P=The Pirate’s Prized Possession #SpankA2Z #NSFW


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P is for The Pirate’s Prized Possession

“Good people of The Phineas, I suggest you present yourself above deck, and pronto. My captain expects your full cooperation as we board and plunder your fine vessel.   We’d have you show yourself on the promenade at once, and no one need be injured.” The loud pronouncement burst from the paunchy pirate who had dared to board their ship.

Penelope found it hard to breath as she did her best to hold perfectly still in her hiding place.   She’d already earned a punishment from her protective father for secretly boarding one of his merchant ships sailing for the America’s without his knowledge. She hated that the pirates presently detaining them had proven her father had been right that the voyage was too dangerous for his only daughter.

Papa had left Penny behind in their peaceful London home as a precaution when he’d set sail for their plantation in the America’s the month before.   She’d protested being left behind like a child, and when the opportunity presented itself to pursue her father on another of his many merchant ships, she’d disguised herself and purchased a one-way passage.

The pounding of a pair of heavy boots came close to her hiding place tucked under a stairway.   She said a prayer that the pirates would quickly take their prize merchandise and leave the people aboard unharmed. The shouts of crewmen fighting to protect the ship could be heard in the distance.

She screamed when a large hand plunged into her hiding place, pulling her to her feet and dragging her into the open gangway.

“Looky what I found – a pretty little morsel. Captain promised we’d get to keep our first choice of loot. I’d planned on finding me some gold, but me thinks your prime little pussy might just be too tempting to pass up.”

Penny’s pulse pounded in her ears at the course language of the pirate. She prided herself on her worldly ways, having traveled with her only parent frequently as she was growing up, but she was alarmed at the ominous words from the seedy pirate presently mauling her body with his filthy hands.

“Unhand me at once, you pathetic piece of…” Penny didn’t get to finish her insult before she was flung over the shoulder of the paunchy sailor who smelled like putrid fish. She snapped her mouth closed and held her breath as long as she could to avoid his particular aroma.  Her palms pelted against his broad back as hard as possible, but proved to be a pathetic attempt at escape.

Once on deck, the sounds of the remaining pockets of resistance by the crew of The Phineas could be heard. Her captor plopped her down hard on her ass, and she found herself huddled next to several other paying passengers who’d been caught up in the theft at high sea.   She was suddenly grateful that she’d dressed plainly and revealed her true identity to no one on board. With luck, the pirates would never know the daughter of the rich and powerful Lord Pinkerton was among their hostages.

Eventually the last of the resistance died down after several pistols were produced. The crew and passengers had been rounded up on deck. The men who might pose a threat had been tied, while the half dozen women traveling aboard The Phineas huddled together.

Penny had hoped the loot onboard would distract her personal pirate, but he had volunteered to guard the prisoners so he could keep an eye on his prize… Penny. The sneer on his pockmarked face as he boldly leered at her made her uncomfortable.

It only took the pirates an hour to transfer her father’s precious cargo from The Phineas to their waiting ship, The Phantom.   Anger percolated up in her as she watched the merchandise her father had worked hard to procure be stolen by unscrupulous thieves.   It took all her self-control to hold her tongue as she listened to the pirates joking jovially as if they were at play.

Finally, they finished and shouted their victory while calling all of the men back to their now heavy-laden ship.   Penelope screamed when the pirate who’d staked his claim on her plucked her up by her hair and began pulling her behind him towards The Phantom.

“Let me go, you filthy pig! You and your friends plundered the ship of its wares. Now leave us in peace and be on your way.”

“Nay, you be coming with me, and I plan on doing my plundering of you.”

Penny fought him, but he was too strong.   He had already dragged her across the wide plank connecting the two anchored ships by the time she resorted to biting his meaty hand grasping her wrist in an attempt to flee.   Her captor released her long enough to backhand her hard across her cheek, propelling her through the air and straight into the arms of another pirate.

Pain burst across her face as she saw stars from the blow.   She felt her legs giving way under her as she fought the urge to purge the contents of her stomach as nausea consumed her. She’d have collapsed in a pile to the deck were it not for the strong arms holding her tightly. Even in her delirious state, she felt the powerful muscles of the hard body enveloping her.

The new pirate scooped her into his arms, and peered down at her with a look of concern in his piercing green eyes. A jolt of recognition pelted her just before she lost consciousness.   Everything was fading to black as she pondered why those eyes look so familiar.


Sir Patrick Landon, otherwise known to the crew of The Phantom as Captain, couldn’t believe his luck. What were the chances that Lord Pinkerton’s own daughter would literally fall into his arms?

As the bastard son of the Earl of Edinburgh, Patrick learned early in life that he’d have to make his own way.   While his father had discreetly provided for his mistress and illegitimate son, Patrick had never been truly accepted into the polite London ton with it’s frequent balls and other social events.

As he got older, the discrimination of the pompous people of London had spurred him to not only shun most social engagements when he was in town, but more importantly, their persecution drove him to his double life – plundering from the very rich who shunned him. He took great joy in his private revenge by targeting the richest and most powerful.

He’d done his homework on Lord Pinkerton, taking the time to meet him and his daughter, Penelope, at a recent ball. He’d been dreaming of the pretty debutant with the long dark hair and unique lavender eyes nightly ever since.   It was perverse luck that he now held the precise woman of his dreams in his arms.

“What is the meaning of capturing this petite hostage, Peterson?”

Patrick wanted to punch out the grotesque sailor who’d dared to raise a fist to the face of a pure woman like Penelope Pinkerton. When the pirate didn’t answer his probing question, Patrick got more aggressive. “I suggest you be more prompt with your reply or I’ll call for the master of arms and have you publicly flogged. For what purpose was this woman brought aboard The Phantom and more importantly, what made you think striking her face was proper?”

Peterson stammered his response, clearly intimated by the pirate captain. “Begging your pardon, cap’tin, but you yerself told us we got our pick of the prizes for payment. I saw this beauty and knew I wanted to poke my stick in her puss, if you know what I mean, sir.”

An instant urge to poke his own sharp sword through the paunchy gut of the man in front of him proved how off base Patrick was at the prospect of holding a passed out Penelope Pinkerton in his arms.

Patrick had to get rid of the sailor. “This woman is not available as a prize. I suggest you go to the hold where you can choose another prize. This one is off limits.”

“That’s not fair, cap’tain Patrick!”

“I decide what’s fair, now be gone to plunder elsewhere.”

For a few seconds, Patrick thought he might have to fight the older man until he finally slinked off to pout.

He took his hostage straight down to his cabin, locking the heavy wood door behind him just as he felt Penelope beginning to stir.

Conflicting emotions played through his heart and brain. Part of him wanted to protect her, even from himself and his crew. He was certain she was an innocent and the gentleman in him wanted to treat her like precious cargo.

