Impatience gets her a little more than she bargained for on free Friday

It’s Friday again! Hope you enjoy today’s offering.  Happy reading! ~Morganna
Not Without Permission
She waited bent over the edge of the bed, wetness already dripping from her core to her inner thighs. She groaned and shifted her legs wriggling her bottom from side to side.

He’d told her to strip get in a position and wait with her legs spread shoulder length apart. She moaned and pressed her breasts into the bedding wriggling a little to get some friction on her tight nipples.

“Shouldn’t a good girl spanking be on my terms?” she muttered under her breath.

“Not really, I’m always in charge.” He said from right behind her making her jump.

She groaned and pressed her face into the mattress, “I didn’t know you were in here.”

He laughed, “Obviously. Surely if you’d realized you wouldn’t be rubbing your nipples against the comforter and shifting your legs to put some pressure on your clit because those things could alter the good girl status of your spanking.”

“Please…I’m sorree…my clit is just all throbby and my nipples ache…I just…,”

“You were just being impatient and very naughty,” he told her firmly.

Her breath came out in a huff and her shoulders slumped a little, “Yes sir. I was.”

“What should I do about that?” he asked curiously.

“Spank my bottom hard,” she said softly.

“Hmmm,” he said as he walked behind her and she felt the heat of him against the back of her legs. She gave a startled yelp when his hand suddenly clapped up between her legs and slapped her nether lips hard. “It seems like this would be the area deserving punishment.”

“Oooohhoooo,” she moaned loud and low when his hand clapped off her tenderest flesh a second time.

“Reach your hands under you and hold yourself open for me,” he commanded, his dark voice rolling through her like a silken ribbon and wrapping around her as she complied.

Her hips bucked when he began slapping his hand against her clit, spanking it repeatedly building layer upon layer of stinging heat on the already sensitive nub. She felt it bloom under his attentions swelling and hardening as pain and pleasure intermingled.

She was right on the edge of orgasm when he stopped and began applying his hand with vigor to her left sit spot. He spanked her hard, his hand falling several times in the exact same spot before moving over a little and doing the same thing.

She moaned and whimpered as the stinging heat filled her ass, as he worked his way across the tender crease between her ass and thighs until it all felt branded then he started back at the beginning.

“Owww…please…not there…not there…somewhere new! Oh please!” she cried as he laid ten very hard swats in a row on the already sore under curve of her left bottom cheek. Tears gathered in her eyes and spilled down her face as he ignored her pleas. Moving to give the right cheek the same treatment and then coming back to the left side.

He continued the same pattern ten in a row on the left side…ten on the right then back to the left until she collapsed into the mattress with a sob. “I’m soreeee…I should have held position…I’m sorrreee…ooooooohoooooooooo!”

She ended on a wail of pleasure as two fingers thrust inside her hard, his thumb his other hand coming around to slap his fingers lightly against her impossibly swollen clit. She came immediately clamping down on his pumping fingers with a soft scream.

“Good girl,” he told her flipping her to her back and spreading her wide as his mouth came to clamp down on her clit and sucked it hard. She thrashed and bucked wildly against his face as he drove her from one peak to another in a maelstrom of pleasure. Then his tongue licked inside her deep curling against her sensitive inner walls as she rode out the intense climax. So overwhelmed she barely noticed when he pulled away.

She looked up to find him looming over her naked, her arousal still shining on his face and lips, he had his cock in his hand thick and heavy. He began to slap it against her wet mound, spanking her with it.

She moaned loudly, enjoying the wet sound it made as his cock bounced off her sodden slit. The crest of his cock began to glide through her slick lips zeroing in on her aching clit and grinding against it.

“Please…please…please,” she began to chant, panting and aching with need.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Your cock…please…,” she begged.

“You want my cock inside you baby?” he asked.

“Yes please,” she said breathlessly.

He dipped just the very tip of his cock head  into her heat…barely an inch then pulled out…teasing her, the thick head exquisitely stretching her tender opening then withdrawing the delicious pressure. He did this over and over again until her head was tossing restlessly on the mattress.

She tried to buck up and impale herself but he held her fast teasing her until she almost felt mindless with need. Then he slammed inside her to the hilt taking her hard and fast.

The head of his cock slammed against her cervix as he began to piston in and out of her lick a jack hammer. Her mouth opened but no sound escaped as he overwhelmed her with ecstasy.

Driving her from one orgasm straight into another shooting her pleasure higher and higher until she fragmented into a million pieces. Her body bucking and spasming beneath his as her inner muscles clamped down so hard on his still driving cock he could barely manage to move it in her slick heat.

