Welcome to Saturday Spankings. I haven't joined in the hanky-spanky fun for a while because I have been busy writing a steamy new spanking novel just for you! Meet your stern new STEPBROTHERS who are about as kinky as they come!
*** OUT 15TH APRIL ***
Not one, not two, but three sexy new stepbrothers. Hell yeah, life is about to get real interesting!
This is exactly what’s happened to Clarice Miller. Her mother’s fourth husband has three sons, all unique in their own way, and also handsome, dominant, and, so it seems, madly attracted to their new stepsister.
And she can’t deny she’s all aflutter whenever they’re around; her pulse rockets and her skin heats. Which one to choose? But should she choose any? They’re her new brothers, right, isn’t that kinky as fuck?
The matter is quickly taken out of her hands when she displeases city boy, Parker, and he tips her over his knee for a spanking and then gives her what she’s been searching for. Hugh, a hunk of a fireman, doesn’t have a problem with his brother’s firm hand and soon shows her his wild side.
But can she handle the eldest brother on top of Parker’s and Hugh’s passion-infused demands? He's a too-hot-to-handle killing machine who turns up fresh from a war zone all brooding and mysterious and with very particular needs.
Only time will tell if Clarice can keep her cool when life reaches boiling point. If she’ll be able to bend to her brothers’ will, and if her body is up to the challenge of taking everything they have to offer—at the same time.
EXCERPT
She wriggled and tried to peel his arm away. “Parker! Get off.”
“And your bad behavior is because you’ve gone too long without any boundaries or discipline, and I intend to change that, right now.”
“What? Piss off. Leave me alone.”
“So you can continue to waste your life. I don’t think so.” He stepped backward, toward the bed, pulling her with him as though she weighed nothing. “It’s about time you learned about rules and the consequences for breaking them.”
Her heart rate sped up. Her skin heated.
You’ll be over my knee, bare bottom bared, and I’ll spank the hell out of your ass until you understand how serious I am, we are, about you shaping the hell up.
Hugh’s words filled her mind, blustering in with full force. Suddenly she realized what his brother Parker had planned. He was going to tip her over his lap and smack her ass.
“I swear if you don’t let me go, I’ll scream.”
“Do that and I’ll put a sock in your mouth and the punishment will last twice as long.
“Punishment?”
He sat on the end of the bed, dragging her down with him. She squirmed and writhed within his hold, but it was no good. Within seconds her belly was pressed against his knees and she was staring at the floor. Blood rushed to her head.
“Bastard.” She scrabbled for something to hold on to. Opted for his leg and a handful of bedding. “I’ve never done anything to you.”
“No, it’s yourself you’ve been harming. But that’s all going to end now. And you’ll remember this moment as a pivotal point where everything changed.” He tugged roughly at her silky purple dress, slipping it up her legs and rucking it in the small of her back. Cool air washed over her hot skin.
Her thong underwear was sheer, tiny, and did nothing to cover her buttocks. Instinctually, she tried to cover her ass, hide it from his view, but he batted her hand away. For a moment she unbalanced, but then he trapped her close to his body, his grip steely. Her buttocks were now the highest point of her.
“Naughty girls get spanked,” he said brusquely. “And because I’m your brother, that job has come down to me.”
“Will you just…oh!”
He’d delivered a swift slap over both of her ass cheeks. The sting was shocking and grew to a blistering heat.
“You cannot be serious, I mean really…” Embarrassment heated her face. How mortifying to be in this position with a man she barely knew. A man who clearly thought she was his to order around. “Leave me alone…ouch!”
He’d spanked her again. Hard. The sound of flesh on flesh was loud in the room, seeming to echo. She tried to push up and escape.
It was no good. He had her pinned in place. “You should stop struggling. It will only make things worse.”
“How could they be fucking worse?” she said breathlessly.
“Oh, they could be…much worse.”
Spank. Spank. Spank.
Three more swipes of his palm in quick succession. The pain layered up. He was clearly an expert in getting the angle just right to produce maximum sting.
“That fucking hurts,” she huffed, her hair hanging over her face and sweat popping on her brow.
“It’s supposed to.”
He smacked her bottom again, and again. A fast, determined rhythm that felt like a swarm of wasps attacking her. She’d never been so helpless, so chastened.
With each slap the air shot from her lungs, only for her to drag it back in with a shocked gasp. She arched her back and kicked her feet.
