Jack Crosby and Jay Elise are getting wild in here!

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Blurb:

After her father’s gambling addiction finally catches up with him and his debts put her life in danger as well, Emy Forester is forced to go into hiding in Juneau, Alaska. Planning to start a new life, she finds a job at a local pub, and it is there that she first sets eyes on Tobias Wyatt.

Tobias is unlike any man Emy has ever met. The former game warden is as rugged, harsh, and uncompromising as the Alaskan wilderness he calls home. He is the kind of man a woman obeys unless she wants to feel his belt across her bare backside. The thought of belonging to Tobias should terrify her, but instead it leaves Emy’s heart racing and her panties soaked.

When Emy lets her curiosity get the better of her and flirts with Tobias one time too many, she ends up spanked until she is sobbing. Despite her blushing cheeks and sore bottom, however, his rough, dominant lovemaking proves more satisfying than she would have thought possible, and an intense, passionate romance quickly ignites between them.

Over the coming weeks, Tobias sets out to teach Emy the proper respect for the dangers of this wild, untamed land. But the men who killed her father haven’t stopped looking for her. When Tobias learns that Emy has been lying to him about her identity, will it destroy the bond they’ve built together, or will he forgive her deception and take it upon himself to protect her?

Publisher’s Note: Rules of the Wild includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

Excerpt:

Emy was below deck when I got back to the boat. She sat on the bed and didn’t make a peep when I entered, although her eyes went wide and skittish.

“Pants and panties around your ankles. Now.”

She got up and unbuttoned her jeans. The motion of her wiggling her hips out of her clothes was quite arousing. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the time or the place. I sat on the bed beside her, pulling her across my lap and trapping her legs beneath one of mine.

“You know why you’re about to be punished, don’t you?”

“I overstepped my place, didn’t I, sir?”

“Yep.” No sooner did I agree with her than did my hand laid into her ass. This wasn’t a casual love tap; this was a whack that signaled who was in control, always.

“And do you deserve to be disciplined?”

“Yes, sir,” Emy whimpered.

The second cuff caught the side of her tempting roundness. The skin tinged pink the moment the palm of my hand caught it. She lay there, still and not uttering a word, taking the punishment I was giving her. Emy was a tough girl for a lower forty-eighter. Even for an Alaskan, I realized. A third spank hit the exact same spot as the second, deepening the color. Not quite red, but for a start, it was getting my point across.

Her ass was propped up in the air, nestled against my stirring cock and turning me on more with each subsequent swat, but I stayed the course. The next three spanks produced a cracking noise that echoed through the empty hull just below us. After the third one, I stopped for a moment, hoping to impart a lesson.

“As captain of the ship, when we are on official business, my word is law. That goes whether we are on land or sea.”

“I know, sir,” she whispered contritely.

“Yet you broke the only rule that truly matters, my little mutineer. For that, you need to earn your place back on my ship.”

She gasped, just loud enough that I caught it, before pulling up from my lap and digging her hips into my thighs.

“And how do I do that?”

“The penalty for disobedience is five more licks to your ass,” I paused. “With my belt.”

Her body shuddered as I propped her up on her feet. With my eyes fixed on hers, I unhooked the old leather strap from around my waist, freeing it to its full length. To her credit, Emy leaned over the bed to accept her punishment, her red posterior dangling in front of me.

“A captain can only take the toughest of crew. If you can survive your five licks without a sound, you’ll be readmitted to Her Majesty. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered quietly, yet with some resolve.

With a hand on her lower back to still her and to guide my aim, I folded the belt in half and cracked it across both cheeks of her trembling ass. The force made her shift her weight forward into the mattress, yet not even a whimper crossed her lips. Christ, she was a strong one. The second and third blows produced the same result, parallel welts rising along her well-punished ass. With each wallop, my respect for Red grew. She was a true woman, feisty yet submissive to her man.

And I was her man.

I gave her a respite for a moment to gather herself, her breathing having grown more ragged with each stripe. “Two more licks and we’ll be done, Red.”

She gave me a short nod and the leather met her skin for a fourth time. By now, her ass was a deep red color, matching her hair and personality. I didn’t pause, going from the fourth blow right into the fifth. Her butt absorbed the strike and she let the mattress absorb the brunt of her weight, catching her breath and processing her discipline.

As soon as the tanning was over, I immediately placed the belt on the bed and cradled her. “You’re back on the crew, Emy. We’re good.”

She nestled into my arms and with the understanding it was finally okay to make a sound, tears leaked from her eyes. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” she apologized.

“No, never embarrassed,” I corrected her. “Just overstepped, that’s all.”

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He masters her body for this week’s free story

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Mastered

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 sneak peek at my current WIP, The Hunter’s Mate

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Remember this is a work in progress and not yet edited.

Reyna’s heart slammed against her breast as she hurried through the underbrush and dove into another of her little hidden caves to escape the big warrior hot on her heels. She tried to ignore the way her body had responded to his possessive words.
She was no man’s mate!
She had no need of a man or anyone, Reyna had done just fine on her own and would continue to do so. As she waited for him to pass by her little cave she rested her head on her arms and willed her heartbeat to slow down. Her stomach growled again and she wished she hadn’t dropped the rabbit.
Reyna was lying in the small enclosure thinking about the Rabbit when a large hand closed around her ankle and began pulling her backwards out of the cave.
“No!” she kicked at the hand around her ankle with her other foot as she was pulled unceremoniously from her hiding place until she was dangling upside down at least a foot from the ground.
“Put me down you asshole!” Reyna twisted her body to and fro and continued to kick out with her other foot in an effort to free herself.
“I think not,” the big warrior told her and then he swung her up as he released her leg. Reyna screamed as she found herself air born only the be caught and cradled in his strong arms as gravity pulled her down.
She gaped up into his handsome face for the space of a heartbeat then pulled her hand back and slugged him as hard as she could.
He gave a muttered curse but did not put her down and instead he marched determinedly towards a fallen log where he sat down and slung her face down over his lap. “You will cease to fight me mate.”
His command was accompanied by several hard slaps to the seat of her upturned bottom. The stinging heat left in the wake of his gigantic palm was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes but she managed to blink them back as outrage filled her. “Don’t you dare spank me!”
“I will dare a lot more than this mate should you continue to risk your safety by fighting me.” He told her as he continued to deliver swat after swat to the seat of her jeans.

A free story and two bonus excerpts!

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I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. Please enjoy today’s story and two excerpts from my recent releases, Heating Up the Holidays and Sweetly Sinful. Happy Reading! ~Mo
Savannah Gets Her Man

Savannah sighed as she watched Mike Munroe walk across the workout room. He was so very beautiful every woman in the vicinity stopped whatever they were doing to watch is progress.

She’d adored him since she was ten years old, but to him Savannah would always be his best friends little sister. She wasn’t even sure he was aware she’d reached adulthood several years before.

“Hey Savannah,” she blinked and turned away from Mike to look at the new yoga instructor. Jamie was cute in a boy next door kind of way but he didn’t really do anything for her.

“Hi Jamie,” Savannah said quietly. “How are you settling in with your classes?”

