As soon as her feet hit the ground, Isaac commanded, “You go wait for me in our room.” He didn’t check to see if she acknowledged the order, but turned and told Pete to put the horse up and then help Uncle Frank in the garden.
The staircase loomed, and she had to force herself to climb it. Once she reached the bedroom, she stood awkwardly, unsure of what she was supposed to do. Priscilla had spoken about standing in the corner, but Isaac hadn’t asked her to do that. Perhaps he wouldn’t bare her bottom either. Glancing out the window, she saw Pete and Uncle Frank working in the garden.
Isaac’s footsteps on the stairs made her heart race. She spun to face him as he shut the door firmly behind him.
“I’m sorry you had to go back to the store,” she blurted. It dawned on her then that he had allowed Priscilla to tease him rather than tell everyone she’d acted foolishly.
“Yes, I had to go back to the store, but the issue at hand,” he began to roll up his right shirtsleeve, “is that you disobeyed me.”
“I didn’t know it was so important to obey you.”
“After today, you will know,” he said grimly.
She had faced a possible execution calmly and yet now found herself trembling over a spanking. Licking her dry lips, she whispered, “Will you tell me what you’ll do to me?”
He sat on the bed. “When your bottom is bare, you’ll go over my knee. Then I’ll spank you. I’m sorry you’re so frightened, but you earned a spanking and you’re getting one. It’s a punishment, so it will hurt, but it’ll be over soon.” Isaac reached out a hand. “Come here, please.”
She hadn’t expected him to say please. He had all the power, the warm house, the legal right to punish her, and yet, he said please.
Her feet slowly inched her closer to him until she stood in front of him.
“Good girl. Lift your skirts.”
Aurora awkwardly gathered her skirts up. Isaac untied the drawstring of her drawers and held her hand while she stepped out of them. He leaned back and she nervously lowered herself across his lap.
He laid her skirts over her back. “I expect you to obey me.”
Cool air brushed over the bare skin of her buttocks, and her face flamed. It made it especially embarrassing, somehow, to have only her bottom exposed to her husband, while the rest of her body was fully covered. Unlike when she undressed for lovemaking and felt strong and beautiful, baring herself for punishment made her feel small and naughty.
He rubbed his hand in circles over her naked cheeks, as though he were painting targets. Before she could brace herself, he landed two sharp swats, one on each cheek. “Look at you. Married only one day and already getting your bottom warmed for disobeying me.”
He continued to spank her, moving from side to side, sometimes smacking the same spot several times in row so that she could never acclimate herself to the discomfort. Aurora was determined not to cry, and she set her jaw.
“When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do as I say. Understood?”
“Yes,” she said in a small voice. She’d never felt so small and embarrassed. Her entire bottom felt hot, and when he laid a few well-placed swats across the tops of her thighs, she gasped. “Ow!” Without thinking, she threw her hand back to cover herself, but Isaac didn’t miss a beat. He swiftly and gently pinned her wrist to the small of her back and continued to punish her.
“Don’t attempt to evade punishment. You know you’ve earned this.”
She drummed her toes against the floor as he spanked the juncture of her buttocks and thighs—not as hard as he’d spanked her bottom, but somehow it hurt even worse.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take another swat, he stopped. “Are you learning your lesson?” he asked.
She heard a clattering of wood against wood and cast a worried look over her shoulder to find Isaac picking up the hairbrush from the side table. The spanking with his hand had stung so badly, she couldn’t imagine how the hard wood would feel against her tender skin.
“Oh, no, no, no!” she cried.
“No, you’ve not learned your lesson?”
“I have!” she cried. “It’s unnecessary to punish me further.” “I’ll decide what’s necessary.” He released her wrist. “Touch the floor with your palms.” He shifted her forward so that her legs dangled in the air. “That’s it. Don’t let up until your punishment is over. If you do, I’ll start from the beginning. Do you understand?”
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Marisol Adams grew up aboard the space station which has served as humanity’s refuge since the great cataclysm, and when she is sent to join a recently established colony in the Scottish Highlands she quickly discovers that her new life will be quite different. Not only has she been given to the future clan chief as his bride, her new husband will have complete authority over her and will enforce that authority with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom as often as necessary.
