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 S!
I'm sure it's no surprise that I picked Spanking for today's topic of choice, after all this wonderful blog is being brought to you by Saturday Spankings, and I happen to be a BDSM writer who always seems to end up with her characters spanking each other. Man or woman it doesn't matter, if they're submissive and get out of line, they end up bent over either some bench, or their dominant's lap.
Anyway I thought I'd give you a snippets from two separate books...just to show that I'm an equal opportunity gal. Snippet One comes from one of my contracted books with Loose ID. It's a mmf shifter book, where the alpha of my book, Matthias, has had enough of his third-bond's blatant disregard for her own safety. For the second snippet, we'll peek in and see what happens with Kyle, a closet submissive, pushes his best friend and known Domme a little too hard at the club by kissing her without permission.
Enjoy and don't forget to stop by the rest of the peeps. Just clicky the graphic on the sidebar. :)
Snippet One:Setting: In a lift (aka elevator)
“We need a bit of privacy to deal with your bratty behavior. As your first-bond, I will put up with a great deal from you, Colleen. However I refuse to let you injure yourself in your misguided attempt to attack me.”
“Well, if you weren’t built like a damned brick shithouse, it wouldn’t have hurt!”
His tone hardened. “Regardless, you were warned what would happen if you continued to act like a child.”
Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Yes, he would.” Andy crouched next to her. Positioned as she was, she could see his face when she looked over her shoulder, but nothing more. “He will do anything to keep his mates safe, even if it means correcting behavior he thinks, will in the end, harm us.”
As she wondered how to reply to Andy’s statement, the loud crack as Matthias’s hand met her denim-covered ass echoed through the lift. At first she didn’t feel anything, but then her bottom lit up like a Christmas tree. She sucked in a deep breath before cursing long and hard as Matthias made good on his promise and paddled her.
“You rotten son of bitch! Stop it! I swear to the Goddess, I’m gonna murder you in your sleep.” Tears burned her eyes. She refused to cry, even though her ass stung like hell. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been spanked. One did not spank one of the prophesied saviors.
“Promises, promises.” Mathias grunted, pausing with his hand resting against her rear. “Are you done acting like a child? Or do I need to continue?”
More than anything she wanted to stand strong and not bow to his will, but when he sighed and his hand lifted again, she broke. “No,” she gritted out from between clenched teeth.
“No, I don’t need to continue or no you’re done acting like a child.” Matthias’s tone was resolute.
She sucked in a deep breath. “I…I’m done acting like a child.”
Setting: On the stage in main room of the Velvet Fist
He shook his head. She swatted his ass with her palm. “That’s not an answer, slave. You choose to bring our fight into the public with your actions, so you’ll admit to your wrongdoing out loud, so they know you understand and are sorry.”
He hissed. “No, it wasn’t the first time, dammit. And I’m not sorry. Your lips are sweet as honey. I plan on doing it again if I get the chance.” His defiant tone under different circumstances would’ve had her chuckling at his audacity.
“We’ll see about that. For kissing me without permission, ten strokes, and for general overall brattiness, five more. You’ll count them off for me.” She waited for his agreement, but when none came, she pinched one cheek.
“Yes, Mistress. Fifteen strokes.” His answer sounded like it came from between gritted teeth.
“Good.” She lifted the paddle. “Don’t tense,” she warned, then brought the paddle down hard enough to pinken his skin. The loud crack rang out.
“One.” The hoarse count was barely audible as a shiver worked down his frame.
“If they can’t hear you, it won’t count, slave.” She stared down at the mark the paddle left. A rectangle of pink stained his right cheek with the word brat standing out in a lighter tone. Damned if the contrast didn’t send a jolt straight to her clit.
“One!” This time it came out strong and loud.
“Good boy.” Then she began a steady fall of swats on his tight ass. Each stroke caused his ass to darken as he counted out. By the time the tenth swat had been delivered, he was rocking against her, rubbing his cock against her thighs, and groaning for more.
“This is punishment, slave. Not an erotic spanking you’re allowed to get off on.” She brought her hand down on the back of his thigh, before parting her thighs to remove temptation. “You aren’t allowed to come. Do you understand?” She accented the question with another smack to his thigh. He jerked back towards the paddle.
From her position she couldn’t see his face, but the need in his voice spoke volumes. He was getting off on the pain. It was time to end this before she did something stupid, like finding out if she could make him come by merely heating up his ass. “Five more left, and they’ll be fast. Brace yourself.” She only thought it fair to warn him.
“Yes, Mistress.” He pushed up a bit on his arms, locking his elbows. She’d have to correct that later.
“Count.” Then in rapid succession she strategically placed the last five swats. The flurry of babbled numbers followed.
His loud panting reached her ears. “Son of a bitch.” The phrase was gasped out, as if he were riding the endorphins the spanking provided. As she helped him upright, his flushed face came into view. Rather than looking penitent as she expected, a glow of wonder seemed to radiate off him as if he’d found a different type of release in the pain. His expression said he wanted more. Her heart sank as she realized he might just be her sexual match. Any man who could take the paddling she’d just given him and want more was more than worth her notice. Fuck. I’m screwed.
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