“Great. I was wondering if you’d like to get a bite to eat after work tonight.” Jamie asked with a winsome grin.

She started to say no but then shook her head, Mike was never going to see her as a potential mate and she needed to focus on the man that actually wanted to spend time with her. “Sure.”

“Awesome,” he said with a grin. “See you at the front door at eight?”

Savannah smiled, something inside her relaxing. This was a good decision. “Absolutely.”

She’d worked at Mike’s club since she graduated from High School while she took college classes to get her degree in marketing. When she graduated Mike had made her the Marketing Director over all three of his Fitness Clubs giving her the experience she needed to move forward in her field.

As she closed down her office that evening it occurred to Savannah that it was past time for her to move on, she’d stayed with Mike for years hoping against hope that he’d see her as more than his best friend’s little sister but he never would and she knew it.

“Headed home Savi?” Mike suddenly asked from right behind her.

Savannah jumped then turned to face him, “Hi Mike. No actually I have a date.”

He frowned, “A date.”

“Yes it usually begins with dinner and ends with a kiss or a little something more,” she said with a grin.

“I don’t think so young lady,” Mike said sternly.

Savannah blinked, “I beg your pardon?”
“You heard me,” he said with a glare.

“You do realize I’m twenty-six years old right? Hardly young lady material and well past the age of consent.” She said tartly.

Mike glowered.

Savannah glowered back.

“Absolutely not!” Mike said with a decisive nod.

She was outraged, “I didn’t ask your permission Michael Monroe!”

“You aren’t going,” then he turned away as if that was the end of the subject.

Savannah saw red, “Watch my dust buster brown! I will eat with, kiss and do whoever the hell I choose! In fact I may just do the entire Eastern Sea Board!” Then she turned and headed down the hallway to find Jamie. She might do him against the wall the minute she saw him.

She only got about three steps before Mike grabbed her from behind turned her around and tossed her over his shoulder.  Savannah gapped down at his broad, muscular back and slapped her hands against it hard.  “You put me down you big oaf!”

“Savannah. Oh…I…well I guess dinner is off,” Jamie said staring at the two of them with a wry smile.

“Damn skippy Junior!” Mike said.

“It is darn well not off!” Savannah shouted from her place over Mike’s shoulder.  In response Mike’s large hand slapped down on her up turned ass.

“Owww! You ass!” Four more well placed slaps made her yelp.

“Yeah…ummm…see you guys tomorrow,” Jamie said before he practically ran down the hall.

“Well I hope you’re happy!” she said crossing her arms as she hung over his back fuming.

Mike turned and began to stride down the hall with purposeful steps, “I can guarantee my happiness in about two minutes.”

Savannah frowned at his back as he carried her towards his office, “What happens in two minutes?”

“In approximately two minutes I will have you bare assed and over my lap,” he said succinctly.

“I beg your pardon?” her shrill voice echoed down the empty hallway as Mike carted her into his office and shut the door before setting her to stand in front of him where she placed her hands on her hips and glared up at him.

“You heard me Tinkerbelle,” Mike said catching her by the hand and pulling her behind him.

Mike hadn’t called her Tinkerbelle in years, once upon a time it had warmed her heart and given her hope when he used the special name he had just for her.  Now it just pissed her off, how dare he pull this shit just when she’d given up on him! “Don’t you dare call me that!”

He didn’t answer as he sat down jerked her skirt up to her waist and pulled her panties to her knees before tossing her struggling form over his lap. “Wait! You can’t do this!”

“Hide and watch little girl!” Mike said as his broad palm slapped down several times in a row on her wriggling bottom.

“Oowwww! Mike! Mike stop!” she yelped as his hand continued to bounce on her bottom like he was playing a new form of bongo.

“I will stop when I am finished and not a second before Tinkerbelle. You are my woman and you will not date other men.” He punctuated his words with several particularly hard swats to the crease where her bottom met her thighs making her wail. “Are we understood?”

Ten more swats landed directly on top of the last zingers he’d landed and tears sprang to her eyes even as joy filled her heart. “Crystal sir.”

Mike flipped her up to sit on his knee and then kissed her hard.  Savannah wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to welcome his invading tongue, rubbing hers along it lovingly as he laid claim to her.  She was breathless when he released her from the drugging kiss and leaned against him with a sigh. “I love you Mike.”

“Damn skippy you do,” he said before kissing her again.

The next time they came up for air Savi crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back to look up at him with raised brow.  “Is there something you’d like to say to me?”

Mike grinned and kissed the tip of her nose, “I love you too Tinkerbelle.”

She smiled up at him with her heart in her eyes, “And don’t you forget it.”

Excerpt from Sweetly Sinful
To Kate’s dismay, the swats fell repeatedly in the exact same spot until tears sprang to her eyes. “Please…I promise I won’t call you names.”
“Good. Now, about the lie you told,” Zaryn replied.
“Lie?” Her mouth went completely dry.
“You said you weren’t aroused by the thought of my discipline. In punishment, I think I will show us both just how big an untruth it was.” Before she could protest, two fingers slipped between her thighs and sank deep inside her wet heat.
The small protest she’d intended to voice turned into a low moan of pleasure.
“Do you still deny your arousal?” His fingers pumped in and out in a delicious rhythm.
“Noo…please…please, Zaryn…” She panted, her body nearing another orgasm.
“What do you need, bilya?”
“I need to come…please,” she begged.
“Very well,” he murmured, driving his fingers while his thumb swept out to include her swollen clit, stroking it determinedly.
Everything in her tightened at once and then she came, convulsing over his lap with a little scream of pleasure. He had her flipped to her back on the hood of the car before the orgasm was completely over.
He spread her legs wide, cupped her hot, sore bottom in his hands, and buried his face between her thighs, lapping at her clit and gorging himself on the sweet cream of her arousal. “You taste better than the sweetest fruit on Gartian.”
Kate had no idea what he was talking about, but she didn’t really care. She fisted her hands in his thick blue hair and pulled him down into her. His tongue did things she’d never imagined, high inside her sensitive channel, his lips seeming to suck at the same time.
“Ooh…aahhhhooooo!” she cried out, again shuddering helplessly he continued to lick and suck, driving her from one peak to another without respite.
Zaryn lifted his head from her sweet little slit and studied her a moment. Then, with a soft smile playing on his glistening lips, he asked, “Now, are you ready to accept me as your mate, Kate? My bilya?”
She licked her lips and considered a lifetime of mind-blowing pleasure and the landscapes she could paint in space. “Yes, Zaryn. I accept you.”
With one hand, he reached down and freed himself. Like the rest of him, his erection was immense. Kate smiled at the sight of the large thick shaft. She should be concerned, but all she could think was how badly she wanted that monster inside her.
Zaryn watched her face, stroking the broad head along her swollen lips and dipped between to rub against her clit. Her head fell back as she shifted her hips, desperate to get him inside her.
“Do you want this, bilya?” He pressed the head against her opening, teasing her.
“Yes! Fuck me now, you big purple jerk!”
Excerpt from Heating Up the Holidays
When she rolled her eyes at him, he rose quickly from his chair and tossed her over his shoulder to stride back to the bedroom.
“Lucas! Put me down!” Mari yelled, then gasped in outrage to find herself back on her feet and her dressing gown torn from her body to leave her standing naked before him.
“I’m going to give you a taste of what happens to my wife when she misbehaves,” Lucas told her as he jerked her face down over his lap. When his hand slapped down over her bare bottom, Mari realized her pantaloons had provided far more protection than she’d realized.
Lucas brought his hand down again and again on her quivering backside and soon she was rocking her hips back and forth to escape the awesome sting his hard hand was leaving behind. “Please, Lucas! I’m sorry!” she cried as his palm continued to fall and tears stung her eyes.
“You will not stomp your foot at me or roll your eyes, young lady,” he told her, a swat punctuating each word.
“Yes, sir!” she cried, hanging limply over his knee.
Then she jerked with a gasp as a finger slid between her thighs and found the slick arousal waiting there for him. Lucas stroked one finger into her wet heat and pumped it a few times before coming back with a second.
Mari moaned loudly and spread her legs further apart, shuddering when his thumb played across her swollen little pearl as he worked his fingers in and out of her sheath. Everything inside her tightened down and she knew she was about to explode in pleasure when he suddenly pulled his fingers away to deliver ten more sharp swats to her already sore bottom.
“Ooohooo!” Mari cried and was surprised to find herself lifting to meet his hand. This time the spanking was more than pain and she found she wanted to feel his hand landing on her bottom. Each spank seemed to drive her pleasure closer to the surface.
Then he sank two fingers deep inside her once more but pulled out before she could reach her peak.
“Nooo!” Mari wailed in frustration.
“Naughty girls don’t get to come,” Lucas told her resolutely. Then he shifted her on his lap so her legs were spread even further apart and she whimpered when he parted the cheeks of her bottom.
“Lucas?” she asked nervously.
Then he pressed a finger slick with her body’s arousal against the shy bud of her asshole. “Naughty girls get sore bottoms inside and out,” he told her as he began to press against her little hole firmly until it slipped inside.
“Owwwww… ooohhhooo…” Mari cried as his finger pressed deep and stretched her tender muscles. It burned as her muscles stretched against the intrusion and it was horribly embarrassing but it also made her grow even wetter as his determined finger began to work in and out of her tight little bottom-hole.

