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Ashe Barker stops by with an orgasmic excerpt

 

I am a brand new Ashe Barker groupie. Holy cow, the woman can write! So you can guess how excited I am that she has stopped by to talk about two of my favorite things: competitive sports (The Tour De France), and beautiful eroticism. Yep, they do go together. You’ll see 😉

Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

Take it away, Ashe:

 

Hi there Katherine and thank you for welcoming me to your blog. I’m here chatting about Spirit, my newest release from Stormy Night.

Much of the story takes place against the backdrop of Le Grand Départ, the start of the Tour de France cycle race which in the summer of 2014 took place in Yorkshire. Maybe took place is the wrong description, took over is closer to the mark. It was a massive occasion, and I suspect the sheer scale of the event, and the audience it attracted, took most of us by surprise. One of the features I most enjoyed though was the way we saw bits of artwork popping up all over the moorland landscape as the race got nearer. Farmers decorated their fields, and their sheep, in the race colours. Everywhere along the route was decorated with the iconic yellow bicycles.

We saw specially designed crop circles, painted cows, and of course iconic sculptures. Most of these pieces were transient and have now gone, though a few remain. One of these more permanent sculptures is featured in Spirit, and gave me the title of the book.

 

Here’s the blurb…

When Matthew Logan offers a homeless young woman a bed for a few nights, he expects the girl to eat, sleep, recover from the flu, and then move on. Instead, in no time at all eighteen-year-old Beth Harte has captured his affections completely. Though Matt wants only to protect her and has no intention of sleeping with her, Beth has other ideas, and she proves to be very persuasive.

But after Beth is attacked by a friend of Matt’s and subsequently learns for the first time that Matt is an experienced dominant, she is unable to separate the man she is growing to care about from her hateful memories of previous exploitation. Confused and frightened, she runs away.

Almost six years pass before Matt sees Beth again, and in that time his vulnerable little waif has reinvented herself as an artist. Now she has a stunning proposition for him and his environmental engineering company: to collaborate on a project fusing art and science to promote one of the most prestigious sporting events in the world. But when Matt demands to know what went wrong before, she tells him the truth, both about her childhood and about his friend’s actions.

Matt is determined to make Beth’s abusers pay for their crimes, but he’s also not about to let her run away from him again. Can Beth bring herself to trust Matt despite her fears and give him the chance to love her and show her the pleasures of being his submissive, or will the wounds of her past keep her from trusting anyone ever again?

Publisher’s Note: Spirit is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

And of course a sexy excerpt, to whet your appetite.

 “Keep still a moment, if you can.” He murmurs the words as he presses something hard and unrelenting past my opening. The vibrator slides in easily, my own juices throwing down the welcome mat. There’s a delightful sensation as Matt’s fingers rim my inner lips, embedding the toy deep inside me, then I let out a keening cry as the vibrations start. It’s both glorious and alien, a pulsing deep inside me that I can’t control, that I can only feel, experience. The bullet is in direct contact with my inner walls, sending deep tremors through my nervous system. All the signals seem to head direct to my poor, swollen clit, and I’m ready to scream if he doesn’t do something, anything, to put me out of my misery.

Suddenly his hands are not on me any more. He steps away to hitch a hip on the balcony rail at my side. I turn my face to him, ready to plead, to threaten, to promise anything.

“Hush, love. Don’t talk unless it’s to say red or yellow. Just feel. Concentrate on holding that bullet inside you. Don’t let it slip, you need to squeeze it. Hard.”

I do as he says, and the sensation becomes so intense I want to let go, to relax. But I know if I do, if I drop the toy, I’ll get no orgasm. I want it now, need it, but restrained as I am I have to wait for him to give it to me, that sweet friction against my throbbing, needy clit.

“Sir, you promised, if I held on to it that you’d be stroking my clit. Please Sir, I need it, you…”

“Okay, as you’ve asked so nicely. And you are doing as you’re told so beautifully.”

He leans forward and reaches under me to scrape his fingernail across the tip of my clit, the merest, most delicate of caresses but it sends shock waves through my entire body. I stiffen, every nerve ending on red alert, reaching out for the next touch, greedy for it, desperate for it.

