Ashe Barker is visiting with a hot Highwayman!


Hi Morganna, and thank you so much for inviting me back over to your blog to give a shout out about The Highwayman’s Lady.

I’m really excited about this story, Gray is a hero I’ve been hatching for a while now, and it just reached the point where he had to emerge. He’s a rogue and no one could mistake him for a gentleman, but I hope readers will love him as much as I do.

Here’s the blurb…

After the death of her mother, twenty-year-old Imogen Bennett faces the prospect of being coerced into marriage by a scheming relative, but fate intervenes when a masked highwayman accosts her on the road. Desperate to escape the unwanted wedding, Imogen pleads with the mysterious, handsome rogue to rescue her.


Alistair Graham – Gray – is a proud Scotsman who rebelled against British rule, and since the defeat of the highlanders at Culloden he has taken to robbing rich Englishmen travelling through Scottish lands. He is no gentleman, but he is certainly not a man who would ignore a young woman’s pleas for help, and he agrees to do what he can to assist the beautiful girl he has waylaid.


Imogen finds herself drawn to Gray, and though he warns her that he expects a woman’s complete obedience both in bed and out of it, she cannot resist offering her virgin body to him. He takes her hard and thoroughly, leaving her utterly spent yet still aching for more, and when her shock at her own wantonness leads her to speak disrespectfully to him he bares her bottom and punishes her soundly.


A highwayman is no suitable match for a lady, however, and Gray fears that her association with him can only put them both in danger, so he makes her promise that she’ll tell no one about what took place between them and then ensures that she is delivered safely to the home of her honourable cousin in Kirkleven. Yet despite her best efforts to put Gray out of her mind forever, in her heart Imogen knows she will always belong to the man who rescued her, mastered her, and made her his. But will her highwayman ever return to lay claim to his lady?


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



And an excerpt. You did ask for a particularly smutty one so naturally I have tried to oblige.

“I want you to fuck me.” There, I have said it.

“And so I shall, little Imogen. And after I have fucked you to your absolute satisfaction, I shall spank you for your disobedience in the matter of holding on to the headboard.”

“Ah…” I might have striven to be more eloquent, but he has commenced his relentless thrusting again and I find myself unable to assemble much in the way of coherent thought.

“Ah, indeed. For now though, enjoy.”

I do enjoy. I enjoy exceedingly. He manages to angle his thrusts such that my body quivers with arousal, the pleasure building, blossoming. I am close to losing control as I did just minutes ago, edging toward it, reaching for something I cannot yet name but that my body recognises and yearns to possess.

Gray knows it too and again he slides his hand between us to apply direct, devastating pressure to my most sensitive little nubbin. It is the work of moments. I unravel with a series of short, panting cries, my body spasming around him.

Gray pounds his cock into me harder, just as I want it, offering exactly what my body is demanding from him. He utters something I cannot quite decipher, something guttural, crude, and incredibly erotic. He gives one last, deep thrust and holds still for several seconds. I cry out in alarm at the sudden rush of heat deep inside me but Gray seems content with matters so I remain still, trusting him.

Long moments pass in which I concentrate on drawing in each breath, my head still whirling from what has just happened, what I have done. I would not undo a moment of it… would I?

“No more bruises, Imogen?” Gray speaks first, his tone low.

I shake my head. If there is damage, it is not to my battered limbs. So where has been the harm? What have I hurt?

“Imogen? Are you all right?”

I do not reply. I am still grappling with the dawning enormity of my reckless actions. I did not wish to be left alone in my little room here at this inn, so I struck a deal. An expensive deal. I am starting to think I have paid a heavy price for the dubious company of this enigmatic highwayman.

“We should not have done this.” I attempt to wriggle from beneath him.

“I disagree,” he shifts to let me go, but quickly gathers me to him when I would have scrambled from the bed, “as did you just a few minutes ago.”

“I made a mistake. I became quite—intoxicated. You caused me to, to—”

“I caused you to experience pleasure, as you wished. To become lost in it.”

It is true. I was lost. No more. “I did not realise, I was—not myself.” I reach to remove the blindfold but his hands on mine prevent that.

“No. You may not see me. I have explained the necessity for this.”

I try to wrench my hands from his. I might as well have sought to shift the moon. “You take my virginity and I may not even see your face.”

“I took nothing you did not wish to give up to me. And you understood the terms of our arrangement perfectly well.” His tone has hardened; it is clear he does not find my remarks to be to his liking. And I find I do not care.

“Sir, you are not a gentleman. Not in the least. You took advantage of me in a weak moment.” I pause, considering my situation. “I wish I had not met you.”

“Had you not met me, Miss Bennett, you would likely be dead now. And I must beg your forgiveness if my memory fails, but I do not recollect ever giving you cause to suspect I may be a gentleman.”

Holy crap that was a steamy scene! If that doesn’t make you want to one-click below nothing will! I’ve already got mine, grab yours today! Happy Reading! ~Morganna

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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.

I live in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors. 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 around thirty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and I have several more in the pipeline. I write M/f, M/M, and occasionally ring the changes with a little M/M/f. 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.

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Summer Graystone is visiting to talk about A Different Kind of Pain



There was just something about them, about the couple in the picture. An ad for a caregiver for a beautiful woman ― a woman who was dying. Though Melia’s sass and rough-around-the-edges attitude meant she couldn’t take every job out there, she should’ve been able to handle this one. There was a problem though ― a big one. The dying woman’s husband, Luka. Those brilliant, haunted eyes of his… did something to her. They were the kind of eyes a girl had no defense against. Maybe she could take the job ― but she wondered if her heart could. Falling for a man she could never have ― and should never have ― was simply wrong, no matter how right she knew it would be. Sure, she needed the pay… but there was a whole lot more at stake here than money.


For Luka, life had become one thing ― waiting. For a cure, for a miracle, for the end. For the one that Susan was convinced would be coming, Of course, he didn’t really believe it, that the plan his beloved wife had cooked up would ever really work. But if she wanted something, he’d move heaven and earth to give it to her. Even this, no matter how much it might hurt, no matter how wrong, how insane the very idea was. Then with one look at the gorgeous Melia, he allowed himself the one thing he’d never allowed himself to feel, not since that final diagnosis. Hope.