Though it doesn’t take long for Marisol to find herself over the stern, handsome Scotsman’s knee for a sound spanking, she cannot help longing for his touch even after her already bright red backside is paddled until she is well past tears. Her desire for him and her love for him grow with each passing day, but can she make a place for herself among the rugged people of this land?
Publisher’s Note: Given to the Highlander includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Lennox held her against him as their breathing slowed. In the lake she felt weightless, similar to the low-gravity chamber on the starship. She could have rested her head on his shoulder forever, but she became aware that he was pulling them toward a menagerie of smooth boulders, each a different color that appeared half in the water and half out.
It was only when he laid her on her stomach over one of the boulders that the memory of his threat returned to her.
She was naked, bent over a boulder, with her feet dangling and her toes touching the water of the lake. “No!” she cried, squirming to remove herself. “I can’t take another spanking!”
His hand pressed firmly against her lower back, keeping her in place. “Silence, wife!” A mighty slap against her bottom rang out like a crack of thunder, the wetness of her cheeks against his palm creating a sharp pang and an even sharper noise.
His voice was sterner than she’d ever heard it when he said, “You will learn not to lie to me. I asked if you were sore, and you plainly said you weren’t.”
“I won’t lie again,” she panted. “Please, Lennox…”
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice as hard as the rock upon which she lay.
She knew it would be unwise to question or disobey him while in her current position. With a whimper, she slowly parted her thighs. A cool rush of air made her viscerally aware of her bare pussy, which ached deeply from the sessions of rigorous lovemaking.
Lennox touched her pussy with a gentleness she was not expecting. She stayed still in a state of bewilderment as one of his fingers entered her and swirled around inside of her, collecting the remnants of her honeyed arousal.
Her bewilderment only grew when he pulled his finger out and, with his other hand, pried her cheeks apart.
“Oh!” she cried, feeling the flush of shame spread across her face up to the tips of her ears. She could only imagine what he saw, with her cheeks spread open. Was this punishment? Enduring his gaze on her most private places?
His finger caressed her bottom hole, and she was so embarrassed she couldn’t speak. Her eyes shut tight and her fists clenched, she willed herself to remain silent, but that was not enough for Lennox. He pressed his lubricated finger against her rosette, and she moaned, finally realizing what he intended to do.
“You will learn today that your body is mine. Relax and let me in,” he growled, sounding so stern she felt she had no choice but to obey.
Whimpering, she unclenched her fists and her sphincter, giving him access to her bottom hole. He plunged his finger inside of her and stroked within her, moving his finger in and out at a steady tempo.
“This is what happens to a lying wife,” he said. “Next time you lie, I will plunder your back hole with my cock.”
“Oh!” she cried, horrified at the prospect of enduring his large member in her tight bottom. But as he continued pumping his finger in and out of her, she became aware of a sensation even more powerful than the discomfort. Surely she couldn’t be enjoying this. That thought embarrassed her nearly as much having her husband knuckle-deep in her private channel.
She moaned and arched her back, unable to hide the arousal growing inside of her.
“No, you don’t,” Lennox said, suddenly removing his finger. “What am I to do with you? Every punishment makes you want to come.”
“This will not be a harsh punishment. Only a little discipline to remind you never to call yourself ugly again.” He brought his hand down in a splat across both cheeks. It was not a gentle swat, but it wasn’t hard enough to cause anything but a sting. The next stroke caught the lowest part of her left cheek, and an identical stroke on her right quickly followed.
“Are you ever going to put yourself down again, Willow?” he asked sternly.
“No, sir,” she responded. Like before when she’d been over his lap, she felt completely submissive and eager to please him.
“Three more swats to make sure of that,” he said.
The spanks were delivered sharply one after the other and built up sufficient burning on her posterior to elicit a yelp at the end, but the discipline was much, much more lenient compared to the first spanking.
He rubbed her bottom. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Mmmn, no, and that feels nice.”
“Your bottom is perfect. Soft skin. Plump little cheeks.” He gave one cheek a gratuitous squeeze before continuing to rub.
“You liked spanking me just now, didn’t you?” she asked, without any accusation in her tone.
He stopped rubbing. “I liked it about as much as you did.”
“I didn’t at all. You spank hard, and it hurts.”
