Spank Me Again, Stranger #SatSpanks #FreeStory #Birthday

Welcome to another Saturday Spanking!

My post today is from my short story “Spank Me Again, Stranger”.

Dumped by her boyfriend of two years on the eve of her birthday, Audra escapes to rural New Mexico to visit her older sister on her ranch. Marnie insists they go celebrate at the local watering hole. Audra’s not sure what to expect, but it’s certainly not a spanking on stage from the band’s front man!

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Voices buzzed, filling a lull between songs. Hector was up on stage, whispering something in Jake's ear. With a thrill that was only part horror, Audra realized she was the topic of conversation. Blood rushed to her nipples and earlobes, deepening the hunger in her sex. Hastily, she returned her attention to her Budweiser. But it was too late.

“Hey everyone! Quiet down now! Quiet down. Welcome to the Drunken Cactus. We got a very special guest here with us tonight – all the way from New York City.”

“Whooee!” Cheers and whistles interrupted the musician's gravelly voice. “Hush now! Quiet, you all! It's Audra's birthday – we won't ask which one, that wouldn't be polite – and she's decided to celebrate with us.”

“Yay!” 

“Happy Birthday!”

“So let's give her a big country welcome, people! Audra – come on up so we can wish you a proper happy birthday!”

Jake grinned at her, his fists closing and opening as if he'd haul her up bodily if she refused his invitation. His size, his strength, the overwhelming presence of him, both scared and attracted her.

“Oh – no, that's okay – really...” Audra felt like she was thirteen instead of thirty. What had happened to the sophisticated, self-confident Vice President of Product Development?

“Get your butt up here, gal.”

“No, please....”

“Don't make me have to climb down off this stage, young lady...”

His implied threat pierced her confusion and turned it to something darker. Would he really force her to join him?

“C'mon, Audra!” someone yelled. “Be a good sport.”

“Audra! We want Audra!” came calls from the far end of the bar.

“Grab her, Jake! Wrastle the filly if ya need to.”

Jake crouched at the edge of the wooden platform, his massive thighs stretching his jeans almost to the point of tearing. His eyes, Audra noticed, were the clear blue of the New Mexico sky. He stretched out a hand. “Don't be so shy, little one.” His voice was low and gentle, as if he was soothing a skittish animal.”I know what you really want.”

Refusals echoed through Audra's mind. But her body wasn't listening. As if in a dream, she grasped the proffered hand. It totally swallowed hers. The musician tugged; the next thing she knew, she was standing beside him on the stage, unsteady on her heels, while hoots and catcalls swirled around her.

He hadn't released his grip on her. “There now. That's not so bad, is it? Now everyone, let's wish our guest a happy birthday.”

The glare of a spotlight made it difficult for Audra to make out the faces in the crowd. Where the heck was Marnie?

“And now, it's time for your birthday spanking.”

“What the hell...? What do you think you're doing...?” Audra sputtered as Jake seated himself on his stool, seized her around her waist, and flipped her onto her stomach, across his lap.

New waves of heat shuddered through her. He cupped her bottom through her skirt and she thought she'd burst into flame. His huge hand completely covered her right cheek.

“It's a tradition here at the Drunken Cactus, gal. Don't you city folks do that sort of thing?”

Audra's mind flew back to the sweet little flogger she'd purchased for her abortive celebration with Rick. She'd hoped she could persuade him to give her a taste of those soft leather thongs... but that was different. Wasn't it?

Apparently not, if one was to judge by the state of her pussy. She was swollen and soaked to the point that she worried she'd wet his trousers.

“Ready?”

He squeezed her plump buttock. She couldn't stop herself from grinding against him.

“I think the lady's ready.” The banjo player chuckled as he addressed the crowd. With exaggerated care, he raised her skirt to expose her silk underwear. She knew the soaked patch between her thighs would be obvious to him. She prayed her shame wouldn't be visible to the audience.

“Now, sweetness, I know you can't be more than twenty five.” Jake turned his attention to her other cheek, kneading the flesh, melting her last resistance. “So I'll give you twenty five spanks – on each side.”

“No....ow!” she wailed as his enormous palm smacked into her. The fabric of her panties muted the sting to some extent, but the blow still hurt.

“One,” Jake intoned.

“Ouch!” Audra screamed and kicked as he landed a second, harder slap on the opposite side. Her shoe clattered to the stage.

“Two.”

“Ow...oh...!”

“Three. Would you rather count, birthday girl?”

“Argh! Ow! No! No...”

“Four.”

Each time his hand made contact with her butt, the pain grew. Perhaps he was using increasing force. Yet somehow that didn't interfere with the simultaneous pleasure. She jerked away from the blows, using the movements to rub her pubis against the iron hardness of his thigh muscles. Her clit felt enormous and tight, as though it might explode from the friction. Her lacy bra stimulated her nipples, which knotted into rigid peaks of need.