When she jerked hard and spasmed on him in a vise grip he followed her over the edge with a guttural groan. She shivered as his heated seed splashed off her inner walls. Her clit and eager channel still spasming and clenching around him as her pleasure seemed to have no end.

Finally, she collapsed against the bedding unable to move with his weight pressing her down. She loved the feel of him over her…still a part of her…in this moment they were one…united against the world.

She felt loved…at peace…all the outside noise silenced in these precious moments.


A sexy spanking on free story Friday!

Happy Friday! I hope you all have a lovely weekend.  Happy Reading! ~Mo
Yours to Take

I waited naked, on my hands and knees, a blindfold over my face. I knew the minute you entered the room and I couldn’t suppress a shiver of excitement. You came to stand behind me, I felt the heat of your body through your jeans.

A warm hand slid down my naked back and across my upturned bottom, rubbing over my soft skin in a gentle caress. My breath caught in the back of my throat when the heat of your hand left my bottom then I jerked with a gasp when it landed hard on my left sit spot.

This was not a punishment, far from it but still the first stinging swat is always a surprise. You gave me little time to think about it though because it is followed quickly by several more in succession, each one increasing the heat and sting in my posterior as I grow wetter and wetter between my thighs.

You continue to spank me, the pace and strength of your swats increasing until my entire bottom feels hot. Then the spanking stops and your hand comes back to rub and tease across my now very sensitive flesh, wringing a moan from my lips as I move my thighs further apart in invitation.

You chuckle before delivering another series of spanks even harder than any of the others, but before I can protest you sink two fingers deep inside my wet heat.

My back arches as your fingers drive in and out of me, caught up in the pleasure of the moment, “Are you going to cum on my fingers?” You ask as your thumb glides over my swollen clit in a circular motion.

“Please…yes…please…,” I cry rocking my hips to and fro in time with the thrusts of your hand.

Before I can cum, you remove your fingers and push me to my side then catch a sore bottom cheek in each hand as you flip me to my back and spread me wide.  I gave a soft groan of delight when I felt your tongue slide between my wet lips and map out the entire area. Your fingers come up and spread my lips wide so you could  latch on to my clit and suck.

“Ohhh…yes…please…,” I cried  out as you licked down from my clit and your tongue sank inside my needy channel as if you could devour me from the inside out. You fed voraciously on my desire until I was like a wild thing bucking up against your face.

Again you stopped before I could go over the edge, leaving me aching and needy, I whimpered in protest as I stayed in position legs splayed wide.  I heard the sound of your zipper just before you catch my hands in yours pinning me to the bed and I felt the broad head of your cock at my entrance.

“Is this what you need little girl?” You asked me, teasing me with just the tip, pressing in just slightly and pulling back.

“Yes!” I cried, trying to lift my hips and capture your cock.

“What do you want?” you asked, continuing to tease me.

“I want your cock inside me! Please!” I begged, needing you inside me almost more than my next breath.

Then you slammed inside, ramming home to the hilt making me bow my back with a hiss of pleasure as you took me hard. You withdrew almost all the way and then hammered back inside over and over driving my pleasure and my need higher and higher until with a soft cry I came hard, tightening down on your driving cock.

You gave me no respite continuing to slam in and out of me driving me from one orgasm straight into another until the pleasure was almost more than I could take. Then you found that spot high inside me, pressing deep and grinding against it until I could barely breathe as the intensity built and I finally exploded around you; my inner muscles clamping down hard on your cock as if I would never let you go.

The orgasm seemed never ending, my spasming heat pulling you with me into the storm. I shivered at the feel of your seed coating my walls; your balls pressed tight against me as you gathered me close kissing me deeply as we came down from the heights you’d taken us to.

You pulled the blindfold from my face and smiled down at me, before rolling to your back and nestling me against you as you stroked my back. “Good girl.”

I smiled and sank into you happy to be yours.

Maddie Taylor is visiting with a panty melting excerpt from Sweet Submission


Sweet Submission

by Maddie Taylor


Giada Trent’s job as the CEO of a Fortune 500 company has all but consumed her, and after ten years of marriage her husband, Ian, has finally decided it is time to take matters into his own hands. He makes it clear that she has blown off his attempts to rekindle their romance one too many times, and from now on she will make room in her life for him or she will find herself over his knee for a long, hard spanking on her bare bottom.

