A remote punishment on a very late free Friday

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Heartbeat to Heartbeat

“Have you been a naughty girl?” I shiver as your voice comes across the phone line and its as if I feel it whispering across the sensitive skin behind my ear.

“Yes sir,” I whisper, afraid if I speak to loudly the moment will be lost. “I’ve been very naughty.” I tell you breathlessly.
You click your tongue disapprovingly, “What am I to do with such a naughty little girl?”
“Punish me?” I ask as everything inside me tightens with a need for you to do just that, I ache for your attention with a desire that can’t be denied, the moisture of the need already dampening the gusset of my panties.
The insistent throb of my clit matching the pulse fluttering at my throat as I wait for your decision.
“Naughty girls get very red sore bottoms,” you tell me sternly.
“Yes sir,” I tell you the words sounding thick and raspy.
“Get the bath brush,” you say me firmly.
I hurry to comply with your instruction knowing to dally will only make it worse. In the bathroom I take hold of the long thick wooden brush knowing it packs a wallop even when delivered by my own hand.
“I have it,” my voice comes out in almost a squeak as my bottom clenches reflexively and the wetness begins to drip to the top of my inner thighs.
“Take off all of your clothes then bend over and brace yourself on the edge of the bathtub.,” I shiver as I comply with your command, my heavy breasts swaying over the edge of the bathtub.
“Yes sir,” I am breathless with the fear of what is to come as well is with the almost desperate anticipation of it. I want and need your discipline so badly.
“I want ten hard swats to your left sit spot. Each one in the exact same spot and I want to hear them.” Your voice brooks no argument.
I take a deep breath as I place the phone on the edge of the tub next to where my hand is braced and hit the speaker button. The first swat lands hard and I gasp.
“Harder. That one doesn’t count.”
I groan but immediately comply, gritting my teeth as I deliver another blow to my own quivering posterior.
“Better. Again.”
Following your commands I give my self ten searing swats to the same place on my left sit spot.
“Now. Ten more in the same place, harder this time.” You command.
I whine in protest even as my clit swells even more with the instruction and my arousal is dripping down my thighs.
Ten more swats even harder than the first ten land leaving a blistering heat in their wake. I am breathing heavy from both the exertion and the pain.
When you instruct me to repeat the process on my right cheek I am both relieved and anxious.
When it is finished my bottom is on fire, your displeasure with my behavior feels as if is has been tattooed across my sit spots.
“Now back to your bedroom. I believe we will finish with twenty strokes of your belt to the naughty bottom. I want each spot to land across your well paddled sit spots. You will do ten strokes from the left side and ten from the right.”
“But sir,” I can’t keep the little whine of complaint from my voice.
“Are you arguing with me about your punishment?” you asked, your voice deceptively soft.
“No sir,” I say as I hurrying to fetch the thick leather belt from my closet and bend across the foot of my bed, laying the phone near my face so you can hear everything.
“I’m ready sir,” I say submissively.
“Begin,” at the command I swing the belt towards my already sore bottom hissing as it connects rather spectacularly. I methodically lay nine more strokes over the top of the first ensuring that each swing of the belt is true and hard enough that you can hear the whistle of it just before it connects.
“Good girl. Let’s get the last ten done.” you tell me, your voice filled with the dark tenderness that promises a reward for a punishment well delivered.
I deliver the last ten strokes, a lone tear sliding down my cheek as the last line of fire is laid across my throbbing backside.
“Is your punishment chair in the corner?” you ask me.
“Yes sir,” I tell you breathlessly as I study the fuck chair, the tip of the dildo barely showing through the hole in the middle of the chair. I had attached the longest, thickest vibrator in my collection under your instruction earlier with the clit stimulator at the base. You held the remote controller for the contraption that worked on my Wi-Fi.
When we couldn’t be together it enabled you to give me exactly what you wanted to, effectively snatching away all my control as I could only hand on to the back of the chair and take everything you gave me.
“Are you wet for my cock?” you asked.
My core clenched hard at your question, “Yes sir.”
“Mount up,” You instructed and I straddled the chair until the tip of the dildo rested just outside my entrance making me moan eagerly at the feel of it. “Can you feel me?”
“Yes please!” I moaned loudly as I gripped the back of the chair, the hard wood pressing uncompromisingly against my sore bottom.
“Are you sure?” you ask, as I hear a slight whir and the tip barely presses up then retreats.
“Oh please…please sir…please I need your cock…please…” I chant.
You reward me by turning it on high and it slams inside me to the hilt with the first thrust, not giving my inner walls time to grow accustom to it before it began thrusting in and out of me in long hard strokes. The clit stimulator hits my clit with every inward thrust but the vibrator is not yet on but still the pleasure build quickly.
“I’m going to cum!” I cry out.
“Not without permission. If you cum before I give you permission we will start the whole punishment from the beginning,” you warn me.
I gasp, holding myself still as the thick dildo pistons in and out of me mercilessly then the vibrator starts and you change the rhythm so its grinding high inside me as the little vibraotor rides my clit.
“Siiirrrrrr!” I wail as it builds inside me knowing I won’t be able to keep myself from hurtling into space.
“Do you want to cum?” you ask me.
“Yes!” I gasp writhing on the chair. “Please sir… please!”
“Cum now!” I explode with the command hurtling into orbit as the dildo continues to ride high inside me driving me from one orgasm straight into another and then another until I fragment into a million pieces with a final scream of pleasure.
The dildo withdraws completely and turns off as I lay collapsed over the back of the chair as I catch my breath and come back to myself to you.
“That’s my good girl. Can you make it to the bed?”
“Yes sir,” I whisper softly.
“Then come lay down with me,” I happily comply as I cuddle against a pillow in my bed and you talk softly to me until I fall asleep.
I am comforted by your voice, I feel your touch across the miles and know its only a matter of time until I am resting against your body…heartbeat to heartbeat where I belong.

A hot and sexy spanking on free Friday!

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We made it through another work week! Yay! Time to get ready for the weekend! I hope everyone has a wonderful Mother’s day with friends and family. Happy reading! ~No

The Wildness

She teased him mercilessly throughout the evening, a flirtatious glance, fleeting touches in passing…tantalizing views of her hand skimming her breast. The darkening of his gaze and flaring of his nostrils emboldening her ever further until she began to audaciously flirt with their male guests.

Moist heat thrummed through her core, she knew he would punish her for the wanton behavior and then he would take her without mercy to remind her to whom she belonged.

She reveled in the wildness inside him that remained hidden from the rest of the world. The beast he would unleash upon her as soon as he bid goodnight to their guests…the beast she craved with a wildness all her own.

When the men retired to the saloon to smoke she excused herself and went to her rooms, quickly stripping from her ball gown and the semblance of propriety. Opening the window wide she embraced the wildness coursing through her veins and jumped from the window to land on her feet with a gleeful cry before racing into the woods to await her mate.

She knew the instant he found her discarded clothing in the empty room they shared, his bellow carried across the wind to her sensitive ears. He was coming.

Her body ached with need, the wet evidence of her desire dripping down her inner thighs as she laid waiting for him in the tall grass of a meadow. When she felt his moonlit shadow fall across her naked form she cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples.

He growled in response as she smiled lazily up at him.

Grabbing her firmly about the arms he lifted her to her knees as he knelt to the side of her his fists wrapping in her hair as he pulled her face down to his cock. She opened her mouth eagerly accepting his forceful thrust inside, hungry for his taste.

She sucked hard on the swollen head as he pumped his hips in and out of her willing lips, then she gasped around him as his hand began to fall on her backside in time with his thrusts. She tried not to let the growing heat in her bottom distract her from sucking on his cock, catching the drops of precum leaking from its tip greedily.