The pirate part of him, however, couldn’t wait to bare her bottom and place his palm down hard until her arse was pink and hot as punishment for putting her life in danger by sailing unprotected.   It would be impossible to pass up the unique opportunity her presence presented.

When her violet eyes fluttered open, Patrick knew she recognized him just as he had her.

“Oh thank heavens you were here to protect me, Sir Landon!   I’ll be sure to advise my father of the service you provided me in my time of need.   How ever did you defeat the pirates who dared to rob from my father?”

Her lavender eyes shone with her gratitude. Patrick hated to ruin her favorable view of him so he went on defense.   “What is wrong with your father sending his only daughter alone and without protection across the Atlantic?   You could have been passed around to the crew and injured.”

Her petite hand flew to her swollen cheek.   “I was injured, but gratefully you prevented it from escalating.” He pinned her with his best dominant stare until she spilled the answer he’d been waiting for. “I’d appreciate it if you hold the details of today’s precarious events close to your chest, kind sir. My father is not aware of my whereabouts and I would very much like to avoid him finding out if possible.”

He poked for more information. “How is this possible? Your father was not aboard The Phineas?”

“No.” Her violet eyes began to peer into his own with a newfound skepticism.   “But you should have known that if you’d been on board, which you certainly were not as I did not see you even once above deck since we left port. That means….”

She was not only pretty, but intelligent too. He watched her piece together the truth. “Oh God, you’re a pirate!”

“Nay, Miss Pinkerton. I’m the pirate. Captain Patrick Landon at your service.   As captain of this vessel, I declare you under my protection. That means no harm will come to you without my express permission.”

When she moved to bite him as she had the other pirate, he completed his thought. “As a gentleman, however, it also means that it will fall to me to punish your bare bottom for defying your father and putting your life in danger for sneaking aboard The Phineas.   It’s the least I can do for your papa since he’s not here.”

“How dare you play at such a threat?” The adorable blush on her cheeks pushed him forward.

Patrick moved quickly to sit on the high-backed chair at his nearby desk as he pulled a screeching Penny unceremoniously across his lap.

“I think you’d better start praying, because I’m not playing. If I hadn’t been here, you’d be up on deck, striped bare and sullied for life. Be grateful I’m also a gentleman who will be satisfied with merely putting rosy red patches on your bare bottom.”

She wiggled like a wildcat to be free, but he easily over-powered her. Within a minute he had her subdued, her long locks dragging on the wood floor on one side and her pretty, slippered feet dangling on the other side. Patrick locked her legs down with his own right leg to ensure she couldn’t escape as he lifted the dark purple gown to expose her perfect, intimate clothes.   His cock stiffened, poking his captive as he pulled her panties down, giving him his first peek at her perfect ass.

She moaned with pleasure as he massaged her bottom, putting her at ease right up until his palm crashed down hard, marking her pale skin.   Her pitiful groans of embarrassment laced with pain stirred his cock to full mast.   The punishment continued hard and fast until Penny went limp over his lap in her submission. Her shouts turned to whimpers as her breathing became hitched as she struggled with the pain and humiliation of her discipline session.

Patrick didn’t stop until her bare bottom was hot to the touch. He pushed down the desire to run his digits through her private lady parts, yet he patted her bottom gently as she calmed.

He finally righted her, placing her tender naked flesh on the rough wool of his breeches.   Patrick pulled her close, enjoying the intimate embrace as she calmed.

“Now, young lady, how do you suppose I’m to return you to your proper station without being purposefully identified as a pirate?”

He wasn’t sure he liked the perfectly naughty smile creeping across Penelope’s face.   “I propose you keep me aboard your pirate ship, for if you return me to shore, I promise to identify you before nightfall and have you thrown into prison!”

Patrick weighed his options, taking into consideration the look of mischief in her beautiful eyes.   In the end, he had only one solution – placing her back over his knee to try to spank some sense into her.

Keeping Penelope aboard was what he called a win-win situation. He had a ship heavy with his plundered treasure and a beautiful woman he looked forward to persuading he wasn’t the bad guy.

Patrick wasn’t sure he would succeed, but he eagerly looked forward to the challenge.


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R=The Rowdy Reunion

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O=Oral Exams #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z blog hop and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet. The catch is every single sentence must have at least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter.

A huge shout out to the amazing Jennifer Bene for editing today’s post.  Also, don’t miss the chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card. Check out the info at the end of the post.

O is for Oral Exams

Olivia couldn’t believe her eyes. She needed an A on the English exam in order to keep her GPA up high enough to get into the orthodontist track. It was her family’s traditional occupation and her parents would be outraged if she failed to follow in their footsteps.

She’d studied hard over the weekend, and played a night owl before cramming for the written exam. Olivia was certain when she left the test that she’d aced her last obstacle before the quarter break, and yet the C+ shining back at her from the computer screen told her otherwise.

Olivia looked at her watch nervously to see it was almost four o’clock. Professor O’Keefe’s standing offer to administer an oral exam for students scoring poorly on the written exam was about to expire at the end of his office hours that afternoon.   She hesitated – she’d been a student at the University of Ontario a long time – long enough to know exactly what type of oral exams were offered in the office of the most handsome professor on campus.

If she was going to take him up on the opportunity to raise her grade, she needed to leave now.

The cold October wind flew up her short skirt as she stepped outside her off-campus apartment. She weighed her options on the way to the professor’s office, and by the time she was knocking on the thick wooden door, she was determined to provide whatever oral service was required to change her grade to an A.

“Ah, Miss Osborne, I wasn’t sure if you’d be joining me today or not. I must say, I was surprised you only scored a C on your last exam.   Am I to assume you’re here to take me up on the offer for an oral exam?”   He might be handsome, but the sly smile playing at his lips as he eyed up his twenty-one year old student creeped Olivia out.

She tried to put some distance between them as she replied. “Yes, Professor O’Keefe, I was hoping for a much better grade.”

“Well, you’re lucky I’m the kind of professor who believes in providing opportunities for students to opt-in to certain kinds of extra credit.”

Olivia wanted to point out that he was on the receiving end of some mighty nice benefits himself from the arrangement, but she opted to keep that opinion to herself.

She instead said the words he was waiting for. “Thank you for the opportunity, sir.”   He seemed pleased with Olivia’s over the top show of respect.

The professor ushered her into his rather opulent office, closing the door behind them. Based on rumors around campus, she wasn’t surprised to hear the click as he locked the door behind them to avoid an awkward intrusion.   Still, once she was locked alone with the unscrupulous professor, the warmth of the room became oppressive.

“Since this is your first time signing up for oral exams, Miss Osborne, I ought to make sure we both understand each other.   For example, I understand you want me to override your score to give you a better grade…”

She cut him off, “A MUCH better grade, Professor O’Keefe.”

The thin line of his lips showed his overt arrogance. “I’m only able to modify your original grade by so much with a simple oral exam, young lady.”

