The More the Merrier – #SatSpanks

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Happy Saturday!   I’m in release countdown with only four days until my next release. I can’t wait for everyone to get their hands on Six Hours, my first M/m/f menage.  It’s just one of seven awesome novellas in The More the Merrier 2 boxed set.   Watch for buy links coming this Wednesday!

Today’s snippet gives a glimpse into the dynamics of the sexy trio of Jaxson, Chase and Emma.

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Excerpt:

It was her turn to chuckle. “So, do you always do exactly what Jax tells you to do?”

Chase had a twinkle in his eyes as he reached to pull her top over her head. “Not always.” He dipped in for a quick kiss before answering.  “Sometimes I defy him on purpose so he’ll have good reason to punish me. Like you, I enjoy having my ass lit up by his belt.”

Her heart rate was racing. “I never said I’d like that,” she protested.

“Maybe not with your words, but your eyes gave you away when you watched me take my own belt off. If we’re lucky, we can both feel his leather on our ass before the night is over.”

Jaxson’s voice from the doorway startled them both. “If you two keep dawdling, you can be sure to feel my belt sooner rather than later.”

Blurb:

When Emma Fischer is stranded in the south of France, she’s short on cash and unable to speak French. The friend she’d been traveling with deserts her to gallivant around Europe leaving Emma on her own to navigate from the French Riviera to Paris in time to catch her flight back home to Wisconsin.

Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartright are high-demand fashion models, in France for a shoot. Sparks fly when they come to Emma’s rescue at the train station. The men have their pick of women, but they recognize curvy Emma is exactly the type of woman they prefer to spend time with. The best friends invite her to join them in their private berth for the six-hour ride to Paris.

Emma gets on the train a girl, but the intimate time spent in the men’s arms turn her into a woman. Her only problem is surviving the good-bye.

Six Hours is a M/m/f erotic romance novella with explicit ménage sex scenes and light BDSM.

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T=Tangled Triangle #SpankA2Z #NSFW

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Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge.  If you are visiting me for the first time, you have some reading to do!  My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day.   I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even  sci-fi.

Today is another first for me.  My first menage – M/f/M

A huge shout out of thanks to Christine Hart who drew the short straw on editing today.  I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month.  I love what a close knit community we have.

T is for Tangled Triangle

Trina was miserable. She’d been looking forward to tonight’s Halloween bash at the Texas Tavern for weeks. It was the best costume party in all of Turner, population twenty-five thousand.   Not exactly a booming metropolis, which was normally just how she treasured it.   Recently, things were getting a bit too tight in town to suit her.

Trent returned to her side with her favorite drink, a gin and tonic. She’d have to sip this drink since her new husband didn’t think it was ladylike for her to drink too much alcohol.   If she were lucky, she’d get two drinks, but never three.   Traditionally, that suited her fine, but tonight she suspected she wouldn’t let go of her guilt until she’d hit at least three and felt tipsy.

“Okay, baby, tell me what’s wrong.”   Trent read her as if she were a tarot card.

“It’s nothing life threatening. Work was terrible today is all.”

At least that part was true. She didn’t add on that her old boyfriend, Toby, had strolled into the tanning salon she owned, tattoos and all.   Or that he had taken her in hand, exactly as he had for the two years they dated before he’d taken off for Tampa to open a tattoo parlor with his Uncle Tim.

She’d tried to talk Toby into leaving the minute he arrived, but he’d insisted on talking about how Trent was treating her. He’d bared his heart, telling her he’d made a terrible mistake leaving town. She’d done well telling him off, right up until he touched her, pulling her tightly into his muscular arms for a tongue-filled kiss that had left her thoroughly confused.

She knew before today that she loved two men. It only became a problem when the one who had deserted her returned to try to tempt her into an affair. She’d held tight today, refusing to tolerate Toby’s too-late apology and showing him to the door. The fact that she had trembled for twenty minutes after he left told her how much trouble she was in if Toby chose to stay in Turner.

Trent and Toby had never been friends, but since they had all been in the same class in high school, the men had thrown a few punches as they had each pursued the hottest girl in the class, Trina.

Trent had been the star track and field athlete with terrific grades.  Toby had been the tattooed bad boy who oozed sex appeal.   Trent was gentle and loving to a fault while Toby loved it rough and tumble.  She often wished she could have the two men she loved twisted into one perfect man, but then Toby had left town, clearing the way for Trent to win her hand in marriage. And they were happy – for the most part.

Trina downed her drink and took her husband’s hand nervously. The chances of Toby walking into the tavern tonight were high so the sooner she could convince Trent she was tired and it was time to leave, the better she’d be.

