Showing posts with label Belt whipping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Belt whipping. Show all posts

Friday, March 28, 2014

Think About Why You're Here: New Release Dangerous Defiance #satspanks

Hello all and welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today I'm featuring eight sentences from my newest release, Dangerous Defiance. In this scene, Jackson is about to punish Jess using his belt. They're outside and she's bent over the hood of his cruiser. 

* * * *

The metal hood of the car felt cool against her bare belly, her arms, and the side of her face. Jackson pushed her shirt up farther, exposing even more of her. He pressed on her low back, the action causing her hips to lift higher.

“Like that,” he said. “Ass up, like you did the last time. Legs wider.” He nudged her ankles apart with the tip of his shoe as he said it until her legs were as wide as her jeans would allow.


“Stay just like that and think about why you’re here bent over my car with your ass bared.”


* * * *

From the moment FBI agent Jessica Manning arrives in the small town of New Hope to investigate the tragic—and suspicious—deaths of two civilians and a fellow agent, she is annoyed by the interference of the local sheriff, Jackson Montgomery. She fumes when Jackson forbids her from continuing her investigation without his assistance, but since her mission is off-the-record and unapproved by the agency, she has no choice but to feign cooperation with the handsome lawman. 


To her surprise and horror, Jessica soon learns that Jackson isn’t asking for her obedience, he is demanding it, and when he catches her out looking for leads behind his back, he pulls her over his lap and spanks her bare bottom until she’s sobbing. Her promises to behave are soon forgotten, however, when a mysterious note promising new information appears under her hotel door. 



It is only when the Assistant Deputy Director of the FBI shows up in New Hope, cautioning Jessica to back off if she knows what’s good for her, that she fears she might be in over her head and asks Jackson for his help… even if his help results in a bright red, sore bottom. But can the strict sheriff and the feisty agent unravel this tangled web in time, or will they end up paying with their lives for exposing the truth? 



Publisher's Note: Dangerous Defiance is an erotic novel that includes spankings, graphic sexual scenes, anal play, exhibitionism, and more. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.




Monday, March 24, 2014

Spanked over the Hood of the Sheriff's Cruiser

My latest release, Dangerous Defiance, is an action packed suspense where the heroine, an FBI agent, finds herself taken in hand by the local Sheriff. When I think of a sheriff, I immediately have this vision of being bent over the hood of a cruiser, pants and panties down and...well, you can fill in the rest. In this scene, Jess's experience won't be an erotic one. This one is a punishment spanking and she will have her first taste of the Sheriff's belt...

* * * *

“Jackson, I’m sorry. I just really want you to know how sorry I am.”

“That’s good to know, Jess, because you do realize you could have been killed tonight, right?”

She nodded, tears filling her eyes.

“Good,” he said, taking her by the arm and walking her toward his cruiser which was parked just in front of the truck. “That’ll make this that much more meaningful. Take your jeans and underwear down and bend over the hood of the car.”

She shook her head. “You don’t have to do that. I know. I understand my mistake, Jackson. I really do.”

The sound of his belt being unbuckled caught her attention and her gaze shifted to watch his hands work it free of his pants. Jackson kept his eyes on her as he drew it out, the sound of the thick leather sliding through the loops the only one in the otherwise quiet night. He doubled it over in his hand, keeping the buckle in his palm, and held it at his side. She swallowed and looked up at him.

“Oh, I think I do, Jess. Bare your ass and bend over the hood of the car, arms wide. Tonight you’re just going to take it. I’m not going to hold you down and I’m not going to warm you up…”

“Warm me up?” she asked, her attitude defiant again. “So you’ve been taking it easy on me?”

He took a step toward her, “If I have to cuff you, you’ll get double what I’m planning.”

“Double?”

“How many do you want? Sixty or a hundred and twenty?” he asked.

“A hundred and twenty?” Her shoulders slumped a little and she looked again at the belt. “Jackson, I…”

“So a hundred and twenty then?” he said, taking her by the arm.

“No, no, no! Wait. Ok, just a minute. Just give me a minute.” Her hands went to unbutton her jeans. 

“What if you just used your hand?” she suggested, her tone pleading as she unzipped her pants and gripped the waistband of the jeans. “Please, Jackson.”

“If I were you, I’d just want to get this done,” he said, nodding toward the car once more.

“What if someone hears?” she asked, taking her jeans to her knees.

Jackson found it interesting how she processed, how she resolved herself to punishment. Too bad she couldn’t resolve herself to just listening to reason. She had been completely reckless tonight.

“Guess you should have thought of that before you decided to try and get yourself killed.”