Give me this one thing, she’d told him. Give me this one last wish for my husband before I’m gone. Let me leave him a piece of me ― in the form of another woman, another sub to kneel for him, to obey him. To love him. It didn’t matter how much he argued it, how much he refused ― he knew he’d give in, even on this. For though she might have been his in all ways, bent her will to his, and obeyed him as her Master, she was the one who really held the power ― and always had.


Could this crazy plan really work though? Would Luka be able give Susan this one last wish, something more profound, more precious than he ever deserved?


The one thing that none of them were prepared for though, was that love ― and the selfless giving of that love ― could come at a terrible cost… to the heart and the soul.


“Goodnight, Melia,” he whispered. He was unusually close to her, causing her to have to look up at him. He looked down at her upturned face, her glowing dark eyes lit up like onyx stones. It took every fiber of his being not to kiss her luscious, slightly parted lips. They were both panting lightly. He could tell she wanted him, and he wanted nothing more than to satisfy her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to gather the strength to tear himself away from her.


“Good night, Luka,” she said and reached back for her doorknob. Slinking in sideways, she slipped into her bedroom.


Before she could close the door Luka caught her wrist in an iron grip and pulled her back into the hallway.


Luka pushed Melia against the wall and pinned her hands above her head. Melia felt Luka’s sizeable erection brush up against her, and she gasped as Luka clamped his mouth over hers. He kissed her roughly with all of the pent-up desire of the previous weeks. He kissed her until his lips had gone slightly numb, until he couldn’t breathe anymore. His hands roamed freely and aggressively over her body. Melia moaned into Luka’s mouth, and he pushed up against her, grinding his hips into hers, until Melia was panting and whimpering with want. He pinned her again and slipped his hands into her pajama bottoms. She was dripping wet, and his breath caught in his throat as he moaned into her ear.


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A little professional punishment on Free Friday…


Hi all! Hope this weekend finds you ready to play! Have a lovely holiday! Happy reading! ~Morganna

Session One



Daria sat quietly on a couch in the lobby as she waited for her appointment. Butterflies filled her tummy as she watched the clock. Ten minutes until it was time…such a short amount of time and then it would finally happen.


She’d get the spanking she’d always dreamed of…a man was going to take her in hand literally. Daria had longed for this her whole life…a strong dominant man scolding her and spanking her bare bottom for her bad behavior.


Then she found Twin Moon’s Discipline online, an agency that fulfilled the role of disciplinarian to single women without guidance. At first it seemed crazy but the more she thought about it, the more her bottom tingled with anticipation.


For a monthly fee, she would get some rules, direction and consequences. Two hundred and fifty dollars a month seemed reasonable for what she’d be getting. What was the point of a gym fee if you never went? Without late fees at the bank there was money saved as well, in the end this might end up being almost economical.


At least that was her reasoning for the new monthly expenditure.


“Daria Sloane?” a deep voice called to her from the hallway.


She started, standing slowly in response to the beckoning voice. He stood patiently in a doorway watching her closely. He was tall with broad shoulders and short dark hair. His deep blue eyes pinned her in place where she stood nervously pleating her skirt between her fingers.


“Come along young lady. I reviewed your file and it seems you and I have quite a few things to discuss. Don’t dawdle,” he commanded.


Daria jumped again and then scurried to his side, with down cast eyes. Her eyes came up with a gasp when he caught her firmly by the arm.


He said not a word; he just propelled her down the hallway and into a large office with heavy drapes covering the windows.


“Sit,” he said as he guided her to the big chair facing the desk. Once she was seated her sat facing her, one hip planted on his desk and crossed his arms as he watched her. “Firstly, do you understand what’s going to happen in this room Daria?”


“Yes Sir,” she said softly, trying to hide the slight quiver in her chin.


“Explain to me what’s going to happen,” he instructed.


“I…ummm…you’re going to punish me…” she said almost too quietly to be heard.


“How am I going to do that?” he asked.

“You’re going to spank me,” this time the words came out in a breathless rush.


“So you fully understand the contract you signed last week?” he asked with a raised brow.


Daria found herself getting irritated. Did the man not want to help her? “Yes I fully understood the contract I signed; if you don’t feel you can help me maybe I should…”


“I would think if you fully understood the scope of the contract you signed Daria you’d do well to watch your tone. I wasn’t trying to say I couldn’t or wouldn’t help you. I was merely making sure you really wanted and needed what you signed up for…I find women who sign up on a lark out of curiosity are likely to be disgruntled afterwards. In the future attitude will add to whatever punishment I feel you have coming.” He told her.


“Oh…” she felt out of place under his suddenly stern regard.


“Yes oh. My name is Jacob; you will refer to me as Sir when you are being punished. Outside this room or when you aren’t in trouble Jacob will do. Do you understand?” Jacob asked.


“Yes,” Daria replied.


“Excuse me?”


Her eyes widened as he seemed to straighten, “Yes Sir. I understand.”


“Good girl.” Jacob stood and picked up a file, she could tell it was the paperwork she’d filled out. “Speeding tickets, red light tickets, late to work…quite a list you have here. Do you have a problem paying bills on time?”


She flushed, how did he know? “Yes Sir.”


He nodded, “I’m not surprised. Its common when a person is late to work, fails to pay attention to traffic laws that they also fail to deal with day to day business like they should.”


Daria started to bristle, frowning at him.


Jacob merely raised a brow again, “Am I wrong?”


She immediately deflated, “No Sir.”


He nodded and stood, removing his suit jacket then he started rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. As Daria watched her stomach dropped to her knees, he was getting ready to spank her. It was really going to happen…in fact at this point it was out of her hands…one of the stipulations of the contract once in a punishment room the punishment was happening.


A large hand was suddenly in front of her, held out to help her to her feet. Daria looked up at him nervously as she placed her much smaller hand in his.


He smiled and pulled her to her feet and led her across the room to a cabinet. He opened the doors and she gasped. Paddles, canes, hairbrushes, belts, straps even a tawse…all the implements she could think of lined up on the back wall of the cabinet or on the shelves.


“Daria, I want you to pick an implement, either one of the paddles or a hairbrush. Pick one and then bring it to me on the couch.” Jacob instructed her.


“I don’t think I can…” she whispered.


“You can and will young lady,” he said firmly.


She gave a shuddering sigh and then picked a small thin wooden paddle. It reminded her of the ones that were at the grocery store with a ball attached but a little more sturdy. Taking another deep breath she turned to face him.