“I know I told you I wanted to come tonight, but I don’t feel well.   Can we go home so I can take a hot bath and call it a night?”

Trent took her hand, “If you’re sure, but I still think you’re hiding something from me.   You know you’ll feel better if you just tell me what it is.”

He was touching a little close to home. “I told you, I’m just tired.”

Trina heaved a sigh of relief when they were safely in Trent’s truck, headed across town to their townhome.   With Toby in town, she knew it would only be a matter of time before her husband put two and two together, but she’d have to deal with that tomorrow.   She had made it through tonight and that was all that mattered.

Trent parked in the garage and they entered through their dark kitchen. Trina didn’t stop to flip on any lights as she headed straight to the bedroom with her husband on her heels. The second she turned on the bedroom lights, she knew her life would never be the same.

Trina stopped dead in the center of the doorway, her heart thumping in her chest as her husband wrapped his arms around her waist to tug her back taut against his chest.   The threatening whisper in her ear had her trembling.

“What’s the matter, Trina? Don’t you like the treat I have waiting for you?”

The treat he spoke of was a bare-chested Toby, lounging in their marital bed as if he’d been invited there. The shit-eating grin on Toby’s face tugged at her heart just as his thick leather belt laying across the end of the bed triggered a full flip-flop of her sexual core as memories of how he’d tan her bottom just before thrusting deep took up residence in her thoughts.   She found it impossible to tear her eyes away from her dominant ex-lover.

Trent was talking in her ear again. “Toby was nice enough to stop by my work today and fill me in on his little visit to the tanning salon.   He also had a crazy proposition for me that at the time I thought was a terrible idea. But the more I’ve thought about it tonight as I’ve watched you lying to me time and again, the more I’ve decided I should take him up on his offer.”

Trina had only caught part of what he had said because her heart was thumping so loud. The tension in the room notched higher as the three occupants stood frozen in place.

It was Toby who took control as he rose gracefully to his feet to move towards her looking like a tiger on the hunt.   She tried to back away, but Trent held her tightly in his arms. Toby crushed her front, sandwiching her between the two important men in her life. Her mind was racing as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Why wasn’t Trent kicking Toby out? How did Toby get in?

The men took pity on her, deciding to fill her in on their twisted plan.

Trent held her immobile, while Toby touched her breasts intimately, tweeking the tips of her nipples.   “Your husband and I have decided that you’ve been a naughty girl, Trina. You remember what happens to naughty girls who tell lies, don’t you, baby?”  Toby was acting as if he still owned her body, roaming his hands across her tummy and down to cup her clothed pussy.

She finally found her voice. “Trent, why is he here? Why are you letting him touch me like this?”

“I’m only letting him finish what he started today at the office – you know, the torrid kiss you forgot to tell me about?”

“I can explain… truly…”

“See here’s the deal, Trina. I love you, but I also know you’ve never really gotten over losing Toby. When he came to talk today, we had a real man to man, trying to figure out what it was you saw in each of us and we think we have it figured out.”

Trina was trembling again.   She didn’t trust her voice, but managed to squeak out, “Do tell.”

It was Toby who took over answering as he started to unzip her flirty skirt while she felt Trent’s hands lifting off her tank top to uncover her taupe bra.   “When we started comparing notes, we finally put it together. I’m certain you love it when I take you in hand to thrash this tight tush of yours just before I thrust deep inside you to ride you nice and hard.   Trent here is just as convinced you love how thoughtful he is with gifts and romantic gestures like taking you out to eat or on long walks in the park.”

Trent took over the talking as he unhooked her bra, while the rest of her clothes were torn from her body by Toby. “So we decided that tonight we’d tag team you to let you know we aren’t going to tolerate you stringing us both along.   I’ve known you haven’t been totally happy and now that Toby is moving back to Turner, I’m not going to look over my shoulder all the time, wondering if he’s fucking my wife while I’m out of town.”

She tried to get a word in to tell her husband she had made a promise and she would honor it, but Toby chose that moment to clamp his mouth down on her left tit, sucking and biting her as if he owned her.   The moan that escaped from her lips had to torment her husband as he held her immobile for her lover.

Trina assumed her marriage was ending as the Trent she knew would never allow Toby to touch her like this. When her husband’s thick fingers traveled down her body to thrust deep inside her wet pussy, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. The feel of the men’s four hands and two mouths touching and teasing her intimately had her legs wobbling beneath her.

Trina was seconds away from the most explosive orgasm of her life when all touching stopped.   Toby tore her from Trent’s arms to pull her over to the tall, king-sized bed.   She was thrust forward onto her tummy as Trent sat in the middle of the bed, reaching to hold her arms tightly. A moment of panic threatened as she suspected what lay ahead.

