Welcome to Saturday Spankings. I'm delighted to report that my publisher has just made HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD available on Kindle Unlimited. Fancy a trip back in time to discover the kinks of a sexy and stern mansion owner...look no further...
“Hurry up.” He clapped a couple of times and the sharp sound rattled around the room. “I won’t tell you again.”
“No, sir. Sorry, sir.” Liz rushed to his side. There was nothing for it but to tip herself up and offer her buttocks for punishing once again.
She didn’t have to navigate downward. He took a hold of her and quickly manoeuvred her over his lap.
Her breasts pressed against his hot thigh. She struggled to keep her toes on the floor and gripped his right calf and the leg of the chair to try to steady herself.
But she didn’t need to worry. He clamped his hand on her back and pulled her up tight, so that her body was flush with his.
“You took it well yesterday,” he said, tugging her skirt upward in short sharp jerks.
“Yes, sir.” She closed her eyes as cool air washed over the back of her thighs and the tight material of her skirt was rucked around her waist.
“But today will be harder to bear.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” Damn it. The previous day’s spanking had pushed her far enough.
“It is too late for apologies. You should have thought of that before you took the twins outside instead of schooling them by the blackboard. It is clear to me that you are disobedient, disrespectful of my rules and, I must say, you are also out of control.”
“If that’s what you think, sir.” When had she ever been spoken to like this? She wanted to argue, wanted to tell him what she thought of his ideas about education. But in this position, tipped over his hard thighs, she couldn’t summon the words.
“It is what I think.” He ran his hand over her ass cheeks, first the right and then the left. “Exactly what I think.” His voice quieted as he smoothed over her knickers then onto her lower back and down to her thighs. “You are a very bad girl and must submit to your punishment.”
Any second now the first spank would arrive. Her belly trembled and her throat tightened.
But there was no slap. Instead she was jolted as he yanked at her knickers, pulling them down to her thighs.
“Oh...” She attempted to sit. “Really...I...”
A spank was all well and good. But on naked buttocks? And oh, God... he’d be able to see the damp patch that gave away her arousal.
“Keep still, Miss Moray.” His voice was firm as he pressed his palm over her ass cheeks, trapping her to him. “You brought this on yourself.”
Suddenly a lick of fire travelled over her ass as he swiped first the left cheek and then the right.
She gasped and wriggled. “Ouch!”
“That’s just the start,” he said. “And I do not wish to have to battle with you.” He gripped her tighter, pulling her closer.
Several more spanks rained down.
She jolted with each one, her clit rubbing against his leg.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, keeping her eyes closed.
He continued to smack her. Hard. Switching between buttocks. With each strike she rubbed herself against him. A familiar pressure was building. The need to come. The want for more. It was as if every nerve was on fire, every erogenous zone in her body awake and demanding stimulation.
His attention.
“I want your obedience,” he said without pausing in her punishment.
“Yes, sir,” she gasped.
“And I want you to remember the feel of my hand here, later, tonight when you are in bed.”
He paused and stroked her burning skin.
She groaned and writhed against him. Pushing her butt upward for his caress, then pulling away as the sting ebbed and flowed. Damn it, she was almost at her limit again.
And she didn’t want to reach that limit without getting what should come next. A good fuck, the way she had in the past after a spanking.
His caress skimmed the under curves of her ass, feathering dangerously near her intimate parts.
She held her breath and pressed her mound against him. It wouldn’t take much. A few rubs, rotations, and she’d be there.
“Mmm...” she moaned, pressing into his body. A solid length of flesh dug into her waist— his erection.
She flicked her eyes open and stared at the floor.
So she wasn’t the only one thinking of fucking.
Suddenly she was on her feet again. Her head spun, her skirt stayed lodged around her waist.
He stooped and grabbed her knickers, dragged them back into place.
The waistband scratched her sensitive ass and she wobbled as a dizzy sensation threatened to over balance her.
He held her steady, his breaths coming hard and fast and washing over her cheek. “Lord Radley,” she gasped, pulling in air and willing the light-headedness to recede. After a few moments and a deep breath, it did.
“Elizabeth,” he said, his voice as tight as hers.
She looked into his eyes. Their dark depths were on fire, lust ablaze within them. And that was what she just felt too, lustful.
Hot snippet, Lily, and congrats for your new release on KU.
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