Jacob had already seated himself in the center of the couch, he eyed the paddle clutched tightly in her hand and nodded. “Good choice.”


Daria moved slowly to stand in front of him and handed him the paddle. He took it from her hand and then caught her arm once again and pulled her down over his waiting lap, scooping her close against him and smoothing a hand down over her skirted behind.


“Why are you here Daria?” he asked.


“What?” a sharp swat landed on her skirt covered bottom making her jerk with a gasp. It hurt even through her skirt.


“Why are you here over my knee about to get your bare bottom spanked like a naughty child?” Jacob asked.


“Because I was bad, I got a speeding ticket and a red light ticket,” she told him nervously.


“And?” he asked.


“Because I need you to help me be better,” Daria said softly.


“Yes and you young lady are going to find I take my job very seriously.” Jacob informed her with a pat to her upturned bottom.


She looked over her shoulder at him in alarm, “What?”


He laughed, “You heard me. Let’s get your punishment over with, and then you can have some corner time to reflect upon your actions.”


“Corner time!” Daria exclaimed with a hint of outrage.


Jacob chose that moment to toss her skirt up over her back and jerk her panties to her knees, “Yes. Naughty young ladies who have to have their bare bottoms thoroughly spanked finish their punishment by standing in the corner with their red bottoms on display.”


“I can’t do that!”


“But you will my dear. You will and I bet you’ll do it with very little fuss. Do you know why?” he asked.


“No Sir,” she said warily.


“You will do it with little to no fuss because I’m about to light a fire in your naughty bottom that won’t soon be extinguished.” Then his hand landed hard on her left bottom cheek.


“Oh!” Daria jerked in surprise, but before she could completely absorb the sting of the first swat the second, third and fourth fell in quick succession in the exact same place. “No not there again!”


Her pleas fell on deaf ears as his hand continued to fall in the same area until a full ten swats had been delivered then he moved to give the right side the same treatment.


“Warm ups over.” He announced, pulling her in tighter and then bringing one leg out from under her to clamp it down over her knees. Then he lifted the small paddle she’d chosen because it looked so harmless.


That little thing stung like a bitch and she was howling from the first swat. By the time he got to ten she was begging…by twenty she was promising to be good until she turned ninety-nine…by thirty she was sobbing limply over his knee.


Her bottom felt as if it might burst into flame at any given moment and she was sure it was swollen to gargantuan proportions.


“Right now,” Jacob said standing her on her feet and tucking the back of her skirt into her waist band. “To the corner with you.”


He was right; she went without so much as a whimper planting her nose in the closest corner as quickly as possible.


She wasn’t sure how long she stood there like a well chastised child but before she knew it he called her to him. Jacob gave her a tight hug and congratulated her for taking her punishment so well.


Then he dried her tears and helped her to set her clothing right before leading her back to the lobby.


“I’ll see you at your house in the morning for your next session.” He told her with a wink/


Daria gasped, the next session was in the morning?

Bringing a little primal your way on WIP it Up Wednesday!

Hi all! Currently I’m working on a shifter short for a multi-genre anthology with the guys from Two Dude’s Brews & Books, Jeff, Jeremy and Jack. Yes, that is three dudes, I noticed too and I’m not a dude at all. 🙂 This is an excerpt from my story, Primal Heat. Hope you enjoy it! Happy Reading! ~Morganna



“Stupid? Delusional? You better stop while you’re ahead little girl. I like a little role play on occasion but you aren’t going to get away pretending this whole scheme wasn’t your idea to begin with,” he told her firmly as he stalked towards her. “Now, would you care to explain to me why any of this was…ooompf”


She stopped his words by rushing him and ramming her tied hands up into his chin while kicking him hard in the groin simultaneously. Unfortunately, she hadn’t checked her momentum and ended up knocking him on his ass with her sitting on top of him.


Kyra blinked down at him in surprise from her precarious perch on top of his chest, gasping when she saw the fierce gaze meeting her own. In a flash she was off him and running as fast as she could towards the tree line.


If she could make it to the trees she might be able to climb one and hide until it was safe to come down and seek help later. She pumped her short legs as fast as she could but she could hear him behind her and then she felt a rush of air over her head and the biggest tiger she’d ever seen landed in front of her causing her to skid to a halt.


Kyra looked to the left, trying to find somewhere to go a menacing growl brought her attention back to the beast stalking towards her; she swallowed hard and backed a step away for each one he advanced.


“Look…ummm…I can see where we might have gotten off to a bad start…but you did kidnap me…and I…now see here stop stalking me! It’s rude…and you’re making me nervous…stop it!” she groused at the big cat as it continued to advance. “I don’t taste very good at all and…and…” she squeaked when her back came up against a tree.


Kyra closed her eyes as she felt the tiger’s hot breath on her face preparing for the worst.


The deep chuckle was unexpected, “I bet you taste just fine, delicious in fact…we’ll find that out after.”


Her eyes sprang open to see the cat had returned to his human form, his very naked and impressively aroused human form. Kyra took in the huge erection then snapped her eyes shut again. “Do you mind? You’re naked!”


He laughed again then grabbed her around the waist and tossed her over one broad shoulder with a shake of his head, “I’m always naked when I shift back, tigers don’t wear clothes.”


She blinked, dangling down his back and unable to help ogling his well muscled backside as the muscles bunched beneath his skin. Trying hard to ignore the way the sight of his nicely put together form and scent made her body react. He could probably smell her arousal, the pool of moisture gathering between her thighs…her breath began coming faster as she sank deeper into the pool of desire his evocative scent was pulling her into.


Kyra shook her head trying to escape from the haze of need beginning to swamp her senses; this is why she’d left the shifter community. She’d never wanted to feel this way, powerless to resist the mating heat.


The thought of him tasting her as he’d suggested, his tongue lapping the moisture from her weeping core sent a shudder through her, then she frowned remembering his words.


“After what?” she asked hesitantly.


“After your spanking of course,” he said matter of factly.

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Masturbation Monday-Maggie’s been a naughty girl!

Nineteen-year-old Maggie Treenan, the youngest daughter of a human mother and a Ramelian commander, is certain that her brothers’ best friend, Jackson Marks, is destined to be her mate. Unfortunately for Maggie, however, Jackson sees her as nothing more than a sweet but silly girl, and when she throws herself at him to convince him otherwise she only manages to earn herself a stern scolding and a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking.