Toby confirmed her fears by pulling her naked legs wide, tying her immobile and open across the end of the bed, her ass high in the air.   The clink of his belt buckle brought an involuntary sexual thrill she hadn’t felt since before Toby had left town. She’d pushed down her need for his tough love, but desire flared.

Trent’s terse words drew her attention back. “Look me in the eyes as he thrashes you with his thick belt.   I need to see with my own eyes that what he told me is true; that you need to have your bottom warmed regularly and your pussy ridden long and hard.”

The first lash of his belt landed across her ass, lighting her up with a fire she’d tried to douse in the years he’d been away.   Her eyes clouded over with tears as Toby lit into her bottom, but she managed to hold the intense stare with Trent as her tears tracked down her cheeks.   The fire she saw in his eyes as he watched his wife thrashed threatened to throw her into her first orgasm.   Toby laid down welts across her ass and thighs like he never had before.   He was breathing heavy with his exertion by the time she heard the leather thrown to the floor.

The men worked in unison in a way that made her wonder how much they had preplanned.   Neither tried to comfort her as she lay crying, tied and immobile. Instead, each man quietly undressed, allowing their turgid cocks to spring free.   It felt surreal to have them both together, Trent’s longer cock and Toby’s thicker cock prominently displayed next to each other as the men stared down at their captive, each with an intense, unreadable stare.

Trent called dibs. “I get her pussy – you take her throat. Later we’ll take turns thrusting into her ass in hopes of teaching her a lesson.”

She felt the release of cream between her thighs at her husband’s tormenting words. Her normally gentle man moved quickly to take up his post behind her as Toby crawled onto the bedspread, kneeling in front of her to place his hard cock against her lips.   The men coordinated, each thrusting balls deep in one push, filling Trina with men’s parts.   The torturous scream she managed around Toby’s thick meat was replaced with whimpers of joy as the men rode her to not one, but three orgasms. The smell of sex permeated the air and the slapping of skin formed a naughty rhythm as they fucked her until they each exploded, filling her with their hot cum.

In her trance-like state, Trina was vaguely aware of the four hands working to release her, placing her gently in the middle of the bed. As her heart rate evened out, returning her to reality, she realized the men had sandwiched her between them again, this time in an intimate embrace of lovers.   Toby held her from the back, spooning her against him as Trent snuggled in close to her front, holding her face in his hands.

She had so many questions about how this night had been arranged, but she was too afraid to ask them for fear she’d wake up and have the last glorious hour of her life be merely a dream.   She couldn’t help but become drowsy, snuggled into the arms of the only two men she’d ever loved. She almost missed her husband’s words.

“I guess you were right after all, Toby. She does need a man like you to thrash that naughty little bottom of hers regularly.”

“And you were right, too, Trent.   This snuggling tenderly shit seems pretty nice, too.”

“It’s settled then. I’ll help you move your crap in tomorrow morning and we’ll spend the rest of the day teaching our girl here how things are going to be around here from now on.”

Trina went to sleep dreaming of the thrills that lay ahead.

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J=Jaded Justice #SpankA2Z #NSFW

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Welcome back to the A to Z blog hop and my challenge to write an original free erotic short for each letter of the alphabet (fair warning, I may skip one or two letters – is that cheating?) The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter. I just hope you all will forgive me if I use the same word a few times due to my alphabetical limitations. 🙂  Today I’m bringing you a nice little story of good old fashioned revenge.

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J is for Jaded Justice

Julia pulled the faux-fur collar of her jacket up around her neck in an attempt to block out the cold January wind. She’d been waiting outside the judicial building over an hour for the jerk to exit. It galled her to stand by and watch the joke of jury members streaming out of the building. Their jovial voices carried across the street as the horde of women congratulated themselves on a job well done.   It made her want to jump in her jeep and run them all over.

The judge came out next. His jezebel mistress joined him as he jumped in his Jaguar and they sped off to points unknown. Julia had investigated Judge Johnson thoroughly during the trial when it became apparent justice was not going to be done. She had enough juice on the good judge to ruin not only his marriage, but also his twenty-five year career on the bench if it came to it.   The judge’s future depended on how the rest of this January night played out.

Finally, just after five, James Jackson himself stepped out onto the courthouse steps. He was joined by his prick of a lawyer. The two jerks looked joyous as they congratulated each other on their triumph over the judge and jury by convincing them that he hadn’t sexually assaulted Julia at last June’s company picnic.

