Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Spanking A - Z Challenge: {C}rops

Okay here's the scoop, I've joined the Spanking Challenge A-Z. The idea is to start with A and make your way through the alphabet, a letter a day. So this is how it will work. I will post a new letter each day...except on Saturdays which is already full with two other weekly posts. By the end of the month, I should reach Z...so why not join me and root me on?  

A word of warning however...although it's not necessarily supposed to be sexually themed challenge - just an effort to get me blogging more frequently, Livvy may have other ideas.  We all know that rascally muse of mine won't let me get away with posting something mundane or platonic, so don't be surprised if most, if not all my posts have a sexual vibe to them. 

With that being said....lets welcome letter C! 


So, once again you have braved the wilds to stop by my blog...well not really the wilds...but it sounded cool, didn't it? LOL   Today's post is supposed to feature that wonder letter C..and no I'm not talking about a naughty for letter work that starts with C and ends with T.  Nope, today I'm going to feature a different four letter word - crop.  And no I'm not talking about corn or soybeans.  I may live in the midwest but when someone whispers that word, I think of leather...and sharp stringy pain as it strikes sensitive parts of one's body.  


There's something just...edgy about the look and feel of crop. It's not a toy for the faint of heart, but those who dare to experience the kiss of it, have a tendency to come back for more. As a writer, I find myself draw to the crop.  It has sneaked into my writing more than once. Sometimes alone, sometimes with a friend.  The snippet below is from Her Naughty Boy, one of my FemDom books.  And Mistress Banner isn't afraid of spoiling the submissives, she's more than willing to use the rod on them instead.  I also couldn't resist. I found these absolutely wonderful pictures on Wikipedia of the incomparable Betty Paige. Enjoy...and don't be a stranger...visit the rest of the blogs on the hop. 

Snippet: 
Instead of getting angry with him or even berating him for being a brat, she merely sighed. “This is your last chance, Kyle. Either obey, or I'll make you.” A slow smile crossed her face as if she were savoring the idea. “And believe me, you'll wish you'd chosen the former rather than the latter.”
He forced a laugh, but it was hard when he all he wanted to do was moan at her words. The resulting sound came out strained. He simply wasn't that good an actor. “I'm bigger than you, Lily. Somehow I don't think you'll be able to force me to do anything.”
She went still at his taunt. Her small body seemed to vibrate with a dark energy. She had an alertness about her that should've warned him. Everything screamed he should tread softly now, but in the end he was too busy trying to sneak a peek at her breasts in her low-cut corset to pay attention to the danger.
The whistle of leather through the air was his only warning before his sore ass began to burn again. Pain jolted up his spine, then morphed into anticipation as she slipped behind him enough to shove him forward while hooking her ankle in front of his. He stumbled forward and ended up bent over the couch as she popped him on the opposite cheek. He hissed. “Son of a bitch!” He attempted to roll over in an effort to protect his already sore bottom, but she placed a knee at the base of his spine. Surprise competed with his instant and intense arousal. He'd never guessed his best friend would know how to manhandle him into submission.
“What was that?” she taunted, leaning over to nip at his ear. “I can keep this up all night.” She plunged her tongue inside before pulling back to blow on the wet skin. “My crop never gets tired nor sore from spanking disobedient submissives, so I suggest you answer me.” Pleasure consumed him, just before another strike hit a bit lower than the first two. He jerked upright, only to be shoved back down by a palm in the center of his back. In this position, she had leverage on him as well as the upper hand. He gritted his teeth as he caught his weight with his outstretched arms.
“I...” He tried to focus, but it was hard with his erection rubbing against the fabric of the couch through his robe. “Dammit, let me up.”
“No.” She flipped up his robe, exposing his ass to the cool air. Her warm palm rubbed the pain away. “Not until you tell me why you've decided it’d be a good idea to cover my body back up.” He jumped when the crop slid up and down between his cheeks, over some very sensitive parts. “Especially when you knew it’d displease your mistress.”
He panted as the leather teased the never-before-touched areas. “I was cold, Mistress.” The last word came out as a gasp when the flat end of the crop brushed the backside of his balls. He braced himself for more pain, but none came.
“Good boy.” She pulled the crop back up the crevice. “Now let’s see what I can do about warming you up.” She pressed her front to his back, using her weight to keep him pinned. “But first...I need to see about your punishment for disobeying me.”
“What? When did I disobey?” He tried to play the innocent. He knew Lily had wanted him naked, but had still thrown the robe on.
“What is one of my rules for today, Kyle?”
“Ah, I had to be...” His breath caught in his throat as the crop slipped lower again. “...naked or in shorts.”
“Correct...and what are you wearing?” Her voice was silky smooth.
 “A robe.” He braced himself for another strike, but she surprised him. Instead of more pain, she lifted free of him, and took a step back. He suddenly felt abandoned.
“Mistress?” He moved to straighten.
“Don't move or you’ll feel the lash of my crop in a very tender area, slave,” she snapped. He jumped. She was closer than he’d expected, but there was no doubt on his part she’d follow through with the threat.
He dropped back down into position as he heard a rustle. It sounded like she'd unzipped the bag she'd brought. Pressing his forehead against the cushions, he waited for her...for about all of five seconds. He was falling back into his old patterns. Giving over to Lily, instead of making her work for it. Rolling over to his side, he was straightening when he caught sight of what she had in her hand. His mouth went dry as he took in the sleek anal plug she held in her hand. “Oh...hell, you're not putting that thing in me.”
She smirked at him. “Of course I am. It's your punishment. Now, either safeword, or bend back over.” 










©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

6 comments:

  1. I agree crops are a great implement, for play or more serious - it's very versatile.

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    1. Such a versatile toy. And it makes a totally awesome swishing sound.
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    1. Thanks Celeste. I forgot how erotic the scene was 'til I went looking for a sexy example of cropping. YUM.
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    1. I'll take that as a compliment, Kathy.
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