Need something hot to read this Christmas?

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I thought I’d share a spicy little snipper from our Christmas anthology, Heating Up the Holidays. This is a scene from Marigoldand the Sheriff.

Lucas had been shocked to silence at the sight of his lady love’s bright red bottom humping up and down over her hand as she worked herself toward release.
A mix of outrage and arousal filled him as he walked into the room. He grabbed a chair and used it to block the door closed.
Mari was still sitting on her knees staring at him wide-eyed as he stalked to the bed and caught her up against him. Her little feet kicked in the air as he carried her to the wall and pressed her back to it. “Lift your gown back to your waist,” he commanded in a rough voice.
“I… ummm… it wouldn’t be seemly,” she said in a whisper.
Lucas leaned in, growling against her ear, “We lost seemly behavior the minute I walked in and caught you touching what belongs to me, little girl.”
Her big purple eyes stared into his and a shudder ran through her body; with a soft sigh of surrender, she lifted her gown while he kept firm hands on her waist.
“Good girl,” Lucas told her as he caught her under her left thigh then her right and lifted her legs until her knees were against her chest and spread her wide. “It was very naughty for you to play with yourself, darlin’, and I’m going to have to punish you.”
Mari’s mouth opened in an ‘O’ of surprise when he fitted himself between her spread thighs as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips; the hardness in his jeans pressed against the little nub she’d been rubbing and the pleasure was intense and immediate. “This sweet little puss of yours belongs to me, baby, and only I get to touch it and make it purr,” he told her as he began to move his hips in a slow rotation against her wet core.
The friction of the rough denim against her already sensitive mound made her climax almost immediately. “Lucas!” she cried out as his mouth covered her in a devouring kiss.
He continued to move his hips against her, driving her toward another peak, loving the way her purple eyes darkened in surprised pleasure. “If I ever catch you stealing another orgasm from me again, I’ll spank your pretty little puss till you howl. Am I understood?”
“Ooohooo… I… oooohhooo,” Mari panted as she neared another orgasm.
Lucas slammed his hips against her hard and was gratified to feel her spasm against him as she came. “Am I understood?”

Sweetly Sinful a new release from MaddieTaylor, MeredithO’Reilly and MorgannaWilliams

I thought I’d post a few excerpts from my new release Sweetly Sinful. Brought to you by Maddie Taylor, Meredith O’Reilly and Morganna Williams.

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Once again, Zaryn frowned, his smooth brows knitting together in obvious displeasure. “This habit you have of calling me names you don’t mean must stop. If not, I will have to discipline you.”
She tried to ignore both the rush of wet heat his words caused and his threat. Instead, she asked, “What is bilya?”
“It means mate of my heart.” He smiled. “You like the idea of me giving you discipline.”
“I do not!” Kate replied emphatically, struggling anew to free herself. How embarrassing. Not only did the guy know how to make her clit jump on command, he was figuring out her most private fantasies.
“Lying is also unacceptable.” Zaryn’s purple brows furrowed once more. “I didn’t want to begin with discipline, but it seems it is necessary to do so before we can continue.”
“What?” she cried in alarm when he caught her about the waist to pull her off him. Perversely, she clung to him, though she’d just been fighting to get down. Kate wasn’t sure she wanted to know what happened once he no longer held her.
Easily disentangling her arms and legs from his body, Zaryn sat on the hood of her car and placed her facedown over his right knee.
“Hey!” Kate found herself dangling precariously over the front bumper of her car. Then she felt the tug as he pulled her jeans and panties down. “Wait!” She alternated between trying to keep up her rapidly descending pants and putting her hands out, holding onto the grill, and the headlight—anything, to keep from falling.
Despite her struggles, in very little time Kate found herself bare-assed with a large purple palm restingacross the breadth of her upturned cheeks. “Now, bilya, why are you about to be spanked?”
She looked over her shoulder with an unrepentant glare. “Because you’re an asshole?”
He returned it full force but went a step further, lifting his hand and bringing it down with a snap.
Stinging heat immediately bloomed in its wake. “Ouch! Fine. I called you names.”
“That will do to begin with.” Zaryn’s hand rose and fell in a rapid rhythm, leaving her gasping and heat building.
The stinging pain grew, making her kick her feet and yelp. The heat radiated to other areas, until her clit throbbed in time to his swats, and she felt proof of her arousal leaking down her thighs.-Fifty Shades of Purple from Sweetly Sinful

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She shivered as she approached him, her inner thighs rubbing against her swollen, needy sex with each step. Once she reached his side, Hector wasted no time pulling her down over his knee, and she felt Duncan kneel behind her and spread her bottom cheeks wide.
“No!” Alyiah cried in protest as the ice phallus pressed against her tender hole.
“Yes,” Hector said firmly. “Naughty little mates get their bottoms punished inside out and their sweet little cunnies spanked.”
She moaned as the chilly plug slid in and out of her tight little hole until, with one final thrust, it was seated deeply inside her and Hector’s hard hand began to fall on her upturned ass.
Each swat left a fire in its wake and jolted the intruder in her ass, mingling pleasure and pain until she couldn’t tell them apart. Soon, she was arching her bottom to meet each swat and mewling with entreaty, though she didn’t know whether she was begging Hector to stop or asking for more.-Possessed by the Dragons from Sweetly Sinful

What do Uber, a tractor and a stern executive have in common? Find out in today’s free story.