Her memories were jarred back to that night when he’d not only brutally raped her, but he’d taken joy in restraining and belting her until she was reduced to a jumbled mess. And now, just because the asshole was handsome and had enough money to buy a jury, Julia was forced to walk away empty-handed.

She had lost her job first. At her initial report of the owner’s atrocious behavior, the junior HR assistant had been instructed to cut Julia loose without any justification.

Next she’d lost her engagement to Jerry, who had believed the ridiculous rumors that Julia was fired because her long-time affair with James had come to an end.   With her fiancé went their shared apartment and the Jetta he’d given her as an engagement present leaving her to drive an old jalopy of a jeep her brother had lying around.

The court case was supposed to bring her justice, but instead it brought more of the same injustice. Luckily, she realized early on that James Jackson had too much money and power to ever beat him fair and square.

Julia watched the newly acquitted jerk jump in the back of his waiting limo and drive away. She had become so jaded that she had to remember that if all went well, by this time tomorrow, she’d be laying on a beach in Jamaica, her bank account full, and James Jackson would be wishing the jury had left his ass in jail.

She tailed the jet-black car until it pulled into the circle driveway of his spacious home in Jersey City.   She was lucky it wasn’t a gated community, and that James lived alone, or the jig might have been up.   Julia parked the jeep down the street, grabbing the duffle with all the tools she needed, and walked back in time to see the limo driving away.

She boldly walked up the front walk and, before she could lose her nerve, she jabbed the doorbell. Julia’s hand gripped the powerful stun gun nestled in the pocket of her winter jacket.

She jumped with surprise when he opened the door almost immediately. He wore a joyous grin as he recognized his visitor. “Well Julia, baby, I didn’t expect to see you again so soon. Did you come to congratulate me on my victorious judgment today?”

Her legs felt like jelly. It took him reaching to touch her to jerk her into action.   The powerful stun gun was heavy in her hand as she jutted it out and squeezed the trigger.   A strong electrical jolt coursed through James Jackson’s body as she held the weapon against his bare skin for several seconds until he crumpled to the floor. The frantic look in his eyes was almost justice enough for Julia.   For the first time ever, James wasn’t the one in charge – and he knew it.

Julia had plotted her revenge carefully. She shoved the incapacitated James into the foyer, closing and locking the door. She knew the powerful jolt she’d delivered would only give her about ten minutes, so she wasted no time dragging his limp body across the marble floor into the nearby great room.   She jeered down at him on the trip to his large coffee table – a table very similar to the one the sadist had tied her to before he whipped her.

Just as he started to jostle his arms, she wrestled him face down across the low table, pulling the jute rope from her duffle and quickly securing his arms and legs spread eagle to the four corners.   Julia heaved a sigh of relief having him immobilized, giving her the time she needed to take her jacket off and unpack the tools she brought with her.   She carefully placed the items she’d brought in his line of site just as he’d done to her on that fateful night.

James regained his speech, “You fucking bitch, Julia. You’re going to jail for this.”

A strange calm invaded as she realized the time for indecision was past, and she set her jaw as she moved into action.

The sharp, jagged knife was her first weapon. James’ face filled with fear as she approached him with the jewel-studded blade.   After removing his belt, she went to work cutting every fiber of clothing from his body before jamming the knife back into the duffle. As much as she hated him, she admired the jerk’s athletic body and manly appendage jutting out between his spread legs resting against the table. Despite the electric jolt, his cock was already expanding and Julia found that amusing.

“I see you’re enjoying having our roles reversed, James. What was it you told me in June just after you had me tied and naked?   I think it was ‘you’re gonna just love losing control.’ How’s it feeling so far, you jerk?”

She didn’t wait for his answer before reaching to pull the same jet-black leather belt he had whipped her with from his pile of shredded clothes.     His eyes flashed with recognition of her intention, but to his credit James remained quiet.

Her first strike of his belt against his ass cracked loud in the room and he jerked his body trying to escape. Julia had practiced at home for hours, perfecting her aim so she could deliver the exact justice to her former boss that he had delivered to her that fateful night. He had whipped her just long enough to cover her body from mid-back to knees with welts, stopping in time to ensure no permanent proof of his abuse would remain after he released her the next day.

Julia had no such constraints as she rained the belt on him until he cried out for mercy, jerking his body against the ropes in an attempt to get away.   She didn’t stop until her arm was worn out, leaving his back, ass, and legs crimson.

She picked up the jar of petroleum jelly along with the fat dildo next. That was when James finally broke into a screaming rant as he realized she was reenacting the night of his crime. “Fuck sending you to jail – I’m going to kill you! You’ve lost your mind if you think you’re going to jam that thing inside me.”

