The erotic thriller I wrote with Jack Crosby is finally out and available for your reading pleasure!! I’m very excited to share In His Custody with you! Happy reading! ~Mo

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Blurb:

Though she has been spending more and more time indulging her fantasies on the internet, erotic romance novelist Mona Hyatt has never been over a dominant man’s knee for a spanking in real life, but everything changes the day she meets Leo Jackson.

Leo is an experienced FBI special agent, and when he uncovers evidence that a serial killer may be stalking Mona he does not hesitate to take the beautiful, feisty young woman into custody for her own protection. After an inspection of her computer reveals both her most intimate desires and the reckless way she has been seeking to fulfill them online, Leo decides that it is time for Mona to experience the hard, thorough bare-bottom spanking she has needed for so long.

Despite her blushing cheeks and burning backside, the punishment arouses Mona deeply, and when Leo brings her to a quivering climax over his lap she cannot help longing for more. Over the coming days he sets about teaching her the pleasure of surrendering her body to his mastery, and his skillful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But with the killer continuing to elude capture and the danger to Mona’s life growing by the day, will Leo be able to keep her safe?

Publisher’s Note: In His Custody includes spankings and sexual scenes as well as some potentially disturbing depictions of the crimes of a fictional serial killer. If such material would be likely to offend or upset you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt:

I stood there, shocked he’d put me in the corner to begin with but even more shocked I was standing there with my nose firmly against it. I was so wet I could feel it literally dripping down my thighs. What was it about this man?

A hand crept back to touch the place on my left butt cheek where I could practically feel his handprint throbbing. That one swat was more intense than any cyber spanking I’d ever given myself. How would a full-blown spanking from Leo feel?

I blushed, embarrassed to be thinking about it when he was undoubtedly reading all my interactions with the men I met on Facebook and thinking I was a dirty little cyber slut. It was mortifying, embarrassing beyond belief. It was one thing to write dirty stories and have cybersex with online doms; I’d certainly never believed anyone would read my logs. Much less a dominant man I was finding increasingly attractive despite my misgivings.

How long had I been standing here now? I’d lost complete track of time in my musings.

“My, my, my… someone has been a very naughty girl indeed,” a dark voice spoke from almost immediately behind me.

I jumped; I hadn’t heard him approach. I felt a flush filling my face at his words.

Then he moved in closer and I felt his breath on the back of my neck as one hand came to rest directly on the spot throbbing from that one swat earlier. I couldn’t suppress my shudder.

“I think you need a good spanking, don’t you, young lady?” he asked against my ear.

I closed my eyes as another gush of wet heat filled my panties, my heart rate increased, and I found myself leaning back on him, relishing the contact of his hard body against my softer one. “Yes, Sir.”

Though I knew this was madness—I barely knew this man—he could give me a real spanking and the man flipped my ‘man switch’ in a big way. No way was I missing this opportunity.

Leo turned me to face him, a firm finger beneath my chin lifting my eyes to his. “Do you understand what is about to happen if you submit to me?”

I felt my face heat even further but I pushed the words out in a rush of air. “You’re going to spank me.”

“How do naughty girls get spanked, Mona?” Leo asked as he pushed the hair out of my face to tuck it gently behind my ear.

I gave a shivery sigh as I answered in a breathless voice I barely recognized as my own, “On their bare bottoms.”

He smiled down at me. “That’s right, they get spanked on their bare bottoms.” Then he led me to the couch and sat down in the middle of it before lifting my skirt and pulling me down over his lap.

I moaned softly as his hands rubbed over the outside of my panties before tugging them down as I lifted my hips obligingly. Then he tsked at me, “You are a naughty one; your panties are soaking wet.”

I buried my face in the couch cushions, mortified by his observation and wondering what he thought about my rather large jiggly butt. Then I jerked with a gasp as the first hard swat fell. Leo wasn’t pulling any punches as he delivered slap after slap to my quivering bottom. “Do you have any idea how dangerous the games you’ve been playing are?”

“I didn’t know! Ouuuch! I’m sorry I didn’t know there was a serial killer stalking Facebook!” I tried to defend myself as the stinging heat in my backside grew more and more uncomfortable. “Oooowww! Owww! I’m sorrreee!”

I wriggled my bottom in a desperate attempt to evade his punishing palm; this was far different from the spankings I’d given myself. I had been totally deluded to think they’d been anything close to the real deal.