She moaned in protest when he pulled free of her mouth and turned her fully away from him so he could spank her harder and faster. With a sigh of surrender she pressed her chest to the cool grass remaining on her knees and lifting her ass high for his discipline.

His hand fell over and over until her bottom felt as if it might burst into flame and tears fell unheeded down her cheeks. She barely had any warning when the spanking stopped before he slammed his cock inside her hard the head butting up against her cervix even as two fingers crept around to catch her clit between them and press it down to ride his cock.

Every stroke pushing it back against his rough fingers so it seemed it was worried from every side as he pounded in and out of her without mercy.

The first orgasm stole her breath and cause sparks to dance behind her eyelids but still he took her, determined to remind her who was in charge. He brought her to three more hard orgasms before he pulled free of her still spasming sheath, only to fit the head of his cock to the rosebud of her ass.

She gave only the softest whimper as she pressed back against him aiding his invasion of this most private of places. He gave her no quarter, pressing hard and seating himself fully without preamble.

A cry of pleasure and pain escaped her as he possessed her utterly…owning her so completely in that moment the rightness of it brought tears to her eyes. His hands reached beneath her to cup her breasts and lifted her to rest against his chest with her legs splayed on either side of his strong thighs as he continued to pound in and out of her tender ass.

He took her with hard deep thrusts that shook her to her very foundations…tearing her apart even as they rebuilt…as if he was reshaping her into a new creature; his creation. She gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder as he released one breast to slap a hand down on her wide open pussy.

Again and again his hand slapped down catching her tender clit with each swat even as he drove ever deeper into her ass until with a scream she shattered completely around him. The orgasm seemed to go on and on as he bit down on her shoulder and emptied inside her, bathing her tender inner muscles with jet after jet of his hot cum.

She gave a soft mewl of protest as he withdrew from her body and pulled her into his arms as they lay together under the moon.

She was replete…she was renewed…she was reborn.

Meredith O’Reilly is visiting with a hot excerpt from His Little Captive

 

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Hi!

Thank you so much for having me over on your blog! Today, I have a naughty snippet to share from my newly released book, His Little Captive!

Excerpt:
“It’s a little hard to wash dishes when someone is playing with your breasts,” I countered as he squeezed my nipples, sending a small bite of pain coursing through my body that switched quickly to pleasure after a moment.
“I have faith you can do it, even if someone is playing with your breasts.”
With more determination than I thought I ever possessed, I continued to wash the dishes. They were spotless in record timing. While I was scrubbing the pots, Charles was kissing the spots behind my ears, my neck, my cheeks, while his fingers were twisting, pulling, and rolling my nipples. I felt like a rubber band that was stretched to its limit and was ready to snap any second.
“Done!” I screamed, turning in his arms. Pressing my lips to his, I needed the physical contact after all the pent-up arousal he caused.
He drew me back away from him, both of us panting.
“This is going to be fast.”
“Thank the Lord,” I murmured, pulling down my pants and kicking them off as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his hard shaft out.
He lifted me up and I wrapped both of my legs around his waist, as he slammed his cock into me.
“Yes!” I screamed as his shaft filled me.
He carried me to the wall, pushing me against it, and pumped in and out of me as I ran my hands over his large deltoids, biceps, and triceps. Nothing got me more turned on than when I felt his bulging muscles as he took me.
He turned and walked over to the kitchen table. One of his hands left my ass, and a moment later there was a loud bang. He had pushed the box of cookies and unlit candles off the table. He laid me down on top, never missing a beat while pumping in and out of me.
“Oh, my… gosh, Charles!” I cried, as he broke our kiss and his lips slid down to kiss the side of my neck.
The thought that he was so desperate to have me that he was knocking things off the table turned me on way more than I thought it would.
“Come for me, Lilly,” he huffed, plunging inside of me and letting his seed fill me. A second later, my inner vaginal walls clamped down on him as I found my release.
Pleasure consumed my body as I lay on the table where we had just eaten dinner, trying to catch my breath.
“That was amazing,” I finally got out.
He looked up at me, a grin crossing his face. “We aren’t done yet, this was just the appetizer.”

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His Little Captive Blurb
After waking up in a room she doesn’t recognize, twenty-year-old college student Lilly Parkins discovers that she has been placed in a secret government program for adult women who would benefit from living under the care of a firm but loving daddy. For the next few months, all of her needs will be provided for so that she can experience the childhood she never had.

Having been orphaned years ago, Lilly has grown accustomed to depending only on herself, and she is none too pleased by this arrangement, but when she meets her new daddy, Charles Davidson, she cannot help being impressed by the handsome, kindhearted businessman.

Charles makes it clear that while he will never be harsh with Lilly, he will be stern if her behavior makes it necessary, and when she speaks rudely to him he bares her bottom and spanks her soundly. In spite of his strict discipline, however, Lilly delights in Charles’ care and attention, and she soon finds herself longing for him to take her in his arms and make her his. But when her time in the program comes to an end, will it mean saying goodbye to him forever?

Publisher’s Note: His Little Captive includes spankings, sexual scenes, and age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Thanks for having me over to visit!

Two steamy hanky spanky excerpts!