 

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Uber Love

“Crapper-dapper!” Jenny Hayes cursed when she got outside and saw the flat tire on her car. She’d just agreed to an Uber Ride for Joshua Green. He was an ultra hot executive that enjoyed living outside the city.

She’d driven him to the small airfield in town several times over the last few months and now he always asked if she was available when he logged into Uber.  Jenny knew she didn’t have a chance with the man romantically but at least she could dream and drive her crush around.

Well she could if she didn’t have a stupid flat on her stupid car.

Jenny stood on the gravel driveway of her parent’s farmhouse and considered her options. She couldn’t use either of their cars because they were both gone and her grandfather’s ancient Chevy truck had given up the ghost last week.

With a dramatic sigh Jenny walked towards the pasture and that’s when she saw the tractor. Her father’s John Deere Combine, it was a really nice tractor complete with air conditioner.  Carefully weighing the pros and cons of using the expensive piece of farm equipment as an Uber ride Jenny took a deep breath and grabbed the keys from her father’s work bench.

Her father was likely to kill her but Joshua Green was worth the risk.

With a grin Jenny climbed up into the tall cab of the Combine and started the motor, it would actually be kind of cozy sitting having Joshua share the bench seat with her.

A heavy grinding sound filled the air as she worked the gears, Jenny frown and then put it in highway mode again. This time the gear slide easily in place and she reminded herself to pay more attention when she shifted.

As she bounced down the road towards Joshua’s country home, Jenny frowned she’d forgotten what a rough ride the tractor gave. When she’d ridden shotgun with her father as a kid Jenny had seen it as a big adventure getting on the road in the big combine then as a resentful teen forced to work in the fields she’d entertained herself as she sowed or harvested Milo.

Now as a twenty-three year old woman, Jenny was used to driving her car and felt every pitch and bump of the tractor keenly.  Plus it was a lot slower than driving a car, so it took her thirty minutes to make the regularly fifteen minute drive to Joshua’s house.

As she pulled the lumbering vehicle up in front of her fare Jenny couldn’t resist sounding the horn as the sound of the General Lee from the Duke’s of Hazard rang out loudly. Her Uncle Dan had installed the horn in the tractor as a joke several years ago.

Joshua Green stepped out on the front porch with his mouth hanging open as he looked at the tractor when he spotted her sitting in the driver’s seat he blinked in obvious disbelief. “Jenny?”

“Your ever versatile and accommodating Uber Driver at your service Sir!” she grinned impishly at him from her lofty position in the cab as she swung open the door for him to climb aboard.

“So I see. Where is your car?” he didn’t climb into the cab merely stood looking at her with crossed arms and a raised brow.

Jenny felt her face flush, “I had a flat but I didn’t want to miss your ride.”

With a shake of his head Jeremy climbed up into the cab of the tractor. “Did your father give you permission to borrow his tractor?”

She immediately studied the steering wheel. “Not exactly, but I’ve plowed the fields with it many times and know how to drive it.”

A long finger lifted her chin, “Knowing how to use it in the fields and driving it down the highway to the executive airport are two different things.”

Jenny scowled up Joshua, wondering for a moment why she found this man so attractive. “It’s not like it’s a long drive into a major airport. For goodness sakes they just renamed it from Chico County Airfield when you and a few other business men started using it.”

“Petulance doesn’t become you young lady.”  He told her sternly as he leaned forward and turned the key to off stopping the machine’s powerful motor.

“What are you doing?” A nervous note crept into Jenny’s voice as Joshua climbed down and held a hand up to help her out of the tractor.  “If you don’t want a ride I should really be getting back to…”

“Climb down out of that tractor right now,” the steel in his tone sent shivers down her spine as she climbed down out of the cab. Joshua caught her firmly by the arm and began to lead her down the path around the side of his restored farmhouse. When they got to the back of the house and she spotted an equally well restored woodshed Jenny stopped in her tracks. Joshua continued to pull her towards the woodshed while she did her best to dig her feet into the ground and stop all forward motion.

“No! Wait…I don’t really want to go in there!” her protests ended on a squeak when he simply tossed her over one broad shoulder and carried her inside.

She stared wide eyed as he set her on her feet then took off his sport coat before rolling up his shirtsleeves. His eyes held hers the whole time and her tummy flipped in response.

“I appreciate that you want to take me to the airport, I think you want to see me as badly as I want to see you but it is not okay for you to take a $200 thousand dollar piece of farm equipment to do so. I’m fairly certain Uber would also frown on the idea of transporting people in tractors.”

“You want to see me?” Hope leapt in Jenny’s heart; maybe her crush wasn’t so ridiculous after all.

“I plan to see a lot of you Jenny though I think I won’t be using your Uber services again.” Tears sprang to her eyes at his words. “Instead I think I’ll just pick you up for our dates and we’ll forget all about Uber.”

“Dates?” she stammered.

“Yes.  However, first we have some business to take care of,” Joshua told her as he sat down on a wide bench. “I want you to pull your jeans and panties down and lie across my lap.”

She felt her mouth drop open even as a pool of moisture sprang to life between her thighs in response.  “I can’t do that.”

“You can and you will. Every minute you delay gets you five with the strap on top of what you already have coming.” He murmured.

“Strap! Five?” Jenny suddenly felt terribly inarticulate.

“That’s five are we going for ten?” Joshua asked calmly as he quirked his brow inquiringly.

Jenny unbuttoned her jeans in record time catching both them and her panties in her grasp and pulling them to her knees before throwing herself over his lap.

“You did that quite gracefully,” he said a warm hand coming to rest on her upturned bottom.

She cleared her throat, “This isn’t exactly my first trip to the woodshed.”

“Indeed,” Joshua didn’t comment further and instead got to the business at hand.

Jenny gasped from the very first swat as his punishing palm fell hard and fast bringing the heat of her seat up to a raging fire within the first few swats. Soon she was wind milling her arms and legs in an effort to escape his very capable hand.

Joshua gave her no quarter, continuing to spank her very sore posterior until she was apologizing and promising never to touch the tractor again. Finally, he stood her on her feet in front of him.

Jenny did the dance of a well-spanked young lady, at least she tried but Joshua caught her firmly by the shoulders to hold her in place. “That’s enough of that young lady. Bend over the saddle so I can see to your strapping.”

“But…” she wailed tearfully.

“Now.” Joshua said succinctly.

Jenny hobbled over to the well padded saddle arranged over a saw horse as if waiting for a naughty girl to need correction. Laying over it arched her already well spanked bottom high and formed a perfect target for Joshua’s strap.