She had expected to get great joy from seeing his pain, but Julia’s stomach lurched with disgust as she realized if she sodomized him, she’d be no better than her rapist. As tempting as it was to hear James screaming as she had when he had brutalized her, Julia was more concerned with looking herself in the mirror with peace every day once she got to Jamaica.

With deliberation Julia pulled the last item from her duffle bag. The laptop was already unlocked and ready for James to login to his secret bank account containing the millions he’d stolen from investors.

Julia had found many allies when she was digging up dirt against James. Being a jerk that sexually harassed every woman who worked for him created a lot of enemies. Women who were too afraid to testify were happy to share information that could put him in jail for a long time… that is if the judicial system worked that is. Julia had luckily learned early in life that if she wanted something done, she’d better do it herself.

“Here’s the deal, James. I have enough dirt on you to put you away in jail for the rest of your life. I have files, I have pictures, I have first-hand accounts from Joanna in HR and Jennifer in accounting. They may have been too afraid to testify in a judiciary court, but they’re jumping at the chance to come join me with their cameras for a front row seat as I shove this fat dildo up your ass while you scream like a little jezebel.”

The smug jeer on his face faltered.   Julia taunted him further. “Oh, and did I mention Joanna’s best friend is a journalist? You decide not to cooperate I’ll move to plan B with joy.”

“Just tell me what you want, you fucking bitch.”

Justified anger rose up as she laid it out for him. “What I want is to go back to June and have you not rape and beat me.   What I want is to be marrying my ex-fiancé Jerry next summer instead of losing my job, car, and home.” She paused, trying to contain the jumble of feelings.   Julia continued, “What I’m going to settle for is exactly half of the stolen money you jimmied from your investors into your secret bank account.”

His set jaw disclosed she’d struck gold.   James glared before erupting, “You’ve lost your mind, Julia.”

“No, James, I’m done losing. The justice system may have failed me, but I have my own definition of justice now.   I opened my own offshore account and I even have your jumbled account number so all I need is your password.”   A long minute passed where the jerk weighed his options. Only when Julia moved to pick up the jar of petroleum jelly and started lubing up the thick dildo did James buckle.

“I’m gonna kill you for this, Julia.”

“No, you won’t, James. You’ll realize you should be grateful you aren’t in jail or on the front page of the newspaper with a byline by my journalist friend and you’ll let it go.   I don’t have any more time to jockey around with you so I’ll take that password now.”

It only took five minutes to transfer just over three million dollars into Julia’s brand new fat bank account.   A light-hearted joy consumed her the second she received the confirmation in her personal email account of the successful deposit.

“Well, I’d love to stay and play with you some more, but it’s time I started my journey. Nice doing business with you today, James.”

Julia picked up the waiting stun gun and approached her prey.   The fury in his eyes was quickly doused as she jabbed the gun against the raw stripes across his ass and jolted him full of electricity until he lay limp.   It only took a minute to cut the jute rope holding him down and clean up the scene.

Julia took one last satisfied look at James’ naked and strapped body before turning to start on her new journey. Her jet to Jamaica left in four hours.

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B=The Bratty Bride #SpankA2Z #NSFW

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It’s official. I’ve lost my mind. Not only have I signed up to blog every day this month in the Spanking A to Z blog hop, but as I was contemplating what I’d be blogging about, I came up with this crazy idea that I’m having a lot of fun with. I just hope you all enjoy it too.

In case you missed my A=Angry at the Airport short yesterday, you need to know that I’ve challenged myself to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet. The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter. Take my word for it. This is considerably harder than one would think at first blush, but now that I’ve gotten started and have the stories plotted, I’m having so much fun. I feel the need to apologize to my Passion Series fans, though, since I’m spending my writing time on this instead of tracking down and dealing with Jake in Protecting it All. Forgive me!

Without further adieu, I present B=The Bratty Bride.  A huge shout out to Bruce Stern for agreeing to edit my posts for me this month. I also have an announcement at the end of today’s story for those of you who stick with me to the end.

 B is for The Bratty Bride

Brad never thought he’d be angry with his bride only hours after the beginning of their marriage. But as he watched the love of his life knocking back shots at the bar with several burly friends, his blood started boiling.

Brian, his brother, stood next to him. “Bet you didn’t think you’d have to bust her butt this soon.”

Brian was one of the few who knew how Brad planned to take his beautiful, but naughty, wife in hand.

“Tonight will be a night to remember. Our first fuck as a married couple and her first butt-buster punishment courtesy of a hair brush and my belt.”