A familiar pressure to be perfect overwhelmed the young student, urging her to override the internal warning bells that were going off. Olivia wilted under the stern gaze of the authority figure standing between her and success.

She managed only a whisper, “Surely there has to be another option, sir.”

His stern response alarmed Olivia. “I’m disappointed that you failed to prepare properly, and Olivia, I don’t appreciate you pressuring me to overlook your poor output.”

For the briefest of moments, she worried the rumors of the outrageous activities perpetrated by Professor O’Keefe had been overstated.   Then he opened his mouth again.

“There’s only one offer I’m able to think of to remedy your problem, and I assure you, you’re going to hate the option I propose.”

His words were ominous, yet she had to ask. “I’d like to at least hear your offer, sir.”

He hesitated briefly before walking behind his desk, and grabbed one of several long rattan canes standing upright in the previously unseen orange and black canister. He returned to his desk to display the discipline device overtly for her inspection. Olivia’s heart rate skyrocketed as she contemplated the implications of the older man’s actions.

“As you can see, Miss Osborne, I believe a healthy dose of corporal punishment can help a young miss, such as yourself, learn how to buckle down and own her success. I’m afraid the only way I would feel comfortable modifying your grade as high as you obviously want me to would be to first ensure you atone for your obvious neglect of your studies.”   He paused, pinning her with an openly sexual stare. “I’ll need to hear you ask for your punishment in your own words before I’ll consider proceeding.”

Feeling trapped, her voice quavered as she forced the ominous words from her mouth. “Professor O’Keefe… sir… I’m so sorry I failed to study properly for the exam. I was hoping you’d consider overriding my previous grade in favor of an oral exam and…” Olivia couldn’t bring herself to ask for the ordeal he had implied.

“I’m afraid you omitted the most critical requirement of your request. Mind you, I’m under no obligation whatsoever to change your grade. You are going to have to be less obscure and say plainly what you want, Miss Osborne.”

The bastard’s eyes shone with excitement as he purposefully swished the thick cane once against his slacks as she suffered in obvious humiliation.

She weighed her options before finally buckling under and obediently putting herself at his mercy. “Professor, sir, would you please use your cane to provide the physical lesson I deserve for omitting my efforts to study hard?”

“Closer, Miss Osborne, but you’ll obviously need to be more clear. Exactly where would you like me to apply my cane on your body?” His dark eyes ogled her up and down.

“Well… okay… I guess I have to say on my bottom.”

“You ought to be more precise. What part of your bottom, Olivia?”

“My bare bottom, Professor O’Keefe.” She observed her shoes in embarrassment.

“Very well, if you insist, I’ll have you place yourself over my desk now to prepare for your discipline.”

Olivia moved on autopilot, shuffling forward to bend awkwardly, placing her upper body on the wood desk.   She felt the professor’s hands on her own, stretching her arms above her head.

“I’ve had accidents occur when a student is overwhelmed by the lesson I’m teaching, so I must insist that you grasp the opposite edge of the desk and do not release your hands until your discipline has been delivered. Do you understand, Miss Osborne?” His ominous order made it clear he expected to be obeyed.

“Okay,” was all she could mutter.

His hands were cold as he brushed her body intimately, lifting her skirt, exposing her orange thong underwear.   He could have left them on as her bottom was already bare, but he was determined to complete her humiliation by looping his fingers in her panties and lowering them to just above her knees.   He used the toe of his shoe to tap her feet, silently telling her to widen her stance.   She caught a whiff of her own sexual juices and she knew he had to be able to smell the odor as well, which tipped her farther into her submission.

Olivia’s breath came in uneven gasps as he made her wait for the oppressive punishment.   The first slice of the cane across the orbs of her ass hurt like no other pain she had ever experienced.   Her ass felt as if it was on fire and he’d only delivered one stroke.   She panicked when she realized she hadn’t asked how many strokes he’d be offering today.

The second stroke came too soon as she opted to bite her lip rather than scream like she wanted to. She was determined to avoid an outcry that might be overheard by someone passing by, but she failed miserably when the third swish could be heard just before the lick of flames lit up her sit-spots. Her blood-curdling scream surely was heard outside the building.

Professor O’Keefe took his official role of disciplinarian seriously, delivering a full set of twelve cane strokes to Olivia’s now welted bare bottom.   She gasped to suck in oxygen as she sobbed through the ordeal.

Before she understood what he was up to, she found herself standing just before being quickly shoved to her knees on the floor.

“Hold your skirt up, Olivia. I’m going to enjoy looking down on your striped ass as you take your oral exam.”

This part she’d expected on the way over.   Her knees crashed hard against the hardwood floor as he opened the zipper to his khakis, pulling out his oversized cock, already long and thick.

“Open wide. I have a long and hard exam for you to pass before I’ll give you the opportunity to have your score revisited.   Until the exam is over, I’ll be expecting your full oral cooperation.”

His manhood gagged her as he pressed against the back of her throat, overtly possessing her submission. She got light-headed as she ran out of oxygen just before he pulled out long enough for her to gasp for precious air. He plunged in again and again, overpowering his student on her knees as he drove himself to a loud, grunting orgasm.

She felt his hot cum as it shot deep in her pried open mouth.   She looked up to meet his dominant glare from her knees, his manly organ still pulsing as it pumped ooze.   She wanted to take offense at his treatment of her, but in that moment, all she could muster was overwhelming pride that she’d been able to obediently service him to pass the final exam.

Relieved at meeting her objective, Olivia rose and accepted his help in righting her outfit.   She couldn’t wait to get out of there.   She was at the door when she heard him call out.

“You passed your oral exam with flying colors, Miss Osborne. Your adjusted score will be posted by one tomorrow.”

She didn’t trust herself to speak so she flung open the door to escape. Olivia was surprised to find another student from her class waiting nervously in the chairs outside Professor O’Keefe’s office. She wasn’t surprised that another student might take him up on the offer for extra credit. What surprised her was who occupied the chair.

The professor’s voice was right behind her as he ordered the next student inside. “Mr. Olsen, I see you’ve come for your oral exam.”

Orrin Olsen’s eyes widened at the ominous tone of the professor. “Yes, sir, Professor O’Keefe.”


Thanks for stopping by.  I feel the need to say this story creeped me out just a bit because I have a kid is in college. Needless to say, this is pure fiction, because if a professor tried this shit on my baby, I’d kick his ass!!

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P=The Pirate’s Prized Possession

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N=Nervous Habits #SpankA2Z Guest Blog: Cara Bristol


Little did I know when I booked Cara Bristol weeks ago for today’s spot on my blog how grateful I’d be to have a day off from writing my daily shorts.  I’m having a blast with the Spanking A to Z challenge and I’m hoping you all are enjoying the stories, yet I could not be more thrilled to have one of my favorite authors guesting here today.

