Libby Campbell is visiting today with an awesome looking spanking romance! I have it loaded next on my Kindle. 🙂
The position I was in was a bit unbalanced, being so high off the ground so he held me firm with his left hand. Then he spanked with his right. Each blow burned like fire.
Smack smack smack.
“I didn’t hear any counting.”
“One-two-three,” I said, feeling tearful already. The tears weren’t so much from the spanking, although it hurt. Humiliation at being caught in bad behavior made me feel wretched. I deserved the spanking. I had all but sent him a text asking for it. Maybe that was what made it so bad, the guilt. I needed it and he knew it.
“As I said, I planned to escalate my methods to the belt only tonight. However, thanks to your defense attorney you have a slight reprieve. You will receive twenty strokes by hand, but I’m not holding back my power now, so they’re going to sting.”
I moaned, a guttural, begging sound. It’s hard to be articulate in that position. Not that the most eloquent of arguments would have swayed him.
“I know you’re tender from the weekend. But count yourself lucky that you will have only one good strike from the belt tonight. That leaves nine strokes on the slate, provided you don’t earn any more. Tomorrow morning when I get home from my run, I expect to find you showered and ready for one stroke. You will have one every morning and every evening until the penalty has been fully paid. I’m using the belt to demonstrate that wherever we are, I am always equipped to deal with your most extreme behavior. I trust this will be a sufficient reminder. Now let’s get it over with.”
He spanked slowly, long breaks between every searing blow. I must have looked like a fish on the line the way my body hopped and wriggled with each stroke. But, through a determination I didn’t think I possessed, I kept my fingertips pressed to the ground. What he was doing was intolerable, almost. Tears ran down my face, into my hair and I cried for him to stop. He did, but only long enough to remind me of what had delivered me there.
“You will not drink without my permission.”
“You will carry your cell phone whenever we are apart.”
“You will be less sarcastic.”
After what seemed an eternity, he reached stroke number twenty. It might have been twenty minutes. It might have been twenty hours. How does a person measure time in such a situation? His body shifted slightly as he picked up the belt. He dragged it across my buttocks.
Sadie is the perfect woman for Simon, if only she can learn to obey his rules.
When feisty Sadie Donohue meets Simon Jacobson at a New Year’s Eve party, she thinks it’s a chance encounter, but not all is as it seems. Simon is a busy executive who prefers to be the master of his own destiny.
Over dinner the next night his authoritative personality starts to emerge. Always one to question authority, Sadie rebuffs his gentle suggestions for more polite behavior with a lively, sharp wit. Simon is amused but unmoved.
If Sadie wants to continue seeing him she must accept his rules. Rules that will be reinforced by spankings when she fails to comply.
A strong, independent woman, Sadie struggles with his demands. A tragedy from Simon’s past makes him more determined than ever to make her obey. Their worlds collide.
This romance, set in cold climes of Canada, is warmed with frequent spankings.
(Rating: NC 17)
About the author
Libby Campbell lives on the West Coast with her husband of over twenty-five years. She reads a lot and loves books that feature strong, independent women engaged in hand-to-butt combat with funny, sexy men.
Her favorite pastimes are dancing, baking, and hiking with her husband.
Libby reads and writes for pure escapism. If you like her books, she hopes you will leave a review – it will help her write the next one.