Goldie’s Reckoning… #SatSpanks

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It’s Saturday – phew! Thank goodness, it’s time for a spanking! 😉

This week, I’m bringing another delicious spanking scene from my naughty fairy tale, Goldie’s Surrender. If Goldie thinks one rugged bear is her reckoning, then how will she manage three?

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“Do you think you deserve to be punished, Goldie?” It is Heath’s voice that questions me, and I spin to face him, mulling for a moment over what he has asked.

Do I deserve it? The answer is probably yes, I do deserve to be punished, but spanked? Spanked like a naughty little child? The whole idea feels preposterous. I know Logan spanked me that first night. For some reason I’d accepted the shameful humiliation then, although there’d felt little choice at the time. The second spanking had been amazing—sensual and fun, like a unique exchange of power. As I recall, I had been the one who actually asked Logan to turn me over his knee. He’d also punished me right here, over the table yesterday when I’d butted heads with Ethan. True, that had been fast and hard, but even standing in the corner afterwards doesn’t compare to this. This is different. What he proposes now is a penance. That all three of them take their turns spanking my behind as retribution for my actions.

I glance up at Heath, my eyes darting to all three of them. “Perhaps,” I murmur, not making eye contact with any of them. “But all three of you?”

Logan laughs. “It’s okay, little fawn,” he smiles. “We’ll space the spankings out, and we promise palms only.” He pulls me toward him, and I go meekly. “We will take care of you,” he murmurs. “It looks like the forest already caused you enough damage last night…”

I glance down, assessing the sore scratches on my arms and legs, and I have to agree with him. “Okay,” I whisper.

“Okay,” he repeats, his strong arms snaking to my waist. “So, you will be spanked, and you will clean the hallway, and in return, we shall forget all about your bad behaviour. Is that fair?”

I’m not convinced it’s fair at all, but the feeling of being warm and secure in his arms is so compelling that I nod, apparently unable to resist him.

“You’ll begin over my lap, little fawn,” Logan purrs, keeping me close as he reseats himself.

I sigh, accepting his verdict with some reluctance. I watch as he taps his lap with one large hand. “Come now,” he says with a smile. “Over my knee.”

I swallow hard, moving toward him and draping myself over his strong legs, my bound arms hanging low in front of me. Something about just being upturned over his lap makes my heart pace rapidly. He is so powerful, and in control, and me? I couldn’t stop him from spanking me even if I wanted him to, and I’m not really sure that I do.

The first swat lands without warning. The strike is hard and the sound rips through the kitchen. I think I gasp, but the noise is swallowed up by Logan’s large palm as it lands against my exposed and vulnerable bottom again.

“Why are you being spanked, little fawn?” Logan’s voice rings out from above me.

“I was selfish and reckless, sir,” I reply, repeating his earlier words back to him, and praying inwardly that they will suffice.

“Correct,” he answers me, just before the third swat strikes me. I feel the sting as it lands, warming the area in that dull ache I remember. “You will never. Ever. Put. Yourself. In. Danger. Again!” He accentuates each word with a new spank to my helpless backside, and I yelp, squirming at the sudden ferociousness of the onslaught.

“Are we clear, little fawn?” Logan roars from over me.

I pant in response, the arousal and embarrassment burgeoning inside of me. “Yes, sir,” I gasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Not yet,” he tells me as he spanks me again. “But you will be, Goldie. We are going to do what your Daddy should have done years ago. You will be punished soundly until you are contrite, and then you will be loved and comforted.”

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The Viking’s attention… #SatSpanks

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It’s finally the weekend, and with it comes the joy of #SatSpanks! I’m now fully immersed in my Viking edits, so today I’m thrilled to offer you more naughty delights from the book.

In this scene, we join Aurelie, once again at the mercy of her dominant Viking’s attentions…

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His hands are on me, his hot flesh skimming over my cooler skin. I’m aware of one hand coming to rest at my shoulders, and the other sweeping down past the small of my back to the vulnerable, exposed orbs of my bottom.
“How I have missed you these last days, Aurelie,” he purrs from over me.
I open my mouth to respond, but all at once that hand is gone, replaced by a hard swat to my backside. The sting is immediate, warming the area, before his palm lands the second strike.
“These long days journeying home, and your impeccable behaviour has meant I have been remiss in my duties to redden your delicious bottom.” His voice has taken on a compelling sing-song quality, and I am almost lost in it, until the next swat lands. This one is much harder, and produces a small yelp from me. “You must accept my apology for that,” he says, breathlessly. “Know that now I am back in Lundborg, I will dedicate myself to giving you the attention you deserve.”
Three further strikes land in fast succession, creating a dull ache from behind me. My hips roll forward, an unfortunate, but inevitable consequence Anders’ spankings seem to produce in me.
“Yes, my sweeting,” he says, his voice vibrating over me. “You need this too, do you not?”
I moan at the next impact, taking a moment to absorb the pain before I answer him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I groan, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs already. Whatever it is about being taken in hand by a powerful man, Anders has it in good measure. Somehow, only the sound of his voice can leave me wanting, let alone what he can do with the palm of his hand. 