First, let me tell you that I’ve been reading Cara’s stories since her first Rod & Cane story was released.  It was one of the first DD (domestic discipline) stories I read.    More importantly,  I have learned so much about being an author from her educational and witty blog posts where she freely shares great tips, tricks, and advice.

Finally, if you haven’t read her most recent release, Irresistible Attractions, you really should pick it up today.  What I loved the most about this book was the steamy heat level of the sex scenes along with some smoking hot punishment scenes.  It was also chock full of humor and wit.


N is for Nervous habits

By Cara Bristol

When people are nervous they unconsciously try to throw up a physical barrier of protection between them and person who intimidates them. For instance, they’ll sit with their arm crosswise on the table, or will place their drink in front of them.

Men often will stand with their hands clasped in front of their genitals; women fold their arms over their chests.

Other nervous behaviors include fidgeting: shifting, playing with one’s hair, and biting one’s lip. There are also speech disturbances: talking too much or too fast or the opposite, falling silent.

Heroine Hannah Laurie of Irresistible Attractions, a Rod and Cane spanking romance, is a submissive who doesn’t realize she’s a submissive. All she knows is that she gets nervous around men—and the more masculine and dominant the man, the more nervous she gets. Her nervous habit is stuttering. When she meets Jordan Bevy, disciplinary proctor of the Rod and Cane Society, she can hardly stammer out a coherent sentence. It doesn’t help that she’s caught in a compromising position!

Irresistible Attractions Blurb:

College student Hannah Laurie works nights for a cleaning service. Among its clients is the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of domestic discipline practitioners. As she cleans the mansion headquarters, she becomes fascinated by the idea of being spanked. One evening, she surrenders to the impulse to try out the equipment in the secret disciplinary chamber.

Billionaire cybersecurity magnate Jordan Bevy, Rod and Cane’s disciplinary proctor, ensures the rules of the organization are followed to a T. Using the disciplinary chamber for personal pleasure is strictly forbidden. But when he catches the shy little cleaner girl trying out the equipment, what’s a fellow to do but bend the rules and give her a hand?

Everything seems like fun and games, until their relationship deepens and their respective worlds collide and clash. Can a lowly cleaner girl ever find acceptance in her boyfriend’s monied world?

All Rod and Cane novels can be read as stand-alones.

Irresistible Attractions excerpt

Through the gap, a flash of movement caught his attention, and he yanked back the curtains.

“Holy shit!” Crouched on a spanking bench, Hannah pulled up her skirt and mooned him through the two-way. What a gorgeous ass she had. So very spankable, she proceeded to do just that—she slapped herself. Through the audio system, he could hear the smack. After several light spanks, she scurried to the implement wall, grabbed a cane of all things, and reseated herself.

He felt like the worst sort of Peeping Tom, mesmerized by the little cleaner girl’s delectable derriere and guilty expression of pleasure. Her strikes were too tentative to cause any damage or leave marks, but her sassy giggle shot straight to his cock as if she’d licked him. “You’re such a naughty girl,” she scolded herself.

Good intentions crashed. He depressed the button on the intercom. “Yes, you are a naughty girl,” he said into the mic.

Hannah screamed. The cane flew out of her hand, and she vaulted off the apparatus with an Olympic dismount worthy of the gold if he ever saw one. He released the button and roared with laughter.

Still chuckling, he drew the drapes, locked the room, and went to confront her.

She’s too young.

All the more reason to teach the curious little miss a lesson. Maybe he rationalized his actions, but she didn’t seem quite as young as she had an hour ago.

Hannah stood across the room, hands clasped to her chest, her face pinker than her curvy bottom was going to be. Doing his best not to laugh, he affected a frown. “Is this what you do when you’re supposed to be working?”

“I’m sorry. So sorry.” She twisted her hands. “I-I’ve never…t-this was the first t-time. I’ll never do it again, I p-promise.”

Jordan picked up the cane she’d dropped. On the more severe side of the implement family, the cane wasn’t for newbies. He replaced it on the wall. “Have you ever been spanked? I mean, other than the one you gave yourself?”

Pink deepened to crimson, and she shook her head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you,” he said.


“Excuse me?”

“No, sir.” She focused on his shirt button.

“That’s better.” The response he’d sought shot straight to his groin. “Did you like spanking yourself?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbled.

“It’s considered polite to look at someone when he addresses you.”

Her lovely brown eyes swam with tears, and he almost relented. She had been goofing off on the job, the equivalent of skateboarding down the hallway, but he had no wish to cause her true distress or for her to develop a negative association with spanking.

Jordan approached her, stopped a few feet short of touching her. “I ask again. Did you enjoy it? Tell the truth.”

She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.

“Hannah?” Her name came out on a growl.

A slight nod. “Yes, sir.”

“What should happen to someone who plays when she should be working?” he asked.

“I guess you should r-report me t-to Tidy Titans.”

“Is that what you want?”

“No, sir.”

“Perhaps we can agree on an alternative.”

“Like what?”

He shifted his gaze to the wall of implements.

“A spanking?” she squeaked.

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Author bio

Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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M=Married to a Masochist #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z blog hop and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet. The catch is every single sentence must have at least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter.   Like yesterday’s Lukus and Tiffany short, today’s short is also long, but it’s steamy and I hope it’s a nice treat for everyone, especially fans of Markus and Brianna.

A huge shout out to Jennifer Bene for editing today’s post. . Also, don’t miss the chance to win a $10 Amazon gift card. Check out info at the end of the post.

M is for Married to a Masochist

Markus Lambert turned off the motor of his Audi, quickly grabbing his overnight bag and briefcase, as he headed into the mansion he shared with his wife, Brianna. He’d been working hard to keep his business travel at a minimum because he hated being away from his wife for even one night.   He’d slept poorly in the Miami hotel the night before without her in his arms. More importantly, he’d missed their nightly play sessions in the new dungeon he had built last month.

He was well aware that couples married for over three years didn’t normally act like newlyweds, but their marriage felt brand new since finding out that the love of his life secretly yearned to be mastered sexually.   They’d been making up for lost time ever since.

Dinner smelled marvelous when he arrived in the empty kitchen.   He grabbed a quick Michelob from the fridge before weaving through the house in search of his submissive.

“Brianna, I’m home, my dear!” Markus projected his voice to be heard through the massive home.

“Down here, Master.” Her return shout was muffled.

He should have guessed she might be waiting obediently in the dungeon. His manhood went to half-mast anticipating the mutual enjoyment he and his mate were about to share as she welcomed him home.

Markus stopped just inside the door to the dungeon when he caught the first glimpse of his mischievous wife. He made a mental note to burn the vision into his memory so he could recall it again and again.