“Hmm,” he responded. “I’m going to ask you to do something, and you can say no if you want. Alright?”
She didn’t know what he could possibly want her to do while in her current position, but she nodded. In that moment, she would have done anything he asked. The feeling of his hand on her bottom in such a proprietary, loving fashion caused her to feel especially obedient.
“Spread your legs and allow me to touch between them.”
Her breath caught. Never in her wildest dreams would she have guessed he would ask that. “What? Why?” she asked hoarsely.
“Because I want to prove something, and I also want to give you pleasure.” He smoothed his hand over her bottom down to her thigh, resting it there.
She looked at him over her shoulder and met his gaze. His expression was intense, but there was kindness in his eyes. “Remember, you can say no.”
“I’ll do it.”
“Brave girl,” he said. He smiled, and there was a glint of wickedness in his smile that made him appear just the slightest bit dangerous. “Go ahead then.”
Her heart picked up speed, but she was resolved to do as he asked. She buried her head in the quilt and shifted. She moved her thighs apart slightly, barely an inch. She lacked the courage to move them more, but Heath took over. He guided her leg toward him, then gently pushed her other leg away so that it dropped down over his knee and her toes touched the floor. She felt obscenely exposed with her legs sprawled so far apart, and the fanning of cool air that brushed her sex accentuated her exposure.
She held her breath as the tips of his calloused fingers scraped over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, from her inner knee upward, touching her with such exquisite slowness she felt as though she might burst before his fingers reached their destination.
When his fingers finally dipped into her slit, she convulsed and grasped the quilt with both hands. Heath took in a sharp breath. “It’s as I expected,” he said, his voice a rumbling growl. He slid a finger further, touching the little bundle of nerves and swirling his finger around it languidly.
Willow arched her back and gasped. The touch was more than she could stand, but she also didn’t want him to stop. “What’s as you expected?” she whimpered.
His finger stopped swirling, and he removed his hand briefly, before landing two heavy pats to her mound. He grasped the entirety of her pussy possessively. “You’re wet for me. You enjoyed that spanking as much as I did, and you’re aching for me to enter you, aren’t you, Willow?”
“I-I don’t know,” she said. But she did know. She wanted to feel him inside of her.
“Don’t lie,” he said mildly, giving her mound another spank. This time the swat landed painfully over her little nub, but the pain was quickly followed by pleasure as he resumed stroking around her sensitized sex. […]
Amelia Smarts is back in the saddle again with a sweet but sexy western romance! Sparks fly and bottoms burn as Ms. Smarts brings the old west to life in the way that only she can. This is, without a doubt, one of the best books I have read this year. ~USA Today Bestselling Author Kelly Dawson
About Bringing Trouble Home
Widowed rancher Heath Wolfe worries he’s making a big mistake by bringing Willow McAllister home to his ranch. A known troublemaker around town, she can’t seem to keep a job or avoid skirmishes with the law, so the town marshal implores Heath to help. While Heath agrees to employ Willow, he certainly won’t allow misbehavior, and he’s even prepared to take the willful young lady over his knee for a sound spanking if warranted.
Orphaned and alone for several years, nineteen-year-old Willow is used to taking care of herself. She sleeps wherever she can find a soft surface and roams freely. She doesn’t drink whiskey every night and she only steals when she has to, so it doesn’t seem fair when the marshal insists she give up her freedom to work for Heath. She suspects that the rancher is as humorless as he is handsome.
Heath and Willow are as different as two people can be, but a tentative friendship forms. Old habits die hard, though, and it doesn’t take long for Willow to engage in familiar shenanigans. When problems arise, will Heath regret bringing trouble home, or has Willow finally found a man who can steer her straight?
Publisher’s Note: Bringing Trouble Home is a standalone story in the Lost and Found in Thorndale series. It contains sexual scenes and adult punishment spanking. If that doesn’t appeal to you, please don’t buy this book.
*Cover design by Eris Adderly
*Edited by Maggie Ryan
*Beta read by Kelly Dawson and Susannah Shannon
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As soon as she steps off the train into the hot western sun, Charlotte Rose wonders if she has made a mistake. Leaving Boston to take a job as the schoolmarm of the small town of Weston, Arizona had seemed like a good idea, but the man sent to fetch her from the station almost changes her mind. The handsome but uncivilized brute who introduces himself as Max Harrison not only calls Charlotte by her first name, he even demands that she change her outfit.