“Boy, I’d pay to watch that one.”

“Based on the look Mom gave me when Bridget berated the bellman when we checked into the hotel, she may beat you to the front row seat.”

“Yeah, Dad says he can’t believe you are babying her so much when all she does is bite everyone’s head off.”

Brad balled his fists in frustration at his family’s observations. He believed they meant well. Still, he knew he had to break his new wife of her bratty habits before she turned into a full-out spoiled bitch.

By eleven, the ballroom was thinning out while his beautiful bride boogied her bodacious booty with her best friends on the dance floor, oblivious to the emanate danger said booty was in as soon as they got to their bridal suite. His balls tightened at the thought of disciplining his naughty bride on their wedding night just before sinking his cock into her tight body.

Brad made his way to her band of friends, breaking through the line of dancers to pull Bridget into his arms. His voice bellowed to be heard over the band playing a bad cover of Boston’s Rock N Roll Band. “Time to head up to bed, baby.”

“But Bradley, I’m not ready to leave yet.” He hated the way her words slurred as she tried to focus her alcohol-blurred vision on her bridegroom.

Brad wrapped his arm around her body, pulling her close and moving her off the dance floor. She buried her bare feet into the carpet to try to delay, but he’d have none of it. They paused to relay their good-byes to the remaining guests while Bridget brushed her body against his in a brazen display of horniness.

By the time they were in their suite, Bridget was wilting. He considered waiting until morning, but knew he needed to begin their marriage on the right foot. He pulled her against his chest, brushing her cheek as he lost himself in the brown eyes he loved so much.

Brad hardened his heart and grasped her long blonde hair, angling her face so she couldn’t back away. “I warned you not to drink too many alcoholic beverages tonight, baby. You were barking orders and acting like a bratty bitch most of the night. That’s not how the new Mrs. Breckenridge is supposed to behave.”

Her eyes bore into his, angry at first, but filling with apprehension as she held so still, not even daring to blink.   “But, it was my wedding night.”

“Yes, and it’s mine too, baby. Remember what we agreed to before we planned the wedding? Who is the head of our brand new household?”

She blushed, but answered, “You are, but…”

“No but, baby. Didn’t you believe me when we agreed before our wedding to our rules and consequences?”

Her voice broke with emotion as she replied with a whisper. “I believed you, but…” Bridget’s voice trailed away, but the look in her eyes told him she’d been testing him.

Brad exhaled a relieved breath, understanding that either consciously or subconsciously; his bride had put this punishment into motion. He needed to blister her bottom.

“Baby, you broke almost every rule, so tonight your butt will be introduced to the wooden hair brush right before I belt your bottom until I believe you really do understand.”

“But… oh, god…”

Brad wasted no more time. He unzipped her bridal gown with one hand while his other pinched his wife’s breast through her bridal lingerie. Between her sexual excitement and her husband’s promise of a stern punishment, her breaths quickened.   Her gown fell to the beige carpet as he pulled her towards the king bed.

“Keep the bra, stockings and heels on, but lose the panties. I want your bottom bare.”

His bride who had been nothing but boorish most of the night was surprisingly pliant as she bared her ass. All it took was a brush against her back to have her bent across the end of the big bed, her bottom pushed out at attention. Brad couldn’t be more surprised by his wife’s easy acceptance of his new control.

He grabbed the paddle hair brush he bought with this exact purpose in mind. Next, he reached for his buckle, slipping his belt through the tuxedo pant loops, placing it right before his wife’s face so she could see what lay ahead. He caught her sharp intake of breath as he rubbed her buttocks tenderly.

He began her first lesson strong and steady, bringing the large brush down into the center of each butt cheek with a bold thud. It only took a few hard connections to bring a blush to Bridget’s bobbing bottom.   She tried to bolt upright to escape, but he held her down by pressing the base of her bare back. Her arched back pushed her wiggling butt up higher.

Brad felt his own cock growing tight in his boxer briefs as he took his wife in hand. The stress building up to their big day had brought out the brattiness in Bridget. Perhaps he should have busted her butt weeks ago, but he had wanted to wait until they were married.

The wood of the brush connected over and over, bringing her bottom to a rosy red, matching her tear stained cheeks. By the time he had laid down one-hundred steady brushstrokes, his bride was begging him to stop.

“Please, Brad. I’ll be a good girl,” she bawled.

“Baby, I know you will be, because the alternative is to walk around with a blistered butt all the time.” He paused long enough to lay the brush on the bedspread and pick up the wide leather belt his father gave him as a wedding gift. It had come with his father’s advice to apply it regularly to his bride’s bottom for a well-balanced home and marriage.

