Showing posts with label #Wipitup. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Melody's Punishment Spanking Part 2 #wipitup #free #spanking story

Hi everyone and welcome back to WIP It Up Wednesday! Thanks to Melody Parks for its creation. Today I'm sharing another piece from a short story I wrote. If you missed last week's snippet, click here to read that first, but essentially, Marcus had left his wife Melody to stand with her nose to the corner in preparation for punishment. Today, her spanking begins...
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Mason sat watching his wife standing in the corner, her beautiful ass on display, awaiting punishment. She had quite the punishment coming. He picked up his latest purchase: the stainless steel syringe. It was cool to the touch but just what he needed for an event like tonight. For lesser offenses and for maintenance, he would take her over his knee for a more intimate spanking, but her deception had earned her the cane and this. He pulled the plunger out and picked up the tube of anal lubricant. Opening the top, he squeezed a generous amount into the barrel of the syringe, replaced the plunger and set it back down before checking his watch. Just a few minutes to go. He stood and began to unbuckle his belt, the sound of him pulling it through the loops of his pants making her gasp and shuffle on her feet as he approached. He doubled it over in his hand, taking the buckle into his palm and holding it at his side.
"All right, Melody. Go ahead and slide your panties off."
He waited until they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.
"You're getting the belt first before the cane and the anal punishment you've got coming. You know what to do, walk your legs farther back so your back is level to the floor and spread them wider. Hands flat against the wall and push that bottom out, girl. I want it offered up for every single stroke, got it?"
"Yes, sir," she said as she moved into position, lowering her torso and arching her back, taking her legs wider. "How many?" she asked, her tone anxious.
"Haven't decided," he said, placing a hand at her low back and pushing it down, forcing her hips higher so that he could now easily glimpse the pink of her pussy lips glistening just between her cheeks. "Here we go."
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Melody knew he liked for her to take her punishments in silence, but sometimes it was just an impossibility, like tonight. The belt striped her bottom as he laid down stroke after stroke without a break. She wondered if the sound of it carried outside, if the neighbors knew that she was being spanked by her husband. She bit her lip, trying to manage the pain, her hands fisting on the wall, her ass and the tops of her thighs on fire.
"Hands flat on the wall and keep your feet down," he said.
"Yes, sir," she managed through the strokes.
She tried not to clench, knowing he wanted her bottom relaxed for punishment, her cheeks bouncing with every strike, the belt just licking her pussy lips which somehow, even through a punishment, grew wet. The belt was bad but the cane was worse. It would leave lines of pure fire that would not heal for days. And he'd want to inspect her bottom daily in the coming week. He'd ask her just after dinner every night to bare her bottom and present herself for intimate inspection and if she had an anal punishment coming tonight, the humiliation of those inspections would be doubled.

Anal punishment. She liked having Marcus fuck her ass, but when he was punishing her, the fucking was harder and not for her pleasure but his. She wondered if he'd allow her to come at all tonight, but didn’t spend long on those thoughts when Marcus finally stopped.
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Come back next week for a little more, but for today, head over to the other blogs and have a look.


Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Melody's Punishment #spanking Part 1 #wipitup #free