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Today I bring you two spanky releases from my two newest books. Are you ready for some hanky spanky?  Happy reading! -~Mo
Excerpt Sternly Chastised:
She studied him while he slept sprawled on his back covering most of the bed. The night before he’d driven her wild, first with his mouth then his cock; he’d made her come so many times she lost track.
Forcing her to come until she’d practically begged him to stop, at that point he’d said, “One more,” and the resulting orgasm had been so intense she’d seen white lights behind her eyes as she screamed his name.
Then she’d fallen in an exhausted sleep almost immediately, not stirring till a few minutes ago when she woke curled next to his big body. Perhaps it was time for a little payback.
She slowly pulled the covers down his form until she’d revealed his entire body to her gaze. In sleep he looked so relaxed, rather than the barely contained energy that seemed right beneath the surface when he was awake.
Everything was relaxed except his cock, she thought with a grin. It was long, thick, and just as hard as it had been last night when he used it to pound her into the mattress. Kneeling between his spread legs, she licked her lips in anticipation.
Her mouth practically watering for the taste of him, wrapping one hand around the base of his thick shaft, she leaned forward to catch the head between her lips, sucking hard as her tongue played along the bottom then lapped at the little slit at its tip. She released him from her mouth with an audible pop before licking him from the base of his shaft to the tip and all around like her favorite decadent ice cream cone.
When she got back to the head of his cock again she began placing little sucking kisses along the ridge around the bottom of the head. He groaned and lightly bucked his hips, making her smile as her hot mouth engulfed the head fully again.
She continued to suck hard and began bobbing her head up and down, taking a little more of his length each time while still plying her tongue everywhere she could reach. She looked up and met deep blue eyes watching her intently as he sucked him.
Pulling completely off just before he was about to come, she sat up with a grin. “Good morning.”
“You’d best finish what you started, little girl,” he ordered, his voice still raspy with sleep.
“I kind of need to paint my toenails first,” she said jokingly, only to gasp in surprise as the bed exploded into motion. “I was kidding!” she cried as she found herself face down over his lap with his hand clapping off her bottom over and over.
She had real tears falling down her cheeks by the time he stopped and turned her to face him. He stood next to the bed and pushed her down to sit on the edge with a wince as her sore bottom made contact.
“Now, are you ready to finish what you started, young lady?” he asked firmly.
“Yes, sir,” she said softly, opening her mouth to receive him again. He fisted both hands in her hair as he drove his cock into her mouth and immediately down her throat, gagging her slightly and causing more tears to fall from her eyes.
He worked in and out of her mouth as she continued sucking and licking everything she could reach to the best of her ability. Then he thrust deep and held her in place with her nose flush against his body as he shot ribbon after ribbon of cum down her throat.
She swallowed everything he gave her and then as his hands released her hair she began bobbing up and down his shaft again, sucking to milk every drop of cum from his cock before licking him clean.
“Good girl,” he said with a grin, leaning down to kiss her deeply. “Morning, baby, did you like your spanking?”
“Yes, sir,” she said with a saucy grin.
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Excerpt Rewriting the Rules:
She heard the paddle drop, as his hand came up to cup her weeping pussy. “My naughty girl is very wet,” Donovan commented.
Aurora groaned into the couch cushion, unable to deny how much his punishment affected her even though it had hurt so badly. He thrust two fingers deep, working them in and out of her while his thumb played across her clit.
“Ooohhh…” she groaned low and loud, thrusting her hips back demandingly as an orgasm built, but just before she went over the edge he pulled his fingers from her body and gave her a sharp swat with his hand.
“Do naughty girls get to come, Aurora?” he asked.
“No!” she wailed. “Please… I’ll be good… please let me come.”
“If you’d been a good girl, you’d be getting all the orgasms you could want right now, but you weren’t, were you?” Donovan asked her.
“No, sir,” Aurora said softly.
“Do you think you deserve to come like a good girl would?”
Her shoulders slumped. “No, sir.”
When she felt the tug on the plug in her ass it was almost a relief; at least he would fill something. He made short work of pulling the plug out and then she felt the broad head of his cock against her tender opening while he pressed her legs even further apart.
Aurora groaned in dismay when she realized he was positioning her in such a way that he ensured her clit got no pressure. He really wasn’t going to let her come!
“Take a breath and press back against me,” he instructed.
Aurora pressed back, eager to feel his length deep in her ass, stretching her wide even without the orgasm.
She whimpered, her ass burning as the tissues stretched wide to accept his cock and then he was inside, moving ever deeper with each thrust until she felt his balls pressing against her ass.
She felt impossibly full and her clit throbbed in need when he began to pull out and slammed back inside… pleasure warred with pain as he took her ass in a punishing rhythm.
Aurora found herself pressing back to meet every thrust as the orgasm she’d been told she wouldn’t get built inside her; she wanted more. The feel of his cock plundering her most private place made her feel owned completely and satisfied a need she hadn’t even realized she had.
“Oooh… yes! Harder!” she cried as he pounded in and out of her.
“You come and I will strap that naughty pussy of yours,” he whispered in her ear and that was all it took; Aurora exploded around his pistoning cock. Her ass clamped down hard and then he groaned and shot his hot seed deep inside her, bathing the tender inner muscles of her ass.
Aurora shuddered as he pulled out, and then she collapsed over the arm of the couch like a limp noodle. She began to shiver, every muscle in her body shaking in reaction to the intensity of what they’d shared.
She moaned when he used a warm washcloth to clean her up; she hadn’t even noticed when he’d left to get it. Then she groaned as she felt the tip of that damn plug pressing against her tender asshole then sliding home to seat deep inside her again.
“Why?” she whined.
“You will wear it until we return from getting the car detailed. Take the plug and your pussy strapping like a good girl and when we get back I will make you come until you see stars,” Donovan told her, pressing a kiss to her red ass before picking her up and laying her on her back on top of the coffee table. “Spread those pretty thighs wide for your strapping.”
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He makes her ache with need on free Friday

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TGIF!! Are we ever not glad it’s Friday? Happy reading! ~Mo
Make Me Ache
A soft moan escaped my lips as the silken sheets slid across my already overly sensitized skin. Your hand skimmed slowly up my nude body until you cupped an aching breast as you leaned down to capture my tightly furled nipple between your lips.

My back arched as you sucked me deep within the recesses of your mouth your teeth lightly biting the tip of my nipple. I moved my legs restlessly on the bed parting them wide in invitation as my hands came down to twine in your hair.

You immediately released my nipple with a loud popping sound, “Where are your hands supposed to be little girl?”

I obediently put my hands back up over my head clasping my hands together in an effort to hold position. As soon as my hands were back where they were supposed to be you returned your attention to my breast.

You sucked my nipple hard as you worried it with your teeth making me more and more aware of the throb of my clit and the aching emptiness within my core. I knew from experience you would continue to tease me until I was almost mindless with need.

I could feel the wetness of my arousal dripping down the crack of my ass and I was sure I was leaving a wet spot on the bed.

You finally released my left nipple and moved to the right, the cold air washing over the damp tip tightening it to the point of pain. My hips began to lift almost of their own accord as my body sought the weight of yours.

Suddenly, your body moved between mine spreading me wide and pinning me to the mattress so I couldn’t move, the head of your cock resting just to the side of where I desperately needed it.

You gave one last sharp biting kiss to my right nipple before you began kissing down my body as I whimpered, my body filled with the sweet ache only you could assuage.

“Please…” I cried gripping the covers over my head in my fists as I fought the desire to wrap my arms around you.

“What do you need sweetling?” you asked, your voice a husky growl.

“You…please…please sir,” my head tossed restlessly from side to side as I begged for you to fill me.

“Tell me what you need,” you commanded.

“Your cock…filling me…taking me…please,” a tear coursed down one cheek as the ache between my thighs became almost unbearable. I felt as if you’d been teasing me for hours.

Without warning you flipped me over and brought me up on my knees, my chest pressed to the mattress my thighs spread wide as you pressed the tip of your cock to my wet slit.

“Ooohhh…yes…oh please…please…please,” I chanted, unable to move back against you because you held my ass firmly in your grip.

The head of your cock slid lightly through my slit, moving easily because I was so wet, “Look how wet my naughty girl is.” You said with a rough laugh as your hand slapped down on my bottom jolting your cock where it rested against my clit.

“Ahhh!” I cried out as your hand slapped down again and again, each and every swat causing the tip of your cock to brush my needy clit. The stinging heat that filled my bottom seemed only to magnify my need to be filled.

Just when I thought I could take no more, you slammed your cock into me hard and fast; taking me to the hilt. I was so primed…I came immediately my body locking down on yours as I spasmed around your pistoning shaft.

You gave me no time to recover from the orgasm, continuing to take me hard without mercy or respite; driving me from one orgasm straight into another until I was wailing my pleasure as I took everything you gave me.

As the final orgasm ripped through my body, I jerked and I felt the gush of fluid release as I came bathing your cock in the balm of my pleasure. You pounded into me one last time then I felt the hot spurt of your seed filling me, as aftershocks of pleasure ran through my body.

We collapsed to the bed as one, a tangled mess of arms and legs, your body enveloping mine protectively. I sighed as I pressed a kiss to the hand beneath my cheek; happy to be in your arms where I belonged.

Can’t Touch That!

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Sorry for my absence last week. I’m back this week with a new story I hope you enjoy and a new release! Sternly Chastised is another compilation of short stories.  Unfortunately, it’s not.live yet on Amazon but here’s a peek at the Cover! Happy reading! ~No

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Can’t Touch That

I stood in the shower and rubbed body oil into my breasts, imagining your hands in place of my own. I shivered as I plucked at my nipples until they tightened into hard little buds throbbing for more attention.

 

My slippery hands slid down my stomach gliding over the top of my bare mound until they ghosted over my aching clit. I moaned rubbing my fingers over my swollen bud in a circular motion.

 

“What are you doing young lady?” your firm voice growled at me from the bathroom doorway making my jump.

 

I flushed and pulled my hands away from my body as I gave you my sweetest smile, “I was just rubbing in body oil so my skin was silky smooth for you.”