For a moment lying over the saddle the cool air blowing across her bottom Jenny felt all alone in her misery but then a large warm hand came to rest in the small of her back and all the tension she’d been holding released as she felt the connection between them flow through her, giving her strength.

“Good girl, you can do this Jenny.” He told her and then she heard the strap whistle through the air just before it caught the entire under curve of her bottom leaving a line of white hot fire in its wake. “Count please.”

“Oooooohhh!” her eyes widened as the heat bloomed and seemed to grow as the strap lifted from her scorched skin. “One!”

The next stroke fell just below the first catching the tops of her thighs and making her kick out reflexively as she wailed out the number two.  The intense bite of the strap caused more tears to leak from her eyes but at the same time her clit was throbbing in need and wetness leaked down her inner thighs.

Jenny moaned in a combination of pain and embarrassment, this had never happened when her parents spanked her but being taken in hand by Joshua Greene had done more than just primed her pump; it had started a flood.

The next stroke landed directly over the path of the first making her wail and jerk but she tried desperately to keep her legs together to prevent him from seeing just how his discipline was affecting her.  “Three!”

Number four caught the tops of her thighs again and then five fell immediately after she yelled the number four seeming to fall diagonally over the rest, “Five.”

Jenny sagged over the saddle, her bottom and clit seemed to throb in time with every beat of her heart and she’d never wanted anyone as badly as she wanted this man.

A big warm hand began to lightly trace the welts on her bottom making her shiver. “You’re going to feel me every time you sit for the next few days Pet.”

Satisfaction filled is voice as he continued stroke her heated flesh until with a groan Jenny shifted her legs a part. “What’s this?” Joshua asked as his fingers slide into her wet heat.

“I can’t seem to help it,” she moaned.

“You took your first punishment like a good girl so I suppose a reward is in order. Just don’t get used to orgasms after punishment young lady.” He told her as two fingers shot deep inside her.

“Yes sir! Ooohooo…yes!” Jenny’s back arched as his fingers pumped in and out a few times then she wailed with disappointment when he pulled completely free of her but it was only to pull her jeans and panties the rest of the way off  then flip her to her back.

The small of her back was resting in the saddle with one of Joshua’s big hands cupping her very sore ass as he pierced her with the intensity of his gaze, “I want to be looking into your eyes the first time I sink into you Pet.”

“Oh yes,” she said spreading her legs wide to welcome him as he freed himself from his pants then brought his hand back up so one of her cheeks rested in each hand.  The head of his cock teased her entrance then slid up through her wet slit and against her clit a few times while he rhythmically squeezed and spread her bottom cheeks apart to open her even further.

Jenny moaned and tried to buck her hips up to capture his cock inside her where she needed him but he held her fast with those hands on her bottom. “No. I control what you get young lady. You take what I give you, nothing more…nothing less.”

For some reason his words sent a spasm of pleasure through her clit and made her empty sheath clench on air. “Please!!!” she wailed.

“With pleasure,” Joshua told her as he fit the head of his cock to her weeping entrance then pressed home.

They both groaned as he filled her forcing her tender inner muscles to stretch around his girth as he sank slowly inside making her feel each and every inch. His eyes never left hers as he took her until finally his balls pressed against her ass and he was imbedded to the hilt.

She felt completely impaled on his big cock, stretched almost beyond capacity but it felt too right to complain as he held her there then brought a hand up to stroke her clit. Jenny’s groaned and threw her head back as he stayed still inside her but rubbed her little nub in a circular motion until she spasmed around him with a little cry.

“Good girl,” he crooned then his hands were both back on her ass opening her up again as he began to move. “I’m going to take you hard now.”

He withdrew almost completely then slammed back inside hard and fast beginning a pounding rhythm that stole her breath. He showed no mercy as he hammered in and out of her in hard long strokes.

The combination of his cock slamming into her and his hands squeezing her hot sore flesh drove her pleasure higher and higher but it was when one long finger slipped between her ass cheeks and rimmed her asshole that she saw stars.

“That’s it, take my finger.” He commanded as it pressed inside and he began to move it in tandem with his hips. The pleasure was almost too much as he fucked her even harder the finger in her ass now holding her in place as his other hand came around to pinch her clit hard.

Jenny shattered completely; screaming his name as she seemed to come in unending spasm of pleasure and with one final lunge Joshua followed her over the edge and into the abyss.

A few minutes later as Joshua pulled free and lifted Jenny from the saddle she looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes, “That’s never happened to me in the woodshed before.”

Joshua grinned in return, “This isn’t your father’s woodshed.”

 

 

Tamed by the Landscape Engineer brand spanking new!

 

 

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Once again I apologize, first the chest cold and then a car accident so my poor blog has been sadly neglected. I do believe I’m back with story ideas firing! My next story will be a well intentioned Uber driver and an executive in a hurry.  😉

Happy reading! ~Mo

 

Milly was a very serious woman, she liked to comport herself like the great ladies of the past. She imagined herself very like a young Jackie “O” carrying herself in a graceful and dignified manner.

 

She stylized her clothing in a way that mirrored the classic styles of the late 50’s and early 60’s, clean lines knee length skirts and pill box hats sitting on her shoulder length hair with just the slightest upswing.

Today, she was wearing her favorite peach suit, it gave her confidence.  Something she needed when trying to deal with a man like Byron James. He was beautiful, tall and perfect but completely maddening.

 

He was her mother’s landscape engineer, a title which Milly found ridiculous as he was little more than a glorified lawn boy to her way of thinking.  Since her mother was out of town Milly was doing her best to direct Byron to ensure the new flower gardens were put in correctly.

 

She taped the toe of one high heeled shoe as she watched the man totally ignore her instructions regarding the placement of the hydrangeas. His behavior was unacceptable! “I told you to put the hydrangeas over there beneath the willow tree!”

 

Byron stood from where his worker was planting the flowering bushes and turned to face her, “Yes Miss Helms, I heard your suggestion.”

 

Milly sputtered indignantly, “You deliberately ignored my instructions?”

 

The man sighed, “Miss Helms I’m not even sure why you’re here. Your mother approved all of the plans for the new gardens including the placements of all the plants before she left for her cruise. So yes I ignored your suggestion.”

 

Though Milly prided herself on always being the epitome of control, something about this man pushed every button she testing the limits of said control. “It was NOT a suggestion! It was an instruction! I was directing you to a better place for the hydrangeas!”

 

A muscle ticked next to his eye, “Miss Helms when you have a degree in Botany and twenty years as a landscape artist under your belt we can possibly debate the proper placement of hydrangeas. Until then why don’t you go bother someone else like a good little girl.”

 

Then he turned her to face the house and swatted her bottom to encourage her cooperation.

 

Milly gasped in outrage and spun to face him again only to find he was already leaned back over and discussing fertilizer or some other gardening issue with his worker and she saw red and lost the last bit of sense she still possessed.

With a cry of rage she marched over to where Byron was bent over and planted her high heeled shoe on his butt and shoved with everything she was worth. Byron unprepared for the attack flew forward face first into the newly planted hydrangeas, landing with a satisfying splat.

