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Red, White and True by Maren Smith and Katherine Deane

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A Little Love by Maren Smith

“I really appreciate this,” Tricia said, and not for the first time. Looking back through his splayed knees, Nolan could just see her via her reflection in the dressing mirror that hung on the bedroom side of the bathroom door. She sat on the counter, ankles demurely crossed and holding onto the screwdriver and wrenches he hadn’t needed since disassembling the old faucet. It was just an ordinary summer Saturday and she was dressed the part in baggy pink coveralls, cut-off and rolled up just above the knee, white sports bra, and sneakers. On every pocket hem, yellow duckling and white bunny decals alternated with shovels, hoes, watering cans, and buckets of either vegetables or yellow, white and pink flowers. She looked ready for a day of grubbing in flower beds in an outfit that didn’t look entirely out of place and yet which any five-year-old would have loved. He loved it, too. Especially her hair, pulled back in twin ponytails now. A brunette version of Pippi Longstocking’s, all except for the pink stripe in her overlong bangs. That hung free. Parted to one side, it framed her eyes and her right cheek beautifully.

“Not a problem,” Nolan said, heaving himself out from under the sink. Having done all he could until she had a new faucet to replace the old one, he accepted the towel she handed him and wiped his hands. “I’m happy to help.”

And he was. Plumbing in her house was still plumbing, but standing in her bathroom, he found it almost pleasurable… when he wasn’t also wondering why ‘Daddy’ wasn’t here doing it himself. Maybe he was at work, although it didn’t take more than a casual glance around her bathroom to see there was no male influence anywhere in evidence. No razor or shaving cream on the counter by the misbehaving sink. No beard or moustache trimmer, and only one toothbrush—a bright pink one with dinosaurs on the handle—in the cup holder she’d moved to the towel shelf before clandestinely covering it with a washcloth (which he’d pretended not to notice).

“I think the kitchen sink’s still working,” she said, perking slightly. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”

He shook his head. “No, that’s okay. I should probably get back to work before something happens.”

Tricia didn’t exactly un-perk, but her smile quirked a little crooked. “Something… like what?”

Shaking his head, Nolan tried not to think about her tattoos, but they’d pretty much been haunting his thoughts since the day he’d caught that brief glimpse up her skirt. He shook his head again, laughing softly, knowing better than to say anything and yet also knowing when it came down to self-preservation, saying something now might be the only thing that kept them both from doing something they’d regret.

She was going to throw him out of her house, he thought. The minute he said it, she was going to know exactly how he knew what was written on her thighs and she was going to send him home with blistered ears. And yet, even knowing how stupid this was, he still opened his mouth. “Like Daddy coming home and finding me in the middle of your bedroom. Trust me, ‘I’m only here to fix her pipes’ is not an excuse he’s going to accept gracefully.”

Tricia stared at him for almost a full minute in perfect silence, her mouth gradually rounding in an expressive ‘O’ that ran the gamut from surprised to instant understanding to immense embarrassment—all in the blink of her heavily mascaraed eyes.

“Oh,” she said, spots of pink staining high on her cheeks. “Thank you. Um… that’s a very nice way of saying I need to get a longer skirt.”

Nolan ran the towel between his fingers before clearing his throat. “I shouldn’t have looked, I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Um…” She cleared her throat. “Entirely my fault. Okay, well… Um, how about we start by saying you aren’t in my bedroom, you’re in my bathroom. And then we can go from there straight into the fact that you wouldn’t be in either place if I had a Daddy at this point in time.”

“That’s almost worse,” Nolan said, not sure if he ought to feel foolish or relieved.

“How so?”

“Real Daddies don’t leave their marks and then just walk away.”

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Blurbs:

Two military sergeants accustomed to being obeyed—both in the field and in the bedroom. Two Daddy Doms with their own ideas on how best to care for the women in their lives. Teaming together to present a book so hot it sizzles, Katherine Deane and Maren Smith combine two novellas for the price of one in Red, White and True.

Cherry On Top by Katherine Deane – Army Sergeant Jacob Pye is still reeling from the fallout of losing two of his squad members. Now, during some mandatory time off to recover, he’s on an undercover mission to protect his best friend’s younger sister. The mission: Go in and assess the situation; protect the sexy, young woman; neutralize the enemy. Most importantly—don’t fall for the gorgeous woman who is strong enough to finally make him feel human again.

Originally published in Blushing Books’ Hero Undercover anthology.

