Welcome to Saturday Spankings. I'm completely thrilled to announce that I have a brand new spanking book out this week. AT HER HUSBAND'S COMMAND is packed full of spankings with a variety of implements and is sure to hit the spot!
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In their cottage in the country, thirty-two-year-old submissive Melody and her dominant husband Ivor have the freedom to enjoy intimate gatherings with friends who share their particular interests. But when a new—and very beautiful—young woman makes her first appearance at one of their parties, Melody cannot help growing envious of the attention she receives.
As soon as Ivor learns of his wife’s reaction to this new woman’s presence, he makes it very clear to Melody that their bond is stronger than ever and there will never be room for anyone but her in his heart. But when she persists in letting her unfounded jealousy get the better of her, will Ivor follow through with his promise of a long, hard, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking?
“If you can’t sit down later, if you need to eat your meal standing, then that’s your own fault,” he said, rubbing his hand over the surface of his newest toy. “And you can explain to the guests that you flirted shamelessly with your master when you should have been preparing for their visit.”
Melody didn’t think her flirting had been particularly shameless, but if Ivor said it was, she’d go along with it. Arguing would be futile, plus the glint of excitement in his eyes thrilled her. His new spanking paddle had clearly got him really hot under the collar.
She risked a glance at his groin, just visible over the surface of the table. Sure enough, a long, thick bulge strained at his fly.
A groan escaped her throat. God, would he fuck her too? Now? Just a quick fast one after he’d reddened her buttocks to give them both some release and possibly a little stamina for later?
Later... a few sweet hours and then...
She didn’t have time to think about later because the air behind her whooshed in a cool breeze, then a crack of pain covered both of her arse cheeks.
She cried out and shifted up the table.
Fuck, that had hurt. The pain was deep and profound as well as sharp and mean.
Another hard whack.
She went up onto her tiptoes and clenched the tablecloth, gripping it in her fists.
“Mmm, very nice,” he said, caressing her arse. “A beautiful, broad band of redness.” “Yes, Sir,” she murmured.
“I must use this more often.”
“Yes... ah...”
He’d hit again.
She harnessed the pain, the way she was adept at doing and allowed it to pool in her clit.
Grinding against the table, she enjoyed the way the hard wood dragged against her body and crumpled the satin.
“Good girl,” he said. “That’s it. Make it feel good.”
She knew she was lucky. Ivor was a kind master who allowed her to find relief by rubbing herself as he spanked her. Whether it was the table, his leg, or the back of the sofa, it was permissible.
“More,” she gasped. “More, please.”
He gave it, hard and fast, another five paddles that had her skin raging as though live fire had raced over it.
She clenched her internal muscles, a drip of moisture oozed down her thigh, and she reached for her clit.
Crash.
The paddle had landed on the floor. Ivor was behind her, kicking her feet wider.
Melody moaned, knowing what was coming. Gazing lustfully at him as he’d made the bread had been the best thing she’d done all day.
His cock was there, searching for her entrance. Then he was pushing, shoving, burying deep.
He gripped her hair, yanking it into a rough ponytail. “I’m going to fucking fuck your red arse, you bad sub,” he said, his voice laced with tension.
He may tell her she was a bad sub, but I suspect he wouldn't want her any other way. Sexy snippet, Lily.
ReplyDeleteJealousy rears it's ugly head sometimes and we can't ignore it. He has a wonderful way to get her attention back where it belongs.
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