“Again?” He is circling my clit now, his fingers gentle but maddening as they avoid my most sensitive spot.

“Yes. Don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop again.”

“I haven’t stopped, just off target. Do you mean me to touch you here…?” He adjusts his angle just enough to bring the pad of his finger into contact with the base of my clit. He strokes around it, long and slow and tantalisingly close. I’m almost there, just another moment, a little more.

“Or would you prefer this, perhaps?” He shifts suddenly to kneel behind me. I instinctively lift my bum more and spread my legs wider. He uses his thumbs to fully expose my clit. Then, he takes it between his lips and he sucks it.

“Christ, I – aaagh! My orgasm is instantaneous and so powerful it would have brought me to my knees but for the ropes securing me to the rail, and Matt’s shoulders between my thighs holding me up. My body shakes as the waves of sensation punch my nervous system into a quivering wreckage, the aftershocks alone still strong enough to make me groan with pure pleasure.

At last it stops, my scrambled senses start to gather again and I become aware of my surroundings. I open my eyes and attempt to focus on Matt’s hallway several feet below. His tongue is still flicking my clit, but more slowly now, leisurely, drawing me back into this moment of shared intimacy. He draws back and stands, leaning over me to whisper in my ear.

“Well done, love. You didn’t drop it.”

“What? Drop what?”

“Our little toy. You can let me have it now though.”

“Oh, okay, how should I…”

Allow me.” He parts the lips of my pussy and inserts two fingers to grasp the end of the vibrator. It’s still throbbing as he pulls it out. He says nothing more as he inserts one slick finger into my arse. My sated, relaxed state makes the penetration easier, and I’m beyond any shred of modesty or resistance. Shit hot screaming orgasms can have that effect, I’m learning. Has he more in store for me?

 

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You can grab a copy of Spirit from wherever you like to buy your ebooks

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More about Ashe Barker

I’ve been writing seriously for about two years but I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, erotic and other genres. I love reading historical and contemporary romances in all pairings – the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

My stories are often set in the north of England where I live but I draw inspiration from all over. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. But ultimately my tales of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of my own lurid and smutty imagination.

On the rare occasions I’m not writing my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel. I’m a rural parish councillor too.

My other titles are many and varied, and include the ‘Black Combe’ trilogies, The Dark Side, Sure Mastery, The Hardest Word and A Richness of Swallows, all set in the atmospheric moorland of West Yorkshire or Cumbria and with a strong BDSM theme. My stand alone novels are The Three Rs, Chameleon, Red Skye at Night, and Faith but this list grows all the time. The Widow Is Mine is a full length medieval erotic romance which I wrote for The Conquered Brides collection. I’ve also written several short stories, including Re-Awakening, a raunchy pirate tale, Right of Salvage, and a MM story, Bodywork, which was included in the Amazon best-selling collection Brit Boys on Boys. You can find all my stories on my author page on Amazon.

I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and I’m on Facebook, and twitter too. And more recently on Tsu

 

Edging – Orgasm Denial

I’m making excellent progress on the new book, and am getting soooooo excited to send this to my beta readers! Which means I am still laying low for the rest of the week. Then I have been promised access to my beloved Facebook and blog. mmmm, my prrrrrrecious.  😉

For now, I have another really awesome friend stopping by. Renee Rose is taking over my blog for the day to talk about “edging” or orgasm control. (This is so hot!) Thanks for stopping by. ❤

Take it away, Renee 🙂

Renee Rose’s First Experience with Edging

by Renee Rose

I came to the realization a year or two ago that I’m always waiting, during sex for the green light to orgasm. I think biologically it makes sense. As a female, I am the receptor, so my orgasm should come just after his for the best chances of conception. (It took me several years of trying to conceive, so believe me, I studied up on doing everything exactly right).

Since I apparently am naturally giving control to my husband for when I orgasm, I told him I thought it would be fun if we played with edging or orgasm denial.  I told him a couple times, and he sort of filed it away for later.

Recently, he took me over the arm of the sofa for an afternoon session (we do our best work while the kids are at school). He spanked me and then he entered me from behind.  And then he walked away without either of us getting off.