Ian’s bold dominance awakens Giada’s desires in ways she hasn’t felt in years, and soon she is blushing like a newlywed and quivering with desire as her firm-handed husband reminds her how pleasurable it can be to surrender to his mastery of her body. But just as their passion for one another starts to truly catch fire, a cruel, dishonest man who hurt Giada long ago returns to cause trouble for her once again. Can she find a way to put her painful past behind her forever before it tears apart everything she has worked so hard to build?

Publisher’s Note: Sweet Submission is a stand-alone sequel to Sweet Salvation and Sweet Surrender. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



As she settled her belly across his hard thighs, his hand moved in a slow caress up the back of her legs. “This will serve as a reminder to follow the rules in the future.”

Since they had planned to go to the beach once he got back, it was easy enough for him to slide up the short hem of her beach cover-up and expose her bikini bottoms. These he tugged down and off. His touch returned to smooth over the upraised globes, rubbing each one gently at first, then more firmly, his large palm and long fingers not missing a single spot as his massage warmed her skin. He did the same with a play spanking during a scene to increase the blood flow and decrease the likelihood of bruising.

“Spread your legs and don’t clench up,” was his low command a few moments later. “I don’t want to mar this fine ass and have bruises showing beneath your swimsuit.”

“How kind of you to think of me,” she drawled.

Immediately, a searing smack came rushing down. “And that earned you ten more.”

“What? Why?”

“Sass,” he murmured softly as he patted her behind. “That comment was pure vinegar, baby, and vinegar will get you spanked every time. It’s up to you to remember that I prefer honey.”

“Ooo!” Her frustrated cry was drowned out by the sound of skin slapping skin as his palm induced fire with the first smack and increased from there. These were no playful swats meant to tease or arouse; the spanking had begun for real. In fact, it stung so much, tears filled her eyes.

“Ian,” she wailed on the fifth or sixth blow, “not so hard.”

“I warned you,” he said evenly, not letting up. “I expect you’ll remember this when you sit down for dinner tonight and probably tomorrow, too. Hopefully, that will have you thinking twice about breaking the rules in the future.”

With an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her in closer, he lifted his right leg enough to shift her forward, her head angled to the floor, before he resumed. Then they came fast and hard, and she quickly lost count. If the heat on her butt was any gauge, he’d delivered four hundred, not the forty he’d promised. At long last, when her ass cheeks felt hot enough to spark tinder, he paused, his fingers trailing over her punished skin, then slipping between her spread thighs. His pleased hum told her that she was wet. A playful spanking always did that to her, and evidently, the real thing did too. Her already flushed face from its upside down position burned at the thought that he knew that now.

“Ten more for the smart ass remark.” These he delivered briskly, his hard palm moving from side to side without hesitancy as she yelped and whimpered, kicking her feet as they landed lower upon her uppermost thighs, an area that was susceptible and infinitely tender.

Once the entire forty were laid down and her punishment had come to an end, he turned her over, pressed her tear-streaked face to his chest, and held her as she cried. As the sobs slowed to an occasional sniffle, his soothing strokes became increasingly bolder and in no time, he moved back to her pussy. They slid along her smooth skin and then between, separating her folds, which were wet with the proof of her arousal in spite of the strict spanking. Ian’s fingers delved into her wetness, swirling and gliding until he found her clit.

He rubbed and stroked over the nub until she was squirming, her tearful cries transforming into moans of desire. But he didn’t linger long enough to give her what she needed to get off; instead, he moved to sink three knuckles deep into her wetness. He worked in and out until she was moaning and nearing climax once again. Then he stopped. She cried out her frustration as he lifted her by the waist and brought her down to straddle his broad thighs.

Now face to face, he brushed her hair out of her eyes, cupping her chin and holding her still for a kiss.

“Do you want to pout over your first punishment or do you want to ride me and give us both pleasure?”

“I want to come, Ian, please.”

“That’s my girl. Open my fly and take me inside you.”


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A little D/s on Free Friday



I hope everyone has a fantabulous weekend! I plan to attend the State Fair of Texas. I hope you enjoy today’s offering.  Happy reading! ~Mo



I wait on my knees in the center of the room, naked except for the leather collar adorning my neck.

I hear you come in the front door and open my thighs wider and arch my back ensuring I am open so you can see everything that belongs to you.

I shiver as I hear you moving around in the living room, wetness begins to leak from my core as anticipation grows within me. I keep my head down with my hands resting palm up on my thighs as I hear you enter the room.

Your hand rests lightly on the top of my head and the breath catches in my throat, I am so happy you’re here. Your hand strokes my hair then comes down to cup my chin and tilt my face up to meet your eyes.