 

You arched a brow at me, “Who owns your pleasure?”

 

My lips twisted a little and I looked at the floor, “You do.”

 

I gasped when your large hand suddenly cupped my sex your fingers sliding into my wet folds, “Who does this belong to?”

 

“You…ooh you!” I whimpered as my hips bucked helplessly against your hand.

 

“Are you allowed to touch my things without permission little girl?” you asked as one long finger sank deep inside me while your thumb played across my clit.

 

“No sir,” I said softly as pleasure began to steal my breath.

 

“Why were you touching yourself without permission?” you asked.

 

“I was thinking of you and I felt all achy and I…”

 

“What a naughty little girl you are,” you said as you placed one of you feet on the edge of the bathtub and placed your other hand on my backside using it and the finger inside me to guide me over you upraised knee.

 

“Yes Sir…I was very naughty…pleasure punish me,” I begged and then yelped as your hand landed hard on my upturned bottom; the oil still slick on my skin increasing the sting exponentially.

 

Every slap on my bottom forced me down on the finger inside me and caused my clit to ride your thumb. The combination of the intense sting and the pleasure making me hyper aware of both until I was sobbing, lost in a sea of warring sensations.

 

Again and again your hand fell my bottom on fire and the pain of the spanking bringing tears to my eyes even as your other hand drove me closer and closer to orgasm.

I moaned loudly through my tears as another finger joined the one inside me and your thumb began to rub more firmly even has your swats began to fall harder and faster until I stiffened then screamed as release shuddered through me.

 

You continued to spank me lightly as you fingers stroked in and out of me wringing ever bit of pleasure from me possible. I collapsed over your knee completely spent by the intensity of the orgasm.

 

Lifting me from your knee you pushed me over the edge of the bathroom vanity and filled me from behind with your long, thick cock. I groaned appreciatively as my tender tissues stretched wide to accommodate you.

 

You took me without mercy, slamming in and out of me the head of your cock pounding against my cervix as your thighs slapped against my sore bottom with every inward thrust.

 

Another orgasm washed through my body as I clamped down tight on your pistoning cock with a wail of pleasure. You groaned against the back of my neck as you stiffened inside me then I felt the hot jets of your seed against my sensitive inner walls.

 

You chuckled as you pulled out of me and lifted me into your arms, “That will teach you to touch what’s mine.”

 

I smiled against your neck and snuggled into you, “Mmmhmmmm.”

A little vajazzle with that spanking?

Happy Monday!!! Late again with Friday story but hopefully you will find it worth the wait! Happy reading! ~Mo

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Happy Birthday Daddy!

 

Nellie held her breath inside the big cake, trying to contain her excitement about the private delivery she’d planned for her husband’s birthday. She’d planned every detail meticulously, Pete thought she’d gone to a Lady’s Aide meeting instead of being with him on his birthday and she’d made sure he stayed home by telling him they were waiting on a special delivery he had to sign for.

 

He’d looked so pitiful when she’d left she’d almost told him about the surprise but she managed to hold it together. Nellie couldn’t wait to see his face when she popped up out of this cake naked except for a pair of black thigh highs, stripper heels and the long gold tassels she’d affixed to her nipples.

 

This would be a birthday Pete would never forget!

 

Nellie sniffed and frowned, it was kind of stinky in the cake, and belatedly she considered how many women had sat in this same cake hull naked before her and who they might have been in life. Of course it was all well and good to be a naked cake lady but the thought of sitting her naked ass in places countless naked asses had been before was less than appealing.

 

The longer she was in the cake the more the smell grew and began to separate into odors she recognized and a few she didn’t…Nellie decided in this case ignorance was definitely bliss. She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the cake lifted from the back of the delivery van, it was almost show time.

 

“Special birthday delivery for Pete Erkins,” she heard a man say.

 

“Special delivery huh?” she heard Pete’s voice.

 

“Yes sir, we have instructions to set it up for you in the living room,” Nellie had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling in glee. This was the most exciting thing she’d done sexually since her kids had been grown, it was liberating.

 

She felt the cake moving again and then the slight bump when they sat it down in the living room. Then she heard the delivery guy cue her music before excusing himself, he would return in the morning to get the cake.

 

Nellie popped up out of the cake with her arms stretched wide on the fourth measure of “Big Spender” swinging her tassels for all she was worth.

 

“Happy Birthday Daddy!” she squealed with an exaggerated bump and grind accompanied by another counter clockwise swing of her tassels.

 

“Nellie!” Pete cried in alarm as his mouth fell open in horror.

 

“Mom!?!”

 

That’s when Nellie noticed their oldest son Ned along with about five other men sitting around the living room.  It was Nellie’s turn to gasp in horror as she moved to jump back while covering her tassels and her freshly shaved and bedazzled princess part. Unfortunately, when she jumped backwards her left 5 inch heel got stuck in some fabric inside the cake

 

The resulting upside down split with Nellie dangling over the back of the cake with her princess parts spread wide would go down in the record books as the worst birthday surprise ever.

 

“Pete!” she screamed as she realized she couldn’t right herself or free her trapped foot without help.

 

“Is her area covered in gemstones?” Nellie wailed at the inquiry…Pete growled and she was pretty sure she heard Ned gag…how would she ever look her first born in the eye again?

 

She sighed with relief when she felt a blanket cover her widely splayed legs and bejeweled nether lips as tears of mortification sprang to her eyes. Pete’s gentle hands caught her beneath her shoulders and lifted her against his chest.

 

“Are you okay baby?” he asked softly as she felt another hand freeing her heel from the cake so Pete could set her on her feet.

 

She buried her face against his chest as she heard their son chasing the other men out of the house and yelling good-bye.

 

“I’ll never be able to look Neddy in the eye again!” she wailed.

 

Pete laughed, “Sure you will honey.”

 

Nellie straightened, as she glared up at her husband, “Peter Martin this is not funny! Our son saw me naked and he gagged!”

 

Her loving husband snorted, “Our son didn’t gag he was trying to not laugh, he thought it was the most hilarious thing ever.”

 

She gasped, “He was amused by my mortification? Oh no! Pete what if he tells his brother and sister?”

 

Pete winced, “I hate to break this to you Nellie but I’d imagine he called them before he even made it to the car.”

 

Nellie closed her eyes; this was the worst day of her life. “I just wanted to do something sexy for your birthday,” she said with a whine.

 

“I always think your sexy baby,” Pete told her as he gathered her against him.

 

“Peter how can you think of sex at a time like this?” Nellie yelled up at him.

 

The blanket that had wrapped her shoulders was pulled away with no warning, “It might be the fact that your standing here naked with that sweet little slit decked out like a Vegas nightclub.”

 

She blushed, “Do you like it?” Nellie suddenly felt like a shy little girl.

 

“I feel like I need a closer look at the gems decorating my treasure,” he said with a grin.

 

Nellie grinned and moved her thighs apart, revealing the crystals decorating her hoo-hah with the piece de resistance, a giant pink crystal adorning her clit. The woman at Vajazzled had assured her the crystal on her clit would increase her pleasure tenfold.

 

She gasped when Pete’s questing finger found the pink jewel and began working it in a circular motion, “I…ooohhh…Pete!”

 

He dropped to his knees in front of her and spread the crystal wings wide so he could feast on her bounty. His finger continued to work her jeweled clit while his tongue sank deep working in and out of her to catch every drop of her arousal.

 

Nellie’s fingers wound tightly in his hair as she came with a scream grinding her wet slit into his face.

 

“Did you just come without permission little girl?” he asked looking up at her with a stern frown.

 

She shivered as she looked down at him, “Yes sir.”