May I just tell you that I did not find it the least bit sexy?  I found it infuriating.  All that sexual energy turned to frustration in about five seconds flat.  I was stomping around the house like a grouchy bear.  It wasn’t an exciting form of domination, as far I was concerned. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to be allowed to get off, period.

The reward did come later. I can’t remember exactly– I think it was only an hour or two, but it seemed like forever.  My husband re-emerged from whatever task he’d been doing, taking me this time bent over the bed and….oh yeah.  It was good. The wait did heighten the orgasmic experience.  I went from bitter to butter (the melty kind) immediately.

According to wikipedia, Orgasm control, also referred to as edging, peaking, or surfing, is a sexual technique which may be practiced either alone or with a partner and involves the maintenance of a high level of sexual arousal for an extended period of time without reaching orgasm. Since orgasm control prolongs the experience of powerful sexual sensations occurring during the final build-up to orgasm, the physical demands of being kept or keeping oneself in this highly excited state for an extended time can induce a pleasurable, almost euphoric state, and at times creates changes within an individual’s perceived consciousness.

Orgasm control can involve either sex partner being in control of the other partner’s orgasm, or a person delaying their own orgasm during sexual activity with a partner or by masturbation. To experience orgasm control, any method of sexual stimulation can be used.

In The Knight’s Seduction, Sir Barrett’s new wife suffered an early trauma with a man, and is terrified to have sex with him. He strikes a deal with her that sets into motion a beautiful execution of extended edging.  Here’s how it all begins:

“Daisy, I propose we make a bargain.”

She looked wary.

“I give you my word, I will not couple with you. Not until you ask—nay, beg me to.” And he did intend to make her beg. Bringing a lover to the edge while denying her release would have her on her knees eventually.

She made a scoffing sound. “I’m quite certain I would die first.”

“Aye,” he said, “You have proven your willingness to die. But wait—I have not finished. You will offer me your body, that I may teach you the pleasure of passion, and that you may learn to pleasure me—all without engaging in the actual act of consummation.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “I do not understand.”

“There is more than one way to find pleasure with a woman or a man. I propose to leave out the one that gives you trouble, if you will allow me to teach you the others.”

Her blue-green eyes widened, but the wariness had gone. She studied him, as if measuring the meaning of his words. “Will it hurt?”

He gave a decisive shake of his head. “Never,” he promised. He opened his mouth, ready to launch into a long treatise on pleasure, but she nodded her head.

“Yes.”

He hid his surprise. “Yes? You will agree?”

“I know not why, but I do trust you, Sir Barr—I mean, Bear.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I’m honored. There is one more small thing you must promise me.”

“What is it?”

“You will not pleasure yourself. You will only come to me to learn of pleasure.”

She gave a short laugh. “You need not worry about that.”

He lifted a brow. “You do not pleasure yourself?”

She lifted her chest. “Certainly not. Do you?”

You might guess that she does end up trying to pleasure herself, and is punished for it.  But here is a little taste of her first pleasure, delivered by Sir Barrett:

He took a bit of butter fat on one finger and slid it between her legs.

She jumped, her legs and torso stiffening, her thighs clamping together.

“Easy, girl. This quim is mine now. I will keep my word, you must keep yours.” He wriggled his finger  between her tightened legs. He had asked for lubricant because he feared it may take him some time to coax out a response, but he found her folds slick and plump. He nearly groaned at the sweetness of it. “There,” he said, his voice rough. “it’s not so bad, is it?”

She whimpered.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

She did not move.

He delivered four more slaps to her quivering bottom. “I said, open your legs for me, Daisy.” He waited.

After a moment, her thighs parted, but only by a finger-width.

“More. Spread them.”

“Sir Barrett…” Her voice sounded plaintive.

“Yes?”

“Nothing—I don’t know.” Her legs opened a little further.

He smiled. He hoped he’d stoked her fire and she was experiencing the discomfort of sexual tension.

The Conquered Brides Collection

When the castle they called home is besieged and ultimately falls, five women are captured and carried off as wives by their foes. Will they be treated as no more than the spoils of war, or can their new lords prove themselves worthy of the love and submission of their conquered brides?
The Conquered Brides is a five-book collection featuring brand-new titles from five top erotic romance authors: Ashe Barker, Sue Lyndon, Dinah McLeod, Korey Mae Johnson and Renee Rose.