Brianna was merrily draped over the spanking bench awaiting the return of her Master.   Instead of being naked as she was most days, today she was modeling one of the naughty maid outfits Markus had recently dumped a ton of money on when they had shopped at Mistress Martha’s Unmentionables with their best friends, Lukus and Tiffany.

“Christ, you look like a yummy morsel I want to eat, Bri.   Don’t move a muscle. I’m making a mental picture.”

Damn, he loved the tinkling laughter of the woman mooning him.   “I’ll hold still, but I do hope you’ll start eating me soon. I’ve missed you… a lot.”

“My little maid is horny, is she?   I take it that means you didn’t masturbate while I was gone?”

Her playful pout made his cock thicken with anticipation. “No, Sir, but it was so hard to be good and I’m pretty sure I would have made a mistake and not listened if you’d been gone another night.”

Markus closed the gap between them and began to methodically massage his wife’s bare bottom in preparation for the session ahead. He made sure to inspect her marked ass cheeks as she mewed under his ministrations.   The welts of the riding crop he’d used in their last session had mellowed to barely visible, leaving his wife’s ass a fresh, milky canvas.

“So may I ask why you’ve dressed as a maid for me? I’m not complaining, mind you, but it was unexpected.”

“I’m so sorry, Sir, but I’ve been a very naughty maid. I overspent on the monthly budget by using the grocery money to shop at Macy’s today. I just couldn’t resist the new Michael Kors bag I bought without permission.”   Brianna was a natural performer and not for the first time Markus knew she’d be an excellent center stage attraction at The Punishment Pit when he got around to wanting to play with his wife in public.

“I see… so you’ve earned yourself a punishment for spending too much money?”

“Yes, Master.”

He didn’t want to mess up the mood, but he’d noticed a trend of frequent misconduct by his wife since the dynamics of their marriage had changed. Since they’d almost lost their marriage by not communicating, he was determined not to let that happen again,

“Thanks for mentioning it, Bri, but you do know you don’t need to make up excuses for me to spank you every night, right?   When you setup these little misadventures of yours, it feels like you’re topping from the bottom instead of being my submissive.” Markus saw the confusion in her eyes and he knew she was holding something back, so he pressed her. “Talk to me, Bri.”

Markus was happy when she pushed herself to her feet to stand before him as he scooped her into his arms to look into the brown eyes he loved.   As intensely intimate as the married couple had been, he saw uncertainty mirrored back at him so he pushed her.

“I don’t want to ruin the mood, but I know something is on your mind, Bri. We almost lost our marriage by keeping secrets and holding back from sharing our most secret sexual desires from each other.   I’m honored you’ve allowed me to become your Dom… your HoH… your Master.   That means I’m going to move heaven and earth to make you happy and keep you safe.   I’m good, but I can’t read your mind, sweetheart, so talk to me.”

Her eyes shined with unshed tears and Markus’ gut clinched; suddenly concerned his wife had more mysteries she hadn’t shared with her Master.

It took her a full minute to mumble her answer. “I don’t mean to manipulate you… I mean, well… I guess I do, but only because… I’m embarrassed to tell you…”

“Sweetheart, there’s nothing in this world that you should feel modest about with me. You should know by now that I can’t make you happy if I don’t know what makes you tick. Now, mind your Master and talk to me.   I need to make sure I’m not being too rough with you and triggering memories of Jake Davenport.”

Brianna looked alarmed, making Markus know he was getting close. “Oh God, please don’t tell me I’ve hurt you like that motherfucker did.   I’ll never forgive myself.”   Since starting the D/s aspect of their marriage, truly hurting his submissive wife had been Markus’ biggest fear.

“No, Markus, in fact… it’s the opposite. If anything, you’ve been too mild with me at times.   I know you’re so afraid of going too far and maiming me, but you’d be surprised how much pain I can take.”

“Bri, I know you can take a lot, but that doesn’t mean you’re unbreakable. It makes me uneasy thinking about how abusive Davenport must have been with you considering I haven’t been able to find your tipping point.”

“That’s why I’m mentioning it. It’s hard to make you understand, but it comes down to my feeling completely safe with you.   I know you’ll stop the minute I mention my safeword, and knowing that gives me the freedom to relax into the scene and move into my happy place.”

“Shit, all this time I’ve thought I was making you happy and now I find out I’ve been missing the mark. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to give you what you want, though, because I’ll be damned if I’m going to use all of my muscle power and hurt you… I mean really hurt you.”

“Markus, you have to trust me to safeword if I need you to stop.   I wish I wasn’t, but you’ve helped me come to terms with the fact that I am a masochist, plain and simple.   I hate that the orgasms I have through pain are like a drug to me, but it’s true.   You’re right that I’ve been topping from the bottom, trying to get you mad enough at me to tip me into my happy place. As horrible as the pain was the night Tiffany and I earned the massive punishment session, I had the best orgasm of my life when you mastered me completely that night.   You held nothing back and it made it that much better.”

He hated feeling like a muddling newbie for not picking up on Brianna’s motivations before, but at least he knew what he needed to do.   He had a naughty maid to punish.

“All right, my merry maid, let’s get you moved into position to receive the blistering you’ve earned.”

If he’d doubted the mystery of her desires, his doubts were gone as he witnessed her melting at his taking control of the scene.   Bri’s brown eyes flashed with a mix of desire and anticipation, but he wouldn’t be satisfied until he saw her raw submission as he mastered her.

He spent ten minutes making her completely immobile, draped face down on the spanking bench.   He’d bought the punishment furniture that made her heavy breasts hang free, pulled down by gravity.   Markus started by applying the brutal clawed nipple clamps to each pebbled tip.   Bri moaned through the application and cried out when he leaned down to lick and suck the tortured tips.

He moved to the cabinet to collect the large butt plug next, lubing it with the menthol heat-rub lotion that would light up his sub’s ass from the inside.   He’d made her come once before by fucking her ass with the same combination so he knew it was the kind of pain she’d been missing.

He placed the tip of the fat toy to her puckered rosebud, lathering her sensitive skin externally before moving it in and out. The mewing sounds coming from his sub encouraged him. “I’m going to push this hot, massive plug inside you now, sub. It’s going to punish you from the inside while I mark up your ass – take it.”

The plug didn’t insert easily, and Markus would normally have made sure to slowly open Bri’s bottom to prepare her.   In keeping with her earlier revelations, he mashed the thick plug deep in one hard thrust, seating it deep inside his wife’s naughty bottom. Her resounding grunt was a mix of desire and pain.

“Oh shit, Master… It’s so hot!” She was trying to flail away, but he had her immobilized making movement impossible.

In the past, Markus might have removed the plug to give her more time to adjust, but tonight he was going to trust her to safeword if the pain became too much.   He instead went to the head of the bench where Brianna’s chin was propped up on the cupped chinrest he’d had installed to make it impossible for her to lower her head when he so desired.   Their eyes locked as he unzipped his dress pants to pull out his already hard manhood. Brianna licked her lips in anticipation of the workout her mouth was about to receive.