A Little Love by Maren Smith – From the moment he saw her tattoo, Sergeant Nolan Anderson knew Tricia was meant to be his. But they were neighbors and, worse, he was broken. She deserved so much better from the man who became her Dom and yet, now that he’d held her, how could he bring himself ever to let her go…

Originally published in Blushing Books’ Hero to Obey anthology.

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About Maren Smith

Fortunate enough to live with my Daddy Dom, I am a Little, coffee whore, pain slut, administrator at my local BDSM dungeon, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. An International and USA Bestselling Author, I have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series.

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About Katherine Deane:

USA Today bestselling author Katherine Deane is a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and romantic at heart.

She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.

When not reading, or writing, you can find her knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty of ideas to work with.

Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it into her books.

In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one cheesy scene that makes you cry.

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Author Spotlight with Jane Burrelli

Jane Burrelli brings us a light fantasy epic with DD elements, involving a feisty heroine and a forbidding king.

Hidden Embers

(Book 1 Bride of Fire)

by Jane Burrelli

What happens when the forbidden is fated?

Sales Blurb:

When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. It’s a pity they didn’t care to bless anything else.

The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her people and rejoin the Empress.

It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western wastelands. The journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren. The leader of the Iceari, the natural enemy to Firelanders.

Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?

This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.

Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.

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Excerpt:

“What in the Goddess’ name are you doing?” I screeched. Rearing up I found a firm hand planted in the center of my back pinning me in place. The only thing I had succeeded in doing was loosening my own trews. To my horror, his fingers curled into the waistband. I threw my hips from side to side, my attempts at evasion pitiful. “You can’t do this!” My protests went unheeded. He calmly took a firm grasp of my hips and threw his leg over mine. Panting, I found I couldn’t move, trapped like a creature in a snare. “I’m making sure I can see if I truly hurt you.” The fabric rasped over my tender skin. Shivering, my squirming bottom revealed to the elements, the chilled air bringing a moment of relief. “Trust me, it hurt.” His hand rubbed the reddened flesh, murmuring, “Your skin colors so easily.” The touch ignited a steady throb between my legs—what in Khatri’s name? The pause allowed me to gather my wits. “Do you know why you are in this position?” Khatri’s tits, he wanted to talk now! “Because you can’t abide being defied!” I hissed, struggling to concentrate on anything but calloused fingers now tracing patterns on my heated flesh. Closer and closer to the apex and I wiggled, longing for more of the same. The soft touch lingering at the sensitive crease where buttock met thigh. I shivered but it was different from the previous man who had touched me. It wasn’t revulsion, it ignited a fire that I didn’t know how to put out. “Is that what you think?” Lazily the finger drew back and forth, and my muscles jerked in response. The unexpected wallop shattered the first inklings of pleasure and sent my cheeks bouncing. The sting increasing tenfold without clothing to mute it. “Try again.”

Author Bio

When I realised that the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign Supreme Ruler of the Universe’ I’ve decided to focus on my passion. By day I work in a UK company’s finance department and by night I become my alter ego Scribble Girl or as my good friends have affectionately dubbed me the ‘sex author’. Always armed with a notepad and pen in the black hole I call a handbag, I have been writing never ending stories since the age of 11 and this all stemmed from my love of reading.

I love reading. Period!

I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and while waiting between books would literally devour any book I could get my hands on. Let’s put it this way J.K Rowling has a lot to answer for. I adore that there is no end in sight to where your own imagination can take you and that between the pages of a book you are transported to another world.

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Protected by the Scotsman by Katie Douglas

Protected by the Scotsman

By Katie Douglas

Adventure. Mayhem. Spanking. Stern Scotsman with big hand seeks intelligent and incorrigible adventuress for 1920s mayhem and fresh air. Must dislike snakes.

Blurb

The last thing twenty-four-year-old Bobbie Huntingon-Smythe wants is to get married and settle down, so she is none too pleased when her wealthy parents send soldier-turned-bodyguard Sean McClintock to bring her home from her latest archeological expedition. To make matters worse, when Bobbie refuses to come with him willingly Sean merely takes her over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking and then puts her in the corner like a naughty little girl.

Despite her fury at being chastised in such a shameful manner, Bobbie cannot help being intensely aroused by the rugged, handsome Scotsman’s stern dominance. Even Sean’s belt applied to the beautiful, headstrong girl’s bare bottom proves insufficient to deter her for long, however, and soon she has snuck off on yet another risky adventure with him in hot pursuit. But when he catches her, will he end up returning her to her family or claiming her for himself?

