Wednesday, August 31, 2016

The Wanton Widow by Maggie Carpenter

Maggie Carpenter is back with a new book! The Wanton Widow is a Victorian thriller guaranteed to intrigue and captivate!



MYSTERIOUS STRANGERS. MURDER AND VENGEANCE.

BLAZING PASSION. 

Crackling lightening and booming thunder roar through the night, almost shaking the mansion. Lady Verity James, a widow who shuns societys rules, is in her lavish boudoir with a secret lover when her austere butler knocks on her door. A foreign stranger, soaked through, is in the foyer.

His name is Dantae Fellini, and he claims to be the secretary to an Italian Count. Their carriage crashed, and Dantae has been sent to seek help. 

She offers shelter, but quickly discovers their accident was sabotage. What secrets do the men hold? Is danger now lurking in her home? And why does Count Cavaletti appear ill-at-ease, while his secretary, with his long dark hair and blazing blue eyes, make her pulse race and her face redden.

Suddenly her life is turned upside down. Surrounded by drama and intrigue, she is swept away in an unstoppable romance, finding herself subject to discipline and unspeakably wicked pleasures.


If you enjoy suspenseful, erotic romance, look no further than Maggie Carpenters latest novel, a thrilling Victorian page-turner. Pick it up today.




He had removed his robe when hed left his chair and was now naked, and he idly moved his hand over his swollen manhood. He could have lifted her and placed her on the bed, but he wanted to see her gloriously nude body wriggle itself into position.
Verity could feel the edge of the mattress, and decided the easiest course would be to bend over, then squirm forward. It proved far more difficult than she thought it would be, but she could imagine her lewd exposure, and how Roccos eye was viewing every part of her. The desire to please him made her exaggerate her gyrations, and she spread her legs wide as she maneuvered her way forward.
She was right. Rocco was relishing the salacious sight, but when it appeared the task was proving almost impossible with her wrists bound, he placed his hands around her waist and helped her finish her climb.
“There,” he declared, deciding to place her on her side. “You did well.”
“It was so hard,” she muttered, trying to catch her breath.
“But it was beautiful to watch,” he remarked, laying his lips against her neck. “Rest there for just a moment.”
Moving across the room, he removed the thick cords holding apart the heavy drapes. They would be more than sufficient, and as he started back he saw a cloth doily underneath a vase. Lifting the vase and pulling it out, he studied it carefully. The doily was clean, soft, and appeared as if it had been just placed there. Veritys house was kept in excellent order, but with Lambert in charge, Rocco wasnt surprised.
Armed with all he needed he approached the bed, placed two pillows near the footboard, then shifted her body and laid her hips over them. It raised her bottom in the air, and as he looped the curtain cord around each ankle, spreading her legs and securing them to the posts, she let out a squeal.
“Is there something you wish to say?” he asked, sitting on the bed and moving the hair from her face.
“I have never felt so helpless,” she whimpered. “Its…its…”
“Its what?”
“Its a scary, wonderful feeling.
“In a moment, you will no longer be able to speak, so if you have something you need to tell me, now is the time.”
“Thank you,” she softly murmured. “I just…I feel like me again.”
The comment touched his heart, and lowering his lips to hers, he softly kissed her, then tenderly suckled her lower lip before breaking away.
“Open wide,” he whispered.
As she lowered her jaw, he balled up the doily and stuffed it into her mouth.
“If you are in any distress, and I mean, real distress, make three quick grunting sounds. Let me hear you.”
“Ugghh, ugghh, ugghh.”
“Good. You are now completely at my mercy, and my first order of business is to deliver a vigorous spanking, not just to remind you to behave and mind your manners, but because it delights me to see your bottom turn crimson from my hand.”
He had positioned her so she was only a short distance from the edge of the mattress, and sitting next to her, he tickled her pussy for several long minutes, building her longing…and her anticipation. In spite of her gag she was moaning loudly, and he found the noise immensely satisfying, but as he rose to his feet and raised his hand, he knew he would soon be hearing a very different kind of sound.





