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.
Email: constancemasters@gmail.com || Blog
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