Meanwhile, her ass was on fire. Each stroke stung when it landed, but before long that transmuted to a throbbing ache. New slaps layered bright lines of pain on top of the older, deeper sensations. She imagined that if he were to bare her buttocks, they would pulse like red hot coals.

As if he'd heard her thoughts, Jake paused his spanking and began to peel the damp fabric of her panties away from her punished flesh.

“No...” she whimpered. “Please...” Instead of struggling, though, she allowed her body to go limp. As the muscles in her abdomen went slack, she sensed the hard bulk rising from his crotch and felt a flash of triumph. He wasn't as much in control as he seemed.

In seconds her naked rear was exposed to his eyes and his hands, her bikini bunched near the crease where her buttocks met her thighs.

“My, my, you're the color of one of them East Coast lobsters,” he crowed. “Can you see her butt, ladies and gents?” He scraped a fingernail across the fullest, most battered part of her ass. Sensation shot through her, fierce and sharp as lightning. Audra honestly couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain.

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You can read the whole story online at my website.

I hope you’ll check out all the other free reads I have there, too!

Five Ways to Save Money!

I'm a bargain hunter - third generation. I was only six the first time my grandmother took me to the original Filene's Basement in downtown Boston and explained to me that I should never pay full price for something if I could get it at a discount. If you've never heard of FB, it was this cavernous, complicated space under one of Boston's most chic department stores, where you could get top-quality, name-brand clothing and accessories for a fraction of what it would cost on the floors above. Tables piled high with dresses, skirts, slacks and blouses - seconds, odd lots, manufacturers close-outs; rickety racks of fancy shoes; tuxedos and fur coats; and a crowd rummaging through it all with cut-throat intentions, looking for the deals of the day.

Filene's "automatic reduction" policy was addictive. After  a week, the price dropped by 25%. Two weeks, and you'd pay only half the original price (which normally would have started out lower than the original price anyway). Three weeks unsold meant the price was a quarter of where it started. And at thirty days - if you found something that had been around that long - the merchandise was given away.

I loved it. I came back on my own, as a teen and as an adult, seeking the holy grail - great style, perfect fit, and miniscule price. More often than not I came away empty handed, but every now and again I'd strike it lucky. Either way it was exciting.

Anyway, Amazon has something a bit like Filene's automatic discounts, only it works in the other direction. Kindle Countdown Deals go on for three to five days, during a well-specified date range (though I'm never sure what time zone they use). A book on a Kindle Countdown starts at a really low price - 99 cents for books at Amazon US. Over the course of the countdown days, the price climbs back up toward the regular level. So this is definitely the case of the early bird chowing down on the worm.
 
Five of my books from Books We Love will be on Kindle Countdown over the next few weeks. If you've been tempted to read Spank Me Again Stranger, Body Electric, Bangkok Noir, Nasty Business or Exposure, but not quite ready to shell out the cash, here's your chance to get your very own copies - cheap! To help you get the most of this deal, I've created a handy little table below. The deals are gooing on between today and the first week in May, so bookmark this page for handy reference!

I've included buy links and to excerpts, too - just to make it easy. Don't miss this chance to save some of your hard-earned dough, and get some great reading besides!

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Sunday Snog #118: Limits

Happy Sunday!


I just learned that my tale Limits: A Love Story has been chosen by Maxim Jakubowski for the next volume of the Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica. This is a romantic but pretty extreme tale about cutting that really captures my perspective on dominance and submission.

There's no blood in the excerpt below (and anyway, lots of you are vampire fans...), but it's still pretty intense.

After you're done with my snog, head over to Victoria's place for more weekend kisses.

Oh, and if you don't want to wait for MBBNE, this story is included in my collection Spank Me Again, Stranger, available now from Amazon.

How long has he been cutting me? I don't know. I don't care, not really. I float in a rosy fog where love and surrender are the only realities. Not until he begins to loosen my bonds do I return to my body.

"Little one," he's saying, chafing my wrists. "Are you okay?"

I nod, warmed by his smile, soothed by his voice. I feel vague, intoxicated, boneless. When he unfastens the strap around my waist I slump forward. He captures me in his arms and carries me to the bedroom, where he stretches out beside me and peppers my face with kisses.

"Oh, Becca! The things you make me do!" He cups my unmarked breast and suckles the tip. Pleasure emanates from that taut nub to suffuse my whole body.

His tenderness focuses my thoughts and my lust. I grope downward, seeking his cock. He's already swollen; he hardens further at my touch. "Please... Master..."