Markus thrust balls deep on the first insertion in his sub’s wet mouth. The emotional power of mastering his wife was a heady thing for the Master. He normally reigned in the menacing desire to dominate her wholly; afraid he would hurt his mate. Tonight he let the urge to completely consume her in every way course through him as he gripped the handles above her head, using the furniture as an anchor, which allowed the manic thrusts of his cock to fuck her until she gagged, tears streaming down her beautiful face.   The lust shining back at him reminded him she’d wanted this rough manhandling kind of lovemaking.

He face-fucked her until he felt on the edge of his own climax, pulling out in time to make sure to extend their play.   He purposefully left the wet mess of tears and mucus dripping from Brianna’s face, knowing it heightened her submission.

“That was a good girl taking your master balls deep like that, but I’m afraid you aren’t out of trouble yet.”

He watched her slipping deeper into the right mindset as he continued to drive her deeper into her submission.   He moved to the nearby supply chest, choosing the heaviest paddle he owned. He had already discovered Brianna’s preference for ‘thuddy’ type punishment devices over the ‘whippy’ type. The thick, wooden paddle had a broad surface area and sported small holes to allow for a more powerful strike. It was exactly the type of punishment device Markus’ sub had a love/hate relationship with.

He didn’t show her the paddle before he started, but he was sure she knew immediately what he was using to mark her that night. And mark her, he would. Tonight, he would deliver the kind of blistering his little masochist dreamed of. He made up his mind not to stop until she either used her safeword or screamed out her ecstasy as she orgasmed from the paddling alone.

He set a steady pace as he meted out the full-force strikes to her now crimson ass.   He moved the paddle up and down to paint the entire area from the top of the crease of her ass to several inches below her sit-spot. His strokes were slow enough to allow each connection to sink into his masochist’s body, delivering the pain she craved.   Her escalating moans told him he was delivering what she wanted… what she needed.

It took seven long minutes to push his wife over the masochist’s ledge, tipping her into one of the powerful orgasms she had risked their marriage to go in search of.   The musky smell of her arousal was confirmation she was enjoying herself.

While she came down from her high, Markus lowered his pants and moved behind Brianna.   He couldn’t wait another minute to move inside her. Like when he’d inserted into her mouth, he went balls deep on his first thrust into her moist pussy.   He could still feel her muscles contracting from her intense orgasm, which in turn made him want to shoot his load of cum deep inside her already. He purposefully moderated his thrusts to keep them both on the cusp of coming, wanting to plunder her long and hard, just like she liked it.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Bri. I can feel the heat of your bruised ass as I’m moving inside you.”

“That’s it, Markus… nice and hard… just like that, Master… it’s sooooo good…”

He was getting close and he wanted to make this a session she would remember so he grabbed onto the end of the plug and started moving it in and out to the same rhythm of his cock.

He felt the mild contractions of her pussy squeezing him as she tipped into her next moaning climax. Markus pushed her farther by reaching down to grasp the metal chain hanging between her clamped nipples and yanked hard.   Her resulting massive scream alarmed him until he felt the vice grip constricting around his plunging penis. Feeling the physical evidence of her masochistic pleasure tipped him into his own powerful orgasm, spewing cum deep inside his wife’s spasming channel.

Neither of them could move for a full minute as they allowed their bodies to recover from the intense session they’d shared.   Markus eventually had to pull out; first inspecting Bri’s body to ensure no lasting damage had been done before unbuckling her so he could scoop her up into his arms.   He always loved how she snuggled into the crook of his neck as he carried her the two floors above to their master suite.

Brianna slowly emerged from her happy place, a silly grin on her face as she mumbled to her husband, “We forgot to eat dinner and I even made your favorite mousse for dessert.”

Markus grinned down at his wife, “Sweetheart, I’ve already had my favorite dessert tonight… I love you, my little masochist.”


Passion Series Book One

Passion Series Book One

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L=Lukus’ Lecture #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z blog hop and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet.   The catch is every single sentence must have at least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter.  Today’s short is not so short, but it is steamy and I hope it’s a nice treat for everyone, especially fans of Lukus and Tiffany.  Sassy Tiffany is up to her old tricks and not listening to her Dom very well.  There might be a bit more than a lecture involved.  🙂

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L is for Lukus’ Lecture

“Thanks for lunch, Aiden. I was so worried I was going to lose you after last weekend.   I’m glad you’re coming to terms with the fact that I love Lukus.”

Tiffany lamented that her brother had lectured the entire lunch about how she was throwing her life away on Lukus Mitchell.   She hoped one day soon he would learn how happy she was since meeting her new Dom.

“Don’t make me laugh, sis. I loathe leaving you here, knowing what kind of a place this is.”

So maybe Aiden hadn’t come to terms with his sister’s love life.

“Well, you shouldn’t loathe it because I’ve never been happier than I’ve been since moving in with Lukus here at his loft.” Tiffany looked at her watch, nervous that she’d been gone too long.   “Listen, I really need to leave, but stay in touch, okay?”

Aiden leaned in to give his sister a kiss on her cheek before she hopped out of his Landrover.   She was relieved when her brother didn’t leave until she’d input her entry keycode to Lukus’ place – a block-sized, seven-story building that housed his BDSM club, The Punishment Pit; his security firm, Titan Securities; and his personal two-story loft. Considering there was an evil maniac out to harm Tiffany and her best friend, Brianna, Tiffany felt safer the second she heard the heavy door latch behind her.

Guilt started closing in once she was in the small lift that would take her upstairs. With Jake Davenport still on the loose, her Dom had her on lock-down at the loft. Lukus was ultra protective of his submissive fiancé, and she’d been going stir crazy being stuck inside. Most days he didn’t even let her go into The Beauty Box, and when she did go to work, she always had a bodyguard.   Thank goodness Lukus had left her home alone today so she could sneak out to have lunch with her brother.

The ding of the elevator arriving at the large loft jarred her out of her thoughts.   She’d barely stepped out onto the linoleum of the foyer when she came face-to-face with a frantic Lukus, cellphone at his ear.

“Let it go, Derek.   You can lift the search because she just walked in. Later.”

Tiffany couldn’t say a word for the lump choking her up at realizing her Dom had found out she’d disobeyed him. Based on the look on his face, he was furious.

Lukus lunged forward, closing the gap between them to pull her into his arms, squeezing her so long and hard she started to feel light headed. She could feel him trembling, which made her feel even worse than if he’d just started lecturing her for not listening.

By the time he pulled back enough so she could look into his eyes, she was the one trembling, knowing how Lukus would most likely be dealing with her decision to leave the loft without a guard.

