed to come. Are we clear?”

“Crystal!” I answered. The thought of any sex and being deprived of orgasm was not something I wanted to experience.

“I want you to bend over at the waist with your legs shoulder width apart, and brace your hands on the bed,” Landon instructed.

Moving quickly to do as instructed, I tried not to look at the ping-pong–type paddle in his hand. This was going to be decidedly unpleasant.

The paddle clapped loudly off the left cheek of my backside the minute I was in position, leaving an awesome sting behind. Before I completely registered the first swat, Landon began to deliver the rest of my spanking hard and fast.

I yelped and bounced my bottom up and down in an effort to avoid the paddle, but Landon managed to land on target each and every time.

I sobbed softly as the paddle landed next to me on the bed where I’d finally pressed my face into the covers in an effort to submit to my punishment.

Landon let me cry for minute while he rubbed my back. “What do you need to do now?”

Taking a deep breath, I blurted what I knew he expected. “Please punish my bottom with your big cock. Take my ass hard.”

He pulled the plug from my ass and squeezed my sore bottom, spreading it open wide for his lubed cock.

I groaned as the head of his cock began to press inside; it burned as I felt myself open wide as if welcoming him home.

Landon began to take my ass in a hard pounding rhythm that was uncomfortable at first, but soon I was pushing back to meet every demanding thrust.

“Oooohhh… Landon…” I groaned as the pleasure of having him inside me began to far outweigh the punishment.

“Who does this naughty bottom belong to?” he asked as he pounded into me even harder.

“You… only you…” I panted.

“My naughty girl… naughty girls get it in the ass, don’t they, baby?”

His dirty words were bringing my need to an even higher level. “Yes, sir. Naughty girls take it up the ass hard.”

“That’s right,” he said, slapping my ass as he rode me, then reaching between my legs and thrusting three fingers inside my weeping channel with his knuckles rubbing my clit. “Naughty girls take it up the ass. Come for me.”

I screamed as I came harder than ever before, little sparks dancing in front of my eyes as everything inside me seized up at once, pulsing and squeezing Landon’s fingers and cock tight as I shuddered beneath him.

Then he gave one last hard lunge and I felt the heat of him releasing inside me. “That’s my good girl.”

He pulled free and then brought a cloth from the bathroom to clean me up, crooning the whole time to me about how much he loved me and that I was his good girl again.

Once we were both cleaned up and snuggled together in my bed, I thanked Landon for my punishment.

Landon kissed me sweetly and looked deep into my eyes. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for trusting me and agreeing to domestic discipline. I never thought I’d find someone as perfect for me as you are, Shannon. To me you’re perfect in every way.”

We are a perfect match. I have finally found my home… my port in the storm.

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Rachel de Vine is here today with an excerpt from her hot new spanking romance, That Day At The Lake!

Hi, I’m Rachel de Vine, and Morganna Williams has kindly agreed to host me to publicise my new book, That Day At The Lake.  Thank you so much Morganna.  Here is my cover, which I love, and some excerpts from the book.

 

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Adriana has adored Luca since his father rescued her from an abusive man in Naples, Italy, when she was just eight years old.  Her one wish when she was growing up was that Luca would fall in love with her and that they would marry.  However, life is never as simple as that.  Luca’s father is a Mafia member, and is killed by a gang member, and the two children are torn apart, seemingly forever.

Some years later they meet again, and Luca is now a successful businessman, but he is also involved in minor criminal activities and has become involved in a BDSM lifestyle as a Dom, and, although he is attracted to Adriana, he is reluctant to involve the shy, sexually inexperienced girl in his world.

Adriana takes matters into her own hands, and visits a BDSM club to try to persuade Luca to see her in a different light.  He capitulates, and some hot, sexy activity takes place between them.  However, just as their relationship is beginning, Luca’s criminal past catches up with him, and he finds himself in trouble with the law, due to a jealous gangster turning on him.  He goes back to Italy to solve his problems, followed by Adriana.  But there they face great danger, with the possibility of not only going to jail, but of losing their lives.  Adriana and Luca have survived their early life traumas, but was this threat one that will prove fatal to them both?  Will fate for once be kind to them and allow them to be reunited once more?

 

Here is a little excerpt from the book:

I woke to find the sun streaming through the bedroom window.  Looking up with one eye opened and the other still closed, I saw that Luca was awake, lying on one side and looking down on me.

“Good morning.  Do you want to talk Adriana?”

“No, I just want to fuck.  Oh, good morning by the way.”

“For a prospective sub you are becoming a little demanding.”

“Sorry, am I not supposed to want sex?”