“You don’t know who any of these men are, any one of them could be dangerous,” Leo said sternly as he increased the speed and strength in each swat now concentrating on my sit spots as I helplessly tried to rock my hips away from his hard hand.

“I’m sorrreeee! Owwww! Please, not in the same place! Nooo! Not there again, ooooowww! Leo, it hurts!” I cried, somewhat embarrassed to be wimping out but there it was.

“I intended for it to hurt. Didn’t I tell you naughty girls end up with very sore backsides?” he asked.

“Yes!” I wailed. “It’s sore, I promise!”

Leo stopped talking and just continued his assault on the tender under curve of my derriere until I was actually crying real tears and apologizing for being so foolish. I sobbed over his lap, not noticing immediately when the spanking stopped and he was just rubbing my throbbing ass.

“Shhhh… it’s okay, baby. I think you learned a valuable lesson, didn’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir! I promise I won’t do it again,” I promised fervently.

“No, you won’t,” he told me decisively.

I sighed in pleasure as he continued to rub my beleaguered bottom then gave a surprised squeak when his fingers slid down the cleft of my ass and into the wetness waiting between my thighs.

“Good girl,” he crooned. “Is this for me?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said breathlessly as two fingers slid deep inside my needy channel while his thumb began to rub my clit in a circular motion. The sensation of his fingers moving inside me combined with my hot sore bottom was exquisite. I knew I should protest his familiarity but he was giving me something I’d craved and never before been able to attain—true submission to a real dominant.

“You took your punishment so well I think you deserve a reward,” Leo said almost conspiratorially.

I gasped, rocking my hips back to meet the thrust of his fingers. “Ohhhooo… yes, please… I’ll be so good.”

He gave a deep chuckle as he worked my needy slit hard and fast. “Well, that remains to be seen but for now you get a reward.”

I felt the strongest climax I’d ever experienced building as he worked my hungry sheath and throbbing clit without mercy. The heat and soreness in my ass blended together with the pleasure until my back bowed and my body clamped down hard on his fingers as I cried out, “Yes! Leo!!!”

I shuddered helplessly over his thighs, my body milking his fingers as he continued to stroke my clit and thrust in and out as if to wring every ounce of pleasure possible from me.

Leo held me in place a moment after withdrawing his fingers from my body, softly petting my sore bottom as I came down from the orgasm. “Good girl.”

Everything inside me melted at his words, the huskiness in his voice combined with the very stiff erection against my hips letting me know he was not unaffected by what we’d just shared.

When Leo lifted me to my feet in front of him and smoothed my dress down over my hot ass, I looked at him in confusion.

“I think one lesson will do for tonight,” he told me as he got to his feet to give me a hug and kissed my forehead. “Goodnight, Mona.”

I blinked up at him. “But…”

“You are not in control, young lady. Goodnight,” he said firmly, jerking his head toward my bedroom.

“Yes, Sir,” I said softly, shocked at my compliance and I found myself hurrying to my cold lonely bed, where I cried myself to sleep. I was confused by the scary feelings Leo had stirred in my breast. He was here to find a serial killer… to protect me… not involve himself in my life in more than a transient way. I needed to remember that or I’d end up gutted.

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This week I asked Facebook friends what my story should entail. My assignment was a story that included: a panda, a fidget spinner, pudding, lots of leather, lace, a ghost, camping, Smores, bondage and of course spanking. I hope you enjoy my slightly off beat offering.  Happy reading! ~Mo

The Panda and the Fidget Spinner

Rylie stood fidgeting in her leather bustier and g-string waiting for her Dom to collect her from the dressing area. With an impatient sigh she began spinning her glittery purple fidget spinner on her index finger.

It was pretty and she liked it okay but it wasn’t all that entertaining in the grand scheme of things.  Brad said if it kept her hands busy it kept her out of trouble when she was waiting so she should have it on her at all times.

Something fuzzy caught in her peripheral vision and she turned her head to see a rather large furby in a panda suit coming from the men’s dressing room. Rylie straightened, dropping her spinner mid spin, eyes wide to watch his approach.

He had on a panda head with the big eyes that in costumes always reminded her of fly eye with their multifaceted surface. It was kind of creepy. His chest was covered in white fur with the rest of his torso in black; it was the rest of his costume that gave her pause.

The legs  looked like furry chaps, strapped on so his hugely engorged cock stood out from all the black and white fur like a red and purple torpedo. A tight cock ring and black leather ball cage ensuring he stayed that way.