“Lukus, I can explain…”

“Really – because I can’t wait to hear why the woman I love… the woman who has agreed to let me be her Dom and HoH… the woman who promised to stay in the loft so the lunatic who is trying to hurt her can’t lay his hands on her… Why the FUCK that woman would leave without her bodyguard… without calling or even leaving a note… even without her cell phone so I couldn’t track her!”

His voice had been rising little by little until he ended on a full-out shout.   Tiffany had never seen Lukus lose his cool like this, not even that first time he lost his shit, as Derek had called it.

Tiffany licked her lips self-consciously, trying to stay calm. “You’re right to be mad for my not leaving a letter, but I promise that I was safe. I just had lunch with Aiden and since he’s a cop, he had his gun with him. I promise, I never left his side. He picked me up and dropped me off at the door and we stayed local, just going to the diner down on Lincoln.”

“I don’t fucking care if he took you to a locked down safe house. You didn’t listen to me. You left against my explicit instructions. You basically said ‘fuck you, Lukus, I don’t love you enough to obey you.’”

She forced a smile, but it only made him look like he was going to let go with another angry rant. His green eyes lit into her, burning her with layers of guilt.

“Honey, all I can say is I’m sorry I didn’t at least call so you wouldn’t worry.”

“Don’t honey me like you forgot to do the damn dishes. This is serious shit, Tiff – life and death kind of serious. I haven’t wanted to worry you with all of the dirt we’ve dug up on Davenport, but believe me when I say he’s a lowlife who preys on vulnerable women.”

Lukus released her, pushing Tiffany away as he stormed to the kitchen island to put some distance between them. She fought the urge to break into tears, in part because she was so angry with herself, but mostly because Lukus could never stay angry with her when she cried.

A long silence stretched out before Lukus spoke with a forced calmness. “Strip – naked – right where you are and then go lay over the back of the love seat with your ass laid out for your punishment.”

“Lukus… please.”

“Not one more word, little girl. And no more Lukus until further notice. I’ve clearly been too soft on you, so until I’m done lecturing you and lighting up your naughty bottom like I never have before, I’m Sir and don’t forget it.”

Tiffany’s pulse skyrocketed at his loaded words. She’d lived through several intense discipline sessions at his hands, but Lukus was a man of his word. She had no doubt that he wouldn’t be stopping today until he was sure she’d learned to never leave the loft without her guard, at least not until Jake Davenport was behind bars.

She made a last attempt at an apology. “I’m so sorry I didn’t listen, but please Sir, I promise I was safe with Aiden.”

The determined lock of his jaw as he crossed his muscular arms, pinning her with a look of raw dominance, made her pounding heart lurch. Master Lukus had arrived and as positive as she was that she was going to hate the welts he would surely leave on her ass, she was just as sure she deserved every last lash for her blatant disobedience.

Moving in slow motion, she pulled her lilac top off to display her lacy bra to her Dom. She looped her thumbs in the waistband of her yoga pants, lowering them to the floor. Lukus didn’t so much as flinch while she hesitated, but his powerful look urged her to move faster as she removed her bra and panties to stand before him naked.

She wilted until her legs felt like they’d give out soon. Tiff shuffled to the nearby lounging area, tentatively lowering her body across the back of the furniture. Lukus was there, lifting her so that her ass rose high in the air, forcing her onto her tip-toes as she leaned forward, grasping the edge of the seat cushion.

Embarrassed heat lit her face as she realized the picture she made laid out for her Head of Household (HoH). Wasting no time before launching into the punishment, Lukus landed several open palmed spanks to her left, then right butt cheek… and then stopped.

After only a half-dozen full-force spanks, he lowered his hand. “Fuck, I need to wait because I feel myself losing control.” Tiffany felt the heat of his body leave as he stepped away. “I love you too much, Tiff, to risk that.” His voice vibrated under the effort that slowing down the punishment of his lady took. “Don’t you move even your little finger, got it?”

“Yes, Sir, I’ll lay here.”

The angry footsteps of his leather boots could be heard stomping off to their bedroom, leaving her alone and ashamed. Tears she’d been holding back fell onto the fabric of the couch beneath her as she struggled to hold her legs in their splayed and lewd position.

He didn’t return for fifteen long minutes, and by the time he did, the ligaments of her long legs twitched under the strain of holding still. The touch of his hands lifting her hips up and off the couch warmed her until she almost collapsed to the floor when her cramping legs wouldn’t hold her.

Lukus caught her, lowering her body gently to the carpet where she knelt, leaning her ass back on her heels. They were both silent as Lukus wrapped her gold choker collar around her neck, latching it so the MLM pendant dangled against her skin, reminding his submissive she belonged to Master Lukus Mitchell. The warmth of his ownership wrapped around her, helping comfort her in spite of the lashing that lay ahead.

He’d never attached a leash to her collar before, so when he reached to his back pocket and returned with a black length of leather, Tiff’s face flushed red. She’d witnessed other subs on their master’s leash and wondered how it felt. The clink as he linked the clasp to the ring on her collar left her tethered to him like a treasured pet.

Only when he started walking towards the lift, leading her behind with a tug, did she start to panic.   She crawled across the floor until carpet turned to linoleum.

Surely Lukus wouldn’t lead her downstairs naked? True, The Punishment Pit was closed on Mondays, but there could be employees lingering who might see them.

As the doors closed on the elevator, Lukus answered the unspoken question by pushing the button to take them to the first level of the building.   She knew better than to hope he would stop in his private office when they exited the lift.   She couldn’t contain her distressed whimper as she reached out to hug his legs tightly. “I’m really sorry, Lukus. Please don’t do this… let’s go back upstairs.”

His only reply was to lace his fingers through her long locks, holding her tight against him. In that moment she realized she was likely headed to her first punishment center stage and could only say a prayer Lukus would be the only witness to her certain loss of control.


Lukus luxuriated in the feel of Tiffany’s long blonde hair sifting through his fingers. The silky softness calmed his nerves for the harsh punishment session that lay ahead. At least he’d let go of his fear that Jake had gotten ahold of the love of his life. The fifteen minutes he had believed her kidnapped had been like a living hell for the Dom.

He had used his time calming down in the bedroom wisely by laying out the kind of punishment plan he knew would leave a lasting impression on his future wife.   He was a reasonable man, but she needed to learn early on that he would never allow disobedience leading to her life being in danger to go unpunished. It was the most important of the rules Tiffany had agreed to follow, and he would be leaving tangible reminders on her luscious ass to ensure her safety in the future.

He lifted Tiff to her feet, allowing them both a long embrace to calm their nerves, before he pulled the leash to lead her through his office, around the punishment furniture of the backstage dungeon, and out onto the dark expanse of the stage.

The two-story curtains were open to expose the stage to anyone who might walk through. As a showman, that suited Lukus just fine, but he knew the mere possibility of a witness would further punish his novice little submissive.