Male dominance/ female submission. My passion. It is that which I write about, and my alpha-males range from down-home, hunky, spanking cowboys, to fantasy, sword-wielding, warriors, and of course, artful romantic Dominants who don't need dollars to melt their sweet subs, (even if a few of them have mega-bucks).

There's a little bit of me in all the stories, and The British Bachelor trilogy is based on a long-distance relationship I had with a British Dominant, James Collier. When he agreed to work with me on I AM A DOMINANT, I was absolutely thrilled. This book is a first-hand account of some of his more interesting experiences, including the amusing, and intriguing story of the first time he had a woman over his lap. 

I am an old-fashioned romantic, complete with my own white knight fantasies, so a red rose and heart-felt sentiment is alive and well on the pages of all my novels. If you like to sigh, please, come on in.

Last but not least, I am blessed to share my life with a precious pup, and a gorgeous mare. All creatures great and small also live close to my heart.


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Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Her Protector, Boston Doms Book 3 by Jane Henry and Maisy Archer

Jane Henry and Maisy Archer have a new book out! Her Protector is Book 3 in the sizzling Boston Doms series. After you ogle the gorgeous cover, read the sexy excerpt, don't forget to enter to win a free copy of Her Protector!


  Tony Angelico thinks he knows all about Dominants and submissives. After all, his two brothers are unapologetic Dominants with long-term submissive partners. Tony also knows that Tessa, the woman who works for him… the one girl he can't get out of his mind… is interested in the lifestyle. But he wants no part of bossing women around, let alone dominating them.

Tessa Damon craves the attention and discipline of a strong, dominant alpha male, but she's not been able to find what she's looking for. She's attracted to Tony, and can't help fantasizing about being taken over his knee for a sound spanking. She longs for the release and comfort of submitting to a man she can trust.

The night Tony decides to give it a shot, everything changes. But can Tessa be healed from her abusive past, and find that she's worthy of love? Can they find a path that works for both of them? Will Tony finally understand that there is no one definition to cover every nuance of what being a Dominant means – not when his heart and soul know that he wants nothing more than to assume the role of Tessa's protector?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit themes, including the spanking of adult women and other BDSM scenarios. The book also includes a self-harm scene involving “cutting”. If such material is likely to offend or trigger you in some way, please do not read.




“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice so gentle, it seemed almost ironic he was talking about spanking her. His gentleness made the tears threaten to fall again, her throat clogged with them. She’d been bossed around and tied up, ordered into submission and whipped, but never had any of the men she was with asked her not only what she wanted, but what she needed.

“A real spanking,” she whispered. “One that hurts. I want to feel your strength.”

One of his hands wrapped around her waist, and her hand instinctively flew back. He grasped it, holding her hand, a gesture that was at once intimate and assuring, pressing her hand, engulfed in his large one, into the small of her back as the first smack of his hand fell. Her panties were thin and his hand large; the sting from the single swat hurt more than she’d expected.

“Ow,” she said in a little voice.

“Too hard?” he asked, squeezing her hand in the small of her back.

“Noooo, no no no, please, Tony,” she said. “Not too hard. That’s perfect.”

Another sound smack jolted her, and now he was spanking her in earnest, his palm rising and descending, and the heat of each spank warmed her skin, beginning with a jolt of pain that quickly spread to warmth, and her clit zinged with each stroke…





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Jane Henry
Jane has been writing since her early teens, dabbling in short stories and poetry. When she married and began having children, her pen was laid to rest for several years, until the National Novel Writing Challenge (NaNoWriMo) in 2010 awakened in her the desire to write again. That year, she wrote her first novel, and has been writing ever since. In 2012, she became interested in the d/s lifestyle, and has discovered her love for writing romance with a d/s twist. With a houseful of children, she finds time to write in the early hours of the morning, squirreled away with a laptop, blanket, and cup of hot coffee. Years ago, she heard the wise advice, “Write the book you want to read,” and has taken it to heart. She sincerely hopes you also enjoy the books she likes to read.


Maisy Archer

Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves - coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family - her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.


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Monday, August 29, 2016

The Highlander's Mate by Jaye Peaches

Jaye Peaches has a new book out and The Highlander's Mate ticks all my boxes - a paranormal, shapeshifter spanking romance set in Scotland! Perfect!