The Knight’s Seduction by Renee Rose
Avowed to never again yield to a man’s ill-treatment, Lady Daisy stands ready to fight to the death when her castle is sacked. The imposing knight Sir Barrett has other ideas, however, and to her dismay, Daisy soon finds herself not only disarmed, but soundly spanked as well. Sir Barrett takes her as his captive bride, but when she shows real terror at the prospect of consummating their marriage, he offers her a bargain. She will offer her body to him and accept the pleasurable torments he inflicts, but he will not claim her fully until she aches for it so badly she begs him. Certain she will do no such thing, Daisy agrees, but can she resist the knight’s seduction?

Buy Links: Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, All Romance Ebooks

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Renee Rose / Darling Adams is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink. She can be found on:

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Sat Spanks – Self Spanking Marathon!

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Spank or Treat 2013 is here at last!

I am very excited to be an Ambassador of the hop this year. To add my own touch of spank or treat fun to the excitement I am giving away TWO gift certificates to Blushing Books!

To enter all you have to do is read my Saturday Spanks post below & reply to the question at the end. To earn an additional entry, you can subscribe to my blog by email which can be found on the right sidebar of my blog. Be sure to confirm your subscription with the confirmation that will be sent to you via email.

Good luck and happy Spank or Treating!

To visit the other participating blogs click here! Don’t forget to visit the other Ambassadors that are hosting their own giveaway as well! 

Corinne Alexander is giving away a paddle from Cane-iac!

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Welcome to the marathon edition of Saturday Spanks!

LOL, we are not running 26.2 miles today. But in honor of the Spank or Treat blog Hop, the submission limit has been increased to 2K.

So I get to share a WHOLE scene with you instead of just 8 sentences.  And it just so happens that my main character is a Marathoner, so if the shoe fits…

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This scene takes place in Claire’s apartment, the evening after her first punishment spanking from Nick.  Claire is confused by her reaction – she liked the effect it had on her, and wants more.   When he calls to check on her, she explains that she misses the feeling that came from being over his knee, and expresses her loneliness.  He suggests a solution to meet her needs.  A self spanking, directed by him over the phone.

Here is the full kinky scene. Hope you enjoy!

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Oh my God. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. This was so sudden, so scary, so unbelievably arousing.  He was going to talk her through her first self spanking.   Even though this would be nothing like having him really there, giving her that look–the one where he raised one eyebrow and tightened his lips–or touching her skin, bringing heat to her bottom, this would be fun. And maybe she would touch herself later to help her get her through the night.

“Are you listening to me, young lady?” His disembodied voice carried from the middle of her bed.  He sounded angry, deadly serious.  If she didn’t know he was playing a role, she would be shaking in her jammies right now.

She couldn’t help giggling. This was kind of unnerving and exciting. “Sorry, what did you say?” she grinned at the phone.

“Naughty young ladies who don’t pay attention, get punished, Claire.” He paused and in a silken voice, emphasizing each word, he said, “Bend. Over. The. Bed.”

She swallowed hard and jumped to comply.

“Arms straight, hands reaching for the other end.”

She stretched out, and placed her palms on the top of her pink paisley coverlet, wondering if he could hear her loud exhales.

“Close your eyes, and listen.” He directed and she obeyed.

CRACK!

Her eyes flew open, and she choked on a breath. She flinched again, when the loud thud repeated over her phone, right next to her head.

“That is a wooden hairbrush,” he explained casually.  “I’m striking my palm, but we are going to pretend this is your naughty bottom.”

Claire mewled and felt her heart rate increase.

“Pull your pants and panties down right below your cheeks, Claire.”

“Ok.” She yanked her panties down, and got stuck before remembering to grab the waist band of her pants. She finally got them both pulled down, and felt the cool air rushing to her cheeks and in between her legs.  Cool moisture dripped down her thighs.

“Straighten your legs, and press your bottom out. Way out.”