Her humiliation is complete when, after ignoring his advice to put on something more suitable for the summer weather, she faints from the heat. To her utter shame, Charlotte is forced to endure being undressed down to her underthings to cool down, and worse still, Max warns her in no uncertain terms that any further foolishness will earn her a sound spanking on her bare bottom. Yet somehow, despite his threat to chastise her in such a barbaric fashion, Charlotte cannot deny that being in Max’s presence sets her heart fluttering like nothing ever has before.
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Sara Fields, a spanking romance author I shamelessly fangirled over when she came out with her first book, is here to share an excerpt from her latest release, Her Alien Doctors. I always love when authors give me an aftercare scene to share, and the one below from Ms. Fields made me go “awww.” All the feels. Enjoy! About Her… Continue reading Her Alien Doctors by Sara Fields
I’m seriously loving all the age play books coming out lately, and I was thrilled to see this new release from a the amazing Katherine Deane. She writes dominant men who aren’t afraid to inflict a healthy amount of loving discipline. Enjoy the excerpt below! About Undercover Daddy Twenty-five-year-old Alex Makowski wants nothing more than… Continue reading Undercover Daddy by Katherine Deane
I’m excited to welcome Sara Fields back to my blog to discuss her latest book, an age play romance called The Warrior’s Little Princess. Oh my goodness, the excerpt below gave me goosebumps. Ms. Fields sure knows how to write a spanking scene! Enjoy. About The Warrior’s Little Princess Irena cannot remember who she is, where she… Continue reading The Warrior’s Little Princess by Sara Fields
I’m sharing another excerpt from Corralling Callie today, which I hope you’ll like. Callie reacts inappropriately when someone wrongs her on the stagecoach. She curses and runs off, and then when Jude catches her and tosses her over his shoulder, she pounds her fists against his back. Jude has sympathy for what happened and intends to set things right for her, but first he must get her to settle down. I think this snippet aptly shows Jude’s no-nonsense approach but also the tenderness he has for his troublesome little passenger.
“I’m going to spank you until you calm down. It’s up to you how long it takes,” he informed her, then fell into silence and focused on his task with great attention. He smacked her crisply across both cheeks over and over, while she wailed and cursed and struggled to free herself from his iron grip on her waist. His forearm effectively pinned her to his left leg, and when she wouldn’t stop kicking, he wrapped his other leg over hers, trapping her completely and allowing him to keep his target steady. After a good twenty swats or so, she stopped cursing and hung limply over his lap, sniffling quietly.
As soon as he felt her body relax, he stopped spanking and rubbed her back, murmuring comforting words as they came to him. His sympathy only seemed to make her cry more, although by this time her crying wasn’t hysterical; instead it was sad and resigned. He sat her upright on his lap and hugged her to him, kissing her forehead and rubbing her back.
About 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?
Welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop, where you’ll find excerpts from authors’ books about corporal punishment as well as some erotic spanking. I’m choosing to share a snippet from my book Claimed by the Mountain Man. Jack had told Nettie to sharpen her knife on every third use, but she didn’t listen, resulting in her cutting her thumb. Jack is not someone you want to disobey.
She thought her injury might exempt her from punishment, but the exact opposite was true. He pulled her over his knee an hour later for the longest, hardest spanking she’d ever endured. Between swats he scolded her harshly, saying there was no doctor for miles around to help if she’d cut off her thumb. He bared her bottom and spanked her until she was sobbing, contrite, and vowing she would never disobey him again. Even when he finished spanking her, the punishment wasn’t over. He relegated her to a corner in the cabin, where she stood for some time with her smarting bare bottom on display. When she managed to stop crying, Jack ordered her over his lap again.
“No,” she wailed. “I can’t take anymore. I’ve learned my lesson, Trapper Jack!”
He pointed at his knee and gave her a stern look, so she obeyed as tears filled her eyes once again. Luckily, he didn’t spank her. Instead he used the time that she lay over his lap to rub her bottom and make sure she understood the reason for the punishment.
“You scared me, Nettie. I don’t make up rules for fun. They’re for practical reasons, and I expect you to take them seriously.”