He lifts his head from my breast and arches one eyebrow. "Yes? What do you want now, my little slut?"

"Take off your clothes. Please? And fuck me."

"You're weak. You've lost blood. You need to rest." He's trying to be the sane, responsible Dom, but I know him too well.

I try to pull his shirt out from his trousers. "I need you inside me. More than anything else."

He doesn't resist, not really. He knows how stubborn I can be, and of course he's dying to take me, too, to finish the job of claiming me.

I lie on my back, arms spread wide and thighs even wider, as though I were cuffed. We both like to pretend I'm powerless. He kneels between my legs, huge and fearsome in his nakedness, his massive erection arrowing toward the ceiling. Ocean-musk rises from my cunt to fill the room. He rubs the fat bulb of his cock back and forth over my lower lips, carefully avoiding my clit.

"Don't tease," I beg. "I can't take it."

"You can take more than you realize," he replies with an evil laugh. "And I'm the one to give it you." Aligning his cock with my slick opening, he impales me with a single jerk of his hips.

Sunday Snog: Tease

My snog today comes from my short story "Tease", published in my new BDSM collection Spank Me Again, Stranger. It's pure erotica - pure sensation. The narrator is blind-folded and bound.

Don't forget to check in with Victoria for more sexy lip action!

No one has touched me yet, but I know that they are there, around the table. Men, and women too, watching me, admiring my exposed and helpless body splayed out before them. No one has laid a finger on me, yet I am suddenly, overwhelmingly aroused at the mere thought of their presence and their gaze. My pussy swells and spills over. I feel a trail of moisture slip down over my butt cheeks and into the crevice between them. My unseen companions release a collective breath.

Then there is a shock, the first touch, someone's tongue briefly licking up the pearly drops beaded on my fevered skin. I shudder, close to climax from this one contact, which is gone almost before I can register it. I strain, unsuccessfully, to spread my thighs wider, mutely offering my aching sex to their fingers and mouths. Something like a laugh ripples through the crowd of watchers.

My knees are bent, my ankles fastened securely with something soft but strong, close to my buttocks. This position opens both my cunt and my ass to their eyes and their touch. My arms are loosely raised above my head, wrists bound together and then to the table. It is surprising how little freedom I have to move, considering how gentle these bonds seem.

My nipples tighten into throbbing buds of need. Someone notices and brushes his palms (her palms?) symmetrically over them, once, twice, sending electric shivers down my spine. Once again, the touch is transient, merely a tease. I moan, begging without words, arch my back toward those hands that I sense are poised above my breasts, just out of reach.

"Sshh", says a soft voice near my ear. "Hush." Then there are smooth lips sealing mine, a delicate tongue slithering between them, a taste of lemon and cinnamon. My nipples are caught between strong fingers that squeeze until pain blazes on the edges of the pleasure. I open my mouth to moan, but my voice is stopped by a suddenly rough tongue.

'The grip on my nipples is unexpectedly released. Rings of sensation radiate over my breasts like ripples on a pond. My cunt vibrates in resonance. Before I can catch my breath, someone takes my clit between finger and thumb, squeezing hard. I explode, neon colors flashing on my closed eyelids, my body twitching and shivering. For long moments, I surrender to the delicious spasms racing through me. I forget that I am not alone.

Sunday Snog: Wednesday Night at Rocky's Ace Hardware

Happy Sunday, everyone! 

I'm really busy getting ready for a business trip today, and I thought I might skip the traditional snog - but I just couldn't.

Today's snippet is from my short story "Wednesday Night at Rocky's Ace Hardware", one of the offerings in my collection Spank Me Again, Stranger: More Tales of Dominance and Submission.  The book should be out this week from Books We Love. I'd share the cover, but we just discovered I made an embarrassing error in my cover information form that has to be fixed first...

Anyway, there's a kiss in this excerpt - though if you blink, you might miss it.You might be - um - distracted by the other goings on!

Of course, as usual you'll find links to lots more snogging action over at Victoria's joint!

He slips a casual finger into my soaking cunt and wriggles it around. "You certainly are wet, Sarah." My pelvis churns at his touch. Without thought, I grind myself against his hand. I am rewarded by a sharp slap on my butt cheek.

"Be still!" he says softly. "I did not give you permission to move."

He continues to explore my well-lubricated folds. Meanwhile I press my lips together and tighten all my muscles, struggling to obey his directive of immobility.

"What are you thinking, little slut?" he whispers in my ear. "Tell me."

I can hardly speak, aroused and taut as I am. "That I'm yours," I gasp, finally. "That I would do anything for you."

"Really? Well, we'll see about that, won't we?" His voice holds that familiar hint of mockery, but I can tell he is pleased. He pulls his hand abruptly from my sex, and I almost cry out in disappointment. "Now, let me think about this..."