 

Milly straightened to her full height, delighted by the satisfaction that filled her with such an aggressive act. I am woman hear me roar, she thought to herself as she watched Byron straighten and brush mud and pieces of hydrangea from his face and shirt.

 

She’d struck against male superiority for all women kind. She felt like an Amazon warrior…at least she did right until Byron got to his feet and fixed her with a glare that did not bode well for her.

 

Her eyes widened as he started towards her with purpose and though she knew she should stand her ground, Milly gave a squeak of alarm and ran.

 

“You better run you little brat!” he said from directly behind her.

 

She put on a burst of speed then her heel snapped; she’d been moving so fast she couldn’t stop her momentum. Milly flew sideways with a little scream of alarm and landed on her side right in the middle of her mother’s mulberry bush; sharp little leaves and branches scratching her as she tried to wrestle free.

 

Strong hands caught her around the waist and lifted her free of the vile little bush turning her then immediately tossing her across a broad shoulder. “Put me down this instant you creatin!” Milly yelled as she pounded her fists against Byron’s back.

 

The odious man walked into her mother’s home like he owned it, “With pleasure your Highness, he told her as he set her down next to the wide leather couch in the living room.”

 

Milly stood in her uneven heels and smoothed her skirt nervously down her legs; seeing the way Byron was watching her while he rolled up his shirtsleeves. “Shame on your for handling my person in such a familiar fashion.” She said trying to cow him with her haughty manor.

 

Byron snorted and caught her by the hand as he sat down on the couch, “I am about to get a whole lot more familiar with your person so get used to it.”

 

“I…hey!” As he gave a sharp jerk to her hand and she found herself tumbling face down across his strong thighs.  Milly glared up at him over her shoulder. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

 

“Well little girl,” he said matter of factly as he began pulling her skirt up over her hips, completely ignoring her gasp of outrage. “I’m about to paddle your little ass and teach your to behave yourself.”

Milly bucked right and then left in an effort to escape from his iron clad hold. “You can’t!”

 

Byron finished working her skirt up over her rounded derriere and then caught the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. “Hide and watch little girl.”

 

She opened her mouth to yell some more but ended up giving a yelp when his big hand clapped off her left bottom cheek.

 

“Owww…wait…owwww….owwwiee…ohhhooo…stop! Please stop!” Milly cried but he ignored her pleas and his hand began to fall even harder and faster until her feet were kicking reflexively.

 

“Let’s discuss your behavior,” Byron said almost conversationally as his hand continued to fall. “First I have a question. Are you the person that hired me for this job?”

 

“Nooo!” she wailed.

 

“That’s right, you are not. Your mother was the person that hired me.” He continued to talk to her as if he wasn’t tattooing his hand print across her ass. “She and I discussed the plans for the new garden down to the placement of each and every flower. I did not need or want your input and neither did your mother or she would have had you over to join in the discussion. Did your mother invite you to give input?”

 

Milly sniffed miserably as the heat in her bottom continued to grow with each well measured swat. She tried to get away with giving a little shrug.

 

“Answer me young lady,” Byron commanded then delivered five extremely hard swats to the crease of her thigh where her bottom and ass met.

 

“Nooo! Nooo she didn’t!” Milly yelled.

 

He pulled her up off his lap and held her firmly in place to face him, “So did you have any right to interfere with my business?”

 

She gave a pitiful little sob before she answered, “No sir.”

 

“Did I deserve the little tantrum that culminated with you kicking me in the ass and shoving me into the hydrangeas?”

 

“No sir,” Milly told him softly. “I’m sorry I behaved so badly.”

 

Byron nodded, “Good girl. Now let’s finish your punishment and be done with this little episode.”

 

“Finish? Aren’t we done?” she asked hopefully.

“I need to finish the lesson,” he told her firmly and then tugged her over his lap facing the other way only this time he pinned her legs under one thigh and tilted her a little further over his lap. “I like to finish with my dominant hand to ensure I never need to teach the same lesson a second time.”

 

Milly’s eyes flew open in horror as his hand slapped down on her left sit spot with the hardest swat yet and to her dismay his palm continued to fall again and again in the exact same spot. “Nooo! Please not there again! Somewhere else…somewhere else!” Her yells became frantic as the painful sting in her bottom got worse and worse until with one last wail of protest she collapsed over his lap sobbing.

 

That’s when he moved to the other side and gave her right sit spot the exact same treatment. Her relief that he’d moved to a new place was extremely short lived, by the time it was over Milly was promising never to utter a cross word to anyone for the rest of her life.

 

He lifted her to sit on his knee and she yelped when her well spanked bottom came in contact with his jeans.

 

Byron held her and rubbed her back as she sobbed into his chest, giving her comfort and whispering into her ear how well she’d taken her punishment. When he tears finally stopped he titled her tearstained face up to his.

 

“Is this a lesson I will have to repeat?” he asked with a quirk of a brow.

 

“Never,” Milly said so feverently he laughed and kissed the tip of her nose.

 

“Good girl,” Byron said with a warm smile then he kissed her lips and she found herself opening to him like a flower.

 

She gave a sigh of disappointment when he broke their kiss then lifted her to stand in front of him once more. Milly blushed then gave a gasp when he pulled her panties up over her sore tush.  The realization that she’d been standing before this man with a bare red ass he was responsible for was almost more than she could bear.

 

She slapped him across the face, “How dare you take such liberties with my person.”

 

Milly stared at him for the space of two heartbeats before wisdom over took her false bravado and she stepped back.

 

Byron caught her by the hand before she could make an escape. “I don’t think so.”

 

Predictably Milly was bare assed over his knee again before she could work up further outrage.  His hand fell again and again without preamble while she yelped and kicked her feet.

 

She kicked her left foot so hard her pretty high heeled shoe flew off and would have nailed Byron in the head had he not caught it, “Thank you my dear.”

 

“OOOOOOWWWWWW!” Milly’s head flew back with a screech when the toe of that very shoe fell on her already well roasted posterior. With a flick of his experience wrist Byron snapped it down on her sit spot until she was pleading to be his good girl again.

 

“We’re almost there darling,” he assured her as he switched to the other side to apply his tried and true home remedy for naughtiness.

 

Milly could do little but cling to his leg in desperation as she sobbed her apologies. Finally he let her shoe fall to the floor but kept her firmly in place over his lap. “How about you tell me why you slapped me young lady?”

 

“I…well…ummm…you…ooohooo!” she gasped when he lightly patted her very tender bottom.

 

“I expect an honest answer,” Byron kept his hand still over the hot skin of her left butt cheek.

 

“You kissed me and I realized I was bare from the waist down and I liked it and…” Milly trailed off, not quite sure how to say the rest.

 

To her horror the man parted her legs and one long finger slid into her wet slit discovering all her secrets, “You were embarrassed to find the spanking turned you on so you slapped me rather than asking for what you wanted.”

 

“I…oh my,” she moaned loudly as his finger began to rub lightly over her swollen clit.

 

“Ask for what you need…what we both know you want,” Byron instructed her as his finger continued to stroke her but this time only played around the lips of her labia making her need for his touch even more desperate.