To make matters worse, his chastisement triggers her mating fever just before he leaves Earth to return to his post with the Ramelian Guard. Heartbroken and overwhelmed by her unmet need for the man her body knows full well is her mate, Maggie spends the next eight years running a biker bar, riding motorcycles, and doing her best to forget about Jackson.

When he returns to Earth at last, it doesn’t take long for Jackson to figure out what has happened. Realizing how difficult it must have been for Maggie to live for all those years with the fierce, inescapable lusts of her mating heat—lusts that only he can quench—he sets out to claim her properly and make things right as soon as possible.

But Maggie has grown into a feisty, headstrong woman, and Jackson soon realizes that taming her is going to be no easy task. He will need to be loving, but he will also need to be firm, even when that means punishing her thoroughly for her stubbornness. Will his rebellious mate learn to submit, or will she find herself spending most of her time with blushing cheeks and a bottom that is sore both inside and out?

Publisher’s Note: His Rebellious Mate is the third book of the Ramelian Brides series, which began with The Commander’s Mate and continued with The Commander’s Daughter. It is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.






“What is that?” she asked.

“Mandavalian spice root. It works a little like ginger on earth. A good spice added to food but also a good way to punish a naughty little mate,” he explained as he pulled a knife from his pocket and peeling away the outer skin until he was left with a long, fat, phallus-like purple root.

“What are you planning to do with that?” Maggie asked warily.

“I’m not going to do anything. You are,” Jackson told her as he moved a chair to the foot of the bed and beckoned her to him.

She frowned in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“You’re going to use this root to masturbate with like a dildo,” he explained helpfully.

Maggie felt her face flush hotly and moisture welled again between her thighs as she remembered what she’d read about ginger and the practice of figging on Earth. She licked her lips. “But that will burn.”

“Yes, ma’am, it will, hence the lesson.”

“How long will I have to…” she asked. waving a hand nervously in the air.

“Until you come,” he said succinctly.

Her eyes sprang wide; he couldn’t be serious! “Jackson, I…”

“Come here, Magpie.” His firm tone brooked no argument. She got out of bed and walked around to the foot to stand in front of him. “I want you to lie down right here,” he said, showing her exactly where he wanted her.

Another hot flush of embarrassment filled her neck and face as she realized he intended for her to lie on her back with her thighs spread wide while she serviced herself with the thick root as he watched it from a seat positioned between her spread legs. He would see everything!

Once she was on the bed in the position he’d requested, Jackson handed her the root and took his seat.

Maggie sighed as she looked at him. Her clit was throbbing with need again and her pulsing channel ached to be filled. Taking a deep breath, she put the thick bulbous head of the root against her opening and pushed it inside.

She was so wet that it slid all the way inside in one long, easy stroke, filling her hot channel almost to the hilt. Her hips rocked up involuntarily. The cool, smooth root felt so good but she needed movement. Her sheath tightened around the root as she began to pull it out and a little bit of the oil began to seep into her tender tissues. “Oooh! It burns!” she protested.

“Don’t stop, Maggie, you stop and I’ll spank you hard and you can start again with an even hotter bottom,” he said sternly.

She gave a little whimpering moan as she obeyed and slid it back inside. Soon she was working it in and out in an almost punishing rhythm. It burned badly but it also felt good, and she was lost in a world of heat, burning pain, pleasure, and rampant need.

“Oooh… I, ooohhh…” she moaned and rocked her hips up and down to meet every thrust of the thick root. It burned more and more, but it left her wanting it harder and harder at the same time. If Jackson had told her to stop at this moment, she wouldn’t have been able to.

Then she was coming hard and she started to pull it out but then Jackson was there, taking the root away from her hands and working it back inside her still spasming sheath. “Not yet, baby, I want you to come again for me.”

“I don’t think I can… oohhh… it’s so hot… Jackson, please,” she wailed and moaned as he began thrusting it in and out of her harder than she’d been able to do.

He worked it hard and fast. “Pinch your clit,” he commanded, watching as Maggie did and an even stronger orgasm broke through her.

Maggie came screaming his name and bucking her hips as she wailed out her pleasure. The orgasm seemed to go on and on… it was never-ending. Jackson continued thrusting the root in and out of her until he was sure he’d coaxed every bit of pleasure he could from her.

Then the root was gone but the burning sensation remained. It made her uncomfortable but also made her wet with need. She laid in an abandoned sprawl, her legs still spread lewdly, but she didn’t have the will to move her jelly-like muscles yet.

“Almost done with your punishment, my sweet,” he said ominously as he reached between her spread thighs and pulled her labia wide apart.

“What are you…?”

“Now I’m going to spank this naughty clit of yours,” Jackson told her with a slight smile.

“No!” Maggie half tried to sit up but found herself unable to with his arm on her stomach so his hand could spread her nether lips for his sensual punishment.

Her clit throbbed with heat, a combination of Mandavalian spice root and helpless arousal; the way he held her labia open also stretched her vaginal opening, emphasizing its current emptiness.

“It was your naughty clit that got you into trouble, wasn’t it?” he asked with a raised brow.

Maggie whimpered, helplessly appalled and embarrassed by the conversation he was trying to hold with her spread so wide for his inspection but also so ridiculously turned on, she could feel a fresh burst of wetness leaking down her ass. Her traitorous clit throbbed even harder in response to his words, eagerly seeking any sort of stimulation.

He delivered a sharp swat to her clit, making her suck in air as the biting sting emphasized the heat on her poor little nubbin. “Answer me, Maggie. Didn’t your naughty little clit get you into trouble today?”

“Yes!” she cried out.

“What should I do about it?” he asked.

She moaned hoarsely, knowing exactly what he wanted. “Please spank my naughty clit.”

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A Saint Paddy’s Day Spanking for free Friday

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! I had to post a day early so as not to miss the lovely occasion. Hope this post finds you well and you make it through the day without being pinched…well not too hard anyway. 😉  Happy Reading! ~Morganna

Pot O’ Gold

Maggie slammed on her brakes…something had run across the road in front of her. She grimaced when she heard a light bump. “Oh noo…I hit it.”

Climbing out of the car she went to investigate. Maggie straightened and blinked when she saw the tiny green man sitting on the road in front of her car rubbing a hand through his green hair.