“I’m sorry, Jack,” she said, hiccupping.
He continued to caress her. “You know I wouldn’t punish you for a mistake, right? Only for disobeying.”
She nodded. “Yes, I know.” He was very strict, but she knew he was fair too.
“Good girl.” After some more caressing, he gathered her into a hug on his lap, and she nearly fell asleep as he held her close and rubbed her back.
My Facebook friend KR mentioned that she loved reading aftercare in spanking and BDSM books, so that gave me this idea for a blog post.
There is something satisfying about reading the aftermath of a punishment, when the submissive has the chance to relax in her disciplinarian’s arms and feel loved, despite (and perhaps partly because of) the pain. She has misbehaved somehow — sassy backtalk, not following through with a promise, putting herself in danger, etc. — and has been punished. We read her struggle with the pain, anger, and submission, but then the punishment ends. However, that shouldn’t be the end of the time they spend together.
A punishment spanking hurts, and it’s not supposed to be fun. Along with the pain can come a sense of failure and a sadness over disappointing her Dom/Daddy/Master. Aftercare is a time for the Dom to reaffirm the relationship, to reassure her that her indiscretion is forgiven, and to dry her tears. Included below are various snippets of aftercare from my books. They’re all a bit different, but they all contain one thing in common: the warm feelings that come after a well-done punishment. Hope you enjoy them!
From The Unbraiding of Anna Brown
The final four swats were firm and measured.
“Protecting you includes disciplining you,” Spank. “When you choose to be reckless,” Spank. “When you disobey,” Spank. “And when you don’t take your discipline seriously.” Spank. “Have I make myself quite clear on all accounts tonight, young lady?”
“Yes,” Anna moaned, the word leaving her mouth slowly in misery.
“Then we’re finished.” Carter folded her skirt back over her bottom.
Anna hung over his legs and cried. When her cries settled a bit, she said, “I’ll never do anything to earn another spanking like that. Never, ever, ever.”
Carter gathered her into a hug on his lap. “I almost believe that. You’re a good girl.” He wiped away the tears on her cheek and pushed a piece of hair that escaped her braid behind her ear.
“I know you feel I was hard on you, but that spanking won’t hurt past tonight.” He cuddled her into him and stroked her back, his hands now gentle and comforting.
Anna buried her face in the curve of his neck and shoulder and basked in his comfort for some time. When she found her normal voice, she made a three-word declaration that made his hand freeze on her back mid-rub. “You love me.”
He caressed her tender skin until she felt like she would pass out from the pleasure his touch brought her. Feeling the ache soothed by the same hand that caused it sent desire coursing through her body. She had never felt so raw and aroused. When he placed his hand on the back of her thigh and pulled it toward him, parting her legs, she mewled. He stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and slid his fingers to the apex of her legs. He cupped her womanhood with his large, warm hand.
A primitive growl escaped his throat, and she felt his cock harden under her stomach. “You’re sopping wet, darlin’,” he said, his voice low with lust. “What a naughty little girl you are. You liked getting spanked, didn’t you?” He gave her pussy a light swat. “You needed to be taught a lesson over my knee.”
The little spank to her most sensitive place delivered a shot of arousal and ache. Beth felt her face flush at his words. “I didn’t like the spanking, Grover. It hurt,” she whimpered, feeling as helpless under his pleasuring hand as she had under his punishing one.
His fingertips found her bundle of nerves and lingered there, brushing and circling it. “But you liked me showing I care, didn’t you? That’s the good thing about a spanking.”
Beth moaned. “There are more, um, pleasant ways to do that.” She felt his manhood twitch under her stomach again, as if on cue volunteering to offer another way. “Please, Grover. I need to feel you inside of me,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
He needed no further encouragement. She found herself being lifted and bent over the arm of the sofa, her spanked bottom in the air. She heard him shucking off his trousers and shortly after felt his cock pressing at her entrance. He clutched her hips and moved into her a little at a time, and she gasped and threw back her head as he filled her. He began his movements slow and gentle but soon picked up speed. He thrust in and out and landed a swat on her sore bottom.
She yelped. “This isn’t very romantic, Marshal, taking me like a bull takes a cow.”
He smacked her again. “Hush. This is how naughty girls who lie to the marshal get fucked.”