“I told you. Keep still.” He paused and ran his hand over her smarting ass. Stroking first the left and then the right cheek. “You’re going quite red, you know.”
“No shit, Sherlock.” She squeezed her eyes tight shut. The feel of his cool hand caressing her stinging flesh stimulated new sensations. It tightened her pussy and nipples. A weight grew in her pelvis. All she could feel was him, his fingers, now stroking the creases between her buttocks and the tops of her thighs.
He went dangerously close to her pussy covered only by a slip of material. Was she wet? She felt it. Her pussy quivered as he traced the thin lace of the thong up between her buttocks.
“Are you beginning to understand that we only want what is best for you?” he asked quietly.
“I want you to leave me alone.” Her breaths were shallow. She could hear her pulse in her ears and feel it in her clit which was pushed up against his leg.
“No, you don’t. Not really.”
Smack. Smack.
He resumed the spanking. Hard and fast. The air shifting a nano-second before each slap.
She wanted to cry out, but apart from not wanting a sock in her mouth, she didn’t want him to know how much it bloody hurt. She was made of tough stock. Wasn’t she?
So she took the spanking, the pain thick now, penetrating. Her flesh felt ripe, raw, on fire. She had no idea how long he’d go on for. What his measure of a spanking was. Redness? Tears? Apologies?
“Hugh would do the same,” Parker said, pausing. “You should know that.”
“I do know that. You’re both as sadistic as each other.”
“No, not sadistic, just determined to be obeyed.”
“Obeyed! Ouch!” Spanks were raining down on her poor behind. Faster than before. She could barely catch her breath. She kicked and writhed, her hair stuck to her brow and cheeks.
And then he stopped with one hand pressed squarely over her ass.
“Please, no more,” she managed.
“No more?”
“No…it hurts. That’s enough.”
“Enough for you to do what we tell you to?”
Clarice paused. She had no intention of being under their instruction. But that wasn’t her immediate problem. Right now, she had to get off Parker’s lap so he couldn’t redden her ass further. “Yes, of course,” she said with as much conviction as she could muster. “Of course I will.”
“Good girl.” Suddenly she was lifted upright, so she was practically sitting on his lap.
Her head swam, little black dots floated in her vision, and she clutched his shoulders to stop herself listing backward.
“I’ve got you,” he said with a frown. “I’ve got you.”
“Get off.” She pushed to standing, hoping she wouldn’t faint. Her dress fell over her hips and legs, the hem hitting the floor. “Never in all my life have I been so humiliated.”
He stood and held her by the elbows.
She was glad of the support. The room was spinning.
“Then I have achieved our objective,” he said.
“To humiliate me?”
“Yes. No one likes to be humiliated, so I’m sure you will avoid it in the future. And you can do that by doing what is expected of you.”
The spinning feeling was thankfully retreating. “What is expected of me? Huh. I’ll tell you what I was expecting, and that was a fuck with Wayne. He was up for it. So was I. Believe it or not, I’m quite capable of having sex without a relationship. Fucking for fucking’s sake.”
His eyes narrowed, and his jaw tightened.
“Right now, instead of this…” She flicked her hand at him, removing his hold from her elbows. “I could be riding Wayne’s cock like a goddamn cowgirl, having the time of my life. Yet instead, I’m here with you, my ass sore, and wondering if I can salvage the situation with Wayne after you were so rude to him.”
“You want a fuck?” His voice was dark and dangerous, and he’d spoken quietly, in stark contrast to the volume of hers. “Is that what you want, Clarice?”
“Yes. It’s Saturday. I always fuck on a Saturday.” She stared up at him with her heart clattering against her ribs. Now she knew her pussy was wet and her thong soaking, she could feel its dampness.
“You always fuck on a Saturday,” he repeated.
“Yes.” She glared at him. She was mad but she was also turned on. Alive. Her blood running hot and wild. It was as if the spanking had flicked a switch in her pussy. “I do.”
“So I’ll fuck you.”
“What?” Had she heard him right?
“I’ll fuck you.” His voice was practically a growl. “Then you won’t have gone without and I won’t have to think of Wayne, or worse, some stranger, with his cock in my sister’s pussy.”
“Oh, jeez, I…oh—”
I have to say you have been using your writing time wisely! I have a feeling this book is hot as hell.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing premise, and I've a feeling I'm going to really like Parker. Congrats on your new release!
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