© Felicity Brandon, 2018.

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If Goldie thinks one bear is her reckoning, how will she deal with three?

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Goldie’s Reckoning – #SatSpanks #Spanking

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It’s one week today until Goldie’s Surrender hits e-readers, and I’m so excited for my readers to finally meet the naughty little minx, and her three hot bears!

Here’s a sexy discipline scene from the book – just to whet your appetites… 😉

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“Why are you being spanked, little fawn?” Logan’s voice rings out from above me.

“I was selfish and reckless, sir,” I reply, repeating his earlier words back to him, and praying inwardly that they will suffice.

“Correct,” he answers me, just before the third swat strikes me. I feel the sting as it lands, warming the area in that dull ache I remember. “You will never. Ever. Put. Yourself. In. Danger. Again!” He accentuates each word with a new spank to my helpless backside, and I yelp, squirming at the sudden ferociousness of the onslaught.

“Are we clear, little fawn?” Logan roars from over me.

I pant in response, the arousal and embarrassment burgeoning inside of me. “Yes, sir,” I gasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Not yet,” he tells me as he spanks me again. “But you will be, Goldie. We are going to do what your Daddy should have done years ago. You will be punished soundly until you are contrite, and then you will be loved and comforted.”

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The Viking lash – #SatSpanks

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It’s finally the weekend, and time for Saturday spanks! 😉 This scorching snippet is from the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest, which will be available soon!

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The swish of the lash reaches my ears before its soft leather tresses caress my skin. I arch in to the impact, my body yielding to the intensity as the pain washes over me. My mind free-falls as he swings the leather at me again, my skin coming to life with each of its agonising kisses.
“Do you need this, my sweeting?” Anders’ voice vibrates next to me.
“Oh yes, My Lofðungr,” I reply, breathlessly. “I have missed you.”
All at once he appears at my side, his breath hot against my cheek as he gazes at me. “Missed me?” Anders repeats. “Why, Aurelie, it has only been a couple of days since I last punished you?”
I bite my lip, but am unable to stop my hips from rolling forward in response to my Viking’s words. “I know,” I whisper, lowering my eyes as I answer him. “Yet I find that I need your discipline more and more, My Lofðungr?”
He grins at me, snaking his hands around my back and drawing my bound body forward. My arms strain against the binds, but my torso moves as he commands, my beading nipples grazing his naked chest as they make contact with him. “My, my, Aurelie,” he growls. “You are so exquisite.”

© Felicity Brandon, 2018.

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You don’t know when to stop – #SatSpanks #Menage #AlphaMales

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It’s the weekend, and my edits are back with my publisher, so it shouldn’t be long until I can finally unleash Goldie, and her three dominant bears! In the meantime, enjoy this #SatSpanks, in which she gets the punishment she so badly deserves. 😉

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It all happens so fast. One moment I am standing next to him, and the next he has grabbed my arm, and guided me towards the end of the wooden kitchen table. Without ceremony, he pushes me down over it, so that my hips land against the edge of the wood. I gasp at the speed of the action, twisting my head to try and see him, but all I can make out is the smug, smiling face of Ethan, seated to my right.

Logan holds my left arm into the small of my back, deliberately pushing the fabric of his long shirt north, exposing my upturned bottom to the room. When I reach round to try and stop him, he captures my second wrist with ease. “You, young lady,” he says from behind me. “Just do not know when to stop.”

I blanche, his description of me all too apt. “Logan!” I whine, stamping my feet below me. “Let me up!”

“Not a chance,” he tells me. “You will be spanked right here, until you learn some manners! And when I am satisfied, then you will apologise to Ethan for your tone.”

“I will not!” I mutter, but even as I speak, his left hand has seized both of my wrists, pushing them down against my bare skin, and his right hand leaves my flesh.

I brace myself, squeezing my eyes shut, and no longer able to manage Ethan’s self-satisfied face. The weight of Logan’s palm cracks down over my vulnerable behind, and I draw in a loud gasp.