Well, it's Wednesday again! I swear times goes more and more quickly... Today I am doing something I rarely do - sharing a piece from something I've not yet finished. And not only that, I'm not really sure what I'll do with it. It's just a short story - a little discipline as that seems to be my theme these days. I am posting it actually because my main character is called Melody and as much as I didn't mean to, I kept thinking of our Melody! Melody Parks!! I don't think she deserves the spanking (and the other stuff) that comes with my story - I mean, she's a good girl I think. Right? Right?? But here it is and for some reason, I kept spelling her name as Lemody on top of it all but well, what the heck! Here's Melody and her husband Mason. Mel's in trouble... (This is totally unedited! I just went through to clean up all the Lemody's :) 
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Melody heard the usual classical music playing softly in the living room. It was the piece he always chose when she was to be spanked. She padded barefoot along the hardwood floors as she made her way into the living room. She saw that the curtains were already drawn and the cane he used for the most serious offenses was already laid out on the coffee table along with a tube of anal lubricant and something she'd not seen before. It looked to be a large, stainless steel syringe with a long neck. Next to these was the notice of her fine.
"Nice shower?" Mason asked, folding the newspaper he had been reading up and setting it aside.
Melody met her husband's cool gray gaze. He rose to his feet, standing a full 6'4" tall, he was a foot taller than her when she wore heels and as he required her to be barefoot during punishments, the top of her head came to about the middle of his chest.
"Yes, sir," she said, already using 'sir' as she had been instructed to whenever she received a punishment spanking.
He remained silent, watching her. Her stomach was all nerves while he rolled up his shirt sleeves, baring thick forearms dusted with dark blond hair. As much as she hated punishment spankings, seeing him like this always affected her in the strangest way, made her wet even as she anticipated what was to come.
"Center of the room, Melody," he said.
She went to stand where he'd said, hanging her head, dreading the verbal reprimand that would begin her ordeal.
Mason picked up the violation and walked toward her, taking his time. "Did you forget to tell me about a speeding ticket?"
"Yes, sir," she answered quickly, just glancing up at him.
With his hand under her chin, he lifted her fact so she was forced to look at him. "Is that true?" he asked after a moment.
She searched his face, his eyes. She could never lie to him. "No, sir," she said, her voice small as she lowered her lashes.
"I didn't think so," he said, letting her go and turning back to replace the letter on the coffee table and sit back down. "What was your intention?" he asked.
"I was…"
"Look at me when you answer please," he said. "And keep your hands at your sides."
"Yes, sir." She had been nervously wringing her hands but forced herself now keep them at her sides and met his gaze. If there was one thing she hated, it was disappointing her husband. She loved him and he was so good to her, patient and loving. She should have just shown him the ticket when she'd first gotten it rather than trying to hide it. Yes, he would have spanked her and possibly grounded her, but tonight's punishment was going to be much worse than that. 
"Melody?" he said, reminding her that he was waiting for an answer.
"I was going to pay it myself. I didn’t want you to find out about it. But then I forgot to pay it."
He nodded. "I appreciate your honesty now, Melody, but I'm afraid I have to punish you now for your deception."
She nodded and wiped away a tear.
"You know how this goes," he said.
"Yes, sir," she said. Standing in the middle of the room, she slowly pulled her top off, folded it and set it on a nearby chair. Mason crossed one leg over the other and sat watching as she unhooked her bra and removed that as well. She then slipped her skirt off and added it to the pile before moving to the corner she hated most in the house. Her punishment corner. Once there, she pulled her panties down to just beneath her hips and reached her hands to the wall at the level of her shoulders, her face close enough to the wall so that her nose touched it. He liked her hands there because sometimes, especially for harsher punishments, instead of taking her over his knee, he would take his belt to her ass right there just to warm her up.

"Walk backwards a few steps and arch your back," he said from his place on the couch. "Stick your bottom out, Melody. Good, like that. Twenty minutes," Mason said.
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Well Mel, I have to leave you there for a little while...so nose to the corner please. I have to admit, it's making me giggle! I hope you enjoyed my little snippet. Don't forget to visit all the Wip It Upper's today and thanks to Melody Parks for the concept! 


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

The Disciplinarian #wipitup Cover Reveal


It's WIP It Up Wednesday - a huge thanks for Melody Parks for creating this weekly blog hop where authors can share their work (published or unpublished)! 

I'm very excited to share my news today. Casey McKay and I have been working on a series of short stories together and I'm thrilled to say it's just about ready to go! The collection is titled The Disciplinarian and tells six separate stories of women who find themselves at the receiving end of the paddle (or hand or cane or...well, you get the point). It's been a lot of fun working with Casey and I couldn't  be happier with how the stories turned out. First, the cover...