“Are you finished with your tantrum now, or do you need some more swats?”
She wiped the tears from her cheek. “I’m finished,” she whimpered, fully subdued.
He slowly relaxed the leg that pinned her in place and lifted her legs to rest over both of his. He caressed her bottom and thighs. After some time, he asked, “Do you feel better now, darlin’?”
“Yes. Thank you, Max.”
She reveled in the comfort she felt from him holding her in such an intimate, vulnerable position. His left hand was anchored around her waist, and his forearm still pinned her to his leg, giving her a sense of security, while his other hand conveyed both warning and solace in its tender strokes over her bottom and legs. She knew he would do whatever it took to keep her safe and in line.
“You’re such a good girl, thanking me for your spanking,” he murmured, squeezing her burning globes gently before resuming his caress.
With her head cradled against the walls of the corner, she rubbed her bottom and cried like she’d never cried before. She’d wanted to impress Jesse and show him that she was a woman, and she’d done the exact opposite. He thought of her as nothing more than a naughty child who needed a spanking, and that’s certainly what she felt like standing in the corner. The tears wouldn’t stop falling, and she sniffled, wishing she had a handkerchief to blow her leaking nose.
Jesse spoke a few minutes later. “Come here, Lily.”
Her eyes downcast, she walked to where he stood leaning against his desk with his arms folded in front of his chest. She couldn’t bear to look at him. He handed her the handkerchief she desperately needed, and she blew her nose.
“It was just a spanking, not the end of the world. Settle down now,” he said, his voice firm.
She obeyed somehow. Soon her sobs morphed into occasional hiccups. She finally dared to look at him through her wet lashes. She discovered that his eyes were fixed on her. She thought she saw concern there, and she was relieved to see no anger or ridicule.
He sighed. “I know I was hard on you, Lily, but hopefully you’ll realize after you leave that it was for your own good. This isn’t the place for a young lady with her whole life ahead of her.”
She felt her lower lip trembling again. She nodded and looked down.
Jesse wrapped an arm around her shoulders and brought her to him for a hug. With his other hand he cupped the side of her head and held it against his chest, and his chin rested on the top of her head. He smelled so good, like soap and something spicy. She relaxed and basked in his comfort and the feeling of his hands, now gentle, wrapped around her body.
Feeling another hug from the first man who’d ever paid her any attention, she felt vulnerable and more in love with him than ever. Despite how much the spanking embarrassed her, she again felt noticed by him and like he cared about her. Now that he comforted her, she grasped his shirt with her fists and held onto him as though tearing herself away would rip out her heart.
He ran a hand over her head. “You’re going to be just fine, darlin’. Stay away from the saloon.” His breath wisped the hair along her forehead, and she felt a shiver of delight down to her toes.
He settled his left hand on the center of her back. Still not speaking, he ran his punishing hand lightly over her hot skin. His gentle touch surprised her even more than his hauling her over his lap. Slowly he caressed her swollen globes. Nettie felt a tug at her core, an arousal that built the longer she remained helpless and naked over Jack’s lap. He rubbed her bottom until the sting dissipated into a dull ache.
She felt confused. Five minutes earlier, she would have sworn he was the meanest man to ever exist, but now he seemed almost tender. What confused her more was the fact that she felt disappointed when he stopped caressing her. A man’s touch wasn’t something she had welcomed in a very long time.
“You’ll sleep here tonight, young lady. Tomorrow I’ll figure out what to do with you.”
“All right. Th-thank you,” she said, still sniffling. She was relieved by his pronouncement. She felt too weary to return to the cave now, where she would no doubt struggle to get warm once again. Trapper Jack made her nervous, but she didn’t feel afraid anymore. He’d punished her, and it had hurt, but he’d also fed and warmed her.
He stood with her in his arms and carried her to the bed against the far wall of the room, where he laid her down on her stomach. The bed felt wonderfully soft beneath her. Trapper Jack retrieved the fur blanket from its heap in front of the fireplace and placed it over her naked body.
Thank you for reading! Do you have an aftercare snippet to share? I would love if you commented and posted one you’ve written. You could also give the name of a book someone else wrote that contains your favorite aftercare scene. Be sure to include the link to where we can go to check out the book!