“What a good girl you are,” you tell me smiling down at me then stepping back and stripping out of your suit and tie my mouth waters as every inch of your form is revealed to me. When you come back to stand in front of me your cock is straining against your belly, hard and ready.  “I want your mouth.”

My mouth obediently opens ready to take your cock, but first your hand cups my cheek and your thumb slides between my lips. I look up at your sucking and tonguing your thumb as I want to suck your cock.

You pull your thumb from my mouth with an audible pop that makes you laugh as you feed the head of your thick cock between my waiting lips.

I moan as I suck just the tip, sinking my tongue into the little slit already leaking drops of precum, the taste of you rolls over my taste buds like the sweetest ambrosia. I open my mouth wider to take more sucking hard on the head of your cock as I swirl my tongue around the sensitive underside.

Your hands come to fist in my hair and you begin thrusting deeper, taking my throat. I gag and tear up a little as you work ever deeper, but I am so hungry for you I don’t care. I want everything you have to give me.

I suck and lick the best I can between gagging, sometimes struggling to breathe as you begin to take up a harder rhythm.

You pull out without cumming  and lift me to my feet spinning me to face the bed and bending me over it, I barely have time to adjust to the position before you slam inside me hard.

My back bows and I gasp as you fill me to the hilt, the head of your cock ramming into my cervix. One of your hands comes to fist in my hair and the other grips the side of my collar holding me in place as you pound relentlessly in and out of my wet heat.

All I can do is emit mewling little gasps as you take my body by storm, giving me no quarter.

My inner walls clamp down around you as I begin to cum hard, but you grant me no mercy continuing to hammer in and out of me without pause. You drive me straight from my orgasm towards another building my need higher and higher.

Until everything tightens within me and I come undone with a scream and a gush of fluid as I squirt all over your cock.

“Good girl,” you tell me pulling free then forcing me back to my knees and thrusting into my mouth again.

Now I taste us both, my wetness covers your cock as I lick your shaft then suck you deep. It takes only a moment before you fill my mouth with ribbons of hot cum and I swallow every drop greedily.

I continue to suck hard, determined to milk every drop from your pulsing shaft, then I lick you clean before sitting back on my heels.

You lift me to my feet once more then lay me back on the bed, fitting your shoulders between my thighs and spreading them wide.

“I don’t know if I can,” I say breathlessly as your tongue licks across my overly sensitive clit.

“You can and will,” your passion roughed voice commands before your lips lock down on my clit and you begin to suck hard.

I whimper and buck my hips as an almost painful pleasure washes over me, you hold me down with one hand flat on my belly as your other hand finds my wet center two fingers sliding into me as a third snakes into my ass.

I begin to shake and shiver as the orgasm builds, pleasure so intense I feel almost light headed. “Please…please…I can’t!” I wail as the intensity builds to a frightening level.

“You can,” your growl around my clit catching it between your teeth and worrying it with your tongue as the fingers in my pussy rub against the one in my ass; both hitting some magical spot high inside me and hammering it from both sides.

I shatter into a million pieces, chanting your name like a prayer as I come apart in your arms. Then you’re cuddling me close, whispering what a good girl I am as you put me back together again.

I’m wrapped protectively in your embrace as if you’ll never let me go.  I sigh as I sink into your warmth, safe and anchored tightly to you. My dearest Dom…my lover…my friend…my everything.

A little dry humping and a spanking



Hey guys its a bonus story because after the Dry Hump video I had to do it! Happy reading! ~Mo

Reconnecting through Dry Hump Therapy

Gracie walked into the living room and studied her husband Earl, where he sat slumped on the couch watching TV with a beer in his  hand.


“Honey?” she asked softly.


Earl looked up at her then smiled, “Hey baby. What do you need?”


She fidgeted where she stood, this wasn’t going to be an easy sell, Earl was somewhat old fashioned.  “Well…I feel like we haven’t been connecting lately and…well I was wondering if you might want to come to therapy with me…please?”


“Therapy? You started going to therapy?” he asked incredulously. “Why didn’t you tell me?”


“I knew you didn’t put much stock in the more new agey therapies out there, but this one is great! I really want you to come in for a session, my therapist thinks it would be good for us.” She told him earnestly.


“I have no problem with traditional therapy though I wish you felt like you could still talk to me baby. I like to fix things for you when I can,” Earl said quietly. He studied his wife where she stood there looking absolutely precious while she fidgeted. There had been some issues connecting but he attributed it more to her thinking she no longer needed his correction more than anything else. He adored his wife but if ever a woman needed regular spanking, it was Gracie.