She flinched at his words and turned to face the car. She bent over slowly, extending her arms to the sides like he’d said.

“I said panties down. I want your ass bare.”


Without a sound, she reached back to take them down to just beneath her hips. He reached for them and roughly pushed them to her knees. After a moment, she set her arms out to grip the sides of the car.

* * * *

From the moment FBI agent Jessica Manning arrives in the small town of New Hope to investigate the tragic—and suspicious—deaths of two civilians and a fellow agent, she is annoyed by the interference of the local sheriff, Jackson Montgomery. She fumes when Jackson forbids her from continuing her investigation without his assistance, but since her mission is off-the-record and unapproved by the agency, she has no choice but to feign cooperation with the handsome lawman. 

To her surprise and horror, Jessica soon learns that Jackson isn’t asking for her obedience, he is demanding it, and when he catches her out looking for leads behind his back, he pulls her over his lap and spanks her bare bottom until she’s sobbing. Her promises to behave are soon forgotten, however, when a mysterious note promising new information appears under her hotel door. 

It is only when the Assistant Deputy Director of the FBI shows up in New Hope, cautioning Jessica to back off if she knows what’s good for her, that she fears she might be in over her head and asks Jackson for his help… even if his help results in a bright red, sore bottom. But can the strict sheriff and the feisty agent unravel this tangled web in time, or will they end up paying with their lives for exposing the truth? 

Publisher's Note: Dangerous Defiance is an erotic novel that includes spankings, graphic sexual scenes, anal play, exhibitionism, and more. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
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Monday, March 3, 2014

Punished with the Belt - A #Spanking Excerpt from Taming Megan

Sue Lyndon is letting me take up space on her blog today with a punishment scene from Taming Megan

I'll just add in some dialog to entice you...

"Bend over the desk, take down your jeans and panties," Jake said, unbuckling his belt.


Wednesday, February 26, 2014

A Belt Whipping for Sophie

Romancing the Kink is hosting the new Dungeon Crawl Blog Hop - a weekly blog hop for spankos and BDSM'ers alike!

As is typical for Sheri Savill and Trent Evans (over at RTK), there are no rules!! WooHoo. It's all about being inclusive and open to all...I did warn Sheri to reign Trent in - he's kind of wordy... ;)

So today to kick off the first of what I hope are many more blog hops to come, I'd like to share a snippet from Aching to Submit - the book closest to my heart. For some reason, this scene has been on my mind and I find it utterly hot. I hope you enjoy.

* * * *

Before she had a chance to panic, Michael brought the belt down, listening to the sound it made
as it connected with her buttocks, watching the quivering of her flesh, followed by the clenching

of her cheeks. 

She barely managed to keep her hands on the wall, but lifted her leg, pressing her thighs together as she managed the pain before setting her leg back down. He struck again, the second one a little higher than the first. She made a sound; it wasn’t quite a cry, more a soft, feminine, fragile sound. The third and last struck at the crease beneath her buttocks and at that, she did call out.


“Stay,” he said, his voice rough. He threw the belt on the bed and unzipped his pants. Lifting her from behind and pressing her into the wall, he thrust his cock deep into her dripping pussy. Keeping her trapped between his chest and the wall, he cupped her clit in one hand and rubbed, pinching roughly at the swollen little nub until she was whimpering, her pussy clamping down over his cock, milking it as he, with a final thrust, stilled behind her, a groan vibrating from deep inside his chest.


When he pulled out, he slapped her ass hard, then gripped it in his palm.


“Ow!”


“Shh. Stay there, skirt hiked up, until my cum drips out of your pussy,” he said, leaning

down to close his mouth over her neck, just behind her ear, sucking a little. 

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Friday, December 27, 2013

You Dropped Your Panties #SatSpanks


Good morning and welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop. Today I'm sharing a piece from Taken by the Beast. It's the book that precedes my new release, Claimed by the Beast and we're running a sale on it now through New Year's to celebrate the new release. 

When Kayla refused to strip bare, Elijah told her it was fine, she could keep her panties on. But there are always consequences and in this case, if she wanted to keep her panties on, she had to keep them balanced at mid-thigh... but they've just slipped to the floor...

* * * *

With purpose, Elijah unbuckled his belt, watching her face as he did it.

“You dropped your panties,” he said, a small smile lifting one corner of his mouth.

She looked at the little slip of lace on the floor, then at him as if just realizing it.

“I’ll have to add on strokes for that.”

“No.” Her eyes went once again to where his hand rested on the buckle of his belt.

“Tell me why I’m going to punish you,” he said.

She scooted back on the bed and looked at him. She shook her head, mute.

“Kayla, tell me why I’m going to punish you,” he repeated.