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you wanting sex, in fact it is a condition of you being here in bed with me.  It’s just that a good little sub waits to be asked.”

“Sorry.  Then of course I will withdraw that demand and lie here to await your pleasure.”

“Good, a fast learner, that’s what I like.”

 

And another excerpt:

I spanked her again.  This time on her left cheek, extracting another groan from her.  I stepped up the pace and spanked several times in quick succession, my cock hardening with each one.

“So, Miss Lombardi, you are not going to go out looking like this again, are you?  Not unless you are with me that is.”

“No Sir, I promise.  Ugh!”

She groaned yet again as my palm hit her bottom for the sixth time.

“That’s good, or else your bottom will be permanently red and you won’t be able to sit down at work for days.”

 

 

This is a tale of passion and crime, love and despair, which could either bring them both great happiness, or end up in the death of them both.  I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

My book is published (se buy links below) or to read more about it, visit my blog at http://racheldevineuk.wix.com/rachel-de-vine

 

Thanks for reading about my book, and thank you to Morganna for hosting me.

 

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It was great having you on Rachel, come back anytime. Well I don’t know about everyone else but I can’t wait to read it! Come on and one-click a link below! You know you want to! Happy reading! ~Morganna

 

Buy Links:   Amazon US    Amazon UK   Amazon Canada   Blushing Books

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kelly Dawson is visiting to talk about her new release, The Code of the West and brought a sexy excerpt!

THE code OF THE WEST – By Kelly Dawson

Author Bio:  Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book – preferably a rural romance where a strong woman falls in love with a ruggedly-handsome, tough but gentle cowboy, and these are the types of characters who feature in the stories she writes. Only in Kelly’s books, the cowboys are even better because they spank!
She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.

 

 

BUY LINKS FOR THE CODE OF THE WEST:

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Code-West-Kelly-Dawson-ebook/dp/B017Y0Z1XO/

 

 

QUESTIONS/ANSWERS

Are you like any of your heroines?

Parts of me are, yes. Both mostly, my heroines are a mix of myself, people I know, and the completely made-up.

How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?

I have 4 books published now, heaps that are in various stages of progress, and heaps more ideas swirling around in my head. No, they’re not all spanking fiction, but they’re all romance. Although it will be a while before something that isn’t spanking fiction will be published.

 

Do you have a specific writing style?

I thought I did, but it turns out that no, I don’t. The way I write, the topics I choose … they’re constantly changing and developing. That’s a good thing, right?

 

Do you see writing as a career?

Absolutely! It doesn’t pay very much yet, but I’m hopeful that it will, one day. Being a writer is what I’ve always wanted to do, so this opportunity is a dream come true for me.

 

What is the best thing you have done in your life?

Marrying my wonderful husband and having my 4 beautiful children. They are what makes my life worth living.

 

Tell us about a unique or quirky habit of yours

I have Tourette’s Syndrome. So while the strange things I do aren’t exactly habits, it looks like they are. Other than my visible tics, I have to peg all my washing on the line using colour-co-ordinated pegs, and things must be hung up a certain way. If anyone helps me hang out the washing it drives me insane, because I’m going along after them, “fixing” it all LOL.

 

Have you ever had the feeling you were being watched?

All the time! Not so much since we’ve been in this house, but I swear a previous house we lived in was haunted. I felt like there was always something looking over my shoulder. It was horrid!

 

What’s your favorite material object that you already own?

My laptop. I would be lost without it.

 

If you could eliminate one thing from your daily schedule, what would it be and why?

Washing dishes. Self-explanatory really! – I hate washing dishes – they’re never ending!

 

Tea or coffee?

Coffee. Vanilla latte, preferably.

 

 

Social Media Links:

 

My blog: http://www.kellydawsonauthor.blogspot.co.nz/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008980697756

Google+: https://www.google.com/+KellyDawsonauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KELLYDAWSONauth

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/kellydawsonau/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13257528.Kelly_Dawson

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/author/kellydawson

 

 

The Code of the West is a standalone sequel to The Ways of the West, which can be found here: (Note: You do not need to have read The Ways of the West to enjoy The Code of the West; they are both standalone books)

 

Amazon Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/Ways-West-Kelly-Dawson-ebook/dp/B014LXVSIO/

 

Barnes & Noble Buy Link: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-ways-of-the-west-kelly-dawson/1122591477

 

All Romance Ebooks Buy Link: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thewaysofthewest-1876679-147.html

 

Kobo Buy Link: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/the-ways-of-the-west

 

Excerpt:

 

Squeezing her breast again, his other hand brushed against her pussy, tugging gently at the hair he found there. He separated her pussy lips with his fingers, holding her wide open, pushing his tongue deep inside her, exploring her innermost crevice. He nibbled at her pussy lips, tormenting her, driving her wild with desire. He flicked his tongue across her swollen clit, then rubbed the sensitive nub between his fingers, rolling it gently. Raising his hand, he slapped her wet pussy gently with the tips of his fingers, smiling as the look of first shock, then pleasure, spread over her face.