He’d allowed her little declaration of independence and watched as she got more and more unsettled as her behavior spiraled out of control. He wasn’t far from taking things in hand but he really wanted her to ask for a spanking.


“I know honey but love therapy is fantastic! It makes me feel so alive and energized, I think if you come and see it in action you will see how helpful it can be for both of us.” She said earnestly.


Earl knew he was going to grant her request, how could he do anything else when his baby asked so sweetly…then he took pause…love therapy? “Did you say love therapy?”


Gracie nodded eagerly, “Yes, he’s a love therapist! You’ll see it’s unbelievable.”


“All right baby, when is your next appointment?” he asked.


“Tomorrow at 10am!” she said excitedly.


“I can shift some appointments around and go with you,” Earl told her.


Gracie squealed in excitement and threw herself into his lap, “Thank you Daddy! This is just what we need! You’ll see!”

Earl hugged her tight, this was the first time in a coon’s age his babygirl had called him Daddy. He missed it so much, this therapy appointment was worth the hassle if it gave him his babygirl back.




The next day, as Gracie led him into the small apartment and introduced him to Gary, the Love Therapist. He shook the other man’s hand skeptically. The guy was average height, average looks and what he’d heard Gracie refer to as a metro-sexual. He wore a loose pair of shorts, a t-shirt and a pooka shell necklace. His was just a touch over long and disheveled and he was obviously shooting for a surfer dude vibe.


“Earl, I’m so glad Gracie convinced you to join us. I think you’d benefit from using some of the techniques I employ to reconnect to your wife. You can sit here while we are in session. Please remain as quiet as possible so you don’t disturb the room’s energy as I realign her chakras.”


Earl frowned and sat down in the indicated chair as he took in the room for the first time, a Budda statue with incense wafting around it in a curl of smoke, beads and crystals dangling from the windows in a curtain of glass but most importantly the blow up bed. What the hell did therapy have with a blow up bed?


Gracie kicked off her shoes and laid on her back in the center of the bed while Gary turned on his audio system and chanting music with an offbeat drummer filled the air. It was weird, this whole scene seemed weird.


She turned her head and looked at him, “This is awesome, I get all warm and tingly.”


Then Gary positioned himself on his knees over his wife and began stroking up and down her arms and legs in long, firm strokes. Earl straightened in his chair about ready to blow a gasket.


He rose from the chair when the dude spread his wife’s legs and began to dry hump her with the energy of his sister’s Chihuahua. Gracie threw her head back with a little cry of abandon, previously reserved for his eyes only. This man didn’t not have any business seeing his babygirl this way.


He pulled Gary off of Gracie midhump and threw him against the wall.


Gary groaned and Gracie sat up with a little cry of distress, “Earl what are you doing? We’re mid-session he hasn’t aligned my chakra yet!”


“I’m about to give your chakra all the alignment it needs young lady,” Earl said sitting down in the middle of the blow up bed and jerking his wife face down over his lap.


“Excuse me but we were still in session,” Gary protested as he tried to push himself up from the wall.


“You want me to reconnect with my wife? I’m about to show you and her both the most effective way of making sure we reconnect permanently.” Earl told The man as he jerked Gracie’s pants and panties completely off and set about lighting a fire in her ass that wouldn’t soon be extinguished.


“Owwww! Oh daddy I’m sorreeeee! Daddy please!” she cried as she writhed in place over his lap while he painted her bottom several different shades of red.

“Really sir this is quite unseemly,” Gary said attempting to get up from the floor once more.

Earl paused mid-spank to point at the idiot dry hump therapist. “You stay right there unless you want to try a little of Daddy therapy yourself.”

Gary sat back down watching the scene playing out in front of him with a type of horrfied fascination.

Earl titled Gracie a little further over his knee and began to apply the palm of his hand with vigor to her left sit-spot.

“Not there! Please not the same place…ooohooo…owwwww!” Her cries became panicked as his hard hand fell twenty times in the exact same spot before shifting to give the other side the same treatment.

Earl was intent on teaching his Gracie a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget. He didn’t stop until her bottom was an impressive shade of crimson and he knew she’d feel it every time she sat down for the next week.

He lifted Gracie from his lap and placed her next to him with her chest the the matress and her ass in the air knees spread wide.

Earl sank two fingers deep, growling in appreciation when his hand was immediately coated in her sweet honey.

“Tell Gary what happens to naughty girls Gracie,” her ordered.

She gave a long moan and looked up at him over her shoulder with passion glazed eyes. “They get fucked hard.”