 

Pete stood and grabbed her by the arm, leading her straight to the cake; he closed the top and then bent her over its white hull. The height of the cake perfect for his purpose as it gave her torso something comfortable to rest on and thrust her butt out ready for his discipline.

 

His hand falling naturally to the small of her back to help her hold position his hand began to pepper her bottom with stinging swats. It had been awhile but it was obviously like riding a bike and Pete quickly found his rhythm, spanking her until her bottom began to wag back and forth in an effort to escape the sting.

 

The minute her little ass wag started his hand began to fall harder and faster until she was gasping and moaning with each swat. Pete brought her bottom from white to pink and from pink to red under his experienced hand.  Nellie found herself pushing her ass out to meet each swat as the heat in her bottom and the wetness between her thighs seemed to grow with every well placed swat.

 

When he delivered five right on top of her wet slit jolting her bejeweled clit Nellie came again with a shocked mewl of pleasure. She heard his pants being unzipped and then she was flipped to her back, Pete’s hands cupping her sore hot ass as he plunged deeply inside.

 

He rode her hard, slamming in and out of her without mercy driving her need higher and higher. Her vajazzled jewels seemed to lose their hold on her mound the harder he took her…the one on her clit seemed to tug right then left almost as if the little gem was sucking on her with every thrust.

 

The resulting sensations sent her from one orgasm straight into another until she could barely breathe. Pete continued to ride her relentlessly until with a roar of pleasure he finally let go filling her with his hot seed. As he ground into her with his release Pete worked the pink crystal for all he was worth sending her into orbit one last time.

 

“Pete!” she wailed as her back bowed and her body locked down on his as if it would milk every last drop of seed possible from him.

 

“I think we’ll keep this cake,” Pete said with a laugh as he pulled from her body, making her gasp at the renewed sensations.

 

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow,” Nellie said with a shaky laugh.

 

“Walking is overrated, maybe we’ll spend the day in bed,” he told her as he helped her off the cake then he froze.

 

“What?” she asked in alarm.

 

“You have sparkly little jewels everywhere,” Pete said picking one from her left breast and another from her shoulder. “How did it get up here?” he asked as he picked another of her right ear lobe.

 

Nellie laughed as she realized he had several on his chin, “Daddy you got vajazzled for your birthday!”

Rescue Me, it’s a free Friday Monday!


I hope everyone had a very happy Monday! Here is my free Friday three days late but it’s a new one! Happy Reading! Don’t forget to check out my new release, Rewriting the Rules! ~Mo

Rescue Me

She stared at the couple sitting across the room…the differential way he had his hand in the small of her back as he seated her…the way he took her hand as he seated himself opposite her…as if he couldn’t bear to be parted from her even the width of the table.

Once he’d done those things for her…made her feel special…encouraged her to divulge her darkest desires…secret things she’d never told anyone out loud.

Then he’d dumped her…ridiculed her…leaving her alone…leaving her empty.

She stiffened her spine…she would not cry…thank goodness her friend Louise had left already. There was no one else to witness this final humiliation. “Please let me get the bill and get out before he sees me,” she whispered quietly to herself.

“Little Kendra,” he was in front of her. Sneering pityingly down at her, “Imagine running in to you here of all places. Found anyone yet willing to beat the crap out of you?”

Kendra felt twin flags of color bloom on her cheeks, mortified by his words. How had she ever thought she loved this person? “I’m not looking for someone to do that.”

“Give up on all your sick fantasies?” Justin asked, clearly enjoying her discomfort.

“Of course she didn’t,” a deeper voice spoke from directly behind her as a large warm hand rested reassuringly on her back. “Sorry it took me so long darling.”

She blinked up at the large well built man leaning down and kissing her cheek before sitting down next to her, “I…it’s okay.”

Dimples appeared on either side of his rakish grin, “It’s never okay to leave a beautiful woman alone love…it can lead to a pest problem.” He said as he looked her ex up and down with distaste. “Who is this?”

Kendra looked up and found her gaze caught in his deep green eyes, suddenly she forgot why she was uncomfortable, “No one important.”

“Did Kenny tell you she wants to be spanked?” Justin asked loudly.

She gasped; she’d never done anything to deserve this treatment but before she could respond that same big hand patted her thigh reassuringly, then pressed firmly as if signaling to hold her peace.

“We have no secrets between us,” he savior said calmly.

“Yet she never told you about me,” her ex said with another sneer.

“Why would she tell me about an insignificant boy who was unable to meet her needs?” Kendra lost a little bit of her heart in that moment.
“Boy?” Justin spluttered incredulously.

“Only a boy plays the cruel games you’ve been engaging in, a man would never behave in such a way towards a lady.” The man stood over Justin and turned back to her dismissing him.

“She wants you to spank her…” Justin said, trying again to embarrass her.

“I may well do it too…Shame on you young lady for ever shedding a tear over this puppy. Shall we go?” he asked as he helped her up from the table.

“I…the check…” Kendra started nervously.

“Is already taken care of,” he lifted her chin so she was looking into his eyes once more and immediately finding herself lost. “It’s time to go home.”

“Yes Sir,” the words felt natural as she allowed him to lead her from the restaurant and Justin’s obnoxious behavior.

She started and found herself ensconced in a luxurious car alone with her handsome rescuer. “I don’t think…”

He grinned, “Trent Hyde, you’re perfectly safe, though if you ever accept a ride from a stranger again I will paddle your ass.”

Kendra blushed, delightful butterflies fluttering in her belly as a warm heat crept between her thighs. “I…umm…”

Trent laughed, “Speechless are you? So I’m guessing you shared your need for discipline with the little boy back there and he didn’t know how to give you what you need so he ran away instead.”

“I was just too much of a freak for him,” she said quietly.

“You are not a freak,” he said firmly. “We all have different needs and totally different turn-ons sexually. You just need a man whose needs dovetail nicely with your own.”

Kendra sighed deeply, “Easier said than done. It’s not exactly the easiest thing to bring up with someone you’re dating.”

“True enough, unless you date someone you know is open to the idea to begin with.” Trent told her.

She grinned and raised an eyebrow at him, “Like you perhaps?”

“Not exactly,” he said.
Kendra was horrified she’d assumed he was a fellow spanko, flushing deeply. “I’m sorry…I just assumed…could you let me out at the next corner please?”

“There is no need to be embarrassed Kendra and no I won’t let you out. I do spank my partners but there is a little more to me than spanking.” Trent explained.

“What do you mean?” she asked, willing to talk with him again now that he said he did spank.

“Do you know what a dominant is?” he asked her.

Heat pooled once more between her thighs, “Like Fifty Shades of Grey.”

Trent gave a longsuffering sigh, “It is a bit of a simplistic way to look at it but I suppose except let me assure you I don’t suffer from any misguided guilt regarding my sexual preferences. I will spank you…I will tie you up…I will deny your orgasm or force you to come over and over again for my pleasure and your own…I will spank you for fun and for discipline and I will suffer no pains of remorse for any of it. Is that something you feel you can handle?”

Kendra was so wet she was afraid she might leave a stain on the seat, “Yes please.”

He drove them straight to his apartment building without another word, helping her out of the car and leading her to the elevator. “You will need a safe word; chose a word you wouldn’t normally say.”

She shivered as she thought of the delicious things that might start happening in the next few minutes. “Xylophone.”

The elevator doors opened and he held out a hand to her, taking a deep breath she placed her hand in his and followed him down the hall to his apartment. Trent opened the door then turned to study her, “Tonight I am going to take it easy on you as I don’t believe you’ve played this game before…if you find this isn’t to your liking simply say your safe word and I will take you home but I am hoping this little experiment will open a whole new world for you; one that you would like to explore with me.”