He was so proud of Bridget. He had worried she would balk at following through with domestic discipline.   Her butt bounced around as leather connected with flesh leaving a beautiful glow in its wake. Her begging for him to stop ended, replaced with forlorn sobs bordering on blubbering. Her tears tugged at his heartstrings, yet the glistening wetness of her pussy bore the signs of her arousal.

Brad threw down the belt after ten lashes. He saw evidence of slight bruising. His wayward bride may have been bratty, but she certainly hadn’t earned a belting that severe… yet. What she had earned was her husband’s cock buried deep in her body.

Divesting himself of his bridegroom clothing, Brad stood naked, stroking his cock slowly to savor the view of Bridget dripping, ready for him without so much as a touch to her nub. He gently brushed her warm skin to comfort her.

When her tears turned to moans of pleasure, Brad lifted her knees to the bed, lifting her higher and spreading her wide. She balled her fists against the bedspread, preparing to be taken.

Brad’s swift insertion linked the now married couple in the most intimate way.   He expected their first time as a married couple would be slow lovemaking, but this was anything but. He grabbed her hips, pulling her body back hard against him as he thrust forward again and again, each insertion deeper in the core of her body. His wife came unglued beneath him.

“Oh my god, that’s it, baby. Ride me! Bury yourself deep inside me so I can come!”

He felt her core contracting around him as she let the bliss of her first orgasm as a married woman claim her.   Her shuddering cry of his name had Brad following closely behind her as he shot his bounteous load of white cum inside Bridget’s body.

Only after his cock deflated did he begin to stir. He had her stay while he went to the bathroom, bringing back a warm washcloth to wipe his bride clean before sweeping her into his arms to relocate them under the covers for their much-needed rest.

Just before he dozed off, his wife in his arms, Bradley heard Bridget’s adorable words. “I’m sorry I was a brat these last few weeks, but if being bratty gets me tonight’s treatment, you’d better beware.”

He chuckled, pulling her closer to his bare chest. “Baby, you don’t have to be a brat to be taken in hand. I promise to attend to this beautiful bottom every day for the rest of our lives.”

*****

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A=Angry at the Airport #SpankA2Z #NSFW

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It’s official.  I’ve lost my mind.  Not only have I signed up to blog every day this month in the Spanking A to Z blog hop, but as I was contemplating what I’d be blogging about, I came up with this crazy idea that I’m having a lot of fun with.  I just hope you all enjoy it too.

Rather than blogging about an A word, I’ve challenged myself to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet.  The catch is every single sentence must have a least one word in it that starts with that day’s letter.   Take my word for it.  This is considerably harder than one would think at first blush, but now that I’ve gotten started and have the stories plotted, I’m having so much fun.   I feel the need to apologize to my Passion Series fans, though, since I’m spending my writing time on this instead of tracking down and dealing with Jake in Protecting it All.  Forgive me!

Without further adieu, I present my first of what I hope will be many entertaining free erotic shorts this month.  A huge shout out to Bruce Stern for agreeing to edit my posts for me this month.   I also have an announcement at the end of today’s story for those of you who stick with me to the end.

A is for Angry at the Airport

“I’m calling my attorney. They can’t avoid our departure any longer! My head is aching.” Angela crossed her arms across her ample chest in a show of agitation.

Andrew had just about had enough of his wife’s anger. He wasn’t actually having fun stuck at the airport either. They had left Atlanta early that morning in hopes of arriving in Arizona by early afternoon, but airplane issues had grounded them in Albuquerque for an annoying delay.

“Alright, Ange. Getting anxious isn’t going to solve anything.”

“I’m not anxious. I’m aggravated. We should have been at Aunt Allison’s hours ago.” The additional passengers stuck in the gate’s waiting area pressed against his wife eliciting an abrupt squeal from the beautiful auburn-haired woman.   All eyes stared at them.

He squeezed her arm as a warning, lowering his voice. “That’s all I’m going to take, young lady. I expect you to act like an adult. I’m sure the airline employees are doing the best they can to resolve the issue.

“I absolutely doubt it. That one there was a complete asshole when he announced the latest delay.”

At least her eyes widened in alarm as she acknowledged her vulgar language. Andrew’s grip anchored her against his hard chest. Angela finally allowed the angst to slip from her face.   Her continued atrocious language was the final assault to his patience.

Andrew leaned almost close enough to touch her ear. “Pick up your attache and follow me, quietly.”

“But… Andrew…” Her eyes shone with her unspoken apology, but he abandoned any thought of letting her get away with her continued anger. He knew exactly what action he needed to take.