 

“Please…,” she panted.  “Please touch me, take me…fill me up.” Her need was so great she tossed pride out the window and spread her legs wide.

 

Instead of continuing to pet her needy slit, Byron stood her once more before him giving her a warning look. “Naughty girls get fucked hard.”

 

Milly licked her lips feeling like someone new…a freedom and daring she’d never known before filling her as she lifted her skirt and bent over the arm of the couch with her legs spread wide.  She looked at him over her shoulder and uttered one word, “Please.”

 

“Face forward; I control everything about this little girl.” Byron’s deepened voice sent chills over her skin as she turned her face forward to obey.

Time seemed to stand still as she waited, trying not to think about how wanton she must look with her red bottom arched high in the air and her legs spread wide to showcase the honey glistening on her folds and leaking down the inside of her thighs.

 

She shivered at the sound of his zipper dragging down and the crinkle of what had to be a condom wrapper.  A loud moan escaped her when he caught a sore ass cheek in each hand and opened her impossibly wide before fitting the head of his cock to her weeping entrance.

 

“Are you ready for me to make you mine?” the head of his cock teased her opening sliding around and around in her wetness but not dipping inside.

 

Milly’s hips bucked back trying to catch him but Byron held her firmly in place, “Please fuck me!”

 

“Who do you belong to?” she shuddered in pleasure as just the head of his cock eased inside her then pulled immediately back out.

 

“You I belong to you!” her passionate words ended on a high pitched wail as he drove inside to the hilt with his first thrust, the head of his cock coming to rest against her cervix.

 

“Just like coming home,” he said hoarsely as his feet forced her legs even further apart while his hands braced on her shoulders. Then he pulled out almost completely before slamming back inside beginning a pounding rhythm that stole her air with its intensity.

 

Pleasure like nothing she’d ever experienced before filled her as Byron pinned her in place and took what belonged to him. He pistoned in and out of her so hard and fast each slam of his hips against her backside reawakened the sting of the spanking until pleasure and pain seemed to blend together in an exquisite feeling of rapture.

 

She lost herself completely in his touch as he drove her higher and higher until they exploded together and orbited the sky. He rested against her for a moment in the aftermath his face pressed to the back of her neck where he nibbled gently as their heart rates slowed.

 

Milly gave a soft whimper when he pulled free of her the twinge of pain telling her she would feel him every time she moved for the rest of the day.

 

Byron lifted her from the couch and turned her to face him, kissing her now softly and gently. “My sweet precious girl.”

 

She felt safe and cared for as she snuggled into his arms. “Did you mean what you said? That I belong to you?”

 

His mouth smiled against hers as he stared into her eyes, “I did Milly mine. You need a firm hand and I happen to have just the hand for you.”

 

Milly kissed him again then leaned back in his arms knowing he wouldn’t let her fall, “Oh really?”

 

“Yes Ma’am, I’m just the man to keep you in line, besides I can’t turn you loose on the rest of the world.”

 

There shared laughter filled the house and floated out the window. The startled man re-planting the hydrangeas shook his head and just kept digging.

 

 

Hi all I apologize that it’s been so long between posts. I’ve been struggling with a chest cold that just doesn’t seem to want to let go. I hope to be back to normal soon.  This is an old one that I hope you will enjoy. Happy reading! ~Mo

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The Serving Wench

Monique frowned as she watched the tall Lord retire to the room the innkeeper had given him. She was to serve him dinner in his room.

She, who only a fortnight ago had been the most popular girl UPSTAIRS; now reduced to the level of a serving wench.

It was intolerable!

All because the men of the village were excited about the new girls; so she wasn’t needed upstairs. The industrious Innkeeper had told her that she would earn her keep by waiting on the customers.

Monique scowled as she knocked upon the nobleman’s door.

He opened it immediately with a welcoming smile.

She glared at him in return and slammed his plate down upon the table, spilling some of the hearty stew in the process.

“There you are SERVED!”

“Where is my ale?”

“Be happy you have the stew!”

“For a serving wench you are a bit ill tempered. You’ve the tongue of a wasp.”

Monique rolled her eyes, “Oh a thousand pardons my Lord, I didn’t mean to offend.” She offered with a sneer.

“Never fear I know how to remove the stinger.” Then before Monique could so much as blink the tall lord grasped her hand and sat in the big chair before the hearth pulling her face down across his lap.

“You cannot do this!”

“Ah but I can,” he said tucking her skirts into the ties of her apron and pulling her pantaloons down her struggling legs. “You’ll not be in need of these anytime soon.” He tossed the knickers across the room and studied her pale round bottom.

It was definitely in need of color. He set to work painting the canvas before him a brilliant shade of crimson.

Monique bucked and yowled over his knee as he brought forth the vivid hue.

He let her drop from his lap to kneel between his knees when her backside was glowing with color and heat.

He stood unbuckling the sword belt at his waist, “I think six good licks with my belt should finish things nicely.”

Monique blanched at his words quickly reaching to unfasten his breeches, “Don’t spank me anymore my Lord. I promise I will make it up to you, I will show you my tongue is good for more than sharp words.”

She smiled up at him beneath her lashes as she freed his straining erection.

“You can make it up to me after I’ve finished your punishment.”

Monique knew she had to act quickly or her chance of reprieve was lost. Grabbing the base of his shaft she took the head of it into her mouth and rolled her tongue around it.

He groaned in response and she knew she had him. She followed him with her quick tongue and hot mouth as he sank back into the depths of the chair taking him deep into her throat.

Her hand held him tightly and she brought it up to meet her mouth as she took as much of him in as she could. Then she would tighten her lips as she brought them up his shaft and her hand stroked down. She would bring him almost out of her mouth then look up into his eyes as she circled her tongue around its tip before taking him deep into her throat once again.

She worked him feverishly, hand and mouth moving together to bring him the most pleasure possible. When he came she took every drop of his semen then sat back on her heels as satisfied smirk on her face; sure she’d gotten out of the rest of her punishment.

He looked down to where she knelt at his feet, full lips still glistening from his seed her skirts still tacked up in back to reveal her hot, red posterior.

He smiled and offered her his hand helping her from the floor. She gasped in dismay when he lifted her slightly at the waist and draped her over the back of the big hearth chair. Her feet dangled finding no purchase and her bottom arched high and vulnerable.

“I think we will add another six strokes for your efforts to distract me from the rest of your punishment.”

“No please!”

One hand in the small of her back held her easily in place as he doubled his broad belt and brought it sharply down on the undercurve of her buttocks.

She shrieked loudly in response as a line of fire rose across her already sore bottom.

He concentrated all of the remaining eleven strokes in that same place; wanting to be sure she remembered this punishment when she sat down for some time to come.

She hung crying limply over the back of the chair when the belt dropped between her hands where they were braced in the seat of the chair.

Her bottom was hot and swollen; she gasped when she felt him step between her thighs realizing that she was in an optimum position for more than spanking.

He thrust hard and deep imbedding himself to her core.

She gasped at the wonderful feeling of fullness then hissed as his pelvis slapped hard against her tender nether regions.

As he continued the pounding thrusts she soon began whimpering and moaning across the chair unable to move back to meet him, as she wanted.