Publisher’s Note: Protected by the Scotsman is a stand-alone novel which is the second in the Stern Scotsmen series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt:

“I say,” she began, forcing her voice to sound fine. “I’m sorry I hit you with the book.” He paused.
“And what else?” he asked.
She thought for a moment, then added, “And for calling your mother the daughter of an unwashed Visigoth.”
“And what else?” His voice was stirring something inside her, and combined with the pain from the spanking, she was struggling to concentrate.
She paused. “That’s all, isn’t it?”
“What about your elbow?”
“Oh, no, you completely deserved that.” She didn’t even hesitate in making her feelings known.
He resumed spanking her in a rapid-fire movement that left her gasping for breath and clawing at the floor of the train compartment. “All right! All right! I give!”

“And what else?” he prompted.

“And… for trying to elbow you in the trousers.” She tried to be earnest but really, she did think he had it coming. After all, he seemed to think he ought to stop her from travelling the world in search of interesting ancient sites, and that simply wasn’t reasonable. Who cared if she was a girl? She could wrangle the past as well as any man. She didn’t need protecting.

“I’m not convinced you’ve learned your lesson. Stand beside the window and hold your skirt up,” he told her.

Bobbie stared at him. “Are you serious?”
“I never joke about such things. You’d do well to remember that. Now do as you’re told.” She shook her head adamantly. “I shan’t expose myself for your merriment. I thought you were here to protect me. Nobody else on this train is trying to make me do anything untoward, so if you truly want to keep me safe, leave my compartment before I throw you out!” she retorted hotly.

“I won’t do anything. Yet. But you’re going to do it,” he told her.
She shook her head again. “Why would I?”
“Because I dare you to.” His eyes flashed as he spoke. Bobbie’s face grew hot as she realized she was cornered. He’d got her number good and proper. She pursed her lips so hard that she was quickly making a face like she’d been sucking a lemon. Bobbie trudged to the corner with an air of dejection, then lifted her skirt up.

“That was jolly unsporting of you, to dare me to do it,” she told him.

“I had a theory that you were the sort of girl who would do anything for a dare,” he explained. “And it seems that I was right.”

She looked over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes. “You’re looking,” she accused.

“I never said I wouldn’t admire the view.” He had a strange expression on his face, and Bobbie almost thought he was amused and trying to hide it, but what on earth was funny about spanking someone and making them stand in a corner like this?

Katie Douglas

Katie Douglas is a number one and USA Today bestselling British author of romance and erotica. Katie is an incorrigible romantic and her books reflect that. Especially the incorrigible part. In her spare time she likes to run headfirst into impossible projects, especially if those projects involve travel and good food. Her other love is shoe shopping. If you want to find her, look for the nearest natural disaster. She’s probably in the Starbucks closest to it.

She also writes dark romance as Aria Adams.

 

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Author Spotlight – Aria Adams

Violated: A dark sci-fi romance

by Aria Adams (Katie Douglas)

Series: Book 2 in Stolen Future series (book 1 was Hunted)

Isla
I can barely remember my life before I was taken to the breeding facility. For two years, I’ve been kept naked and helpless as they probed me, violated me, and used me.

But this new doctor seems different than the ones before him. He has dragged me from my broken shell and captured my attention so that I truly blush as he examines me. When I attempt to escape he punishes me harshly, but the pain and humiliation leave me burning with need. I’ve even begun to think he might care about me.

Adam
I didn’t plan to fall in love with one of the girls held captive here. I have no more choice about my role in all of this than she does. But to keep her safe, I will have to teach her to obey.

I will make her surrender completely. I will make her mine. Then we will find a way to leave this terrible place forever.

Publisher’s Note: Violated: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance is a stand-alone novel which is the first book in the Stolen Future series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt:

When I got to the door, Adam left me there. So much for being on my side. I was abandoned, but I wasn’t alone. Although I was completely powerless, I had a baby to protect. I had to take whatever the men gave out. I had to submit, even though my soul screamed for help that wouldn’t come, and every inch of my body wanted to flee and hide. There was nowhere to hide. The machines, the guards, or the doctor would find me and bring me back here. Then I would be in trouble. On the other hand, if I pleased the men behind the door, they might not treat me so harshly as to make me lose my baby. I focused on that as the door opened, and I cast my eyes down.

The floor was black polished tile, the same as everywhere else in the facility, but in here, there were rugs laid down, with intricate patterns in red and gold.