“I…er…are you okay?” Maggie was a little unsure what one said to a gnome like green person. What was proper etiquette when dealing with a…leprechaun?

The little man gave her a resigned look as he got to his feet. “You’re a clever lass to trap me thusly.”

“Huh?…But I didn’t…”

With a little tap of his pointy green shoes with golden buckles he swept the tall green hat from his head, “Shamus O’Shannessy at your service.”


“Now I’d prefer not to part with Me Pot O’Gold if it’s all the same to you.”

“I would never take your gold! That would be stealing! I have no need of your gold I can take care of myself!”

The little man blinked “Tis sure that you’re a feisty one Miss Maggie.”

Maggie took a step back, “How do you know my name?”

“I make a practice to know those who hunt me.”

“Why I never hunted you! I wouldn’t…I..”

“Ahhh Lass you’ve been calling out to me for years. Your need is like a siren’s song to one such as me.”

“What!?! I don’t need anything!”

The man studied her with a sad shake of his head. “Your need is so great it near breaks my heart. What’s your Pot O’ Gold Maggie?”

“What are you talking about? You don’t make any sense at all,” Maggie said beginning to get exasperated then felt immediately guilty for the turn of her thoughts. The poor little man must have hit his head harder than she thought. What was the protocol for injured Leprechauns? Did they have an Embassy? “I’m sorry Shamus. Does your head hurt? I can take you to a hospital.”

Shamus threw back his head and laughed. “What would I be doing in a hospital? I be fine Lass..but I do need to take care of our business and be on me way.”

“What business?”

“Why the business of yer wish gel.”

Maggie sighed, deciding to humor him. It was all a dream anyway…there were no such things as Leprechauns.

“Bite yer tongue gel!!”


“No such thing indeed. Here I be in the flesh and still ye doubt.”

Maggie blinked twice…this was all so strange…and couldn’t possibly be real. She took a deep breath. “All right. I wish for…”

“Nay lass. That’s not how it works.”

Maggie frowned down at him. She was a bit disgruntled that he’d stopped her from making her wish. “What?”

“I’m a special sort of Leprechaun. You can only be wishing for what you need most in the world.”

“A million bucks would have gone a long way to meeting my needs.”

Another sad shake of his shaggy green head. “Oh Lass…most real needs have naught to do with money.”

“Fine. I wish for whatever it is that I need most! There…I made my wish… Are you satisfied?”

He chortled with glee and spun in such a rapid circle he almost made Maggie dizzy. Then he spun to a stop at her feet and doffed his hat with a little bow. “It was a pleasure doing business with ye Miss Maggie my Lass…find yer own Pot O’Gold before its too late.” Then with a loud pop he disappeared right before her eyes.

Maggie blinked and shook her head then blinked again. This was surely the most bizarre thing that had ever happened to her. She certainly couldn’t share the story. Everyone would think she was crazier than a loon!

“Oh geeze…maybe I hit MY head,” Maggie climbed back into her car determined to put it all behind her.

Cord frowned as he parked in front of Tansies Tavern. He had hardly believed it when a co-worker had told him that Maggie was working there. Little Maggie May was a thorn in his side. He’d been shocked when his friend Luke had called him and said Maggie was moving to New Orleans. Why on earth would her family allow her to move half way across the world all alone? Then he’d met Maggie. She was a force to be reckoned with, independent, beautiful, confident and feisty as hell. It had taken a matter of days for him to fall like a ton of bricks.

He’d tried to court her but she kept him at a distance, telling him that she had to make it on her own before she settled down. Her blasted independence! Every time he saw her she seemed to have lost a little more weight and the bright sparkle was fading from her glorious brown eyes.

Cord walked into the bar and froze in his tracks. There was Maggie decked out in a tiny green bustier with a little black fringe that was supposed to be a skirt, fishnet stockings and big silver platform heels. Her golden hair spilled to her shoulders in luxurious curls that she flipped at the customers as she strutted across the top of the bar.

“Now gentlemen…Maggie is so pleased that you’ve decided to follow her from the parade to our establishments St. Patrick’s Day bash…but give the girl a little air,” Came the booming voice of the bartender.

Maggie smiled again down at the leering men as she dodged their hands from her place on the bar. What a way to make a buck!

Suddenly a hand locked around her leg and pulled her from the bar. Maggie was shocked to find herself pressed against a very large and seemingly unwashed gentleman. She sniffed and held her head back.

“Please sir…let me go…I’m not on the menu.”

“I want some of what you’ve been promisin girlie!” He said with a growl before pressing a wet kiss into her neck.

A roar of rage echoed through the tavern and suddenly Maggie was free and the unwashed man was lying in the middle of the floor.

“Cord!” Maggie gasped as her brother’s handsome friend shackled her wrist in his hand and turned to face the rest of the mob of leering men.

“Anyone else?” He asked with a menacing growl. The men shook their heads and bellied up to the bar as a single unit.

Cord nodded with satisfaction and began towing Maggie towards the door.

“Wait! Cord what are you doing? I can’t leave I work here!”

“You just quit!”

“I did no such thing! I need the money!”

Cord dealt with Maggie’s dragging feet by tossing her across one broad shoulder. The whistle from the bar made him glance at her bottom. The nonexistent skit displayed her generous curves to all leaving only a thong and fishnets to conceal her most personal of secrets. Cord glared at the whistler shielding the area as best he could with the palm of his hand.

“Cord Danvers you unhand me this instant!”

A well-placed slap to her vulnerable bottom was his only response.

“Oooowwww! Cord! How dare you! Put me down!”

“My wish is your command!”

Cord stood her on her feet then pulled her quickly across his lap as he sat on a nearby bench. The skirt of her uniform or lack thereof left him nothing to raise to expose his target area. He brought his palm down hard against her upturned bottom.


“I have waited…I’ve waited for you to come to your senses…loving someone doesn’t make you any less independent…if anything it makes you stronger…I’ve had enough of your protests!” Cord hand continued to fall as he read her the riot act leaving a blistering sting in its wake.

“And THIS place…THIS outfit…what were you thinking?” If anything his hand began to fall harder when he was reminded of the situation he’d just removed her from.

“Ooooooowwwwwwwww…I’m sorreeeeeeee…I hated it…but I was broke…oooooowwwwwwwooooooo…I’m sorreeeee!”