“That’s right baby, they get fucked hard.” Earl said unfastening his pants and freeing his raging erection then driving into her quivering body hard.

They both cried out in pleasure at the joining, Earl anchored her in place with his hands on her hips and began slamming in and out of her at a ferocious pace.

Gracie could only mewl her pleasure as Earl pounded her from one orgasm straight into another until the pleasure had no end.

With each orgasm Gracie sank deeper and deeper into the blow up mattress almost insensate with pleasure.

Then one of Earl’s hands fisted in her hair as his other arm wrapped her chest pulling her up to rest against his chest.

He tilted her head back and kissed her hard before asking, “Am I ever going to hear about fake-fuck-therapy again?”

“Actually the technical term is Dry Hump Therapy,” Gary said from his position against the wall.

Two pairs of eyes glared at him as Earl and Gracie shouted in unison, “Shut-up!”

Then Earl raised a brow at his wife, “Gracie?”

“No sir, never again.” She promised.

“Good girl, one more orgasm and I’ll take you home.” He told her as he released her hair and stroked his hand down her neck, over her belly and came to rest over her smooth mound.

“I don’t know if I can, ” she whimpered.

“You can and will do anything  I ask. Won’t you baby?” He asked as he caught her tender clit between two fingers as he began to pound in and out of her once more.

“Yes sir,” she wailed as he sent her over the edge one final time and shot his hot seed deep inside her womb while she shuddered in his arms.

Earl pulled out of his wife’s body and tucked himself back into his pants before dressing his exhausted wife. He scooped her high in his arms and stood turning to face Gary. “And that young man is how you connect with your wife effectively. ”

Gary nodded.

“Fair warning, if I ever catch you and your fake-fuckery any where near Gracie again I’ll break you in half.” Earl said reasonably as he carried his precious burden out the door.

“Understood, ” Gary said quickly closing and locking the door after them.

Earl looked down at his wife snuggled against his chest like a well fed kitten, “Ready to go home baby?”

Gracie grinned, “Absolutely daddy.”

A hard spanking and punishment anal on free Friday


Happy Friday!!! Pizza night! Movies or Supernatural with the fam! Hope everyone has a fabulous night! Happy reading! ~Mo

Love, Trust, Discipline

She sat staring at nothing…it had been such a stressful week and Tom had told her he was too busy to deal with her crap. Crap…that’s how his words made her feel like crap, like she was a total freak.

It’s all well and good if someone wants to be tied up and spanked during sex but tell people  you need and crave real discipline and they flip out. Surprisingly sometimes even in the bdsm community where you’d think it would be accepted.

It had been really hard to explain to Tom how much she needed real discipline, but she loved him so she’d taken the risk.  He’d seemed receptive to the idea and had even spanked her to tears a few times but now with that one word he’d blown her world apart.

She felt like crawling into hole and dying. To have been so close to a relationship that met all of her needs and the needs of her partner then feel as if it had been snatched away.

Tears filled her eyes as she remembered a conversation with a friend years ago, “What do you mean you need rules and discipline? You mean you like to role play?”

“No I mean I do better with structure and rules that are enforced by a dominant,” she’d explained.

Her friend had suddenly looked at her like she’d grown an extra head, “Enforced how?”

“With a spanking or even orgasm denial on occasion,” she was eager to get someone to understand the needs at her core; to find someone that got it…got her.

“So basically you want to be abused and stepped all over in your everyday life.” Her friend said flatly looking at her with dead eyes.

“No that’s not what I mean at all…it’s…” she began only to be cut off as her friend stood.

“I can’t listen to anymore of this. You need counseling.” Then she’d walked away without a backward glance.

She was afraid it was going to be the same thing with Tom, only the pain involved would be much, much worse.

The sound of the door opening pulled her from her reverie. “Hey baby I’m home.”

She slumped deeper into the couch and turned her face into it, she couldn’t deal with this right now.

“Baby?” he walked into the living room and she could almost feel his gaze sliding over her. “I know you’re awake. Why didn’t you answer me?”

She shrugged her shoulders but still didn’t speak or look his way.

“Callie Anne, you will look at me when I’m speaking to you,” Tom’s voice deepened sounding firm and unyielding.

She turned slowly around to face him, lifting her tear stained cheeks to look at him. “You can’t do that.” Callie said softly.

Tom frowned, then crossed to the couch lifting her up and sitting her stiff form on his lap, “Do what baby? Why have you been crying?”