When Claire Armitage’s fiancé, Captain Felix Hughes, informs her that he must interrupt their courtship to travel to his estate in Scotland on urgent business, she is distraught. Refusing to wait patiently for his return as he instructed, she instead journeys to the highlands on her own to join him, but upon her arrival she quickly discovers that he will not tolerate such reckless behaviour.

Resolved to demonstrate to his future bride that disobedience will have consequences, Felix takes Claire over his knee for a thorough spanking on her bare bottom. But chastising her in such a fashion awakens desires in him that are too powerful to control, and to protect her innocence he attempts to send her back home to England until he can make her his wife.

Claire cannot be dissuaded from returning once more to Felix’s side, however, even if it means submitting to any punishment he sees fit and then surrendering completely to his lustful dominance. But when she learns the true reason for his visit to the ancient home of his family, and sees with her own eyes that Felix is much more than an ordinary laird, will Claire still yearn for him to claim her?


Publisher’s Note: The Highlander’s Mate is a stand-alone sequel to His Lordship’s Mate. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


She brushed aside a tear that hung from an eyelid. “I don’t want to be punished,” she huffed.
“Nor do I wish to punish you. This, I can assure you, will end my disappointment, and yours too. I sense you know that you have travelled in on a whimsical pretext and with little consideration for those who care for you. Your impatience is to blame.”
He summoned up her fault with accuracy and she had no ground to argue a defence. “I’ve never been spanked before,” she said quietly.
“It is time you were then.”
She gaped at him, astounded by his consistent tone of voice and refusal to be swayed by her calls for mitigation. What surprised her most was that she actually wanted to appease him and to such extent she was facing the realisation she would let him spank her. Rising, she shuffled around the table on her wobbly legs.
“Lift up your skirts,” he told her. Once again, the authority of his voice astounded her. It seeped into her mind and ate away at the defiance.
She tried another attempt at mitigation. “Can’t you spank me over them?”
He smiled for a second. “Claire, what purpose would that serve when I wish you to show humility? Now be a good girl and don’t argue with me. Lift up your skirts to your waist.”
Heat bloomed into her face and she hunched her shoulders in shame. “I’m not wearing drawers. I had no clean drawers. I left my luggage at the tavern in Garve.”
“I know. The cart arrived earlier. The innkeeper is a good fellow. Now, you’ll have clean drawers and clothes, but after I have tanned your bare hide.”
She’d dreamed of undressing for him. A slow, seductive divesting and instead, she had the ignominy of hitching up her gown and petticoats, bundling them before her and showing her stockingless legs and bottom cheeks.
“Come, come, Claire. You’ve a bonny arse to show me.”
“Sir!” His vulgar term had surprised her. He never spoke so uncouthly before now.
“I shall say it again—a bonny arse that needs to be disciplined. Bend over my lap and grip the chair legs. Now.”
Aghast, and close to crying, she tipped forward and lay over his thighs. He supported her as she shifted into position. He unravelled her skirts and a cool waft of air hit her between the thighs. She squashed them together and prayed he could not see what lay between them.
Felix rested his hand on her bottom. The warmth of his hand permeated quickly through her shivering flesh. Nerves had caused a flurry of goose bumps to rise up across her body. His hand felt huge and weighty, not the hand of a gentleman.
“I shall give you a warm-up with my hand, then when I deem you ready, I shall take a spoon and drum it upon your tender behind until you appreciate what a bad lass you’ve been.”
Claire clutched the chair legs and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. The only reason she was doing this was because he had asked her and if she had any say in what might happen to her in the coming days, any chance of convincing him to let her stay, she had to show willingness to obey him.



I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.





Thursday, August 25, 2016

Corralling Callie by Amelia Smarts

I'm so excited to have Amelia Smarts here today and she's sharing details about her steamy new Western - Corralling Callie!




For eighteen-year-old orphan Callie Broderick, going west as a mail-order bride seems to be the only hope she has for a decent husband. But when she sets out for the gold-mining town of Sacramento with nothing more than the clothes on her back and a stagecoach ticket, she quickly discovers that the trip will be quite a bit different than she expected.