She pushed her bottom out, arched her back, and licked her dry lips. She felt so vulnerable. If he was there, he would be able to see everything, every bit of her aching, wet, throbbing lower body.  She trembled with excitement, and told him she was in position.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Stroke your bottom, pat it gently, just like I would if I was there right now rewarding you for your obedience.”

Her legs starting shaking as she reached back and patted herself. That word, obedience. It shouldn’t have that effect on her, but she would worry about that later.

“Now, put your hands back on the bed, and prepare to listen to the first part of your spanking.”

For some reason, the word “spanking” was having a massive effect on her. She hoped he would keep talking like this.

“Close your eyes, and picture me picking up this heavy, wooden hairbrush, preparing to use it on your perfectly white little bottom. It’s not going to stay white for long, young lady.”

She gasped and wiggled her bottom, pretending he was behind her. She could feel his warmth next to her, and hear his deep breaths above her semi-prone position.  She pictured the stern look in his eyes.  She loved this feeling of him dominating her – even though he was miles away.

“I’m going to spank you so long, and so hard, you won’t sit for a week.”  She heard the crack of the brush against his hand, and she jumped.

“Your naughty little bottom is going to be so red and hot, that you’ll have to sleep on your stomach tonight.” Three more loud cracks echoed around her room.

“Naughty!” CRACK!

“…turn you over my knee.” CRACK!

“…Spank you hard.” CRACK!

She moaned and clenched her legs together, rubbing against the ache, loving the sounds, and the way these words made her feel.

“Your turn.”

“Huh?” she was startled out of her reverie.

“It’s time to spank yourself. Or do I need to come over there and show you how it’s done?” he growled over the connection.

She almost fell over, “N-no, Sir.”

He chuckled, and then became stern again, “All right my naughty little woman.  Take the phone, and place it closer to the edge of the bed. I want to hear you spank yourself.  I want to hear the loud smacks against your beautiful ass.  I want to hear, every time you suck in a breath.  I want to hear your groans.”

She groaned accidentally.

He laughed, “Yeah, just like that.”

Her hand shook as she placed her phone next to her, on the edge of the bed.

“Using your right hand, I want you to spank the lower part of your right cheek.  Try it a few times, until you get the hang of it.”

She bit her lip, and raised her right hand.  How hard could it be? Hand to bottom, right? She swiped downward and made weak contact with her bottom. Ok, maybe this was harder than it sounded. She tried again, faring no better the second time.

“This is kind of hard to do,” she apologized, embarrassed that she couldn’t seem to get such an easy task down pat.

“It’s ok. Keep trying. Try ten in a row, aiming for the same spot on your bottom.”

“Ok.”

She finally got it figured out on the fifth swat, and listened to the loud, satisfying sound swats 6-10 made. Then the heat started to build up.

“Good girl.  Are your slippers by your bed?”

“Uh ha.” She caught her breath. Spanking was a lot of work.

“Pick one up in your right hand, and try a few rounds of five.”

The slippers had a much bigger impact than her hand did.

“Mmph.”

She whined in the middle of the second set of five.

“Thaaat’s much better,” he crooned over the line. “I like the sound of your naughty bottom getting spanked. Is it getting red yet?”

She got up, and looked at her bottom in the full length mirror.  It was red and glowing with several small lines from the slippers.

“Not red, just blotchy!” she called out. God, if her roommate could see her now, standing in front of a mirror with her pants at her ankles, her cheeks bright and flushed with exertion, looking at her bare bottom.

“Then we have some more work to do, don’t we?” He drawled over the line.

She felt goose bumps on her arms, and shivered at his reply.

“Back over the bed, darlin’. I want that bare bottom thrust out and high. We’re about to tan you good.”

Oh! She tripped her way over to the bed, and flung herself over the edge.

“Use your hand this time. Start spanking, and don’t stop until I tell you to stop.”

“O-Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yes, Sir!” she commenced spanking herself, one swat after another.

“Pick up the cadence!” he barked, causing her to jump.

She gave herself a nice fast volley of swats, feeling the heat grow in her bottom and her aching core. The heat was spreading so fast, she thought her whole body would burst into flames.

“Stop.”

She collapsed onto the bed and caught her breath.  Her arm was sore, her hand throbbed. But the rest of her felt so gloriously heated, she didn’t care.