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A time for something new… #SatSpanks

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It’s the first weekend of the new year, and with it, the first #SaturdaySpanks! If you’ve not heard, my next release is coming soon, and this one’s as hot and sexy as hell. 😉

I’ve been sharing snippets from the novel for a while, but haven’t given too much away, until now… For the time being I’ll just ask this – did any of you used to read fairy tales when you were little? A story about a young blonde who stumbles across a cottage in the woods when she’s hungry and tired?

What happens if that fairy tale is real?

Goldie Locks is very real, a young, over-indulged woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and influence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. Little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods, and what they will do when they find her asleep in their bed…

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He moves towards me, tugging at the cover. I let go of it without a fight, revealing my breasts to his hungry eyes. “You know,” he murmurs, pressing himself into me. “I’m still supposed to spank you for your performance last night…”

A shiver of excitement runs through me at the sound of his suggestion. “Oh yeah?” I ask, glancing up at him. “Will that be your first time too?”

Heath’s smile broadens. “Sure will,” he replies, “But I reckon I’m up to it.”

I blink at him, listening to his words. “I reckon you are too,” I agree. “So, where do you want me?”

He gestures towards the table. “How about right here? The kitchen is pretty much the warmest place in the cottage.”

I glance back to where I was just laying, considering his proposal. “You want me over the table?” I enquire, surprised at the suggestion. Heath is so much greener than the others. I’d assumed he would just follow his brother’s lead, and take me over his knee.

“Sure,” he answers. “Why not?”

I suck on my lower lip. There is no good reason why not, so I move towards it wordlessly, lowering my upper body down over the hard surface, and arching my back so that my ass sticks out behind me. “Like this?” I ask, knowing full well what effect my pose will have on the man.

Heath draws in a whistle at the view. “Looks good to me,” he answers, moving to my left hip, and taking his position.

I feel the weight of his fingers at my thighs. They trail an invisible line up the inside of my flesh, making me pant before they reach my wet seam.

“Dammit, Goldie…” His voice is already a growl. “I want to be inside of you so badly.”

I turn my head left, pressing my right cheek against the coolness of the table. He smiles at me, those brown eyes swallowing me up.

“F**k me after I’m spanked?” I suggest, wiggling my reddened ass next to him.

He blinks at me, but his right hand must already be in the air, because seconds afterwards his palm lands against my backside.

I flinch, swallowing in air at the impact. The strike awakens the soreness from the  spanking Logan had given me earlier, and the hurt is intense.

“Why are you being spanked, Goldie?” His tone is harder as he spanks me again, and the resonance is deeply arousing. Heath has always been alluring, but without his older brothers to dominate him, it seems he is finally able to take on the leader’s role himself.

“I put myself in danger,” I murmur into the wood, pushing back against his hand as it lands against me again.

“When we found you gone, the thoughts which went through my head…” his voice trails away. “Honestly, Goldie. You may not care about yourself, but my brothers and I care about you. Have you got that?”

The crack of his palm reverberates around me, and I stretch my mouth wide at the hurt. “I’ve got it,” I whisper, although my words are lost in the sound of the next impact. For someone who claims to have never done this before, he has a good, hard swat, but once more the inadvertent consequence is the fervent desire pooling between my legs.

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Viking’s folly #SatSpanks

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It’s the final #SaturdaySpanks of 2017, and I’m concluding with a sensual punishment scene from the follow-up to The Viking’s Conquest.

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His hand lands upon the curve of my sitting spot, but there is no force in the deed. Instead, it explores me lightly, trailing over my orbs and running a line to my lower back. “Then it is my responsibility to tame you, to control you,” he says. “And you know, I think, just how seriously I take my responsibilities?”
I nod from over his lap, biting my lip to suppress the glee in my voice. “Aye, My Lofðungr,” I reply.
“Hmmm,” he says, the large palm at my ass stilling. “Did you truly refuse the King’s guard last night?”
I tense at the question, but nod into the bedding. “Yes,” I whisper. “It is true.”
“It was folly,” he tells me. “And I am going to punish you now for your own foolhardiness. I mean to ensure that you never help to endanger your life again, Aurelie, because you, my love, are just too damn precious to me.” His voice cracks at the final statement, and I want to offer him comfort, but his hand has already shifted, and the full weight of it comes crashing down upon my bare behind.

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Much love, and wishing you all a fabulous new year. 

Hugs,

Felicity.

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