Maggie found herself pressed tightly to his chest her tears wetting his neck. “When I saw that man’s hands on you…oh baby you scared me,” Cord squeezed her tight.

Maggie looked up at him and touched his cheek. “I’m so sorry Cord…I should never have taken that job. I won’t fight you or what I feel anymore.”

Cord loaded her in his car to take her home. As Maggie looked out the window she saw a flash of green and a little voice whispered in her head. “What’s your Pot O’Gold?”

In an instant everything clicked and Maggie turned to Cord with fresh tears in her eyes. “Oh Cord I’ve been such a fool.”

Cord frowned as he parked in front of her apartment then grinned and pulled her close. “I’ve been trying to tell you that for over a year Maggie me girl, but you know your punishment is far from over.”

Maggie nodded and led him inside.

Once they reached her apartment Cord wasted no time pulling Maggie back over his knee.

“Cord can’t we talk about this?” she asked nervously as he pulled the thong and stockings down her legs leaving her bare from the waist down with the exception of the almost non-existent skirt.

“I’ve done all the talking I plan to do young lady,” he said sternly. “You’ve led me a merry chase but now it’s over and as far as I’m concerned you’ll never spend another night away from me.”

She shivered enjoying rough power in his deep voice as his words rolled over her, Cord was taking control and she liked it. Then he began to deliver crisp slaps all over her bottom with no discernible pattern.

Soon Maggie was wriggling in an effort to escape his hard hand, but Cord tightened the hand around her waist holding her easily in place for his punishment.

“I’m sorreee Cord! Please…I’ll be good I promise!”

Cord’s punishing hand then gentled as it began to rub across her tender flesh in a gliding caress that left Maggie lifting her bottom for more. Each pass of his hand over her hot bottom brought him closer and closer to her core, where her body readied itself for his possession.

Maggie moved her legs apart eager for his fingers to touch her and relieve the ache of her need. Then one long finger sank deep as his thumb played across her clit. Cord worked her expertly with his fingers until she came with a gasping scream over his knee.

Then Maggie climbed off his lap and got to her hands and knees on the floor in front of him, looking over her shoulder, “I need you Cord.”

Cord watched as Maggie pressed her chest down with her hands and elbows pressing to the floor. She gave him a mischievous little grin over her shoulder; her blond hair swirling about her face. Her creamy breasts were spilling from the top of the bustier and the little skirt left her rosy bottom on delightful display.

Cord wasted no time dropping his pants and kneeling behind her on the floor; he delivered two sharp swats to each bottom cheek before fitting the head of his cock to her weeping slit.
Maggie raised her hips in an effort to bring him inside, but instead her began spanking her again hard as he eased just a fraction of an inch inside, “Who’s in charge Maggie?”

She tried to buck back and take him deep but one firm hand on her hip held her in place as he spanked her while teasing her with the head of his swollen cock.

“Who’s in charge Maggie?”

“You are Cord! You’re in charge! Please…” she begged.

Cord lunged forward and took her to the hilt with one hard thrust, then he stilled his balls pressing tight against her body to give her a chance to get accustomed to his girth and length.

“You feel so good inside me,” she panted wriggling around to get the friction she craved so badly.

More searing swats fell hard and fast, the searing heat shooting straight to her clit and almost sending her over the edge.

“You’ll take what I give you Maggie Mine,” then he was riding her hard and deep; pulling out almost to the tip of his cock and then slamming back inside.

Maggie pressed her chest completely to the floor and spread her legs even further apart to take him even deeper. Each slam of his cock against her cervix spiraling her higher and higher until she shattered around him with a hoarse shout.

When she would have collapsed bonelessly to the floor Cord held her in place, “We’re not done yet love.”

He continued to move, altering his angle to hit a spot inside her that made her clench down with every inward thrust as his hand reached around to catch her clit between his thumb and forefinger to send her over the edge again.

As she came around him, Cord pressed deep and began to grind against her while pinching her clit hard.

This time her back arched and she opened her mouth in a silent scream as her body shook and her sheath began to milk him until he gave her everything.

As Cord wrapped her close to hold her in the shelter of his arms, Maggie smiled knowing she was home. She’d found her Pot O’ Gold.

Free Friday Old School paddling

It’s Friday again. I hope you’be had a lovely week and a fabulous weekend is coming your way! Happy reading. ~Morganna


The Tale of the Reluctant Thigh High

I was so excited; the chance to substitute at the exclusive Hinnniman School was more than I had expected. I knew many substitutes ended up with permanent positions with the school and the pay was out of this world.

I wanted to make the best impression possible so I chose my wardrobe carefully. I decided on a pencil slim black skirt that fell to just above my ankles and my fuzzy cowl necked purple sweater. I frowned as I dug through the drawer in which I keep my hosiery. All I had was a pair of black thigh highs that had been worn several times. I studied the elastic band at the top of them critically; well they would have to do as I was running late. I quickly finished dressing and hurried out the door.

The school was huge. It took me an age to find the office; I was relieved to find upon talking with the secretary that the teacher I was filling in for didn’t have a class first period. The secretary smiled handing me the substitute badge and directions to Ms. Carter’s room.

“It’s on the second floor, there are some steps over there and the classrooms are against that back wall,” she said pointing me in the right direction.

I climbed the stairs noticing that something about the thigh high on my right leg didn’t feel quite right. I decided that I would pop into a bathroom and check it once I found my room. I was walking down the hall studying room numbers when the unthinkable happened.

My right thigh high suddenly fell completely down around my ankle! I gasped and looked all around. So far no one seemed to be noticing my predicament. I looked down hoping that it wouldn’t look as bad as it felt. No such luck, it had settled into a silky pool around my shoe.

I hurried along the hallways trying hard to fade into the background, praying no one looked in the vicinity of my feet. I finally stopped when I found a little corner between the lockers and a wall. I looked around; no one seemed to be coming. I quickly pulled the thigh high from my foot; unfortunately my shoe came with it, as the stocking seemed to have become tangled around it. I heard someone coming and crushed the shoe and stocking to my chest doing my best to appear nonchalant as I stood there in one heel and one bare foot. I smiled as the kids walked past in their spiffy uniforms.

As soon as they had passed I began trying to disentangle my shoe from the reluctant hosiery. I had it stretched out hanging from the shoe trying to figure out where it was caught when I heard a horrified gasp. I jumped and looked up into the eyes of a distinguished looking gentleman.