I keep looking at it, thinking how pretty he is... (Thank you Mr. McKay). Here is the opening from one of my stories titled The Disciplinarian:

I double checked the address on the little slip of paper I'd folded into my purse and parked the car along the road just in front of the very ordinary looking house. I looked at my watch, relieved that even after having gotten lost twice, I was still ten minutes early. I didn’t want to be late to this appointment.
My heart raced as I thought of what was about to happen. I was in the suburbs, no, I'd call this the country, almost two hours from home. My boss, the stiff-lipped Ms. Holt, had sent me here after I'd reluctantly agreed. I didn't know the Disciplinarian at all, not by name or face. In fact, up until a week ago, I had no idea there was such a thing as a Disciplinarian. At least not the sort of Disciplinarian I was visiting today.
I worked at a fairly well known accounting firm and for about two months now I'd been skimming a few dollars here, a few dollars there, off some accounts. All in all, I'd managed to collect all of six-hundred dollars. It was hardly worth the embarrassment of what was about to happen to me. Not to mention the pain. I wasn't even sure why I had done it. Because I could, maybe. They paid me fairly well and it wasn't as though I needed the money. It was just that one day, I pushed some buttons, playing around with some codes I was studying, and there it was, the first of my little stash of stolen funds transferred discreetly into my account.
I shook my head and looked down at the address again - or really, at the letterhead of the stationary.
From the desk of Ms. Amanda Holt
She'd caught on to me a few weeks earlier and had been watching, keeping an eye on me. When she called me into her office that day a week ago, something had told me that she knew. That I was about to be fired, or worse, arrested. But what she'd done was give me a choice. In lieu of losing my job and having to face possible charges, attend a session with the Disciplinarian and pay for my crime with a good old fashioned bare-bottom spanking.
I had thought I'd not heard her correctly at first. Surely, she wasn't suggesting a spanking? I mean, who did that sort of thing?
Apparently the man who lives at 103 Woodshed Lane, Jen.
I checked my watch. One minute until I was due to ring his doorbell. I collected my purse, dropped my car keys inside it and climbed out of the car, my legs heavy as they carried me up the long walk. Ever since that day in Ms. Holt's office, ever since I'd agreed, I'd been thinking of this, researching spanking online, watching videos and imagining how my own session would go.
I'd received exactly one communication from the Disciplinarian three days earlier. It was a brief e-mail with directions, should I need them, a telephone number to contact him in case of emergency, although he did not anticipate that there would be one, explicit notes on how I should dress for my disciplinary session, and instructions not to be late.
And now, here I was, standing at his front door with my finger on the doorbell. I took a deep breath in, checked my watch one last time and pushed the button, wondering what I was doing, wondering how I'd gotten myself into this mess at all.

Blurb
The role of a disciplinarian can come in many different forms in a woman’s life. These stories are about six different women who find themselves taken in hand, and taken over the knee.

“The Disciplinarian”: Jennifer didn't know what a disciplinarian was. She didn’t know adults could be spanked as punishment, but when her boss catches her stealing, she is told if she doesn't want the police involved, she'll have to submit to a session with The Disciplinarian.

“Guilty As Charged”: Julie has the hots for her cop neighbor, Brad, who is also a professional disciplinarian. When he catches her driving recklessly, he decides she might need more in her life than one spanking a week.

“Consequences”: Every action has a consequence, and in twenty year-old Andrea's case, when she's caught breaking hotel rules, she is given a choice: pack up your things and leave immediately or submit to corporal punishment. But what Andrea never expected to learn out of this was that discipline, administered with love, can form a powerful bond.

“Paying Rent”: When Amber gets kicked out of college and ends up on Tony’s doorstep, she doesn’t anticipate Tony taking an interest in her life, or holding her accountable for her actions; including paying her rent on time. When he threatens to spank her, she decides to push back, but how far is too far?

“The Penitent”: Marcus Corran is not a man to tolerate liars or thieves, so when he catches young Marlene, an employee in his bookstore, doing both, he decides the best way to deal with her actions is a good old fashioned, bare bottomed, over the knee spanking.