“Now… at once.   Be glad I’m going to make sure we’re alone before I assault that ass of yours.   That one alcoholic beverage you had is amplifying your awful judgment.”

His wife’s hand was aquiver with apprehension as she acknowledged she had finally stepped across the line of acceptable behavior.   As other airline passengers waited at the gate, Andrew dragged Angela away.   Approaching the large unisex washroom just being vacated by two adults, his wife abruptly stopped.

“Angela, I expect you to accept your punishment.”

“But, there are so many others in the area. It’s not appropriate.”

“I’m your Dom and I decide what is appropriate. Right now that means your ass needs my immediate attention.”

Andrew smiled at her adorable blush as he led them into the alcove and locked the door to provide them visual privacy.

“All right, I want your pants and panties around your ankles.”

Angela looked apprehensive as she slowly acquiesced to her husband’s order.   Andrew pulled her towards the sink, angling her body so he had complete access to his favorite body part. Angie had an apple shaped bottom that never failed to arouse his manly appendage. His jeans squeezed his anatomy uncomfortably as he reached into his duffle to pull out her punishment anal plug along with the fire-hot ass-cream he carried around for quiet discipline activities.

She shook with anxiety as he instructed her. “Always hold the sink until I give you the all-clear. Agreed?”

“Agreed… sir.”

As he lubed the oversized plug with Aspercream heat rub, he took in the sight of the tight ring of her asshole. He couldn’t help but feel aroused as the aroma of her own sexual arousal wafted into the air.   They had been married a long time and he was aware she often antagonized him on purpose to amplify their power exchange dynamics.   That suited Andrew.

He slipped the slick tip of the anal plug across Angela’s rosebud until she wiggled her ass wildly. Her back arched and her bottom flayed in an attempt to escape as Andrew held her waist against his body. He assaulted her puckered hole with one swift insertion of the hard sex-toy deep in her ass.   Her anguished grunt told him his aim was true and her bowels were being bathed in what he liked to call his attitude adjustment cream.

Within a minute, Angela’s moans turned to whimpers.   He suspected the unforgiving toy would be more than enough to keep her attention on improving her behavior, but he didn’t want to take any chances.

“Step aside now and grab onto your ankles. Don’t let go until I tell you to, angel.”

Her apologies started anew. “I said I’m sorry, Andy.”

“Maybe your are… maybe not, but I assure you that you will be apologetic for many hours to come. Grab your ankles, Angela.”

He approached her as he unbuckled his leather belt. He heard her anxious breath as adrenalin coursed through his body as he prepared to discipline his wayward angel. Her agonizing moans told him the attitude adjustment cream was working internally. His belt would attend to her exterior anatomy.

The first strike landed across the swell of her ass, pressing the offending plug deeper, dragging an aching squeak from her. Andrew laid an additional five lashes in quick succession, not allowing his wife to get acclimated to the pain before the next strike arrived. By the time he finished the abbreviated punishment, Angela was chanting her apologies.

“Ouchie… I’m so ashamed of myself, sir. Please, all of the people passing by are going to hear us!”

He adjusted his angle to deliver one final full-force assault as his apologetic angel broke into a sob. The cherry stripes across her ass enhanced his desire to aggressively plunge into her aching pussy.

The announcement over the speaker advising them their flight was now boarding aborted his plan to ravage her. Instead, he helped her right herself, held her in his arms and delivered aftercare in the form of sweet kisses across her shoulder and up her neck. He felt her quiver in his arms as she finally acted like the altruistic young woman he loved with all his heart.

“All right, I trust you’ll behave after that little reminder. Let’s go so we can get to Aunt Allison’s. I’ll help you remove the attitude adjuster just after I have my way with your adorable body.”

Her groan betrayed her excitement at being taken in hand by her Dom and husband.

They left the private area hand-in-hand, arriving at the gate just in time to board their airplane. As they were about to take off Angela leaned in to apologize one final time to her husband.

“I really am sorry, Andy. I’m going to keep apologizing until you agree to take this thing out of my ass.” Her eyes shone with anxiety and agony brought on my the burning punishment going to work on her anatomy. “Any idea when that might me?”

Andrew stroked her arm lovingly as he whispered. “Just after I attend to your pussy.”

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So what d’ya think?  I love comments so I’ve decided to give away a $10 Amazon (or B&N) gift card at the end of the month to one lucky winner.  All you need to do to be entered to win is to leave a comment.  The more posts you read and comment on, the better your chances of winning as I’ll enter you for each comment.   If you haven’t signed up for my New Release Newsletter yet, you can have another chance to win by signing up for that as well.

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