Kendra stood looking up at him with a soft smile, “I do want to explore.”

Trent grinned and pulled her inside closing the door behind them, “For the rest of our time together you will call me sir. I expect you to answer questions truthfully and respectfully. You also need to understand that I control your pleasure…your pleasure and your pain. Am I understood?”

“Yes,” she said softly, shivering at the dominance in his voice.

“Yes what?” he asked with a raised brow.
“Yes Sir,” Kendra said obediently.

“Very good don’t forget again. Strip,” Trent said firmly.

She blinked, staring at him nervously, “I…ummm…what?”

He grinned, “You heard me young lady. That’s ten for not responding appropriately.”

“Huh?” Kendra asked as shock and desire warred within her.

“Twenty. Either safe word or obey.” Trent said sternly, any trace of humor leaving his expression.

“Yes Sir,” she said as she began to unbutton her skirt and then let it drop to the floor before pulling her silky top over her head and leaving it in a heap with the skirt. Kendra felt the flush filling her face as she unhooked her bra adding it to the pile before hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties and then lowering them with a deep breath. The crotch of her panties was so wet it left a bit of a trail down the inside of her leg as she removed them, with another flush of heat she tucked them beneath her shirt to hide the evidence of her arousal.

Standing up straight once more Kendra studied the floor, hoping he wouldn’t find her naked form wanting.

A low growl came from Trent as she felt him walking around her to study her nude form, “Beautiful,” he said as one long finger came to glide down her spine and over the curve of one full buttock.

Kendra couldn’t contain her shudder as his finger traced her full curves; he moved to stand in front of her that same finger sliding across the tip of her nipple then up her throat to lift her chin so she was meeting his interested gaze.

“I paid you a compliment. What is the appropriate response?” he asked with a raised brow.

She shivered at the look of heat in his eyes, “Thank you Sir.”

Taking her hand once more Trent led her to the couch where he sat down and pulled her down over his thighs. “You have a punishment coming young lady. Thirty swats.”

Kendra lifted her head to look over her shoulder in alarm, “I thought it was twenty.”

“It was…twenty for punishment and another ten because it will please me to turn your pretty ass a nice shade of red.” He told her.

She sighed and relaxed over his lap as his hand rubbed circles over her bottom, it felt so good when he removed his hand Kendra almost whimpered at the loss. It fell on the under curve of her bottom in a swift slap that brought a gasp from her lips. He delivered a matching swat to the other side working his way back and forth until she was writhing over his lap.

“Ten,” he said softly before pulling her body in closer to his then his hand fell once more much harder this time. He delivered five swats in a row to the exact same spot, tears forming by the time the fifth swat fell and then he moved to the other side. “Twenty.” Trent told her as his hand rubbed over the heated flesh of her ass.

“Thank you sir for correcting me,” Kendra surprised them both by saying.

“Good girl, these last ten are for me because I want to push you a little. They will hurt,” he warned her before he began applying his hand even harder than before. This time he counted out each swat. By the time he called out the tenth Kendra was collapsed over his knees crying softly.

Her bottom was on fire but even worse was the insistent throb of her clit and the wetness announcing how very much she’d enjoyed the spanking even though she was crying.

“Open your legs,” he commanded in a dark rich hypnotic voice she felt herself almost compelled to obey.

Kendra moved her thighs apart then moaned loudly when his fingers slipped into her wet heat stroking softly along her slit. He ran a finger from her anus back up between her lips until he was circling her clit slowly.

Mewling cries of pleasure began to slip from her as he continued to tease her, when two fingers slid inside her Kendra bucked her hips to take them deeper as his thumb continued to rub her swollen clit.

The combination of her hot sore bottom and his fingers inside her…on her was more than she could bear, “Please Sir…ohh…please!”

“Come for me now Kendra,” he commanded and she catapulted over the edge into ecstasy with a scream of pleasure as he needy body locked down on his fingers and milked them greedily.

Trent continued to slam his fingers in and out of her even when she tried to shift away, his thumb on her overly sensitive clit suddenly too much, she jerked when his other hand slapped down on her sore bottom six times in a row.

“You will take what I give you,” he said firmly as he continued to overwhelm her with his touch.

“I can’t!” Kendra cried.

This time ten slaps landed right in quick succession driving her arousal impossibly higher, “Who did I tell you was in charge of your pleasure and your pain?”

“You are sir!” she cried, her voice hoarse with arousal.

“That’s right I am and you will come for me again now,” Trent ordered her with another ten slaps to her bottom while he stroked a spot high inside that seemed to magnify her pleasure. Every swat driving his finger against that spot and grind her clit against his thumb until with a scream of surrender she let go and came in an explosion of pleasure that seemed to go on and on.

He continued to work her tender slit as if to wring every ounce of pleasure possible from her spent body until she lay shuddering in the aftermath over his lap unable to do anything but recover.

Then Trent turned her in his arms, cuddling her close as she came down from the orgasms whispering what a good girl she was in her ear.

Finally, able to breathe normally again Kendra sat up, looking up at him in question, “Don’t you need to…?”

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose before shaking his head, “Tonight was about you learning what you need and accepting my responsibility to give it to you.”

“But…,” she frowned but he covered her lips with his fingers to shush her.

“Your pleasure was all the reward I needed tonight.” Trent assured her.

Kendra frowned dubiously, “If you’re sure.”

“Kendra, who is in charge of your pain and pleasure?” he asked.

“You are sir,” was her immediate answer. It pleased him to see that she didn’t hesitate at all anymore.

“Good girl, now get dressed and I will take you home,” Trent instructed.

Kendra reluctantly rose from his arms and went to do as he’s bid her. She’d told him earlier she’d taken the bus to the restaurant so she wouldn’t’ have to worry about driving after having wine. A decision he’d applauded her for.

As she dressed Kendra realized she was completely exhausted…the spanking and the intense orgasms that followed it had wrung every last bit of energy from her form. She also felt lighter and more relaxed that she could ever remember feeling, like the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders.

Trent drove her home and then walked her to her door, “Would you go to dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“I’d love to,” she said with a slight blush.

He laughed, “Yes we’ve gone about things a bit backwards but at least we know we are one hundred percent compatible.”

Kendra laughed, “Without a doubt Sir.”

 

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Excerpt:

“Come here, Aurora,” Donovan said firmly as he continued to follow her every step, effectively herding her toward a corner and barring further retreat.

“I will not! Do I have the word stupid stamped on my forehead?” she asked smartly, as she realized there was nowhere to go. She straightened her spine and glared up at him, pointing her finger at him. “Back off, Mr. Tate!”

“You’d be disappointed if I backed off, little girl,” he told her with a knowing grin that enraged her.

“You’re seriously deluded!” Aurora said scathingly.

Donovan smirked. “You want to feel my hand on your ass so badly your body is quivering. In fact I’d bet money you are dripping wet, your body aching for my dominance.”

She gasped, shocked by his words, but worse was the little pulse beating in her panties as slick heat surrounded her clit giving truth to his words. Angry tears threatened to fall and she moved to slap him again.

“Temper, temper,” he said before catching her firmly by the arm as she made to swing again and let her own forward motion and the slight tug on her arm send her tumbling over his lap as he sat on her sofa.

She started, finding herself over his lap and glanced over her shoulder with alarm. “You can’t spank me!”

Donovan clamped an arm over the small of her back and jerked her sleep pants to her knees, baring a lily white bottom. “Oh, but I can, love, and if you ask me this is long overdue.”

Aurora immediately began bucking over his knee, screaming over her shoulder at him, “You bastard! Let me go right now! You have no right to do this to me!”