As a former soldier and an experienced coachman, Jude Johnson is used to difficulties and dangers of all kinds during the arduous journey west, but he has never had to deal with trouble like Callie before. Not being the kind of man to kick a penniless orphan off his coach, he puts up with the sassy, disobedient girl for as long as he can, but when Callie’s antics put the lives of his passengers at risk Jude is forced to take matters into his own hands and spank her soundly.

The stern punishment leaves her thoroughly chastened and promising to behave, and Jude soon realizes that when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant façade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful. As the days pass, he takes it upon himself to guide her, care for her, and give her the loving discipline she so desperately needs, as often as she needs it. But when they reach their destination, will he be able to give her up?

Publisher’s Note: Corralling Callie includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



She wailed another apology. “I’m sorry. Please don’t spank me, Jude!”
He tossed up her skirt and petticoat as she squirmed. “You decided to run off like a child when you didn’t get your way, so you’ll be treated as one,” he growled. He landed a hard swat over her thin drawers, nearly covering the entirety of her bottom with his large hand. “Other people want to sit up front, and you’re going to have a good attitude about it by the time I get through with you. You’re also going to mind my words when I speak.” He punctuated his admonishment with hard swats that jerked her forward each time.
“I’ll mind you! And I’ll have a good attitude.” She squirmed frantically over his lap as his hand picked up speed and fell again and again.

“Hold still,” he said sternly, landing two sharp swats on her thighs, “or I’ll remove your drawers and blister you with my belt.”

She gasped, mortified, and stopped jerking about momentarily, but his swats were so hard that she found it nearly impossible to remain still. This punishment felt much worse than when he’d landed the belt four times over the protection of her skirts, and it sure lasted a lot longer than the first spanking. Jude grasped her waist and pulled her against his body to keep her from twisting off his lap. The smacks were loud and echoed against the walls of the barn. The horses and cow neighed and mooed along with her howls.

Jude brought his hand down with great focus, not letting up for quite some time and making sure every inch of her bottom received punishment. He lectured her as he spanked, but Callie barely heard it, being so focused on the sting, which deepened with each fall of his hand. “You will stay with the others. I’ll not have you running off, worrying me and delaying our trip.” Smack!
“I’ll stay with the others!” she promised in a wail.

“That you will, young lady.” He smacked the low curve of her bottom especially hard. “Otherwise, you’ll be spending the entire trip sitting on a smarting bottom.”




Also by Amelia Smarts and Stormy Night Publications

Claimed by the Mountain Man – Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man? http://amzn.to/2b5SymF

His Little Red Lily – Innocent farm girl asks repeatedly to be hired as an entertainer, but the saloon owner has different ideas about where a stubborn, disobedient little girl belongs. http://amzn.to/1TouqoF

Fetching Charlotte Rose – A proud young woman learns lessons in love and safety when a no-nonsense man sweeps her off of her feet… and over his lap. http://amzn.to/1U3FCJJ
     




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I'm an author of romance novels featuring domestic discipline/spanking. Usually my stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man's firm hand connecting with a woman's naughty backside. It's important to me that I tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. I write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle and succeed in their journey to love and happiness. If you'd like to talk books with me, feel free to drop me a note at amelia_smarts@yahoo.com. Happy reading! 

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Tuesday, August 23, 2016

The Pirate’s Captive by Maisy Archer


Maisy Archer has a new release - The Pirate's Captive! Check out the searing kiss teaser in the excerpt!





When a notorious pirate demands a ransom from her family in return for lifting his blockade of the local port, twenty-one-year-old Evelyn Hollywell takes matters into her own hands. Her plan to thwart the lawless rogue quickly goes awry, however, when she is carried off from her home and held as a captive aboard his ship.

Evelyn quickly discovers that while the handsome buccaneer has no intention of doing her any harm, he will not tolerate disobedience, and when she attempts an escape she ends up over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking in front of his entire crew. Though the stern punishment infuriates Evelyn, she cannot help wondering what it would be like to be mastered much more thoroughly, and soon enough she is blushing crimson and quivering with desire as he teaches her exactly what it means for a beautiful lady to surrender her body to a dominant man.