“Tell me my needs are crap and then come in and act like you’re in charge. You either are or you aren’t,” Callie said, folding her arms across her chest and continuing to hold herself stiffly in his lap.  Then she looked up at him with a frown, “You made me feel like a freak.”

He caught her chin in his hand, “I have never said your needs were crap. Now this morning I told you I didn’t have time for your crap and I probably could have phrased myself better but I was on my way out the door and you were about to have a tantrum.  I love you little girl and I am more than capable of meeting your needs and handling bad behavior but I needed you to reign it in this morning. You are no more a freak than I am…you need your bottom busted on occasion but I need to bust your bottom so it sounds like a match made in heaven to me.”

She relaxed into him, “Really? I’m so glad…I was so scared.” Callie flung her arms around him and sank into his big body, letting his strength seep into her bones.  “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

He hugged her tight. “Its okay baby, I should have been clearer and I shouldn’t have said I didn’t have time to deal your crap at all. I don’t have time to deal with a tantrum would have been better. Do you forgive me?”

“Of course,” Callie said all smiles now that everything was right with her world.

“Good. Now that we have that out of the way, we need to talk about the way you’ve been acting this week and for the record. I have plenty of time to deal with your crap and you right now.” His deep voice sent shivers down her spine and made her bottom clench reflexively.

“But I thought we were good,” she said in a whiney tone as she began to fiddle with the buttons on his shirt.

“We are always good baby, but your behavior has not been good this week.” Tom said firmly. “Do you honestly think you’ve been a good girl?”

Her chin quivered, “No sir.”

“Can you tell me why?” He asked.

“I don’t know…I just got really stressed and I needed…well…I just…” Callie stopped lamely, chewing on her bottom lip.

“You needed a spanking?”

“Yes sir,” she said on a quivery sigh.

“Why didn’t you just ask for a spanking? You don’t have to get yourself in trouble, you could just say you need a stress relief spanking.” Tom said matter of factly.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly wishing she’d just told him what she needed rather than acting out.

“A little late to be sorry don’t you think? You’ve acted up all week when you knew I had a major presentation to prepare for the office,” he reminded her as he began to roll up his shirt sleeves.

“I didn’t mean to make your week harder I just…can I have a stress relief spanking?” she asked hopefully.

Tom actually laughed, “Good try but no cigar. You have earned yourself a humdinger of a punishment spanking…can you tell me what else happens to naughty little girls that act out?”

Callie gulped, “They get their asses punished inside out?”

“That’s right, tell me exactly what happens,” he instructed.

She blushed and felt herself getting wetter and wetter even as her bottom tingled in fear and anticipation. “They get their bare bottoms spanked hard and then they take it up the ass harder.”

“Good girl,” Tom said lifting her from his knee and pulling her pants and panties all the way off before tilting her over his lap. He wasted no time; the talking part of the conversation was apparently over as his hand came down hard and fast wringing soft yelps from between her lips.

“Ooooh…owww…not so hard…owwiee!” Callie whimpered as his hand continued to fall even harder without mercy, covering every inch of her bottom over and over again until she was sure it was the color of a ripe tomato.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked.

“Yes sir! I swear I’ll be good!” she cried fervently only to cry out in dismay when he tipped her over even further and began to apply his hand to her left sit-spot with vigor. “Ohhh…please not the same place again…owww…not there…not there…ohhh!”

His hand fell in the exact same place at least twenty times before moving to the right side and giving it the same treatment. By the time he was through Callie was hanging limply over his lap sobbing.  He lifted her to stand between his legs cupping a sore bottom cheek in each hand.

“Look at me Callie Girl,” Tom said sternly.

“Yes Sir,” she said with a little choked sob.

“Are you going to be a good girl and ask me for what you need next time?” He asked.

“Yes sir…I promise I will,” Callie said earnestly.

He nodded and set her a little away from him, “What do you need to do now?”

She took a deep breath then walked to the side of the couch bending over yhe arm and reaching back to catch a cheek in each hand and spreading her ass wide open for him, “Please take my ass hard with your cock to help me to remember to be a good girl.”

Tom wasted no time and she felt the smooth broad head of his cock pressing against her shy hole almost before the words left her lips.  “Tell me again what happens to naughty girls.”

“They get it up the ass hard,” she whispered, groaning as she felt the burning stretch in her tender muscles as his thick cock began to sink inside her ass.  Pain and pleasure intermingled as he filled her slowly until finally he told her she could let go of her bottom and she felt his balls resting against the still hot flesh of her ass.

He was in so deep, her ass felt filled to capacity.