She continued to kick and yell at him, knowing this had to stop, she’d worked so hard not to crave this feeling… Aurora had to fight the need to submit to his dominance; that secret part of her she’d thought buried ached so badly it almost made her want to relax her body and take everything he gave her.

In a panic she screamed at him and called him everything but legitimate in a violent effort to suppress her need.

When he ignored her and began methodically slapping his hand down hard on her exposed backside, she shrieked in outrage.

“Aurora, you’ve been allowed to hole up in this house living some sort of half-life for far too long. Someone should have taken you and this situation in hand long ago, but since they didn’t, I guess it falls to me,” he told her matter-of-factly.

His hand continued to fall, so hard and fast she couldn’t keep track of the number of swats. Every swat left her ass feeling like she’d disturbed a nest of angry bees. Aurora began to buck, not to scream at him but in genuine effort to avoid the next swat.

No matter which way she rocked her poor bottom his hand still unerringly found its target, leaving her gasping in dismay as the heat in her seat continued to build. Her movements became more and more jerky as the spanking continued, her will to resist beginning to crumble under his onslaught.

“Are you beginning to see reason?” Donovan asked her as he continued to slap his hard palm down in no discernible rhythm.

“I’m beginning to see that you are the biggest dickwad in the free world!” she yelled in a last-ditch effort to hang onto her anger.

“Not quite ready I see,” he said and to her dismay his hand began to fall even harder, concentrating the smacks in one spot several times in a row before shifting to another spot to give it the same attention.

Aurora howled in outrage at the unfairness of the situation.

Soon her bottom was on fire and her shrieks of outrage changed to cries of pain and her insults to pleas… but still his hand continued to fall until with a sob of defeat Aurora collapsed over his lap, submitting to the punishment with soft, heartbroken sobs.

“Are you ready to listen to reason?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said softly.

Ten swats harder than before landed directly on her sit spots in quick succession, then he rested his hand lightly on her throbbing red bottom. “Are you going to apologize for your rudeness?”

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry for the way I’ve been behaving,” Aurora said contritely; her poor ass was on fire and she was ready to say anything to end the spanking.

“Good girl,” he praised her and she frowned at the warmth that filled her chest. She didn’t want to feel warmth or anything else for this man. She was shocked when he stood her in the corner with her pants still around her knees and her red ass on display.

“Oh, hell no!” Aurora snapped as she started to turn around, only to be stopped by a firm grasp on her arm and a series of swats on the under curve of her ass that made her swing her hips in a futile effort to avoid them. Tears of embarrassment coursed down her cheeks as she found herself back in the corner with her nose firmly planted.

“Now while you think about how this meeting could have gotten off to a better start, I’m going to sit down and go over the edits you sent last night at three in the morning. Apparently we need to get you on a better sleep schedule too; that’s entirely too late for you to be up writing,” he said firmly as he sat back down.

Aurora kept her own counsel as she stood in the corner plotting revenge. Donovan might have the upper hand now but sooner or later he’d leave and once he was out of her home he’d never get back in again—even if she had to buy several vicious pit bulls and a killer raptor or at least a bloodthirsty parrot.

Come by my blog today and get Captivated by Jaye Peaches

Blurb:
Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.

Her confusion intensifies when a man—who apparently believes she is his wife—suddenly knocks on the door and scolds her for spending so much time by herself in the bedroom. To top it all off, it quickly becomes clear that the man has some very specific, very old-fashioned ideas regarding the proper way a husband should deal with a disobedient bride.

In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.

It isn’t long before she earns herself a punishment, and when he reddens her backside and then takes her hard and thoroughly she is left spent and satisfied. But knowing she could find herself back in her own body at any moment, can she dare to fall in love?

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

Excerpt:
David moved toward the bench and rested his elbows on it. His smooth features maintained their relaxed appearance. The man was perfectly at home in the room. “Tell me about your fantasies.”
Anna’s stomach churned itself into knots. “I can’t.” She cringed. “They’re so… embarrassing.”
“When I spoke of mine, I mentioned the abduction fantasy and you were ambivalent in response. Was that you trying to be Henrietta or yourself?”
He’d noticed. She hoped he might deep down, but at the time, she wanted him to think Henrietta hated the idea. “I’m intrigued,” she said, not wanting to commit to an answer.
“I ask, because my fantasies are dark. Too dark for you. So I think whatever you’re embarrassed about is probably not likely to shock me. So close your eyes and just say a few things. Don’t judge yourself too harshly.”
She swayed, fluttering her eyelids, quite unprepared to divulge her life’s secrets. “I suppose I want to be spanked. Obviously,” she stuttered.
“Go on,” he said quietly.
“Except. It doesn’t feel right.”
“Why?”
“Because in order to be spanked, I have to be naughty. A brat. The kind of girl you’d not like. I know it sounds crazy, ‘cos it does to me, but I want a naughty girl spanking without the guilt.” Her eyes sprang open and she expected to see him shaking his head, or some other negative expression. Instead, he had a soft smile on his face.
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Author Bio:
I’m an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

This week’s free story and a naughty excerpt from Rewriting the Rules!

Good morning everyone! I am  a few days late with this week’s free story and it’s another repeat. Next week I promise you shall have a new one, this week just got away from me. I have also included a hot excerpt for my new book Rewriting the Rules! Happy reading! ~Mo

Fantasy Fulfilled

She sighed as she leaned in to study her newly made up face in the vanity mirror. Then with a sultry smile over her bared shoulder, she looked back at the man she had tied to her four poster bed.

“Do you think it’s too much, Lover?”

He frowned and pulled at the silken bonds holding his wrists, “I think enough is enough. My tolerance for this little game is wearing thin, young lady.”

She pulled an artful pout, “You didn’t like the show?”

His eyes ran the length of her studied pose. The old fashioned silk taffeta number seemed to slide away from her skin in strategic areas, exposing her full round bottom and slender back to his gaze. Her every movement seemed to reveal another inch of creamy white skin.

He groaned when she added a shrug to her pout and the pink fabric slipped completely off her shoulder and gave a tantalizing view of one rounded breast.

“Tory, I said enough! Untie me.”

She stood and the rest of her outfit pooled at her feet. A slow smile graced her features as she turned to face him proudly, “Oh Lover, the games haven’t even begun.”

His throat went dry as she walked towards the bed. Her full breasts seemed whiter somehow, her nipples pointing demandingly at him with every step, tightening with every sway and bounce. He loved the way her waist nipped in neatly, it seemed to exaggerate the full swell of her hips below, and her slightly rounded tummy…the way her neatly trimmed mound was framed by her thighs…he wanted her.

He wanted all of her…in every way imaginable and he didn’t want to wait for her…he wanted to take her…to make her gasp with pleasure as he thrust deep and reminded her who was in charge.

He grew painfully hard as thoughts of mastering her swirled through his mind. So focused on the fantasy he was weaving he was almost surprised to find her standing next to him with a wicked grin on her face.

“Don’t you want to play my game?” her tongue came out to lick her full moist lips as she leaned down to run a finger lightly down the center of his chest.

“You’re going to regret this later if you don’t untie me this instant, Victoria.”
She placed her mouth over his and kissed him deeply, her tongue tangling all too briefly with his own before she pulled away.

She laughed when he groaned and tried to follow, gently pushing him back down, “I don’t think so Lover.”

The bed gave as she climbed up next to him, looking down at his naked body like he was a feast and she couldn’t decide what to eat first.

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard only to gasp in surprise when her felt her warm mouth close over his right big toe.

His eyes flew open to see that she’d straddled his legs, her round and full ass facing him with her legs slightly parted, hinting at the secrets that lay between them as she sucked his toe deep into her mouth and then swirled her tongue lightly around it. His shaft hardened more at the thought of her mouth there taking him deep.

