Coming on January 18th is The Sins of the Flesh, my story in the Duty Bounds anthology. I am super excited to finally talk about it and here is your first snippet for this #SatSpanks!
The palm landed so fast that the sound barely registered in his ears before the impact seared the pale flesh below him.
“Owww!” The scream resonated throughout the large room, echoing long after the lips making it had closed.
“That’s right, Madelaine.” His voice was dark and brooding, but it oozed a sense of undeniable confidence. “Let it out, and with the pain, let go of your attitude and petulance.”
His hand was in the air again before Madelaine could even answer, his flesh slamming hard against her exposed and vulnerable backside again.
“Please, no!” She was sobbing now, her face pressed down into the dark leather chair she was clinging to. “Stop it. Stop it now, Cardinal.”
The man in the red robe edged towards the crying woman, crouching down beside her naked body to stroke her lower back. “It’s okay, Madelaine,” he soothed. “You are doing so well.”
She twisted her face towards him, large brown, tear-stained eyes meeting his. “Please, Cardinal,” she whispered hoarsely. “I can’t take any more. Please stop.”
Cardinal Turner smiled. “You know we can’t stop until your punishment is complete, young lady. This is God’s work, and it must be done.”
Madelaine drew in a shaky breath, her trepidation obvious from her anxious expression. “I’m sorry, Cardinal,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you. I swear I will never do it again. I’ll be respectful. I—”
“Shhh…” His fingers moved to Madelaine’s moist lips, silencing her as they applied pressure. “I know you have learned your lesson, child, and so does God, but you must be penitent. Suffer your penance. Endure for him. Only then will you be granted forgiveness.”
She was nodding as he concluded, her expressive face demonstrating acceptance of his words.
“Do you understand?” he probed.
“Yes, Cardinal,” she whispered. I understand.”
“Good girl.” His voice was like a gentle purr, and Madelaine’s eyes fell shut at the sound of it. “Let’s resume, and soon you’ll be blessed with God’s clemency.”
He rose from her side, flexing the fingers of his right hand as he stalked back towards her rear. Glancing down at her trembling thighs, he eyed the pink marks which decorated her beautiful curves. Serving God was his life’s work, but sometimes it was considerably more pleasurable than others. Cardinal Turner sensed that today was definitely going to be one of those days.