Despite her growing attraction to her captor, however, his plans for her remain a mystery. She is to be delivered to a man in Boston, but she knows neither who he is nor what he wants with her. All she can be sure of is that with each passing day she feels less like a prisoner and more like a priceless treasure. But will old enemies or the dangers of the high seas tear her from her lover’s arms?
Publisher’s Note: The Pirate’s Captive includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


He wrapped one enormous hand around my waist, gripping the small of my back, pulled me into him, and kissed me.

Oh.

Oh, God.
The shock of it broke through the wall of my anger with the force of a cannonball, eradicating it as though it had never existed, and I was lost to sensation.
His lips were hard, bruising, forcing me to yield. I didn’t hesitate. I parted my lips and his tongue reached out to tangle with mine, stroking over me slowly, as though savoring the taste of me, coaxing me to respond in kind. I hesitantly brushed my tongue against his and he growled, actually growled, low in his throat. The feral sound made my belly flip and my knees tremble, but it didn’t matter, because he was there, supporting me. One of his hands remained at my waist while the other moved up my back to grip the nape of my neck, and he lifted me so that only the very tips of my toes touched the floor, and my breasts pushed against the hard, hot wall of his chest.

I ran my hands up over his arms, reveling in the feel of him, his muscles bunched and corded as he supported me easily. And then I did something I’d wanted to do from the first moment I’d seen him. I tangled my fingers in his wild brown hair.

And the kiss grew hotter.

His fingers knotted in my hair and he pulled me back so that I arched against him. The hand at my waist moved around to my belly and then up… and up…

When the backs of his fingers touched the underside of my breast, I groaned. Every part of me was aflame and I ached with need. I couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. Without conscious thought, I lifted my leg over his, ready to climb him, fitting him against me.

The shock of his hardness against my core made bolts of excitement shoot up my spine. He was so hard, hard everywhere, and I… I had never felt so soft…

I had no idea what came next, no idea what more he wanted from me, but I gave myself over to him in that moment. Where he led, I would go.




Maisy is an unabashed book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer, she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never looked back. Like her other great loves - coffee, caramel, beach vacations, yoga pants, and her amazing family - her love of words has only continued to grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.




Thursday, August 18, 2016

Boston by Alexis Alvarez Blog Tour

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Parker Minelli, a fitness trainer and cover model, is every woman's dream. His Boston accent, chiseled abs and easy-going nature have women flocking to him. But when he meets author Abby, whose brains are bigger than his biceps, he sets out to prove that he's more than just a pretty face. Abby is thrilled—and a little breathless—when Parker agrees to work with her on her next book release. However, they soon discover that while opposites may attract, that doesn't mean that they can overcome their differences. Especially when Parker's supermodel ex-girlfriend reappears. Will they be able to see the big picture and accept each other as they are, or will their differences close the book on their chance at love?

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Alexis Alvarez writer erotic fiction. Her books feature strong, intelligent sassy heroines who may enjoy being submissive in the bedroom, but are never doormats or pushovers. You can find more about her work on her website www.graffitifiction.com, where she and her two real-life sisters - who are also romance writers - blog about their books. In addition to being a romance author, Alexis is also a photographer and digital designer. She enjoys spending time with her family, traveling, and making really inappropriate jokes.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Trickery by Constance Masters

 The lovely Constance Masters is here with her brand new book - Trickery and it sounds delectable!




Morgan King is a 23 year old virgin who has never had a proper boyfriend. The fussy young woman longs to meet a man everything like the heroes in the spanking romance novels she loves to read. When such a man comes along, Morgan is sure that he must be too good to be true and balks at actually meeting him.

Jackson Brooks is a 29 year old middle school teacher who works summers at his family’s summer camp. When he gets to know Morgan on an online dating site, he is sure she’s the girl for him. They are both ready to settle down and he doesn’t understand why she is so hesitant to meet him in person. His confusion deepens when he finds out she has sent him a fake photo; he is not happy. With his job as director of the summer camp looming, he decides to give the elusive Morgan some space.