I felt my face flame as his shocked expression transformed into a fierce glare. “Young lady, we DO NOT strip in the halls.”

Strip? “But I wasn’t! You see my shoe got hung in the hose and I was trying to get it loose,” mortified I tried to explain.

The man’s eyes went from one well-shod foot to the other embarrassingly bare one, I felt like my scarlet red toes were winking like a beacon at him. I sighed and tried to tuck my bare foot beneath the other. Then he looked back at the mangled piece of hosiery and shoe in my hands and his mouth firmed once again.

“I believe we will finish this discussion in my office,” he informed me as he took a strong hold on my elbow and marched me down the hall.

Having one heel on and the other off, my march was decidedly lop-sided. Unfortunately that didn’t seem to slow him down any. Before I knew it I was ensconced in the chair across from the headmaster’s desk. Great first impression I thought with a sigh.

Hoping to save face a little I began babbling to him about the events of the morning. At least he would know how I had gotten to be where I was shoe and stocking in hand.

The headmaster stood after listening to my tale. “Young lady you if you would present a more prepared attitude about life such things wouldn’t happen. I am going to help you in that regard. You may now prepare to take the consequences of partially undressing in my hallway.”

I think it was at this point that I aspirated my gum. Consequences? “What do you mean sir?”

“Take the position across the desk,” he instructed me.

Take the position! He couldn’t be serious! “You can’t be serious sir! I’m a teacher not a student! Well at least I’m a substitute teacher,” I said holding up my nifty badge.

“Young lady if you’ve any desire to teach or substitute in this institution or any other again I suggest you do as I’ve instructed,” he said firmly.

I felt tears gathering behind my eyes as I realized I had no real choice if I wanted a chance to teach at this school or any other for that matter. I rose from my chair with as much dignity as I could manage and lowered myself across his desk.

I was surprised when he pulled me up. Maybe he wasn’t serious after all.

All my hopes of a big joke on me went out the window when he jerked my skirt up around my waist and pushed me back across the desk. Oh my god! I thought terribly embarrassed by having my panties on display. I nearly died when I felt his fingers hook in the top of said panties. He couldn’t!

“Wait you can’t do that!” I cried.

“I find that when dealing with a woman that is supposed to be an adult and beyond such punishments, it’s much more effective if delivered on the bare.” With that my panties were tugged to mid thigh.

I thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse until I saw him pull the paddle from his desk drawer. At the sight of it my bottom cheeks clenched involuntarily.

The headmaster walked back to the side of the desk I was bent across, my bottom raised high for the paddle. I closed my eyes and cringed as I waited for the paddle to fall.

I opened them back up in surprise when he lightly tapped the paddle on my bottom several times. Oh that’s not bad at all I thought.


“Holy Hell!” I yelled shooting up off the desk and grabbing my bottom.

“That’s hardly language befitting a teacher young lady; that earned you two more swats. Back into position, don’t get out of position again,” he said guiding me back across the desk.

I grabbed the other side bracing myself for what was to come. That horrid paddle descended upon my poor backside again and again. I’ve no idea how many times it fell; I was a sobbing mess after the fifth swat so I lost track.

The next thing I knew the headmaster was pulling me up and into a comforting hug. “There, there dear…it’s all over now. My you do carry on,” he said rubbing my back as he comforted me.

I sniffed and wiped my tears away. The heat in my bottom was incredibly intense; I winced as I pulled my panties up over my tender posterior. I went ahead and pulled the other thigh high off and frowned when I realized the shoe that had been on my foot was now gone. I looked questioningly at the headmaster.

“It’s over there,” he said pointing to the far wall with a curious grin. As I walked over and retrieved my shoe from its place against the wall I noticed the picture above it was slightly crooked and straightened it.

I disentangled the other shoe from its silken prison and put both shoes back on my feet where they belonged. Hopefully no one would notice I was going without. Of course it wasn’t like I was staying; the headmaster probably wanted me off the premises as soon as I had myself together.

“You’d better hurry dear or you’ll be late for your first class. I don’t want to have to take you to task for tardiness too,” the headmaster said glancing at his watch.

“You mean I can still substitute today?” I asked.

“Well of course, you took the consequences for your actions and I dare say it won’t happen again. Will it?” he asked giving me a pointed look.

“Oh no sir,” I assured him before hurrying out the door to my class. I paused and looked back at him, “thank you sir.”

He nodded and sat down behind his big desk obviously dismissing me.

I made my way to my classroom; ready to begin my first day. Maybe it would turn into a permanent job.

Ruefully rubbing my tender tush I hoped I didn’t called to the Headmaster’s office again anytime soon.

Kelly Dawson is here to talk about Taking His Human Bride!




Less than a day after two gruff military officers detain her and escort her to a government facility, Melissa Malone finds herself leaving the planet on a newly-built spacecraft heading for one of the moons of Jupiter. Unknown to most of the world, an asteroid is hurtling toward Earth and, due to her unrivaled computer skills, Melissa is one of a select group of people chosen to rebuild civilization should humanity prove unable to avert the approaching cataclysm.


Melissa’s situation rapidly goes from bad to much worse when the ship is attacked and the crew is easily overcome by what she can only assume are aliens. Melissa is taken captive along with everyone else, but while the others are to be sold as slaves, she quickly discovers that her captors have special plans for her. She is promptly stripped naked for an intimate, incredibly humiliating medical examination, and when she fails to do as she is told during the shameful procedure she is punished thoroughly, leaving much more than just her bare bottom burning hot and sore. Once she is deemed suitable, Melissa is given as a bride to a powerful officer named Damian.


Though she is horrified by the prospect of being taken as a wife by a man who makes it clear that he will expect her absolute submission and will sternly punish any defiance, Melissa soon learns that Damian has laid claim to her for a reason. He is on a mission, sent by the leaders of his world to infiltrate and bring to justice the band of renegades who took her captive… and he needs her help.


Despite her fury at Damian’s willingness to compel her obedience with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, she cannot help delighting in the way her body responds to his touch, and his skillful, dominant lovemaking brings her to heights of passion she never imagined possible. But when the time comes for her to put her abilities to the test with the fate of the Earth on the line, can she outwit a rogue computer expert and prove that Damian’s trust in her was well placed?