“Are you ready baby?” he asked, flexing his cock inside her and making them both groan.

“Yes sir. Please fuck my ass hard,” Callie asked breathlessly.

“Good girl asking for your punishment,” Tom said as he withdrew almost all the way then slammed back in hard. Again and again he hammered in and out of her tight ass.

Callie groaned, at first it was mostly painful but then it changed and she found herself pressing back to meet each thrust and begging for more. “Please…harder…yes…oooohooo…please!”

“Are you going to cum on my cock like a good girl? Are you gonna sqeeze you little ass down hard on Daddy’s cock?” he asked.

“Yes sir!” she cried as he hand snaked underneath her so he could tweak her clit as he pounded in and out of her. Suddenly Callie felt a chill start at the base of her spine and roll all the way up to her hairline. All she could do was wail in pleasure as it built and built inside her until suddenly everything exploded in an anal orgasm so intense her eyes almost rolled back in her head.

She shook with the intensity of the pleasure washing through her body, unable to even cry out in pleasure she was so overwhelmed. She heard Tom call out her name as he collapsed over her as he came making her shiver with pleasure as she felt the splash of his hot cum deep inside her ass.

Callie sighed, loving the feel of him on top of her, his cock still deep in her ass…she felt safe…complete…owned…loved.

Not like a freak at all.

Delia Grace is visiting with a panty melting excerpt from Beautifying Bernadette!


Bernie Douglas has spent her entire life feeling inferior. She has never been the perfect weight, had the perfect IQ, or caught the perfect guy. She has always been surrounded by beautiful people, high achievers and success, but she herself has decided she is destined to settle for her own mediocrity. So the day she is pulled over as she tries to multitask while driving, she isn’t truly shocked. However, the moment she meets the eyes of the policeman standing outside her car window, her entire life is turned upside down.

Bernie knows that Officer Levi Jackson is everything she is not; handsome, successful, and has the Midas touch. Everything he touches seems to flourish, and yet Bernie cannot accept that he truly wants her. No matter how she fights against his hold, she finds herself falling more and more in love with his overwhelming dominance and tender care.

Levi comes from a tight-knit family, his parents and siblings giving not only encouragement and support to one another, but helping those who come to their camp to learn that they are not worthless, that they all can fulfill their dreams. After a routine traffic stop, unable to stop thinking about the feisty, curvy woman behind the wheel, he learns that she wasn’t quite as honest with him as she’d promised. Despite her bravado, he sees a woman who is uncertain, not only about her physical appearance but about her very worth. He wants nothing more than to hold her close and teach her that she is exactly what he has been searching for his entire life… even if he has to hold her over his knees and redden her rear until she knows how very much she is loved.

Will his patient encouragement and consistent discipline be exactly what Bernie needs to get out of her rut? Or is she truly too broken to be of any use to anyone?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual scenes. It also deals with the desire to self-harm in the form of cutting. If any of these themes offend you, please do not purchase.

He performed the same loving assault on her back, every space feeling the loss of his lips and a slight chill when he moved on to the next. He smiled as he brushed her ass with his lips, happy to feel the heat still in them, a few slight marks from the spatula the day before. He made sure to kiss each of the marks several times and was rewarded with heavy sighs and moans of happiness from his maiden. He exhibited his own self control when he mildly nibbled the backs of her knees and he could see every part of her body straining to hold them still. He decided it would be mean to torture her. Today. But he would definitely be making use of that information, and filed it away for a later date. Kissing the soles of her feet once more her gently flipped her back.
Bernie was fluctuating between every nerve ending in her body screaming for release and feeling like a completely liquid pile of goo. She couldn’t even think anymore, just receive. She had never felt so wanted and desired. She did not know it was possible to be this cherished by another human being. Her eyes widened and she gave a sharp intake of air as he finally, finally, lowered his mouth onto her breast.
“OH GOD!” Her body rolled into an intense orgasm with a nip of his teeth on her nipple. She had never experienced an orgasm outside of clitorial stimulation and didn’t even know it was possible, but as it rolled through her she screamed in ecstasy, no time to ponder or second guess her body just took control.
As the intensity died down she looked into his eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry. I don’t think I was supposed to do that yet. But. . . Wow.”
Levi kissed her deeply on the lips and looked right back at her eyes. “That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, Miss Douglas and I wouldn’t have changed a thing.”
Giving a devilish smile he sat back up. “But, I am not done yet.”
Wooo! Fanning myself…that was smoking! I’ve got to read immediately…just click the link to grab your copy today. You know you want to! Happy reading! ~Mo