Morgan is devastated when she realizes she has probably blown things with Jackson. The desperate young woman hatches a plan to get to know him secretly. She pretends to be her own mother and books herself into Sunnyvale Summer Camp under the name of Alyssa King, using her sister’s birth certificate. What will happen when Jackson finds out?


 “I like this,” Morgan said, cuddling into Jackson. The air conditioning was on making the room quite cool and the bed all the more cosy. When he leaned in to kiss her, she kissed him back with equal fervor. Her mind was now clear and the pressure she’d been feeling earlier had gone.
“I’m glad.” Jackson said. He pushed himself to sit up against the bedhead. “Here, lay over my lap.”
Morgan looked at him warily. “I thought you said I had a reprieve until tomorrow,” she said.
“You do. This isn't about punishment Morgan, this is more about a bit of sexy fun.” He patted his lap.
Morgan jumped to her knees; she was always open to having a little fun; the fact that it was spanking fun was even better. She bent over Jackson’s lap and he patted her bottom.
“Comfortable?” He ran his fingernails down her back lightly, then continued on over one plump cheek and then the other.
“Uh huh, that’s magic, I love it.”
He brought his hand down with a light slap first on one cheek and then on the other. “Not too hard for you?” he continued spanking, one cheek and then the other.
Morgan could not believe how good it felt although he was being very gentle. Her bottom bounced in frustration before she realized. “Sorry, you could spank a little harder than that.”
Jackson chuckled and brought his hand down sharply. “Be careful what you wish for little girl.”
Morgan gasped as a flurry of sharp smacks splattered across her bottom, one after the other. They were so close together that she couldn’t tell where one slap finished and the next one started. “Too hard!” she yelped.
“Oh, sorry,” Jackson said. “Was that a little hard?” He kept the rhythm but softened the landing of his paddle like hand.
“Better,” Morgan said, relaxing into the feeling. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to melt into his. Her hair had fallen over her face in a tanged mess and she didn’t give a damn. Just when she didn’t think she could feel any closer to heaven, Jackson upped his game.  The hand that wasn’t spanking slid between them; his fingers dancing down her belly until they found their target. The feeling was so intense that she tried to move but he held her in place, flicking and delicately rolling her nub with his fingers. She let out an involuntary moan. “Mmmm.”
“Good?”
“Oh yeah, it feels great.” Morgan had pleasured herself before and she had reached orgasm but this was different. She felt so vulnerable turning what had always been a private delight and what ever reaction came from that over to someone else. He was totally and completely in control—and she liked it. “Jackson…” Cold fissions of heat sizzled up her legs; his hand kept spanking while the other continued to tease her, to build that indescribable feeling until her body reached one big explosion that triggered tiny little sparks of after shock that shook her for what felt like a minutes. When she finally floated back to reality, she kept her head hidden on her arm. How embarrassing was it to experience that when you were the only one feeling it. Such a personal thing; she had just come be herself while lying over her naked boyfriends lap and if she wasn’t mistaken, the evidence of her pleasure had leaked on his leg. “Well, this is awkward,” she said, still not game to lift her head.
Jackson started to laugh, not just a chuckle this time; his head dropped back and he roared. When he stopped he tickled her side. “This isn’t a bit awkward,” he said. “Come up here to me.”
“No,” she said. “I can’t look at you Jackson!”
“Yes, you can. Come on up here.” He added a generous slap to her pink behind.
“Ow, that hurt.” She sat right up.
“It worked though,” he said with a grin. “Give me a hug.”
She leaned in to his open arms and smiled. “Thank you,” she said with a shy smile.
“You’re welcome.” Jackson kissed the top of her head. “Want to watch a movie?” He asked.
“I guess.” Morgan was a little confused. Did he not want to have sex with her?
“We have time honey,” he said. “I want you to take your time and be comfortable and relaxed.”

“What if I don’t want to take my time Jackson? I am comfortable and relaxed thanks to your interesting spanking. As for time, I’m twenty-three years old and I’m a virgin. How much longer do I need to wait?



Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.

She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.

Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's a lot like her life.




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