“The Agreement”: Lindsay and Nick have been dating for two years and they have an agreement. So when Lindsay deliberately lies, Nick decides to use a more creative form of punishment.

All stories are M/f except for “Consequences” which is a F/f spanking story. The stories depict situations between consenting adults who believe in a good, old fashioned spanking to get to the bottom of a problem. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.




Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Anal Punishment from Given to the Savage #wipitup

Welcome back to Melody Parks' WIP It Up Wednesday where we get to showcase a little bit of a recent release or a work in progress. Today I wanted to share from my latest release, Given to the Savage, my first dark erotic romance. This is a not quite consensual scene - or one of dubious consent at least...


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The scent of cooking meat woke Rowan as the sun’s final rays disappeared into the horizon. She was lying on her side on the ground with her fur wrapped over her and her head resting on Silas’ shirt. She knew it without having to look at it: his scent clung to it.

Slowly, the events of the day came back to her, how she had lain down to take a rest and when she’d woken, the creature had been resting its head on her lap as if waiting for her to wake, its body already having trapped her legs, the feel of it, its weight, its texture still very vivid on her mind.

She shuddered and sat upright, gasping. She turned to where the sound of crackling wood came from to find Silas tending the fire, watching her. Meat smoked on a stick suspended above the flames and she knew where that meat had come from. Her stomach heaved at the thought but at the same time, hunger made her mouth water.

“Feeling better?” Silas asked. The look in his eyes was something unreadable, not quite angry but not wholly tender either. She knew from looking at them that there would be a reckoning and soon.

“Yes,” she said, pulling the fur tighter around her shoulders. “Thank you for…”

“Saving your life?” he asked, filling in when she hesitated.

Rowan dropped her gaze and nodded.

“What are you doing out here? What were you thinking?” he asked, turning the meat.

“I thought I could go back on my own. Make a deal with the captain. Turn myself in in exchange for returning your son and leaving the settlement be.”

He nodded and took the meat off the fire, tearing off a piece and tasting it. “Come here and eat.”

“Silas, I…”

He lifted his gaze to hers, the look halting any more words she would have muttered. “I said come here and eat.”

Rowan rose and went to the fire to sit sat across from him. When she looked up at him, she found him watching her.

“Here,” he said, holding out a piece of meat.

“Is that the snake?”

“Yes. We don’t have anything else so you’ll eat it and you’ll be grateful for it.”

“I don’t think…”

“I said you’ll eat it and you’ll be grateful for it. Is that clear? I don’t have a whole lot of patience for you at the moment, Rowan.”

She lowered her lashes and took the meat from his hands. “Thank you,” she said, placing a morsel onto her tongue. It tasted good, if she could only get the image and the feel and weight of the thing’s head lying on her lap out of her mind long enough to enjoy it.

She took the next piece he offered and they ate in silence, him watching her, her with her head bowed but for occasional glances at him. Once they were finished, Silas added some wood to the fire and turned to her.

“I’m sorry,” she muttered before he said a word.

“Sorry for what exactly?” he asked.

She only dropped her gaze. “I…”

“You only needed to do one thing: stay put. The reason I put you where I did was because the walls underground are too thick for the signal from the colony’s tracking device to transmit. What you’ve done now with your incredibly naïve reasoning is put not only yourself in even more danger but the village as well.”

“I didn’t mean to. I only wanted…”

“There are a lot of things I want too, Rowan, but I also know I have responsibilities and I think about those responsibilities before I act on impulse. Do you even realize that if I hadn’t found you when I had you’d be dead now? You’d be in the belly of the snake rather than the other way around,” he said, his tone angry now. “Do you realize it? I mean, do you get that?” He shook his head and took a moment before continuing. “Ok, let’s put that aside, say you got to the colony… eventually. What do you think would have happened to the villagers in that time?”

“I don’t know!” Rowan yelled back.