I can hear him rummaging among the dowels. My mind paints pictures of what he will do, what he will choose. I see him easing the fattest rod into my cunt. My sex spasms at the thought, and an electric thrill seizes my clit. But then, why would I think he'd prefer my cunt to my rear hole? He's told me, often, that taking me anally is the purest form of domination. What if he forces a dowel into my ass, presented so conveniently to him here in the aisle of this hardware store, where anyone could watch and observe my total degradation?

I almost come with that thought. But as usual, he surprises me. Just as I am getting control of myself, I hear a swooshing sound, and something burns a fiery track across my left buttock. Before I can recover, my right cheek is symmetrically assaulted. Tears rise and spill down my face at the sudden, spectacular pain.

I tense, expecting more blows, but instead there is the blessed relief of his palm, delicately stroking my inflamed skin. "Yes," he says, "this should do quite nicely, seeing as birch switches are fairly hard to come by in the city..." He circles me, raises me up, and deposits a gentle kiss on my grateful lips. "Don't you think that this will work well, Sarah?"

I nod, still dazed by the pleasure and pain surging in my lower parts. He smooths my dress over the rosy streaks that I know mark my skin.

I am barely decent when a bespectacled clerk in a blue-striped vest rounds the corner and almost bumps into us. "Oh, excuse me," he says, flustered. "Can I help you with anything?"

My Master looks down at me, pondering a moment. "Let's see, we have plenty of rope... which way to the plumbing supplies?" 

Spank Me Again, Stranger

Sunday, Snog Day... Time for another juicy, irresistible kiss!

Today I'm giving you a sneak peak at my upcoming release, Spank Me Again, Stranger: More Stories of Dominance and Submission. The book will be out in early September, published by Books We Love. It's a sort of sequel to my collection Just a Spanking: Stories of Dominance and Submission, a second volume of BDSM short stories that focus on the emotional aspects of dominance and submission, as much as on the physical acts. Not that the book doesn't include plenty of spanking, flogging, and bondage... If you liked the earlier book, I don't think this one will disappoint!

So here's a quick kiss from the title story. City girl Audra's boyfriend dumps her barely twenty four hours before her planned thirtieth birthday extravaganza. Her sister insists that Audra fly out to her New Mexico ranch instead, to party country-style. Audra agrees - with no idea what she's getting into.

And of course, when you're done here, don't forget to visit Victoria's Sunday Snog page and check out the sexy kissing excerpts from all your other favorite authors!

Audra stumbled off the stage and pushed her way through the cheering crowd. The pressure in her swollen pussy and the ache in her punished ass were her only realities. She had to get away, find some privacy, give herself some relief.

The ladies' room was outside, behind the building. Audra followed the signs. She practically burst into tears when she found the one-person facility was occupied.

She couldn't wait. Slipping into the shadows, she crumpled her skirt to her waist and yanked her panties down to her knees. The fabric scraped over her pummeled ass. Damn him! She wouldn't be able to sit down for days. The perverse thought just made her hornier.

Spreading her thighs wide, she plunged two fingers into her slick hole while settling her thumb against her clit. Pleasure arced up her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes...” she hissed. “Oh, yeah...” She was on the brink already – right where that bastard had left her. Her clit spiked up, engorged and hungry. She worried it back and forth, rubbing furiously. No time for teasing. She needed to come, right now.

Her climax gathered, winding tighter, drawing closer but still out of reach. The wail of a bass guitar leaked into the night as someone opened the door of bar. He was in there, playing his music as if nothing had happened, while she pinched her clit and ground her fist into her cunt like a maniac. Damn him, she'd make him pay, she'd make him...

“Let me do that.” A massive man-shaped silhouette blocked out the stars. Giant hands gripped her shoulders while full lips settled on hers with a decisiveness that both enraged and excited her. She tried to resist but it was like fighting a hurricane. His tongue teased her mouth open despite her determination to keep it closed. He nibbled her lip then nuzzled her throat, his whiskers far softer than they looked.

He smelled of cheap bourbon and clean sweat, with hints of sagebrush and thyme. While her conscious mind continued to seethe with anger, her body surrendered completely. His big fingers replaced her desperate ones, delving into her juicy pussy and driving her up the slope to orgasm. He seemed to know what she needed - just as he'd known how she'd react to his blows on her ass. 
 

When he dragged a blunt finger over her clit, she exploded at last, pinwheels of pleasure spiraling out in all directions. He held her tight while she jerked and shuddered, sealing her mouth with his own to suppress her cries. Then, as her paroxysms died away, he unzipped and drove his cock into her fluttering depths, triggering a second crisis.