“Mmm, that was nice, Nick.”

He chuckled, “I’m not through with you yet.”

Her whole body tensed in anticipation.

“Go to the mirror and turn around.”

She shuffled back to her reflection, and looked at her bright red bottom, lovingly scorched by her own hand. It looked beautiful. She was mesmerized by its appearance and the ache.

“How’s it look?”

“It’s pretty red.” She laughed nervously, biting her lip as she inspected for any bruising or marks.

“Very well done. You deserve a reward.”

“Ok.”

“Can you see all of yourself in that mirror?”

“Yes.”

“I mean ALL of yourself. Bend over.”

She squealed and knew that her face had just surpassed her bottom in redness.

She bent over, and waited for his next command.

“Spread your legs, shoulder width.” He paused while she complied. “What do you see?”

“I, I’m wet.”

She heard him groan, “That’s what I was hoping to hear. Such a good girl.” She basked in his approval.  “Want to go a little further?”

“OK.” She squeaked. Who was she kidding? If she stopped now, she might seriously self-combust. Please let them take it further. As far as they could physically go. She was about to die of arousal, if that was even possible.

“Spank your beautiful ass, and watch yourself as you do it. Report it all back to me. And don’t miss anything, or I will punish you.”

Her pulse rocketed.

She watched herself in the mirror, and bent over. Her bottom was already red and streaked. She smacked the underside a few times, watching as the whole cheek bounced up and down. It gained a bit of redness, then slowly dissipated.  She explained this to him.

“Tsk, tsk,” he pretended to scold her, “I said I wanted EVERY detail.”

She suddenly understood what he was asking for, and stammered, “I’m very wet, and throbbing. I can see. It. I’m very,” she took a deep breath, “um, horny.”

“Do everything I say, as quickly as I tell you.”

“Ok.”

“Keep watching the mirror. I don’t want your eyes off that mirror for even a second, or so help me I will come over there and turn you over my knee. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” She loved this. She had never been more turned on in her life.

“Take your ass into both hands, and squeeze your cheeks.”

She massaged and squeezed, feeling the pressure in her womb increase as the abundant arousal dripped down her legs.

“Now touch yourself.”

“My. Self?”

“Your pussy, Claire. Use your fingers to gather up all that liquid, and spread it all over your sex and your ass.

She shuddered and ran her fingers forward.  She was so wet, and so warm and sticky.  She pulled on her cheeks and distributed more of herself onto her bottom. She told him when she had completed her task.

“Good. Now spank your wet ass, hard and fast.”

She groaned as she complied. The harder she smacked her stinging backside, the wetter she became. “Ow! Mmmm.”   She couldn’t decide if it hurt or felt good. The feelings were so closely intertwined, they were hard to differentiate.  Either way, she liked it, and apparently, so did her body.

“One last thing, good girl.”

Anything for him. She was almost spent, she could barely breathe, and she was aching and hot, but she would follow through with whatever he wanted. She had to.

“Finger yourself, Claire. “

Her legs sagged beneath her, but she caught herself on the dresser.

“Tickle that hard little nub, until you are good and ready. Left hand, only.”

She nodded. Silly, he can’t see you. “Ok.”

She used her left finger and vibrated it up and down, back and forth until she couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m really close. Nick. Oh my God.” She clenched her legs together and bit her lip.

“Are you still watching yourself?”

Oh nuts, she had forgotten about that part.

“I am now.”

“Thrust your fingers inside, and watch yourself while you are doing it.”

Claire whimpered.

“No, I want you to see exactly what is happening to you. Stroke yourself, as deep as if it were me inside you.”

She almost lost it right there.

“Faster, Claire.”

She stifled another moan.

“Now spank yourself with your right hand, while fucking yourself with your left. And don’t you dare close your eyes, young lady.”

She smacked once, twice, then let go with such a long orgasm, she screamed and fell onto the floor in a heap.

It took her a few minutes to catch her breath. “You still there?”

“Yeah.” He grunted.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, but I’m not in the best of ways.”

Claire picked up the phone, and grinned. “Want me to talk you through it, big guy?”

“Hell, yeah.”

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Is Self spanking taboo to you? Why or why not?

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