The panda passed her without comment and treated her to the sight of a very nice ass as he walked away. Curiosity filled her and she found herself following the tight assed panda into the dungeon.

Rylie had never seen a scene with a furry, much less a panda. She wondered what it would entail. She was so involved with the images dancing through her active mind she totally forgot she was supposed to be waiting for Brad at the entrance of the dressing area.

Would the Panda’s mistress or master also be in Pandaware?  Would he get that deliciously tight ass spanked? Rylie wasn’t a Domme by any stretch of the imagination but she would still appreciate the sight of color blooming in that magnificent bootie.

Then she wondered idly what would happen to the impressive cock stand he was sporting and if the cock ring and ball cage hurt as she watched the Panda standing docilely by a tiny leather clad woman carrying a leather crop.

The small Domme pointed to a tall spanking bench with some extra fasteners attached, the panda bent obediently over the end of the bench with his knees resting on the leg extensions. His mistress made short work of fastening his cock ring and ball cage directly to the bench and the Panda gave a soft his as his dangly bits were pulled taunt.

Rylie felt her face grow hot as the woman lightly lubed a large butt plug before slipping it into her submissive’s waiting ass. The plug had a big ball of white fluff on the end completing the Panda costume.

No one noticed or heard the gasp of the voyeuristic apparition floating high above, thoroughly enjoying spying on the people that now came to play in the home of her birth.

The ghost smiled down at the young girl watching the panda and woman with such wide eyes and couldn’t resist running a spectral finger down the girl’s spine.

Rylie shivered with a sudden chill, gooseflesh rising on her arms as she watched the pair, noting the way the Domme stroked her hand over his bare bottom and whispered reassuring words of praise. Was she about to spank him? Rylie found herself holding her breath as she waited for whatever happened next.

“Where are you supposed to be young lady?” the deep sharp tones spoken directly behind her made Rylie jump a foot.

She spun to face her angry Dom with her heart in her throat, “I…ummm…there was this panda and…”

“Is this where I told you to wait for me little girl?” Brad asked with a raised brow. Her heart began to beat faster as she took in his stern countenance. His impressive chest was bare, perfectly covered in a light matt of hair that narrowed into a delightful treasure trail and disappearing into his tight leather pants.

As usual she felt her eyes glaze over as she took in the perfection that was her Dom…her sir…”Rylie!” she jumped again and felt herself blush as she looked up at him.

“Huh?” she asked.

A little tic came to play in the side of his jaw that didn’t bode well for her bottom. “Is this where I told you to wait for me?”

Rylie gulped, “No sir.”

“Where are you supposed to be?” he asked.

“By the dressing area,” she said softly.

“Move,” he said succinctly as he pulled his thick leather belt from his pants, making her eyes widen once more and a flood of moisture fill her thong.  “Now Rylie.”

She spun and hurried towards the dressing room hearing a whistling sound just before his belt licked across her bare ass in a fiery stroke.

“Oohhh!”She cried as she moved faster hoping to reduce the number of licks by getting there fast.

It didn’t seem to matter how fast she moved he was faster landing the belt once for every two steps she took.

By the time they reached the spot she’d been standing BP (Before Panda) her bottom was already tight and blazing with heat.

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing to her sparkly purple toy.

“My fidget spinner,” Rylie told him as she bent to pick it up.

“Where is it supposed to be?” Brad asked.

She sighed, “In my hands spinning anytime I am waiting for you or supposed to be still.”

“Why is that a rule?” he asked.

“Because if I don’t have something to occupy me I get bored or distracted and get into trouble.” Rylie said with a slight pout.

“I think I need to help you remember why you keep your spinner with you. Follow me,” Brad commanded.

Rylie hurried to keep up with Brad, clutching her fidget spinner tightly in her hand. What was he going to do to her? How much trouble was she in?

Brad stopped in front of the very spanking bench the Panda had previously occupied. The Panda was now at his mistress’s feet with the bulky head of the costume at his side as he leaned against her and her fingers ran through his hair.

Rylie’s tummy flipped as she realized the pair she’d intended to watch would now be watching her.

“Strip,” Brad commanded.

She eyed the growing crowd of people who’d watched him whipping her as she returned to where she’d been supposed to wait for him and now intended to see what else was in store for her naughty bottom.

