Welcome to the Spring Fling Blog Hop, hosted by Jane Wakely! Thanks, Jane for putting this together!
With the weather the way it has been lately, this is the perfect timing to heat things up with some red hot romance. Love is in the air! Happy Spring!
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Have fun hopping! And when you finish, go back to http://hopswithheart.blogspot.com/2014/03/spring-fling-blog-hoptoday-thru-sunday.html to enter the raffle copter for one of the amazing main prizes! (One is a Kindle Fire!)
For today’s hop, I decided to keep it short and use an excerpt from a contemporary spanking romance I am currently writing.
The main character (Claire) is having a heart to heart with her boyfriend / coach (Nick) after putting herself in a dangerous situation after a miscommunication.
Claire fidgeted with her mug, “What happened with Morgan?” She wasn’t sure she could bear the answer if he told her that he had really spanked Morgan. But she needed him to tell her, at least so she could get some closure.
“Claire, honey, nothing happened between Morgan and me. She came to talk me into taking her back on the team. Then she explained that she had heard me spanking you in my office. Do you remember that day?”
Claire nodded, feeling her face flush at the memory. She had reacted poorly to Morgan’s manipulations, and Nick gave her first real spanking.
“She was just, I don’t know, being Morgan. She spanked herself, and asked me if I wanted to spank her. I only touched her arm, to tell her to stop and leave. I did not touch, or spank, any part of her body.”
“Of course,” he raised his eyebrow, and added, “You are the only woman I want to spank.”
He grinned suggestively, “I love it when you wiggle over my lap, pressing against my cock. I like making you pink and warm. I like the way you moan and get wet.”
He took her coffee from her, placing them both on the side table, and pulled her over to sit on his lap. He took her chin in his fingers, and pulled her up to meet his eyes. She felt consumed by his power, his authority, and his strength.
“I like to spank you. It turns me on, and I am pretty sure,” he grinned, “it turns you on as well.”
She felt her cheeks heat, and she wiggled on his lap, feeling his hard length pressing into her.
“Now, do you understand, clearly, without question, how I feel about spanking you?”
She nodded, and swallowed.
“There is No. One. Else that I want to spank, but you. I love you. Do you understand that?”
She felt the tears in her eyes as she nodded, and threw herself into his arms. “I love you too!”
He held her in his arms for a while, before finally releasing her. “Now, let’s talk about your little run last night.”
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