Before I had to be told, I walked carefully to the low table where two wineglasses awaited, and I dropped to my knees with what I hoped was grace, but given that I still struggled to move easily, and that even the small amount of movement around Adam’s room had made my whole body ache with stiffness, I probably looked like a spider on roller skates.

Remembering my next instruction, I cupped the base of the bottle, which was heavier than the one I’d practiced with, and I held it out, keeping my eyes on the floor the whole time. A pair of boots stood before me. I reflexively wanted to look at him, but I didn’t dare.

“The doctor wasn’t lying when he said he was training you. Did he teach you to suck cock, yet?” The man plucked the bottle from my hands and I wasn’t sure whether to move or not, so I remained still, hands outstretched.

“No, he didn’t,” I replied. A sharp pain accompanied a force that flung my face sideways, and I was knocked to the rug.

“Get up. Kneel.”

“Sorry,” I said, scrambling to obey. Another pain exploded in my face as I fell again. What had I done wrong? Part of me knew the question was a pointless one. These men clearly didn’t need a reason to hurt me. That I even slightly thought that people shouldn’t treat me like this meant that the doctor had somehow changed my outlook on life, even though he was one of them. It was that illusion of kindness that made this situation harder to bear.

“You are to address us as ‘master’ at all times,” one of them said. I think his name was Ifan. It was hard to concentrate when my face stung where one of the men had hit me.

“Sorry, Master,” I said, as tears streamed down my face of their own accord.

Author Spotlight – Ashe Barker

Conquered by the Viking

By Ashe Barker

Invaded. Mastered. Conquered

 

 

Can Merewyn overcome her natural fear of the mighty Viking warlord who has invaded her Celtic home? She’s encountered his kind before and has first hand experience of the brutality of these ferocious Nordic raiders. Why should this blond invader be any different?

 

 

 

 

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A hot sexy excerpt:

Mathios shifted from under her and Merewyn winced as her punished bottom pressed against the hay. The discomfort was short-lived, or irrelevant. Mathios opened the cloak fully and spread it out beneath her, He placed his hands on her knees and gently pushed them outward, spreading her thighs. Merewyn gazed up at him. She knew what he would do, how he would touch her now and she wanted it more than she could recall wanting anything before. She needed his touch more than she needed her next breath.

He smiled, then lowered his gaze to peruse that most private place. She was embarrassed, the flush crept up her face from her chest. She felt the mortifying heat of it, but could not, would not stop now.

She wanted him. Wanted this.

He slid his fingers through her slick folds, then smiled at her. “So wet, my Celt. I think you like to be spanked.”

She shook her head. Surely such a notion was impossible.

“It hurts, I know, but after…” He stroked her quivering cunny.

She cried out in sheer delight, thrust her hips up toward his questing hand. He slid one long finger inside her and she moaned in surprised pleasure. This was a new sensation, one she had not experienced before in the secluded privacy of her pallet. He drove his finger in and out, slow at first, then harder, faster. Merewyn revelled in the unfamiliar sensation, her inner muscles contracting around him.

“So tight,” he murmured, “and so hot.”

“Please, that feels so good. I want… I want…” She had no idea what she might want but surely this Viking did. His mastery of her senses had been unerring thus far.

“I know,” he replied. “Soon. But first…”

He shoved both hands under her bottom to cup each tender cheek. She was sore, it hurt. She cried out but he just chuckled. “A reminder of who is master here. Do you not agree, little Celt?”

“Yes,” she breathed, loving the raw sensuality of the moment. “Yes, please.”

He lifted her bottom from the hay and used his thumbs to part her inner lips. Then, as she watched in utter incredulity, he lowered his mouth to her cunny and he started to lick.

Oh, sweet Jesus and all the saints! Her breath left her body in a whoosh. Merewyn gasped, fighting for air. She was flying, weightless. He drove his tongue into that place where his finger had been just moments before, swirled it around as she moaned in delight. The pad of his thumb found her pleasure bud and stroked there, and Merewyn wondered if she might expire from the sheer joy of it. Was it too much for her heart to bear? Surely no one, no one ever before, had felt as she did now. Her senses reeled, her body was no longer hers.

This was beyond heavenly. This was paradise on earth.

More about Ashe Barker

 

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days – her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.

At the last count Ashe had around seventy titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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Author Spotlight – Felicity Brandon

Goldie’s Surrender

by Felicity Brandon

Guess who’s been sleeping in their bed?

 

What if the fairy tale is real?

We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears’ humble abode while wandering through the woods. You’d always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?

Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home…

In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie’s surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?

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

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EXCERPT:

For a moment we are barely an inch from each other, and then – in a heartbeat – he is on me. We land on the bed together, our limbs knotting briefly before his powerful legs move between mine, spreading them wide apart. What just happened, I wonder? One moment I was empowered, devouring his beautiful cock, and the next I am flat on my back with this giant between my legs.

“Now I have you, little girl,” he teases me.

I scowl at him, slapping his strong right tricep playfully. “Don’t call me girl,” I complain. “I hate that!”

He lowers his face towards me, the muscles of his arms taking the strain without complaint. “I know you do,” he replies with a smirk. “That’s why I say it!”

He is so close to me now that I can barely even take a breath. I am pinioned by his imposing, powerful body, yet it is the weight of his stare which seems to paralyse me.

“I am not, and never will be, your girl…” My voice is raspy, and my desire plain to hear, but still I continue with my snarky attitude.

“You’ll be whatever I tell you to be,” he says with a grin.

About the author

Felicity Brandon is a #1 international bestseller of erotic spanking romance.

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Author Spotlight – Constance Masters

Unexpected Nanny
by Constance Masters

Sometimes you have to make hard choices for the greater good.
What if it all went wrong?

Vi:

My childhood wasn’t the best. Luckily for me, my grandmother came to my rescue. She helped me through the hardest decision I’d ever made. Suddenly, that decision may be in jeopardy. I made a phone call to connect with a person affected by my decision, and an opportunity fell in my lap. One, that could put to rest my concerns, and offer endless possibilities. Who knew it would turn into something I thought would never happen to me?

Curtis:

I lost my wife to cancer and am struggling to raise my daughter alone. I’m a doctor and my schedule is hectic at best, I need a nanny that can make a connection with my daughter and care for her. I’ve fired a few nannies already, they were unable to put my daughter or myself at ease. I’m hoping the woman I’m going to interview will be our solution. Who knew we would connect with a spark of something more?

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of domestic discipline and sensual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase.

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Excerpt:

“Arms up.” he said.

“You want me naked?” Okay, she got being naked for a spanking when you were already that way. Making her undress in front of him, not for sex but for the specific purpose of a spanking was kind of embarrassing.

“Now, you’re shy! Yes, take off all your clothes.”

“I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that, what if I don’t, undress I mean?” He couldn’t make her, could he? Physically he could, but that would maybe be more embarrassing than doing it herself. In this instance anyway.

“Then I will do it for you.”

Yep there was that. “No, I’ll do it myself.” Her disgusting stockings with the holes went first, saving her dress and panties for last, to preserve what was left of her modesty. Vi saw a chance here for a lightening of the mood so to speak. She danced around in a circle, struggling with the zipper dramatically until she’d almost turned herself inside out. It was then she realized, the zipper wasn’t coming down and her act was more than a mere show. All the while she watched Curtis’ reaction to her antics. If he was amused, he kept it well hidden.

“Would you like me to help?” he asked.

His tone was snippy at best. “If you could just undo my zipper, please.” She backed up, so he could slide down the offending fastener, offering what she hoped was an enticing wiggle.

“Get on with it, Viola.” He slid down the zip.

Sadly, it wasn’t enticing enough apparently, maybe a little more hip action. Released from her trap finally, she pushed aside the fog that was slowing her movements and confusing her brain and upped the ante. If she was going to be forced to do this, she may as well give him a real show. She swung her hips and shimmied out of the dress while humming the only vaguely stripper like tune she knew, thanks to her grandma’s taste in music, Big Spender. “Would you like to have fun, fun, fun,” she sang seductively.

Curtis took her by the wrist and tossed her over his knee. “You,” he said, landing a very hard smack to the back of her panties, “are your own worst enemy.” He punctuated each word with a very hard slap.

“Ow, I was just trying—”

“I know exactly what you were trying. Now, you’ll see where that got you.” He didn’t speak again.

Vi yelled blue bloody murder as his hand bounced from one cheek to the other and back again. “Stop it you big bully!” she cried. “You’re hurting me!” She kicked so hard trying to get away that she almost fell over. As suddenly as it started, the spanking stopped. Was that it? Thank goodness, her backside was burning. “That hurt,” she said with a pout. “Thank you for stopping.” She waited for him to help her to her feet, but it didn’t happen.

“Stopping? In your dreams, sweetheart. I’m only just getting started.”

Author Bio:

Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.

She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.

Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It’s a lot like her life.