Saturday Spankings - TAMING HER #SatSpanks #eroticromance #FSOG #BDSMromance

 

Welcome to Saturday Spankings, this week I have a steamy snippet from my new release TAMING HER - get stuck in!

When they were still in college, Ava Sontag ran away from her feelings for Griffin Dix. It was the biggest mistake of her life, and she thought she would never see him again. Until today...

Today he put her in handcuffs.

He's a police officer now and she's under arrest, but he's not bringing her back to the station.

After watching Ava put herself at risk with self-destructive behavior twice in one day, Griffin has decided that drastic action is warranted. She is coming home with him whether she likes it or not, and once there she will be taken in hand and given the stern correction she clearly needs.

But Griffin is planning to do much more than just bare Ava's bottom and spank her soundly. She is going to find out just how much desperately intense pleasure a dominant man can wring from her naked, helplessly bound body, and when he is done with her she will be well and truly tamed.

She stared at his heavy eyebrows, stern eyes, and the flare of his nostrils. The man was bloody serious. Whatever he was about to do, he was determined to do it.

Her dress dragged over her buttocks, exposing them. She wore a thin purple thong. “Griff!” “And I don’t mind if you cry out,” he said, “my neighbors are a good distance away.” 

“Why would I cry out, I... ouch!” A searing pain had landed over her right buttock. The spatula connecting with her flesh...hard.

She danced on her toes, heat spreading over her skin. “You fucking bastard. You good for

nothing twat, I hope you rot in hell for that, Griff Dix, I really do, I... oh!”

He’d slapped her again, on the other buttock. Pain flashed in a white-hot explosion. The

spatula was damn wicked for such an innocuous-looking object.

“Bloody hell! You’re a right piece of work, an asshole in the biggest sense. I’ll get you for

this... ah!”

He’d done it again. Both cheeks in fast succession. Hard thwacks that shifted the air a split

second before the connection.

“What the heck are you doing, you moron? You big fucking oaf. I’ll see you hang... argh!

Ouch! Ouch!” She was dancing on her toes, twisting this way and that to get away from the spanks raining down on her poor buttocks.

“Keep hurling abuse at me and you’ll keep being punished.”

She clamped her lips together and closed her eyes. The indignity of having her dress hiked up and her bottom smacked was almost too much to bear—and by Griff Dix of all people.

“Bastard!” She twisted her head. “Fucking bastard.”

“You will learn to behave.” His jaw was tight, his eyes narrow. “If it’s the last damn thing I do.”

He set his hand on her belly, and his thick leg in front of hers held her still.

She tried to get away, but it was to no avail. Tucking her bottom in was no help either. She was his target and he took aim. Over and over again.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The spatula flew fast and wicked against her bottom. The heat was intense. It went up her back, down her legs, and buzzed in her clit.

She threw her head back and groaned. Lights flashed behind her eyelids—the pain a wild and bright sensation holding her body hostage.

“Please, no more.”

He ceased punishing her bottom. “Have you finished with the foul language?”

“What does my fucking language matter to you?” She kept her head back, eyes closed. 

Slap. Slap.

“Shit!” She jolted forward.

“Your language is not becoming, Ava.”

“Are we in the goddamn Victorian era? Not becoming?”

“No, we’re in present day, my grandmother would not like that language in her kitchen.” 

“She probably wouldn’t like you beating a woman either.”

“I am not beating you. I am disciplining you, Ava. There is a big difference.” He clasped

her chin and forced her head to come level. “Open your eyes.” 

She did.

“Now look into mine.” He paused while she focused. “I am in complete control, this spanking isn’t being done out of anger, there’s no red mist. I will do nothing more than give you a red blush to your sweet behind.”

“So why do it?” She swallowed down a lump in her throat that threatened to become a sob. She didn’t want to cry again, the way she had when she’d fled Ruby’s. If she let the tears start they might not stop.

“Because you’ve never been made to walk the line by anyone. Now it’s time. And if I’m the only one willing to take you in hand, then you’re stuck with me.” He smoothed the cool, flat end of the spatula over first her right buttock then her left. “Do you need more?”

“No. No.” A rush of anger squeezed her chest. “Not that. No more on my ass.” She leaned closer, so close their noses almost touched. “But why don’t you just get it out of your system, Griff?”

His eyes narrowed, his eyelashes almost touching. “What? Get what out of my system?” 

“Just fucking fuck me,” she whispered, “that’s what you brought me here for, isn’t it?”

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