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The Sadist’s Little Girl by Summer Graystone

the-sadist-and-his-little-girlSpanking romance/age play author Summer Graystone is visiting my blog, and she brought with her a smoking hot excerpt from her book The Sadist’s Little Girl, which is currently on sale for only 99 pennies. Head on over to Amazon to one-click! This book was just the right amount of sweet and tender to melt my heart, with plenty of spankings to heat things up.

About The Sadist’s Little Girl

When Hayley’s father died when she was young, it left a void in her life – and in her heart – that she has been striving to fill ever since. When adulthood came upon her, that need and that desire transferred to older men, an ache to have a ‘Daddy’ in her life. When her close friend invites her to an age play night at a local BDSM club, she meets Hunter, a Dom on the prowl and a perfect Daddy in the making. Hunter has issues of his own, a previous experience has left him scared and slightly sadistic… yet the facade is fake. His kind heart is not cruel, only damaged. Can Hayley, as the new little girl in his life, help heal the pain from his past? Can she transform him in to the loving Dom they both know he truly is?

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I lay sideways across the chair’s seat, resting my stomach on the soft padding, my arms and legs dangling from either side. I waited as patiently as I could, but with some difficulty. He would take his time, because he knew I wanted this. He would tease me before he began. It was more torturous than anything he would do with the paddle itself. The thought of asking him to hurry never entered my mind. The wait was hell, but what a delightful hell it was. My daddy knew my sins and exactly how to celebrate them, incorporating my punishment into my heavenly reward.

His hand on the small of my back told me that he was ready; it gently held me in place with the warmth of a deep embrace. His free hand slid behind me, his fingers protruding past the paddle’s handle, gliding lightly across my skin. The first swat stung deep, sending rapid shockwaves through my body and causing my skin to tingle ecstatically beneath the paddle. My legs began to tremble immediately as I allowed my head to hang motionless.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I managed, trying to make the strain in my voice sound, at the least, like it originated a bit more from pain than pleasure. But it was often harder than I could manage. All he had to do was let one finger slip and touch me there, and he would know damn well how much I liked it.

A second swat came harder than the first, sending an echoing smack bouncing off the walls before returning to my welcoming ears. Even the sound of the paddle as it quickly reddened my ass caused a barely controllable urge to beg for more. A third swat, then a fourth and fifth came in rapid succession, stealing any delusions of control from my body. I moaned loudly as Hunter applied the wood again and again, any semblance of displeasure lost to me completely. When I felt the handle of the paddle placed into his left hand on the small of my back, I could not hold back the whimper.

“Yes,” I said, knowing he would now know my desire, my appreciation. His finger slid effortlessly inside my aching opening, the sopping sound it made only heightening my desire and my need. A second finger found no further resistance than the first, as he quickened the pace, plowing his fingers inside me again and again. It was only when a third finger was added that the pace slowed, my pussy tightening around him hungrily.

His left hand left my back and found my hair, pulling my head backward toward him and holding me in place as his fingers plunged deeper into me. When his thumb extended and pressed against the darker opening between my legs, I thought I might lose consciousness. But he didn’t push it inside, merely applying pressure, teasing me with the thought of being penetrated in both openings at once. He knew I loved it; The absolute lack of control, the purest form of submission in my eyes. I craved it as much as anything else.

“Good girl, Hayley… but you aren’t cumming tonight.” His words pulled me from my haze, and a mild panic set in.

“But Daddy! I made dinner perfectly and got the dishes ready to be washed!”

“Yes, and I thank you, babygirl, but you cheated on your test last week. Did you think I would forget? I did tell you that you would be punished, didn’t I?”

I sighed angrily. Sometimes being a little girl wasn’t fun. I wanted to cum. “I’m so sorry, Daddy! I’ll never do it again.”

“I know you won’t, this will ensure it. No more buts. Time for bed.”

Author Bio

Hi! So my name is Summer, and I’m a part time erotica author, who attends classes during the day, and writes dirty romantic erotica by night. When I’m not in school studying photography, I also work as a portrait photographer at a small local studio near the beaches of Florida.

Some fun facts about me are that I love apple martinis (I just turned 21, so I can’t get enough of them) and I love Star Wars, The Vampire Diaries, the Originals, The Walking Dead and Smallville. I’m a gamer girl too. Animals are close to my heart, and I have a 3-month-old bearded dragon named Yoda (he’s green and white) and a spaz of a dog named Nala who is a Terrier/Pomeranian mix, but I digress.

My favorite thing to do is to write sexy stories that will melt your panties off, and emotional stories that will make you cry, and rejoice when the hero gets the girl in the end.

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