Positioned as she was he controlled the pace and depth of their coupling. She could only groan and plead as he thrust.

His thrusts became harder and faster, she began to shudder as she came to a violent release. He slammed into her three more times before finishing.

Monique lay across the chair trying to catch her breath as he rose and fixed his clothing. Then he lifted her from the back of the chair catching her when her knees threatened to buckle.

He gave her a cocky smile standing her before him and righting her clothing. She sucked air in sharply when her skirts made contact with her blazing backside.

“Now Wench, fetch me my Ale,” he said with a sharp swat to her skirted behind.

Monique gasped and bent in an awkward curtsey, “Yes my Lord.” She scurried from the room suddenly eager to do his bidding.

Educating Jackie

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Hope you enjoy this story about a coed and her sexy TA. Happy reading! ~Mo
Educating Jackie
Jackie stood outside Professor Jenkins’s office, she knew the Professor was out of town and his TA, Ed Walters was inside grading the midterm papers. She knew her paper was complete crap, she’d been partying to much this semester and was in serious danger of losing her scholarship.Jackie had to convince Ed to give her a pass, so she could keep her scholarship and finish her education. She didn’t have the money to finish school without that scholarship. Jackie knew it was her own fault but still…she had to convince him.

Ed was a handsome, graduate student that had taken over as the Professor’s TA this semester, he had a quiet studious air but she was hoping still waters ran deep.

Jackie took a deep breath and looked down at her low cut sweetheart neckline, cupping her breasts to give them a quick plump up before knocking on the door.

“Come in,” Ed’s deep baritone sounded from inside.

Jackie walked into the office with an exaggerated sway of her hips, “Hello Ed.” She hoped he liked the husky quality she’d put into her voice.

He looked up at her with a quirked brow, “Miss Simmons, how may help you?”

“Well I was hoping you could help me out with my grade some. My paper wasn’t my best work and…well…I can’t afford to make a bad grade and lose my scholarship,” she finished in a rush. Something about the way he was watching her made her feel like a naughty child and she couldn’t keep herself from fidgeting from one foot to the other.

Ed cocked his head at her, “How exactly do you propose I help you?”

Jackie licked her lips and leaned across the desk to give him a good eyeful of cleavage, “Please…help me…I’ll do anything for a good grade…anything…,” she finished meaningfully.

His eyebrows rose almost into his hairline before snapping back down in a stern line over his hard eyes as he rose from behind the desk and began to walk around.

She started to rise from her pose bent across the desk, “No…stay exactly as you are young lady.”

Jackie blinked, “Yes…ummm…sir.” She froze in position unable to resist the absolute authority in his voice.

“Are you proposing to exchange sexual favors for good grades?” he asked conversationally as he began to roll up his sleeves.

“Well…when you put it that way it sound so…so…well naughty,” Jackie said softly.
“It is naughty,” Ed sad matter of factly, as he moved to stand behind her and she gasped when he lifted her short skirt and tucked it into the waistband.

“I…ummm…well…I…” she stammered, unsure of exactly how things were going to go at this point.

“I am going to help you Miss Simmons but not in the way you initially proposed.” Ed told her.

“How are you going to help me?” Jackie asked.

“First, I’m going to give you the spanking of your life for being so audacious and then I’m going to sit your hot bottom down on that chair and help you make your paper something that deserves a good grade.” He explained sternly.

Jackie tried to ignore the heat that sprang to life between her legs at his words and the little pulse that had developed in her clit, straightening to stand in outrage. “You can’t spank me!”

He cocked his head and studied her again, “Really? You’d rather I call the Dean of Students and report you for offering sex in exchange for a good grade? I’m pretty sure that would not only result in the loss of your scholarship but expulsion as well.”

She felt her face pale as she realized exactly how foolish she’d been, “Please don’t.”

“It’s your choice my dear, take your punishment and fix what I’m sure must be a disaster of a paper or I’ll call the Dean.” Ed told her. “What’s your choice?”

“You,” Jackie said with a shudder.

“Right, back over the desk with you then,” he instructed.

Jackie got back into position and gave a moan of embarrassment when his fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and pulled them to her knees. “Is that really necessary?”

“Discipline spankings will always be given on the bare without exception,” was all he said before his hand began to fall hard and fast on her upturned bottom.

“Oooohooo…oww…oww…owww…ohhh that hurts! Please it hurts!” Jackie cried as one of his big hands came to rest in the small of her back to hold her in place as his hand seemed to fall harder and harder.

“This is a punishment young lady, it’s supposed to hurt. This is to help you remember why you should never behave this way again,” Ed said as he continued to spank her rapidly reddening bottom.

By the time he stopped her bottom was on fire and Jackie was giving soft little hiccupping sobs.

She shot up grabbing her sore cheeks and rubbing frantically, “Back over that desk young lady, your punishment isn’t over.” He said to her horror.

“It’s not?” Jackie whimpered as she bent back over the desk.

“I’m going to give you twenty swats with this pointer,” he told her as she looked over her shoulder to see the long wooden pointer used in class to emphasize things on the transparencies. “Not a traditional cane but I do believe you will get my point.”

She saw his lips quirk at his play on words but before she could react the pointer landed on the under curve of her ass in a line of fire that made her mewl of pain. Ed wasted no time bringing the nasty stick down ten times in a row from the crease of her bottom to the middle of her thighs then laid another ten back up.

Jackie was crying earnestly, when he lifted her and tucked her against his chest. “I’m sorry.” She sobbed against his shirt while he rubbed her back and rocked to and fro.

“There…there little one, you took your punishment like a good girl. We will put it behind us and move forward. You clearly need more structure and I will be happy to provide it for you.” Ed told her as he led her around the desk to his hard wooden chair. “Sit.”

“Yes sir,” she said submissively as she obeyed him and sat down with a hiss as the wooden seat came into contact with her hot bare bottom. “Ooohh…oooh.”

“That will help you remember why it’s better to do quality work the first time,” Ed told her with a smile.

Too her surprise Jackie found herself smiling in return, “Yes sir.”

For the next two hours Ed worked with her on her paper until it was at least B worthy and Jackie felt a sense of accomplishment.

“Good girl, now pull up your panties and I’ll take you out to dinner,” He said with a grin.

“Yes sir!” Jackie said, trying not to wince as she pulled her panties up over her sore nates. She had been afraid once the paper was fixed he would send her on her way and she wanted to know this man better.

“Over dinner we can discuss appropriate behavior and study habits for my girl,” he told her as he guided her out of the office.

“Your girl?” she asked, hope springing in her chest.

“You don’t think I spank every woman that offers me a blow job in exchange for a better grade do you?” Ed asked incredulously.

“You’ve been asked before?” Jackie asked in surprise.

He snorted, “Several times a semester. You are the first one I’ve spanked. I was going to ask you out next week, you simply moved up the timetable.”

“Oh…,” she said suddenly feeling a little shy and unsure.

“Just so you know young lady,” Ed said sternly. “When you are a naughty girl you will be punished. Are we clear?”

A broad smile covered her face, “Crystal Sir.”