“I…” she began only to be stopped when he held up one hand.

“Either safe word or do as you were told,” he said in a tone that brooked no further argument.

“Yes sir,” Rylie said as pulled her tiny thong down her legs and then turned so Brad could unhook the leather bustier, all too soon she stood naked before him with her head bowed submissively.

“Bench,” Brad said and she climbed into place with her knees straddling the high bench her breasts hanging over each side and her bottom arched high. The bench was waist high so she was at a perfect height for almost anything he chose to do to her.

He walked to the front of the bench and lifted her face to his with a finger beneath her chin, “I want you to use your fidget spinner throughout your punishment. Do not drop it and keep it spinning.”

“Yes sir,” she replied hoping her horror at his instruction didn’t show on her face. This was going to be almost an impossible task. She looked nervously around as she spun the little spinner between her fingers while he tied her to the bench.

There was a camping role play going on in the next space, but instead of whatever camping games they’d intended to play they were sitting around the fake campfire watching her punishment unfold. One girl was grinning ear to ear as she stuck her spoon in a chocolate jello pudding cup her eyes meeting Rylie’s over the campfire.

She forgot about her audience when she felt the familiar press of a large butt plug, taking a deep breath she pressed back like Brad had taught her and it slipped in place fairly easily though it stretched her wide.  Once it was seated he patted it lightly and a strange burning tingle started deep inside her.

“Wh…what?” she asked looking over her shoulder in alarm.

“Ginger oil darling, remember your spinner.” He reminded her with a smile and the burning, itching feeling in her ass grew bringing new meaning to the word fidget.

Rylie tried desperately to focus on her fidget, spinning the little purple thing for all she was worth even as the first swat of the paddle fell.

Again and again the paddle fell until her ass was on fire inside out and Rylie was fairly certain the campers could roast marshmallows for Smores over her backside.  It was definitely radiating enough heat to do so.

Tears tracked down her cheeks and she continued to spin the fidget to the best of her ability though it was getting a more and more jerky with each paddle swat. Then Brad’s big hand was rubbing across the seared skin of her ass as he leaned down to speak directly into her ear.

“You took that like such a good girl Rylie, now I want to you cum for me and all these people. I want you to scream for me, scream loud enough to wake the dead…but mind you don’t drop your spinner.” He told her just as he sent two fingers deep inside her wet heat.

He began working the plug in and out of her ass as his fingers worked her quim, suddenly the intense burning discomfort from the ginger oil began to translate as pleasure and she found she wanted it hard.

“Please…please…please…”she cried tossing her head and doing her best to buck back against the plug and fingers. Her fingers were now clumsy as she tried to keep her fidget spinning though at this point it was lopsided and precariously balanced on her fingers as her pleasure grew.

“Do you need more baby?” Brad asked.

“Yes….harder….oooohoooo….please sir,” Rylie cried out tears leaking from her eyes for a totally different reason now.

Soon both his fingers and the plug were slamming in and out of her without mercy and Brad’s thumb moved to rub her clit in a circular motion and Rylie came with a loud keening wail and gush of moisture between her thighs. The spinner hanging motionless from her fingers.

“Good girl,” he told her as he sank to his knees and turned so he could suck her clit into his mouth as he continued to use his fingers hard. When he sucked her clit deep and hard while simultaneously rubbing some magic spot high inside her channel she gave him the shrill scream he’d asked her for exploding once more this time dropping the Fidget spinner.

She was still shaking in the aftermath when Brad released her bonds and lifted her in his arms. “You were such a good girl,” he told her as he carried her over to the aftercare area where he pulled a soft cotton and lace teddy over her head and wrapped her in a blanket.

He cuddled her close feeding her little bites of chocolate and giving her water as she came down from her high.

As Rylie’s heart rate finally slowed she cuddled into her Dom and kissed his chin. “You know you dropped your spinner, I might have to punish you.” Brad said softly as he kissed the top of her head.

She grinned up at him with sleepy eyes, “Meet you over there in a few.” Rylie said unafraid then promptly laid her head back on his chest and fell asleep.

Brad laughed delighted by his incorrigible girl.

 

 

Sweet Agony on free Friday

Friday again, the end to another work week…the beginning of a weekend that will seem far too short. Hope yours is lovely.  The erotic thriller I co-wrote with Jack Crosby releases next Friday! Stay tuned for details!

