It's almost Halloween!! Time for The Spank or Treat Blog Hop where spankings and prizes are the norm! I'm giving away four prizes to commenters on my blog in addition to the AMAZING prizes for the overall hop! Keep reading to find out more.
For my post, I'm sharing a snippet from The Rogue Knight, my first Medieval erotic spanking romance. The manuscript is in my publisher's hands and - barring a thousand pages of edits - will be out soon.
There's quite some reading to do if you plan on visiting every blog so I won't set this scene up - just let you know there's a spanking. Surprise..
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Gemma watched Sir
William approach, took a quick glance in either direction but determined to
hold her ground. She wasn't going to plead with him. She was just going to tell
it to him as it was. He had no rights over her. "I just want to find my
sister. I know my father means well but he does not understand that we do not
have time to waste."
"Does not
understand? Your father is a wise man. Life may have aged him prematurely, but
I wouldn’t say he does not understand. I think it is you who does not
understand the danger you've put yourself in, not to mention the small window
of time we have to save your sister." He sat down on the stump of a tree.
"Tell me what exactly you were going to do when you caught up with them. If you caught up with them," he
asked.
She shifted on her
feet. "I will catch up with them
and then I will take her back. Bring her home."
"How exactly?"
She made a face
and shook her head as if he were the one not understanding.
"Let me be
more specific. How were you going to track her?" he pressed.
"I was going
to go west," she said, wavering a little.
"And
then?"
Well, she hadn’t
really thought of the 'and then' part. She glanced at the ground then returned
her gaze to his. "Is that not obvious? And then I would find her, kill the
men who kidnapped her and bring her home."
He nodded,
scratching his scruffy neck as he looked up into the now blue sky. "So,
just to make sure I, this old, weak
man, understands…" he began.
She cringed at the
words he threw back at her - he'd obviously seen the letter she had left for
her father.
"You were
going to 'go west', magically locate your sister, single handedly kill her
captors and return with her to your father's house unharmed."
She glanced
around, avoiding his somewhat amused, somewhat bored gaze. "That's about
right."
"M-hmm. Do
you see any flaws in your plan?"
"Excuse me
for not having had the luxury of time to plan something far more elaborate and
exciting! And speaking of time, you are now taking up not only mine but my
sister's as well. Tell my father I'm fine and I'll be home as soon as I can
with my sister. Good day, Sir William," she said, turning on her heel.
She hadn't heard
him even take a step when his hand was on her shoulder, halting her.
"You are one
stubborn little girl," he said.
Just as he turned her, Gemma drew the blade
from her sleeve and held it up, her hand shaking. Her heart raced while he
looked almost relaxed as she held the blade to him. She carried the sharpened
kitchen knife in case of something exactly like this, but as she had never had
to deal with anything like this before, she stood wide-eyed, absolutely at a
loss for what to do next.
But she didn't
have to think long because before she knew it, his hand had closed over her
wrist and turned her, hugging her back to him just like he had done yesterday
except that this time, his hold was much rougher. With a little pressure and a
quick shake of her wrist, her knife fell to the earth.
"You're
hurting me!" she yelled, pushing the elbow of her free arm into his ribs
as she pressed her hips back in an effort to free herself. "Let me
go!"
"Once I've
taught you a lesson," he said, hauling her off her feet and carrying her
backwards until he was sitting down again on that tree stump.
"What are you
doing?" she cried, struggling when he pulled her face down across his lap.
His huge hand
connected hard with her bottom and even through the layers of both her dress
and shift, she felt its strength.
She gasped.
"Ow! Let me go."
He pulled her
waist closer to him and spanked again.
"You can't do
this! You have no right!"
"I can and I
will, and it will be a good lesson for when you are my wife," he said.
"I will never
be your wife!" she protested.
He lifted his hand
and spanked once again over her clothes. "You are a stubborn little girl
and you have more than earned this spanking. Your father may not punish you
like this any longer but I certainly can and will."
She reached her
hands back to slap his away and cover her bottom but when she did, he grabbed
both wrists in one of his hands and held them at her low back. "Thank you,
that is much better," he said, his other hand now gripping one buttock
hard. "You want to rescue your sister," he said.
She stilled as he
slowly slid his hand down the backs of her legs. When he reached the hem of her
dress and his fingers touched the bare skin of her ankle, her breath caught.
"You're very
brave," he said, his tone just a hair lower, deeper. His fingers traveled
upward, caressing now the back of her calf. "Courageous," he
continued, lifting her dress and her shift as one as he reached the hollow at
the backs of her knees.
She made a small
sound, a whimper, while he circled that tender, ticklish spot. But the tickle
was something other, something almost erotic. And she knew he knew it as he
hovered there, just lightly touching her skin. Her body stilled momentarily,
her wide eyes staring straight ahead, the muscles of her back, arms and legs,
tensed.
"But your way
of going about this rescue is, quite frankly, absurd."
"What are you
doing?" she asked, her voice small, wavering as cool morning air brushed
the backs of her now bare thighs.
"Preparing
you," he said, and as if he knew she would fight against him, he easily
shifted her weight and draped his right leg over the backs of her naked thighs,
trapping her perfectly to him.
"Preparing me
for what?" she asked, knowing and dreading the answer.
