Showing posts with label masturbation. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Melody's Punishment Spanking #FREE #Spanking Story #wipitup

Welcome back to Wip It Up Wednesday! Today I'm sharing another piece from Melody's Punishment Spanking along with a link to the full story which Stormy Night Publications published on their newsletter this past weekend. It ended just over 5K words and I will put it up on my site in a few weeks, but it will remain available as a free read at SNP's newsletter for a while.

This is the opening of the scene the morning after Mel's spanking and anal punishment, and the final part of the full punishment. She does get to enjoy this one though, even if she is blushing red at the start...



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It was only a moment before Melody remembered why her ass hurt so badly. It was the morning after punishment and she was lying on her side, her back pressed to Marcus’s front, his big arm holding her tight, his cock stiff against her bottom. Melody arched her back a little, pressing into him, wanting to take his cock between her legs while he slept, wanting to grind it against her still-wanting sex.
After the night’s punishment, he’d gently bathed her, soothing her with his words all along, even as she whimpered and begged for him to let her come. She still felt that need now. But the knowledge of what he would ask of her this morning, even as it was exactly what she wanted as far as the end result, turned her face as red as her bottom had been last night. Marcus enjoyed making her blush. He didn’t even bother hiding that fact from her. And he always followed through on his word, so when she felt him begin to stir behind her, felt his cock slide between her bottom cheeks as he softly ground against her, she knew it wouldn’t be long.
“Good morning,” he said, turning her so he could nuzzle her ear and kiss her cheek.
She faced him, wrapping her arm around him. “Good morning.”
“How do you feel?” he asked, blinking his eyes open slowly.
“Sore and still horny,” she admitted with a smile.
“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing her fully. His one hand slid to just between her legs. “I like you like this, always wet for me, always ready.”
The fact that she pleased him always made her feel proud.
“Turn over onto your belly,” he said, leaning up on one elbow and tucking his pillow just beneath her belly when she did. “You know what time it is, don’t you?"
She adjusted the pillow lower, knowing how he liked her positioned for this part. “Inspection,” she said. Part of her felt humiliated by this, by how intimately he would inspect her, and part of her, specifically that part in her belly and between her legs, reveled in it.
“Good girl,” Marcus said, kissing her cheek before sitting upright and running his fingertips down over her spine and toward her bottom. “You mark beautifully,” he said while tracing the impressions the cane left behind. “What about here?” he asked, bringing his hand to her pussy, moving to kneel between her legs, forcing them wider. He didn’t linger long at her sex though. Instead, he spread her bottom cheeks to inspect her back hole.
Would a time come when she would not find this so completely embarrassing? This wasn’t the first time he inspected her there, and she loved anal play, but this… this was always different. And it got her hotter than anything else. The fact that he knew it perhaps only made it more so.
“Pretty, so pretty, but a little sore I imagine?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, we’ll give it a rest for today,” he said, slapping the side of her hip to signal he was finished with her inspection. “Turn over onto your back and spread your legs wide,” he said, rising up off the bed.
She groaned but turned slowly, pulling the pillow out from underneath her, watching him pull a chair up to the foot of the bed, preparing for the show he now expected.
“Marcus, I’ve been punished. Do we need to do this?”
He settled onto the seat, still naked, his cock thick, hard, and ready.
She looked from it to him, trying for a sexy look. “I can just take care of us together,” she offered.
He smiled. “I’d prefer to watch.” With that he settled back and signaled for her to begin with a tiny nod of his head.
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I love an intimate inspection, but there are lots of blogs to read so I'll leave you there with a link to read the full story when you are able.

 Here is the link to the full story. Thanks for reading along these last weeks and I hope you enjoy it!! 







Sunday, November 9, 2014

#Masturbation Monday



Well, I'm doing it...it's my first time participating in Masturbation Monday, Kayla Lords Blog Hop. If you know me, you know I'm kind of red in the face right now, but I'm giving it a go. Aching to Submit opens with a masturbation scene so why not? I mean, it's already written! And it's on sale for the month of November from $4.95 to $2.99! Here is the scene...before I back out! 





Prologue

Sophie drew the curtains of the study windows closed. She returned to her desk and cleared the contents from its surface. Unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse, she lifted her breasts up out of the cups of her bra. She spread her legs to shoulder width and bent forward, laying her torso across the desk before reaching back to push her panties down to just beneath her hips. She lifted her skirt up over her back to bare her bottom.

She remained like this for a few moments, her arms stretched to either side of the desk, her back arched, imagining how she looked as she prepared to be disciplined.