He left her center stage to flip on the low lights and once lit, he pushed a heavy spanking bench from the back to center stage, just to Tiffany’s left. Her ocean blue eyes widened as he issued his stern order, “Lay yourself across the spanking bench, baby. Place your hands in the most forward grips and your legs on the widest leather pads.”

The surge of dominance coursing through is body made him feel like a letch as he watched Tiffany struggling to obey. Her tentative movements resulted in her beautiful ass being lewdly displayed; her hands and legs lower as she willingly presented herself for her punishment.

Lukus bent to lash each of her limbs securely to the heavy furniture with the leather restraints. When he buckled the wide leather strap across her back, pressing her waist tight against the bench and locking her ass into her vulnerable position, Tiffany let loose her first sob.

The sound of her crying always left him confused. Tears from a punished submissive used to leave him feeling dominant, but with Tiff he more often found himself feeling conflicting feelings of protectiveness and a foreign tendency to be lenient, something he had never considered before meeting Tiffany.

Lukus massaged her exposed bottom until she calmed, warming the skin for the lashing that was coming. “Tiffany, tell me why you’re tied down to the spanking bench about to be punished long and hard.”

Her voice was loaded with guilt as she responded. “Because I went to lunch without telling you where I was going and letting you know that I was safe.”

“Yes, and you didn’t have your cell phone with you like you’re supposed to at all times… and you didn’t take a bodyguard with you… What the hell made you think you could leave and put yourself in danger like that?”

He couldn’t see her face, but he heard the submission in her voice as she responded to his lecture. “I just didn’t think you’d like me to go to lunch with Aiden after last weekend. After all, you two threw punches at the lake.”

“Tiff, I may not like the bastard, but he’s your brother. I’m not going to block you from seeing him, even if I would like to lay him flat for putting you in danger today. But this isn’t his fault, because I’m sure you lied to him too and never let him know you weren’t supposed to leave the loft – didn’t you?”

She hesitated, “Yes, Sir… but I love him and didn’t want him to stay mad at me for choosing you over him.”

“Well, let’s see if you’re still glad you chose me after the lesson I’m about to teach you in listening to your Dom.”

Lukus left her alone to think about what he’d said as he went to the punishment supply cabinet that lined the wall of the on-stage dungeon. He picked a wide leather paddle and a severe loopy Johnny to deliver his message.

He settled into the punishment scene like the pro that he was, letting the first crack of the leather paddle fall against her white skin.   It left a satisfyingly red splotch in its wake and a long groan erupted from his submissive fiancé. Lukus knew better than to short-change today’s lesson. He’d be damned if Tiffany would leave this stage with any ambiguity on how he felt about her behavior today.

The thick leather fell again and again across her ass until she was crying out, jerking in an attempt to loosen her restraints. When he lowered his aim to the bottom of her butt where it met her thighs, Tiffany went wild, begging him to stop through her sobs.

Lukus never had trouble powering through a punishment before falling in love. But in just the few true discipline sessions he’d delivered to his lovely fiancé, he learned punishing someone he’d given his heart to hurt him almost as much as it did her – almost.

When he thought she was getting closer to learning her lesson, he threw the leather to the floor, moving to caress Tiffany’s lower back to comfort her, although he refused to provide relief to the lesson on her burning globes… yet.

Despite her obvious pain, he loved to see her labia glistening wet with her sexual excitement. He lightly dragged his fingers through her lower lips, eliciting a long groan of desire as he lubricated his fingers liberally.   She squeaked when he lifted higher, pressing two lubed fingers into her puckered rosebud.   “Oh God, Lukus… what are you doing?”

“I’m taking liberties with my naughty sub’s little bottom and you need to just relax and enjoy it, because this is just an intermission. You have one more layer of punishment coming before we’re done here.”

“Oh lord, I can’t take any more, Sir.”

“Oh baby, I’ll decide when you’ve learned your lesson and we won’t stop until then. Let’s get this finished so we can move on to more fun activities.”

Lukus withdrew his fingers reluctantly, leaning to grab the most painful punishment device he’d used on Tiffany to date. He didn’t plan to deliver a lot of strikes, but he would be using the loopy Johnny only when he had a particularly important lesson for Tiffany to learn.

She couldn’t see the small handled device with three long loops of braided leather that were about to light into her already punished ass. Lukus steeled himself for the scream that was about to come and lay the lick across the center of her bottom. Her cry was delayed, almost as if she’d lost her breath from the sudden laceration the wicked device delivered. When it came it almost leveled him.

He recovered enough to continue his lecture. “That’s one lash, Tiffany. You’ll receive six today and after each, you’ll promise to never leave the loft without my knowledge until Jake Davenport is in jail. Is that understood, young lady?”

“Oh God, please Lukus no more. I promise I won’t leave the loft ever again if you’ll just stop.”

“I’ll accept that for your first promise, but I’ll finish the last five.”

His arm felt as heavy as lead as he swung the light implement through the air to connect a little lower. Her pained screams lit into his heart, but he steeled himself to be not only her Dom, but more importantly her HoH. They agreed to the rules and consequences together and he was damn well determined to live up to his end of the deal.

It took five long minutes to deliver the five remaining lashes. He had to allow Tiffany time to calm enough to speak her languished apologies after each strike.

When the punishment ended, he rushed to release the leather restraints, letting Tiffany slowly bring movement into her limbs before lifting her up into his arms and carrying her lovingly towards the lift. Her sobs had lessoned to light cries, and he felt relief when she hugged him close, laying her lips against his neck to kiss him. It was a little gesture that meant so much.

The lift doors had just closed on their trip upstairs when he brushed his lips lightly against her ear with a vulnerable whisper. “So, are you still happy you picked living with me over your brother, baby?”

She turned her tear-stained face to look into his eyes. Her guilt was gone and in its place was the most beautiful look of love. “I’ll never regret loving you, Lukus. I may go down and burn whatever the hell piece of leather that was you just used to light up my ass, but I’ll love you regardless.”

Lukus broke out in laughter. “Oh Tiff, even after living through a Lukus Mitchell punishment, I just love that you’re still full of your signature sass.”

They let their lips do the rest of the talking.


Passion Series Book One

Passion Series Book One

Wowzer, that one took a lot out of me.  Sure hope you enjoyed a little glimpse into what Lukus and Tiffany are up to these days between Having it All and Protecting it All when the guys finally deal with one Jake Davenport.  If you haven’t given The Passion Series a read yet, I would very much appreciate you giving it a shot. Book one, Wanting it All,  is on sale for only $.99.

Wanting it All | Amazon |  Blushing

Securing it All | Amazon | B&N | Blushing

Having it All | Amazon | B&N | Blushing



Leave me a comment to know what you thought and to also be entered in the random drawing at the end of the month for a $10 Amazon gift card.  Come back tomorrow for more fun from the other couple in our Kinky Quartet, Brianna and Markus.

M= Married to a Masochist

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