“Do you like that, you naughty girl?” he whispered huskily, slapping his fingers against her pussy again. He drummed two fingers in a staccato pattern against her clit, then lowered his mouth to blow gently across it. She arched her back and moaned, a long, deep, drawn-out moan that showed him just how pleasurable she was finding his ministrations. He slapped her pussy again, slightly harder this time, one finger slapping her clit, and her body shuddered.

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Blurb:

In the years since the tragic death of her parents, Jedda-Lyn Cross has given everything she has to keep the family ranch running. She has grown accustomed to getting no help at all from her alcoholic brother, but when his violent, sadistic friend tries to make Jedda his wife against her will, it is the last straw.

 

Her attacker is the son of the richest family in town, and with the corrupt sheriff ready to do his bidding Jedda is desperate to leave town in a hurry. With no money and no horse, her best chance of making her escape comes in the form of a soon-to-be-departing cattle drive led by the famous trail boss Wes Jordan. But a young woman has little hope of gaining employment on a cattle drive, so drastic measures will be required…

 

Wes is none too pleased when he discovers that the new drover he hired is actually a beautiful twenty-two-year-old woman disguised as a boy, but after hearing Jedda’s story he promises to protect her. As he quickly realizes, however, that will be easier said than done. Jedda is sassy, headstrong, and in serious need of a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and when her reckless disregard for her own safety finally pushes him too far, Wes takes her firmly in hand.

 

After a painful, humiliating punishment from the handsome trail boss, Jedda is left with her bottom burning and her mind set awhirl. In spite of everything, she aches for Wes to take her in his arms, and when at last he does the pleasure of his skillful, passionate lovemaking nearly takes her breath away. But with her obsessed former suitor and his hired guns still after her, can she bring herself to accept the fact that, for a man like Wes, risking his life to protect the woman he loves is just part of what it means to live by the code of the west.

 

Publisher’s Note: The Code of the West is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

Ashe Barker is here with a hot excerpt from her new book, Her Noble Lords!

Hi Morganna, thank you so much for inviting me over to share a bit from my latest release. Her Noble Lords is an erotic ménage story set in medieval England. It was a lot of fun to write, mainly because I was able to weave in so many of my favourite fantasies – abduction, not one but TWO hot knights with distinctly twitchy palms, a sassy damsel in distress, and of course a lot of spanking.

You can grab a copy from :      Amazon US         Amazon UK        All Romance

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Here’s the back cover stuff:

After eighteen-year-old Linnet Routh is kidnapped from her home in Wellesworth castle by Ralf, the powerful, handsome Earl of Egremont, and his identical twin brother Piers, it quickly becomes clear to her that the seasoned warriors have mistaken her for someone else. Convinced that she is Lady Eleanor, a noblewoman who was promised in marriage to Ralf yet has refused to wed him, the brothers bring Linnet to a church with plans to compel her to speak her vows.

 

Linnet attempts to steal a horse from Piers and make her escape, but when she is caught her efforts end up earning her a thorough, humiliating bare-bottom spanking. Though terribly embarrassed by the manner of her chastisement, she cannot help becoming helplessly—and shamefully—aroused by the punishment.

 

When the brothers recognize the truth of Linnet’s claims at last, she expects to be cast aside as a mere commoner. To her surprise, however, they instead offer to make her their shared bride, and despite her misgivings about the idea Linnet agrees to the union. As they each take their turn to claim her, the pleasure of their dominant lovemaking leaves her yearning to be taken long and hard by both of them at once, and soon a passionate romance has grown between Linnet and her noble lords. But when tragedy strikes will it bring a permanent end to their newfound happiness?

 

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

 

And of course , a steaming hot excerpt to whet the appetite…

 

“Eleanor, I appreciate your reluctance and despite my insistence so far I swear I have no desire to harm you or to alarm you. I have no notion of how these matters might have been conducted in your previous marriage but here, now, let us try this my way.”

I can only stare at him.

“Your gown is lovely, sweetheart, but we have no current need of it. Turn around and allow me to help you out of it.” His tone is low, seductive, his dark eyes warm with passion. A lock of overlong blond hair falls across his forehead and I long to reach out, to brush it aside. I wish, oh, how I do most fervently wish things were otherwise between us.