“What the hell do you think the colony soldiers would have done? It’s not that fucking hard to figure out!”

“Fuck you!”

He moved so quickly that she barely registered the motion at all, but in the next moment, she was pinned to the ground, his hands gripping her shoulders hard, his thighs clamped down around her hips.

When he next spoke, his tone was at odds with the heat of their conversation. “No. Fuck you,” he said, his tone quiet, deceptive in its calm.

Her eyes were still wide open when he crushed her mouth with his, her hands uselessly pressing against his chest while her mouth opened to him. He devoured her, his kiss urgent and frantic, his cock hard against her belly through the material of their clothes. Holding her tight to the ground, he moved lower, licking, never kissing, but instead biting her neck hard enough to call a cry from her lips, hard enough to cause her sex to come alive as he left a wet trail over the fabric of her dress to take the hardened nipple poking dark from behind her tunic into his mouth.

She managed a sound but she was unsure herself what it meant. Her hands pressed against his chest, then wrapped around his shoulders, pushing, pulling while he raised his head, his pupils dilated, almost wholly black now in that instant he met her gaze. He shifted his position, pushing her legs wide, her dress up to her waist to bare her. When his mouth closed over her clit, she moaned, pushing at his head and simultaneously forcing him closer, grinding her hips up into his face.

“Silas,” she managed when he pushed both thighs wide, spreading her open, looking at what he’d exposed.

“I smell you,” he said, his voice thick with arousal.

Her fingers intertwined in his hair and without even consciously knowing, she pulled at him, lifted herself up to him, but he wouldn’t do it, he wouldn’t take her into his mouth.

She opened her eyes, meeting his gaze with a passion to match his. He narrowed his and in the next moment, he’d freed his cock, the thick head throbbing. She lifted to him again but taking hold of one thigh, he pulled her down beneath him so his face was inches from hers as rocks and rough earth dug into her bare backside. His breath was ragged, the scruff on his face from several days of not shaving coarse against her face, her lips, when he brushed his mouth to hers, his cock sliding into her pussy while his mouth claimed hers again.

There was no question now that her hands pulled rather than pushed, but after a few moments when he leaned back and looked down at her, his cock deep inside her pussy, she knew he hadn’t forgotten her punishment. Not by a long shot. The look in his eyes told her that much.

Watching her all along, he slid his hands up the length of her arms dragging them up over her head until he held both wrists. He kissed her again before sliding out of her pussy to look down at her. He didn’t speak but watched her and she could not tear her eyes from his. Her mouth opened, a prayer on her lips when she felt the head of his cock press against her bottom hole. One side of his mouth twitched and the pattern of his breath changed when, with his free hand, he pushed one of her legs up, bending her knee, giving himself better access to what he wanted.


“I’ll fuck you,” he said, his voice a thick whisper. “And you’ll learn.”


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In the aftermath of a plague which brought civilization to its knees and left most of the world’s female population sterile, breeders—the few women who remain fertile—have become a precious commodity. Breeders live in relative comfort, but upon reaching adulthood they are tasked with bearing one child after another to carry on the species. Frequent medical assessments keep the breeders healthy and harsh punishments keep them in line.

As a breeder who has just come of age, Rowan knows she will soon be little more than a slave, but when she dares to resist her fate the penalty is severe. After a shameful, public chastisement and a thorough, humiliating examination to determine her suitability for child-bearing, Rowan is given to a savage from outside the community—a huge brute of a man named Silas—to be bred.

Against all expectations, Rowan finds herself drawn to her new captor. Brave, ruggedly handsome, and even kind at times, Silas is everything the men who enslaved her were not. When the time comes for him to breed her, despite the circumstances something deep inside her begs for him to take her long and hard. But while she soon finds herself longing to be his forever, Rowan knows that eventually those who gave her to him will try to take her back. When that day comes will Silas fight to keep her at his side even if it means risking everything he loves?


Publisher’s Note: Given to the Savage is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.