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Sweet Agony

She lay on her back spread wide open her thighs tied to the foot posts with her butt hanging over the edge of the bed.  A blind fold covered her eyes so she couldn’t watch and anticipate his actions.  She was completely open to him and anything he wanted to do to her, a delicious shiver of anticipation slid through her at the thought and she knew her folds were glistening with arousal.

Then she felt him standing between her thighs, and something stroked lightly over her vulva making her give a soft moan of delight that turned to a cry when it left only to return and deliver a sharp strike to the vulnerable area.

It was the small wooden spoon from the kitchen she realized as it began to slap all across the bare lips of her pussy leaving stinging fire in its wake. “Aaaahhhhh…ooohoo…ahhh.”

The slightly wet popping sounds stopped for a moment and she waited almost holding her breath for the next swat but instead gentle fingers slid over her stinging skin then parted her folds to delve into her wetness.  Fingers fluttered softly over her clit then teased the opening of her hungry channel. Soft whimpering moans of pleasure came from her as he teased her and then with a shock another hard swat landed making her yelp in surprise.

This time ten quick swats peppered her tender flesh making her legs automatically jerk against her bindings in an effort to pull them together, then those clever fingers opened her folds up again and she sighed with remembered pleasure only to cry out when instead of a teasing caress the spoon slapped down directly on her swollen clit.

“Oooowwww!” she cried when it snapped down on her tender bud four more times. Then his mouth closed over her to suck her little nub deep as two fingers sank into her wet heat.  “Ooohooo…yesss….ooohhh please…” she cried everything in her straining to press up to meet his mouth.

He worked her with his mouth until she was right on the edge of cumming, then the spoon slapped down again and again, somehow the pain morphing into a pleasure as he rhythmically spanked her swollen wet cleft, each swat driving her need higher and higher.

When three fingers slid deep inside her as the spoon struck down on her clit hard she shot over the edge and came with a scream, her inner walls clamping down hard on his thrusting fingers.

“Good girl,” he told her as he continued to drive his fingers in and out of her sore pussy in a pounding rhythm that felt so good it was almost painful in itself. “Again.”

Then his tongue was flickering over her abused clit as his fingers drove in and out of her without mercy.  He lifted his head and slapped her clit with two fingers. “Do you know what I’m going to do when you cum little girl?”

A shuddering moan escaped her, “No sir.”

“I’m going to fuck this naughty little pussy hard,” he told her as he slapped her clit again before sucking it back between his lips and worrying it with his teeth. She exploded again around his fingers her hips bucking helplessly against his face.

Again he held her open but this time the spoon landed on her wet opening, each swat sending white hot pain through her that was somehow wrapped in pleasure…the two entwining so sweetly she almost couldn’t differentiate between tge sensations wracking her body.

“Please…please…please,” she cried as she thrashed her head against the bed and then the broad head of his cock was being fit to her sore opening and he shoved in deep without preamble.

“Oooh yes!” The spanking had rendered her pussy sensitive beyond belief, magnifying the sweet agony of his possession to heights she’d never known.

“So tight,” he groaned as he slammed in hard to the hilt. She shivered and moaned as his thick cock stretched her wide giving her no time to adjust to his invasion before withdrawing and pounding inside again.

The feel of his cock impaling her as his pelvis slapped against her sore lips making her hungry for more.

“Do you like the feel of my cock filling up that tight little pussy?” he asked.

She groaned, partly embarrassed and partly delighted by his dirty words, “Yes…”

“Tell me what you like,” he commanded.

“I love the way your cock feels pounding in and out of my sore pussy. Make me feel you when I breath tomorrow,” she begged softly as he began to take her even harder, his fingers spreading her lips wide to expose her swollen clit once more.

The spoon fell down hard and fast on her clit as he took her without mercy giving her no quarter as she came with a scream spanking and fucking her through that orgasm and sending her staight into another until the pleasure  seemed unending.

He demanded everything she had and she gave it without hesitation. He took it all because her pleasure belonged to him.

He began to grind against her sore mound, the head of his cock rubbing a spot deep inside until she came one final time with a keening cry and he emptied inside her.

Still planted deep inside her quivering body, he freed her bonds and removed the blind fold before withdrawing. “Lick me clean,” he commanded.

She smiled up at him as she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth licking and sucking him clean with relish. She loved the soreness between her thighs and the way she still felt him every time she moved.

He sighed in pleasure as he ran his fingers through her hair, “Such a good girl.”