I
realized it has been a while since I did a Saturday Spanks post.
Here’s a scene from Damned If You Do – a classic
BDSM spanking.
Enjoy!
(And if you really like the excerpt …. maybe you might buy the book...)
Blurb
Sometimes
romance
can
be
hell
Wendy
Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her
critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted
agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can't get her
the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her
coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well
as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at
what cost?
Nothing
you can't afford to lose, my dear.
Seduced
by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He
becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly
flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her
mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has
sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she
discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock
ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim
her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity
and true love.
Excerpt
Finally,
he was back, his skin warm as he rubbed his lightly furred chest
against her back. He held her close for a moment, his hardness
nestling in the cleft of her naked buttocks, slippery with pre-cum.
“Ready, Pet?” He licked at her earlobe, sending an exquisite
chill down her spine.
Once
more her knees turned to rubber. Once more his firm grasp supported
her. “Ah—oh! Yes, Sir.”
“Good.”
She almost wept when he stepped away from her body. “Spread your
legs and lean over, with your hands on the sill. Arch your back and
present your ass.”
She
assumed the position he described, arousal drowning out
embarrassment. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, with Dan of
all people. It felt like a dream.
The
sting of his bare palm on her butt was real enough though, a burst of
flame followed by a smoldering ache that spread from the point of
contact.
“Ow!”
“Count
for me, Pet,” he commanded.
“Um—one.
How many, Sir?”
“Twenty,
I think, for this first time. Unless you try to escape, or cover
yourself.”
The
snap of flesh on flesh—like striking a match. “Ooh! Ah, two.
Two!” His second blow hurt much more than the first. Wendy knew
from her research and her recent experiences with Mister B that by
twenty she’d be writhing, and in tears.
Yet
she wanted this, yearned for it. She’d asked for it.
“Ow!
Oh, God!”
“Count,
girl!”
“Three,
Sir. Oh, please—wait, give me a moment...”
He
put even greater force into his next slap.
“Aaaah!
Um, ah, four… please…”
He
did pause, for a few blessed seconds. “Do you really want me to
stop? If you can’t take it any more, just say ‘angel’, all
right?”
Snap!
“Ow! Five…” The pain faded momentarily in the glow of her
astonishment. How could he have come up with the exact same safe word
as Mister B? What were the chances? “Sir—Ow! Sir…”
“If
you don’t count, I’ll give you ten extra.”
“Sorry,
sorry! Six—oof! Seven.”
Dark
suspicion touched her. Perhaps the individual spanking her was not
Daniel at all. What if her unearthly Master was impersonating her
agent? Maybe this was just another infernal game of his, designed to
pull her deeper into perdition.
“Aye!
Oh! Eight.”
This
didn’t have the same tone as one of her scenes with Mister B,
though. This felt simultaneously more playful, and more serious.
It
hit her suddenly. This wasn’t just her dream. It was
Daniel’s too. Right now, she was fulfilling his heart’s desire.
She
gasped and moaned under his assault, but the tumult of emotions
raging inside distracted her from the physical agony. Affection for
her partner —maybe even love— brimmed in her chest. She’d never
suspected her agent had kinky desires. For the first time she truly
understood how much they had in common. Meanwhile, a terrible sense
of responsibility weighed on her. She knew, firsthand, how precious
and important this was for Daniel. What if she screwed it up?
Meanwhile,
he continued to wallop her ass, apparently oblivious to her
consternation. Somehow she still managed to count, though pain seared
her flesh and tears ran down her cheeks.
“Tw-twenty.
Oh, Sir!”
The
last blow had scarcely landed when Dan seized her buttocks, spread
them wide, and sank his cock into her drenched pussy.
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Narrated
by Audrey Lusk
1 comment:
"Dan seized her buttocks, spread them wide, and sank his cock into her drenched pussy." - I like it when you get to the good part.
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