Enough to make both sets of cheeks blush, don’t you think?
In my last blog post, I posed the question, Do you like reading sexual humiliation in romance?, and provided an excerpt from my upcoming book. Your responses were overwhelmingly “YES!” with some exceptions. That tells me a few things: 1) I’m not alone in my taste for this particular kink; 2) The right people are subscribed to my blog; and 3) You’re going to like my new book.
Following is another spanking excerpt from Taming Tori, which comes out on July 17. It will be available in Kindle Unlimited upon its release, or you can pre-order it now.
Naughty NSFW Excerpt
“Are you ready for the lecture, or should I continue the spanking?” he asked.
“Spanking,” she said bravely.
“Very well.” He hauled her forward over his leg. “Here, spread your legs a little. Just like that, yes.” With gentle maneuvering that was markedly different from his punishing hand, he guided her thighs apart and positioned them over his leg. Her bare pussy felt every ripple of material pressed against it. His trousers made of wool lightly scraped her sensitive lower lips and clitoris. To her horror, her belly tightened with unmistakable arousal, and her legs quivered. She wondered if this sexual humiliation was part of the punishment. Why else would he press her bare womanhood against his muscled leg and spread her legs so obscenely. No doubt he could see every bit of her private parts. She couldn’t find any words to protest, and wasn’t sure if she would want to protest even if she could.
Cool wood tapped against her bottom. It was so unexpected that she arched her back and gasped.
“I told you to relax,” he said, and pressed her shoulders gently so that she was loose again. “You knew you’d be punished with your hairbrush. I’m not going to lie, this is going to hurt. You’ll learn an important lesson from it, and that’s not to delay punishment in the future.”
“I thought you were going to spank, not lecture,” she hissed as her heartbeat quickened. Fear had the effect of making her snippy.
He no doubt understood that she was reacting from fear because he did not respond to her statement. Instead, he responded by comforting her. “It will be over soon, and I would never cause you any harm, just a little well-deserved pain.”
She relaxed upon hearing his words, mostly because it was comforting to know he understood that her snippy remark was born of fear. Frank always seemed to understand her, which was why, she supposed, that she was willing to submit to something as embarrassing as a bare-bottomed spanking while straddled over his knee.
“Six with the hairbrush,” he declared, before bringing it down smartly across the fleshiest part of her left cheek. She let out a high-pitched yell. The pain was sharp and searing, as though he’d placed a branding iron on her flesh. Before she could recover, he branded her right cheek the same way.
“Oh, my god!” she cried. “That’s awful, it hurts like the devil.”
“Four more,” he said blandly.