"Your
punishment," he said easily.
"You can't!
I…" she began, but stopped.
"You
what?" he asked, his voice almost teasing now as he bared one buttock.
Her belly
quivered, panic taking her over, forcing her to buck as she tried in vain to
fight him.
"Be still,
Gemma," he said. "You will take your punishment."
"I will not! Let
me go!"
"After I've
warmed your bare little bottom to my satisfaction."
"No!"
She mewled and tried to wriggle free.
"What's the
matter?" he began, taking her dress up past her waist, trapping the
material beneath her hands that he still held there, fully baring her bottom
and lower back now.
She whined in
protest, but he ignored her. His big hand began to caress both buttocks, then
stilled. She clenched her bottom tight. "I'm just a weak old man, after
all. What have you to fear from me?" he said, raising his hand and
bringing it down hard and fast twice on her exposed, vulnerable bottom.
"Ow!"
she cried out, trying to pull her legs in, somehow free herself but the way he
held her, her hands pinned at her low back, her slight body pressed to his
giant one, his heavy leg draped over her smaller ones, she was trapped.
Without another
word, he lifted his hand and struck her buttocks, alternating from one to the
next, spanking hard and fast. She lost track of how many after the first thirty
excruciating strokes. He didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath as she
clenched and released her bottom, groaning, fighting to free herself, then
calling out with the pain of what she was sure was his iron hand until he
brought that hand to rest on her now hot, throbbing buttocks, caressing,
circling slowly.
The sound of her
uneven breath filled the now quiet forest. Only after a few moments of this was
she able to actually form words rather than incomprehensible sounds. "It
hurts," she said, sounding foolish, feeling like a child.
"I suppose it
does," he said, wrapping that hand now around one thigh, gripping her hard
and pulling her legs apart.
This was different
than the spanking and any courage gave way to desperate pleading. "Please
don't," she begged quietly, very aware of the pink lips of her sex peeking
out from between her thighs. Was her spanking to be just the beginning of her
punishment? What more did he intend to do?
He ignored her,
his thumb coming to her bottom as he still held her leg in a vice like grip.
With that one digit, he depressed her buttock, spreading her open. She dropped
her head, feeling the heat of shame rise to her cheeks.
He held her like
that for what seemed like an eternity and she squeezed her eyes closed,
imagining his inspection of that most private part of her.
"Please,"
she begged quietly.
After an eternity
he spoke. "I only intend on spanking you, nothing more," he said, his
voice calm, quiet, if just a little thicker.
She opened her
eyes when he covered her buttocks once again with his hand.
"Keep your
legs like this," he said. When he lifted his hand from her leg, she did as
he said, even as she squeezed her eyes shut anticipating the next round of
punishment. He struck hard and didn't spare her thighs or buttocks, alternating
between each at first then striking twice, three times, the same spot before
moving to the next.
She remained as
still as she could now and even as she tried not to give him the satisfaction
of making any sound at all, she found herself crying out with each stroke, her
bottom half on fire. Her eyes overflowed with tears as sweat collected along
her forehead, her whole body heating from the inside out. "Please stop!
I'm sorry I said those things about you. You're not a weak old man. I'm sorry.
I was just angry."
"What else
are you sorry for?" he asked, the blows raining down without any
indication of stopping in the near future.
"I'm just
sorry. You're hurting me. Please stop!" she tried to kick her trapped legs
but he carried on as if her struggles were nothing at all. "I'm sorry I
went against my father and stole his compass. And I'm sorry I'm…" he
slowed a little and when he did, the heat and throbbing sting of her backside
were almost unbearable.
"You are
sorry you're what?" he asked, caressing again.
A fresh tear fell
but this was not one from the pain of her punishment. "I just wanted to
get my sister before they did anything to her."
"I understand
that but your father did not want you to go for your own safety. And he was
right. You are in no position to do this on your own."
She heard his
words, still very aware of the large hand that rested on her bottom, ready to
deliver another round. She dared a glance over her shoulder but his eyes were
on her exposed, vulnerable, red hot bottom as he circled there, rubbing her
buttocks, her thighs.
"Please don't
send me home. Let me come with you at least," she asked.
He turned his head
to meet her gaze and she felt the ridiculousness of her situation, lying
exposed across his lap, her humiliation fresh in every way.
"I do not
think I have much choice anyway," he said, and with his eyes on hers, he
lifted his hand and brought it down one final time, this blow being the hardest
yet.
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I reached my word limit…sorry! Here begins the journey of Sir William and Gemma. It's an adventure with some twists and turns, a bit of (twisted) legend, a lot of fantasy, romance and, of course, lots of spankings. I hope you enjoyed it and please make sure to comment below to be included in the prize drawings!!
For my part, I wanted to give away two Blushing Books Gift Cards ($5/each) and - lucky all of us - when I e-mailed Blushing to find out how to do that, they offered to match my gift cards so I'll be giving away a total of 4 gift cards here, just answer the question: What is your favorite spanking position (fiction and/or reality) and favorite implement to spank or be spanked with? That's always a good one!!
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- Visit each blog between Friday, October 25th and Sunday, October 27th to read the posted stories and excerpts.
- Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if she has one.
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Deadline is midnight EDT (UTC -4) on October 27th!!
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