She glanced once more at the picture of the punished girl on her computer screen, taking in the soft curves of her parted thighs, the stripes of the cane across her buttocks, the glistening pink lips of her bare, exposed sex.

Her nipples pressed against the cool leather top of the desk and her fingers found her swollen, slick nub. She pinched and kneaded, moaning, lifting to stand on the balls of her feet as the muscles of her calves, her thighs, her buttocks tensed. She lay her cheek down on the desk and closed her eyes, giving herself over to her imagination while a stream of sunlight penetrated from between the drawn curtains, warming her face.

Behind her eyes she imagined him, the tall, dark stranger. He had no voice today, although sometimes he chastised her verbally as he punished her physically. She arched her back on his command, lifting herself to him, offering herself to him. She could almost feel the sting of his thick leather belt, hear the sound it would make as it struck soft flesh, know the pain it would deliver.

Moisture soaked her fingers and ran down her thighs as he continued to punish her. She spread her legs wider, wanting more, opening herself to her phantom disciplinarian.
She imagined when he would switch over to the cane, striping her bottom red before telling her to reach back and spread herself open, to prepare to have her bottom hole caned. She would melt her torso deeper into the desk, lifting her hips higher to him. With a slight flick of his wrist, the cane would come down onto that most private, most vulnerable part of her.
Once her punishment was over, he’d have her remain as she was, bent over, her bottom throbbing, exposed, marked.


Her breath came in gasps and her fingers worked faster as she neared orgasm until finally she came, her hips bucking, pelvic bones scratching against the rough edges of the desk, the only softness that of her cotton panties as they slid to the floor.




Blurb

Though deeply in love with her husband Michael, for years Sophie has longed to give him not only her love, but her submission as well. In spite of her yearning to kneel at his feet, fear of rejection keeps her from sharing the truth with him. Though she would never give her body to another man, her need to submit drives her to seek out others like herself and learn more… until Michael discovers her deception and she fears her marriage may be over.

Despite the anger and sadness which tear at his heart when he learns that his wife has kept such an important secret from him, Michael is not going to give up the love of his life without a fight. It will take time, but he is more than ready to be the man she needs, the man to whom she will gladly submit. First, though, she must be firmly disciplined for her betrayal of his trust…

Standing naked before her husband, awaiting a punishment which will bring her to tears and leave her bare bottom red and sore, submission suddenly feels truly real to Sophie for the first time. As Michael asserts his dominance more and more with each passing day, Sophie begins to see him in a way she has never seen him before, and her desire for him seems to know no bounds. But is this just a second honeymoon of sorts, or will Sophie’s submission endure through the trials of everyday life?

Publisher’s Note: Aching to Submit is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, exhibitionism, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Her Phantom Disciplinarian #dungeoncrawl




I feel like I've been completely out of touch for ages even though it's only been a little over a week. Holidays are different in Holland than in the US so we've had more days off here and with the family at home, there's not much time left for writing, blogging or getting kinky. Happy to be back today just in time for Romancing the Kink's Dungeon Crawl. 

I'm sharing a piece form Aching to Submit, probably the closest to my heart out of all I've written. It's a piece from the opening of the story...enjoy.

* * * *

Sophie drew the curtains of the study windows closed. She returned to her desk and cleared the contents from its surface. Unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse, she lifted her breasts up out of the cups of her bra. She spread her legs to shoulder width and bent forward, laying her torso across the desk before reaching back to push her panties down to just beneath her hips. She lifted her skirt up over her back to bare her bottom.

She remained like this for a few moments, her arms stretched to either side of the desk, her back arched, imagining how she looked as she prepared to be disciplined.

She glanced once more at the picture of the punished girl on her computer screen, taking in the soft curves of her parted thighs, the stripes of the cane across her buttocks, the glistening pink lips of her bare, exposed sex.

Her nipples pressed against the cool leather top of the desk and her fingers found her swollen, slick nub. She pinched and kneaded, moaning, lifting to stand on the balls of her feet as the muscles of her calves, her thighs, her buttocks tensed. She lay her cheek down on the desk and closed her eyes, giving herself over to her imagination while a stream of sunlight penetrated from between the drawn curtains, warming her face.

Behind her closed eyelids she imagined him, the tall, dark stranger. He had no voice today, although sometimes he chastised her verbally as he punished her physically. She arched her back on his command, lifting herself to him, offering herself to him. She could almost feel the sting of his thick leather belt, hear the sound it would make as it struck soft flesh, know the pain it would deliver.
Moisture soaked her fingers and ran down her thighs as he continued to punish her. She spread her legs wider, wanting more, opening herself to her phantom disciplinarian.