Slowly, almost disbelieving that this could be happening, I turn to present my back.

His fingers are swift and efficient as they loosen the fastenings of my borrowed gown. It gaps away to expose the tops of my breasts, now covered only by the sheer chemise. I gasp as warm lips trace a light, teasing trail across my naked shoulders.

“You are so beautiful, my sweet. Truly lovely.” Ralf murmurs his endearments as he moves closer, lifting my hair in order to nuzzle the nape of my neck. I shiver, though not from cold. This assault on my senses is shattering what shreds of reason remain to me. I tilt my head to the side to offer him greater access.

“Yes, my sweet. That is it. So soft, like finest satin…” He drops hot, open-mouthed kisses down the exposed portion of my spine, edging the fabric of my gown lower as he goes. “Your skin is like porcelain, so smooth, so pale…”

His hands are on my shoulders now, easing the gown down toward my elbows. The front slides further forward, aided by questing fingers which nudge the chemise aside too. He cups my exposed breast, his palm warm against my sensitive skin.

“God’s bones, Eleanor, you are exquisite.”

I tilt my head back, open my eyes to regard the underside of the rough roof as Ralf teases my nipple to a hard, needy point. I am beyond words, unable to articulate what I am thinking, feeling, wanting. Needing. His lips are tracing a path up my neck now and across my jaw to finally brush my mouth.

“Open for me, lovely Eleanor.”

“Sir—” Just uttering the word is sufficient opportunity for him. His lips cover mine, his tongue sliding between them to seek out my inner space.

His caress shifts to my other breast and soon the nipple there is swollen and hard, too, a smooth, round pebble straining to be touched. Ralf does touch: he tugs and he rolls and he squeezes and I cry out in astonished delight.

He breaks the kiss to murmur more sweet words to me. “Yes, my pretty little one. Let me know what pleases you. I want this to be good for you too…”

“Sir, I…”

“Eleanor…” he growls.

And the spell is broken. I am not she. I am but simple Linnet Routh, lady’s maid to a countess, formerly scullery maid to this man who now seeks to utterly scramble my senses.

“No! No, my lord, I cannot. We cannot.” I wriggle from his embrace and lurch across the room.

“Eleanor, what are you—?”

“I have told you and told you, I am Linnet. Linnet, not Eleanor. Why won’t you believe me?”

“Damn it, woman, must you continue with this madness?”

“It is you who are deranged. I have explained but you refuse to listen. This marriage is a charade, a travesty. I must leave—”

“You are going nowhere, my lady.” He advances toward me, his expression cold now and angry.

 

More about me:

 

I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

When not writing – which is not very often these days – my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.

I have twenty eight (at the last count) titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. All my books feature BDSM. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding Doms are a given, often paired with new submissives who have a lot to learn.

I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and on the Totally Bound site. I’m on Facebook, and twitter and now on Tsu as well. I’m on Pinterest too, and Goodreads

 

Thank you for having me. Happy Reading

Alexis Alvarez is here with a steamy, spanky excerpt from her new release Myka and the Millionaire!

Hi! Thanks so much for having me on your blog. I’m Alexis Alvarez, and I’d like to share from my new novel, Myka and the Millionaire. It’s a full-length BDSM romance with an HEA and lots of consensual kink, and it published with Stormy Night Publications on Nov 13th.

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Blurb for Myka and the Millionaire
Computer expert Myka Thomas is determined to start her own business, and the last thing she needs is a man bossing her around and getting in the way. But Gabriel Chevalier is not just any man, and when the dashing, dominant millionaire makes his interest in her very clear, Myka cannot resist his advances. Stripped bare, spanked soundly, and brought to one shattering climax after another, she soon finds herself both yielding even more completely to his command of her body and even begging shamelessly for more of his masterful lovemaking.
As Myka juggles two demanding jobs, she savors the time she spends in Gabriel’s palatial home. When she is in his presence, surrendering to his firm, loving control seems natural, even when that means submitting to a painful, embarrassing spanking when she has been disobedient. Before she can stop herself, Myka is falling hard for Gabriel, but can she dare to risk giving her heart to a man with so many shadows in his past that there may be no room for her in his future?