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


Immediately, the man who had stopped her escape moved forward and tore her outer garments from her in a series of swift motions. She fought him crazily as she stood there in her underwear, but he simply held her wrists in one hand and used a small knife to slice her bra and knickers from her. Melissa screamed and clutched her hands in front of her, desperate to preserve her modesty. She tried grabbing at her ruined clothes, but Lucas held them out of reach. And still, Damian didn’t come to her aid.

“Up onto the examination table.”

Melissa was frozen in place, unable to even shake her head in refusal, her whole body trembling. Her legs were like jelly—she couldn’t have obeyed even if she wanted to.

Smack! Lucas’ hand came crashing down against her bare bottom with such force that she was propelled forward towards the table. She was too shocked to react. When she didn’t immediately comply, he smacked her again, even harder.

“Ow!” she yelled. “Stop hitting me! You have no right!”

“I have every right.” He whacked her twice more, once on each cheek, each smack landing with a resounding crack that echoed around the small room.

Forgetting about modesty, her hands flew to her backside in a futile attempt to rub out the sting. Her bottom was burning!

“Get up on the examination table,” the chief medical examiner ordered her again. “If you don’t, I will have Lucas cane you. And then you will get up on it anyway.”

“I… I can’t,” she pleaded, stuttering. “My legs… they won’t work.” She dissolved into hot tears of humiliation and frustration, wiping at them with the back of her hand, but unable to stem the flow of them.

“Here, let me help you,” Lucas said, taking her arm. He led her to the edge of the table, then lifted her effortlessly up onto it, laying her on her back. He lifted her feet up and secured them in stirrups, strapped her wrists in leather cuffs that hung above her head, and buckled a stiff leather belt over her abdomen, holding her down and rendering her completely immobile.

Wowzers, that was a hot excerpt indeed! I’ve got my coy, grab yours below. You know you want to. Happy reading! ~Morganna

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Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book – preferably one containing spanking!

A life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her own. And now, here she is, 5 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to write!

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.

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B J Wane is over with a steamy and spanky excerpt from Her Master At Last!





When Jack Sinclair worked for Morgan Tomlinson’s parents when she was a lonely, neglected little rich girl, his friendship became her lifeline, and she swore she’d marry him someday.  Twenty years later, Morgan is still determined to belong to Jack-the one man who has always been there for her and has helped her battle her insecurities.

After breaking off her unwanted engagement and with her mother’s criticism about her less than slender body ringing in her ears, Morgan flees to Jack in the midst of a snowstorm and finds herself stranded at his mountain retreat.  Jack has always feared losing Morgan’s friendship if he gave in to his desire for her, and worried his demanding tastes would be too much for her.  But Morgan’s determination to expand their relationship proves too much for Jack to ignore, and her need for a bare bottomed spanking becomes dire-to the point he bares her bottom and puts her over his knee in front of all his guests at the retreat and gives her the spanking she’s been asking for.

To Jack’s surprise and pleasure, Morgan responds beautifully to the sexual marathon he puts her through as he teaches her what it means to belong to him.  Even when he plans a night for he and his best friend to pleasure her together, Morgan finds it more pleasurable than she ever thought possible.

Yet when her family’s demands threaten to drive a wedge between them and cause her to run back home in order to protect him, will Jack finally be the one who chases after her and doesn’t take no for an answer?


Oblivious to the late hour and not thinking he might be asleep, she ran out the back kitchen door, across the green expanse of lawn and down to the guest house.  It wasn’t until she saw the small Volkswagen sitting next to Jack’s truck she considered he might not be alone.

Youth and alcohol gave her the courage to move with quiet stealth up to the window where a bright light shone and she could hear a woman pleading for something she couldn’t name.  Apparently Jack didn’t care if anyone saw or heard them as the shade was up and the window open to allow the warm summer breeze in.  Peeking over the window sill, Morgan drew in a shocked breath at the sight of a naked, attractive blonde draped over Jack’s lap, hands braced on the floor, ass in the air, legs spread and held apart by his large foot. 

Morgan gaped watching him swat her already bright red buttocks, eliciting a gasp from the beet faced woman.  When he moved his hand between her legs and his big finger slid with ease through her drenched folds, her own pussy dampened with need.  Unable to pull her gaze away from the erotic sight, she spied with rapt fascination on the couple, both awed by the woman’s eager response every time Jack smacked her ass and then fingered her pussy, and jealous over his obvious involvement with this woman.

Jack continued alternating his slaps with fingering her pussy, the woman’s squirming backside and the dampness coating her swollen folds obvious signs the heat and pain from the smacks were a huge turn on.  When the blonde screamed with the release of her orgasm, Morgan couldn’t help but cup her crotch, rubbing her clit through her jeans.  Picturing herself in the place of the woman, the thought of him treating her to the same pleasure/pain had her untried pussy clenching in need.  She must have made some sound, because before she could duck down out of sight, Jack’s dark eyes switched from the wriggling, red buttocks over his lap to land on her red face.

“God dammit!” he roared, making her cringe.  Knowing it was useless to flee, she stood up and tried to put on a brave face as he came storming out the front.  “What the hell do you think you’re doing Morgan?”

At six foot four and over two hundred pounds, Jack was a big man, but Morgan had never feared him.  Still feeling the effects from her heavy drinking, she gave him a cocky smile and sassy reply.  “Sheesh, Jack, I didn’t know you were a kinky perv.” 

“That is not funny, Princess.  What’re you doing out here so late?”

Feeling brave even though she had never seen him so angry, Morgan threw her arms around him and then went stock still when she felt his huge erection against her stomach.   Looking up into his rigid face, she stated naively, “Jack?  I’m eighteen now and…”

“Forget it.”  Grasping her arms, he pulled her away from him.  “You’ve been drinking and you don’t know what you’re saying.  Come on, I’ll take you back up to the house.”

A perverse part of her couldn’t let it go, just had to egg him on.  “Are you going to tuck me in?” she needled him, knowing she shouldn’t push him but not caring.  She wanted what she wanted, and she wanted Jack.

“Morgan.”  The dark warning in his tone told her she pushed him too far.  He only called her by her name when he was really upset with her.


Thanks so much for having me, Morganna!

You’re welcome at my place anytime BJ! Thanks for the hot excerpt! I don’t know about y’all but this is definitely on my TBR list. In fact I’ve already got my copy, you better hurry and snag yours! Happy reading! ~Morganna

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