He pulled at his hands wanting badly to grab her.

Her throaty chuckle filled the air as she felt the bed sway with his movements, “Liked that did you?”

She watched him over her shoulder as she sat up and ran her finger nails lightly up the insides of his legs.

He stiffened in anticipation only to be disappointed when she stopped just short of touching him where he most wanted to be touched.

She turned to face him and began kissing her way up his body; she started at his belly studiously avoiding his straining erection.

He tossed restlessly on the bed as tiny nibbling kisses were placed along his chest; the air nearly left his lungs when her small white teeth caught his flat nipple and tugged gently before laving it with her tongue.

“Oh God! Tory!”

“Is it good?” she asked, as her lips hovered once more above his own.

“Yess…,” he was surprised to hear his breath come out in a hissing gasp similar to the ones he usually brought from her.

She pressed her mouth tightly to his and sucked his tongue into her mouth alternating between stroking it with her own and sucking on it.

Then with a sigh of regret she pulled away once again, “That was lovely but I still have more work to do.”

Once again she turned to straddle him, this time placing her bottom a few inches in front of his face. He nearly came undone when her finger ran teasingly up the length of his cock.

She leaned in and blew softly on the head, smiling to herself as it jerked in response. Then she took the tip into her mouth running her tongue around the head before taking it deep.

His hips thrust helplessly upwards in response.

She savored him, enjoying his taste…her control.

When she knew he was close she stopped, climbing completely off him and the bed.

He cried out in disbelief, “Tory! You can’t stop there!”

“Well of course I can dear, I need to freshen up my lipstick,” she told him with a saucy wink.

He watched from where he lay helplessly bound as she did just that before turning back to study him.

“Do you want more, Lover?”

“You know I do.”

She swayed her hips enticingly as he returned to the side of the bed, “Are you sure?” She asked, as she ran another teasing finger up his chest.

“Damn it Tory…this has gone far enough!”

“But there’s so much farther to go.”

He alternately threatened, cursed, begged and pleaded as she brought him to the brink of orgasm again and again.

When she finally straddled him and took him deep his relief was so profound he cried out.

She sighed in pleasure and then frowned; this wasn’t going to get it. She’d so enjoyed teasing him but she’d teased herself right along with him and now she wanted him…no she needed him…deep and hard.

She rose up off him and untied his hands and feet.

The bed exploded in motion, but instead of taking her where she knew they both wanted to go, he flipped her neatly face down across his thighs.

“Wait Jacob! Can’t we do this later?”

“I’ve waited long enough Victoria!” then his hand connected to her white bottom with a satisfying smack.

They both gasped at the sound.

His hand began to fall in a relentless rhythm bringing her bottom to a bright red hue; then his hand ran lightly over the well-heated surface, his fingers lightly grazing the cleft between her cheeks. “Did you enjoy being a tease Tory?”

She panted and bucked back against his hand, “You know I did.”

He smiled as he eyed his handiwork, sending a finger deep in one strong thrust and enjoying her gasped response.

She moaned as he played her like an instrument, he always knew just how and where to stroke her to send her to the edge.

She whimpered when he pulled away and lifted her from his lap, “Jacob!” She wailed.

“Soon my sweet,” she needed very little urging to get up on her hands and knees next to him.

She looked back over her shoulder about to ask what was taking him so long only to cry out in dismay as when she saw him reaching to retrieve the wooden hairbrush from the bedside table.

“No Jacob!”

He caught her easily around the waist as she made a half hearted effort to escape, “Yes Tory.”

The brush bounced off her already tender bottom with a resounding crack.

She cried out as the sound was quickly followed by several more. Soon the only sounds in the room were the brush meeting her bottom and the whimpering cries it brought from her throat.

She screamed…no longer sure if it was from the stinging pain or the frustration of unfulfilled desire.
When her bottom was on fire the brush landed on the bed next to her head.

She looked back at him, tears on her cheeks, “Please…oh please…”

Then he was there…pounding into her just like she wanted…deep and hard.

It was a frenzied loving, both reaching the stars in a matter of moments and collapsing into a heap of arms and legs on the bed.

He pulled her tight into his body pressing his face into her hair; God how he loved this woman.

She grabbed his arm pulling it tightly around her as she pressed her flaming behind into his stomach; Lord she adored him.

She pressed a kiss into his hand.

He smiled sleepily into her hair, “What do you want to do tomorrow night?”

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Now for the excerpt from Rewriting the Rules!

Blurb:

Ever since her last relationship ended in heartbreak, things have been going downhill for romance novelist Aurora Kane. Determined to revive Aurora’s career, her publisher Donovan Tate decides to take matters into his own hands.

Upon visiting Aurora at home and finding her wallowing in misery, Donovan makes it clear that he will be taking charge of her life, whether she likes it or not. When she tests his resolve, he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her hard and thoroughly, and she cannot help begging for more as Donovan brings her to a quivering, shameful climax after the punishment.

Donovan’s bold dominance and masterful lovemaking rekindle Aurora’s passion and inspire her writing in a way nothing else has before, but painful memories of the past still lurk in her mind. Can she dare to hope that this love story will have a happy ending?

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

Excerpt:

Donovan grinned as he pulled almost free of her body then slammed home again; Aurora just clutched the couch with a mewling cry. She’d scream for him by the time he was finished with her.

He continued withdrawing almost completely and slamming back inside to the hilt until she began to quiver around him again. Then he shifted his angle until he found a spot deep inside that made her moan a little louder as he drove deep.

He pressed hard against her and rotated his hips so the head of his cock ground against that little spot. Soon her cries were louder and her thighs were shivering as the orgasm built.

The little scream she gave when she came was better but still not what he wanted to hear. Donovan withdrew until just the head of his cock was inside her and pulled her hips out from the couch as he pressed her legs together.

He almost groaned out loud when he pushed back inside; she was an impossibly snug fit this way. Aurora felt the difference too as she yelled her pleasure loudly. He began going hard and fast, taking her so deep that each time he was in to the hilt, his upper thighs slammed against her well spanked bottom with a slap.

Donovan planned to show her no mercy, she needed this… and he found he needed it almost as much as she did.

He rode her at a relentless pace, until once again she came undone; this time hard shudders racked her body as she shouted her pleasure. He grinned and spread her wide again; now it was his turn. Donovan pounded in and out of her like a jackhammer until she screamed his name one last time and her pulsing sheath locked down on him like she’d never let him go, triggering his own orgasm and milking him dry.

Her body was still squeezing him, clamped tightly around his cock as he pulled free with a groan of pleasure. Aurora lay over the arm of the couch like a rag doll; Donovan lifted her to stand in front of him.

It was obvious she had trouble standing on shaky legs, so he eased her down onto the couch. She looked up at him with pleasure-glazed eyes and he grinned, tucking a blanket around her. Right now her features were soft and open… submissive.

Donovan leaned down until they were almost nose to nose. “I don’t ever want to hear what we do between us described as fucking again.”

She blinked. “I… well… it… ummm…”

“You’re trying to use it for distance. I’m onto your tricks, little girl, so it won’t work. Next time I punish you, there will not be orgasms on the menu, understand?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Yes, sir,” she said softly, looking away pensively. Then her eyes came back to his, tears filling them again and her chin quivering. “What do you want from me?”

“Everything… everything you are, everything you will be… everything and then some,” Donovan told her resolutely, pressing a kiss to her forehead before fastening his pants and then lifting her high in his arms and sitting back down with her cuddled on his lap.

Aurora stiffened at first then sighed deeply and relaxed into him with her face buried in his neck.

He smiled and rubbed her back, luxuriating in the feel of her in his arms. She fit like she belonged.

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