Excerpt for Myka and the Millionaire

“All right, Myka, you’re earned the harder spanking with your delay. I suggest you go fetch that tie right now unless you want additional punishment.” His voice was hard.
Myka gulped, feeling her body both rebel and rejoice at the threat, and lowered herself to her knees. She checked his face, saw that he was serious, got onto all fours. With her face surely bright red, she crawled as gracefully as she could over to the chair, a distance that seemed to stretch for a mile. She hesitated, then pulled the red tie off the seat and started to crawl back, tie in hand.
“Hold it in your mouth,” ordered Gabriel calmly, and Myka folded the tie into thirds and obediently bit down as she crawled back over to him, face burning with embarrassment, but her body tingling with arousal.
“Good girl,” he said with pleasure in his voice as she approached him, still holding the tie between her teeth. He took the tie from her and stroked her shoulder, then said, “Stand up and give me your hands.”
Myka did it, face still hot, angry that he’d made her crawl, yet also exulting in the experience. She could feel the question in the air with each demand: Would she? Wouldn’t she? And she knew it aroused them both when the answer was yes.
“Your ass,” Gabriel said, “is magnificent. Watching it bounce as you crawled for me, Myka, got me even harder. I like that you weren’t sure about crawling but you did it anyway. Because I told you to.” His voice was soft, his eyes hard, his arousal evident. While he spoke, he bound her wrists in front of her using the red tie.
Hearing him talk about it this way made the crawling more acceptable. Although she felt angry and subservient, she also felt the control she herself had over his ardor. She liked this game, the way the power bounced back and forth between them, tightening the desire into a tangled web of passion. Some part of her also loved being mastered by him. It was crazy hot.
“Try to get free,” he demanded, and Myka pulled, found she couldn’t.
“Good,” he said, sitting down on the sofa. “Now I want you to lie down over my legs, Myka. Do you know what I’m going to do?”
“Yes?” Myka asked, tingling with anticipation, as he arranged her body over his. With his legs spread slightly, her hips were over his thighs, forcing her buttocks to jut upwards, and her legs lay behind him, bare toes touching the cushions. His heavy erection pushed into her pelvis, and she wiggled, trying to tease him.
“Tell me.” His voice was implacable.
Hers was low, tremulous. “You’re going to sp-spank me.”
“And do you know why I tied your hands up?”
“Because – because…” Myka’s voice broke off, looking at the red tie, so bold against the white silk of the couch and the pale peach of her narrow wrists.
“Because I’m going to spank you nice and hard, Myka, until you’re squirming and begging me to stop. And I want your hands out of the way, understand?”
“How – how hard?”
His voice was seductive. “Until you can barely take it. Until you’re so hot and crazy with the pain and the arousal that you’re dying for me to fuck you. That’s how hard. Relax your cheeks. Don’t clench up, understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” Myka forced herself to keep her ass cheeks soft.
“Are you ready for me to begin?”
“Yes!” Myka’s voice was a plaintive plea. She wanted it, she feared it, she was a mix of emotions.
“Then ask me nicely. Tell me why I’m doing this.”
“Please, Sir. Spank me. I, um, I disobeyed you before, several times, and I deserve to be punished. It’s the only way I’ll learn to be obedient for you.” He sucked in a breath and Myka felt his legs and cock tighten under her belly and breasts. Yes, there was a definite exchange here, and it was more fluid than it appeared on the surface: So much of the equation lay in her hands, in her acceptance of his demands, in her enjoyment at being bound, at his mercy, at the fact that this submission made her wet and needy for him.
“Very well,” he agreed. “Then punish you I shall.”

Oooohh…then punish you I shall…great line! Sexy millionaire…check…lots of yummy spanking…check, check…hot sex…check to the umpth degree! I’m one-clicking immedediately! How bout you? You know you want too! Happy reading! ~Morganna

Buy Links
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About Alexis Alvarez
Alexis Alvarez is a romance writer, a photographer, an engineer, a dachshund owner, a mother, a reader, and the kind of person who enjoys inappropriate jokes with her family. Her romance book heroines are strong, intelligent women who enjoy submission on their own terms and do not compromise their integrity and feminism. When she’s not travelling or taking pictures, you can find her in her home office, drinking La Croix water and dreaming up new novels.

Find Alexis Alvarez
Website: http://graffitifiction.com/
On Amazon at: http://www.amazon.com/Alexis-Alvarez/e/B0107LJQEM
On GoodReads at: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14127116.Alexis_Alvarez

It’s Free Spanking Story Friday Again!!!-Passion’s Storm

For today’s free Friday story I’m reposting a story from earlier this year. I promise I will not make a habit of this but the story I had for today was sweet and nostalgic and I was in the mood for some heat! So here it is! Happy reading! ~Morganna

Passion’s Storm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I was bored before I got here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are a naughty girl.”

“Yes.”

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

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

“What happens?”

“They get spanked.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She raised her hips beseechingly, begging for more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She pressed her face into the cold floor then exploded.

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

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

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

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

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

“Harder … yes … Harder! … yes …,”

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

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

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

He pressed a gentle kiss into her hair.

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