Meet the intruder… #WIPItUp

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It’s hump day, and it’s time for a new excerpt from my forthcoming erotic fairy tale based on the new adventures of Miss Goldie Locks… In this scene, Goldie lays eyes on two of her three handsome bear-men for the very first time!

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“Settle down, girl!” he says, his tone unwavering as he holds me in place.

“I am no girl!” I screech, bringing my right fist smashing down against his torso. I had meant to target his chest, and yet he’s so tall that I barely even reach it.

He grabs the offending wrist in a heartbeat, looking down at me with a smile. “My, my, you are quite the unruly imp, aren’t you?”

I shriek in defiance, stamping my foot down on the floorboards below me.

“Settle down, or I will be forced to make you settle…” His warning is soft, but I recognise the threat nonetheless.

“Y- you… You can’t!” I stammer.

“I can,” comes the reply. “This is my house, and my rules are the law here. You came without permission, and took what you wanted without consideration. Now, tell me, who are you?” His tone is so low, that it’s almost a growl and for one long moment, I look up into his face. I am utterly terrified, but refuse to let this brute see it.

“I will not!” I snap, ceasing to struggle in his large hands, but turning my face away from his insistent gaze.

“Good grief, Logan!” A voice from the doorway sends my heart spiralling back into a frenzy once more. “It seems our little burglar is quite the petulant one!”

I twist to my right, seeing yet another giant looming over me. This one doesn’t seem quite as tall as the one who still holds me steadfast in his hands, and his blond locks are quite in contrast to the first.

“She is indeed!” comes the hearty response of the dark-haired one. What had he called him? Logan? “Quite the high-spirited, girl!”

“I am not a girl,” I cry again. “I’m a rich, smart woman, and I will be missed!”

I blink at them both for a second, cursing the note I’d left for Harry. He’ll think I’m sunning myself in California by now. He won’t even be worrying about my absence.

The blond one moves in behind me, and although he stops just short of touching me, I can’t help but gasp at the sudden and close proximity. Now they both tower over me. I am completely helpless, and although I know it, the thought makes me wild with resentment.

“You are an intruder in this cottage.” It’s the blond one talking again, yet I cannot bring myself to turn and look upon him. “Nothing more, and nothing less. Whoever you are, you should be thoroughly punished for your deeds.”

Punished? PUNISHED? The rage in me contracts, tightening until I can barely take a breath. “You shall do no such thing!” I spit at the dark-haired one. “No one has ever punished me!”

“Then,” says Logan, his tone quiet and contemplative. “Perhaps someone should have…”

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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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In the thick of it – #WIPItUp

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Landing another strike on her rosy flesh, I begin to alternate cheeks, snapping my wrist against each in turn, and watching as her body responds to both the pain and the pleasure. After another five spanks, I land a particularly hard strike against her right cheek, and the sting draws her hands, which had been resting by the sides of her head, to her backside.

I capture her wrists again, holding them away from her body with my right hand as she struggles beneath. “Did I tell you that you could move your arms or interfere with your spanking?” My voice is stern, and she eyes me with an anxious expression.

“No, Logan, sir,” she admits quickly. “I’m sorry.”

For the first time I suspect that she might actually be contrite, and the thought makes my cock even harder. “Do I have to bind you?” I ask her.

She shakes her head at me wildly. “Please no!”

“I could you know ,” I go on. “I could bind you and keep you here in my cottage for my pleasure, and for the pleasure of my brothers? ”

Her body stills, the tension seeping back into it. “You wouldn’t?” She says in that way which always sounds merely like a challenge.

“You know I would,” I answer, twisting my body to look upon her directly. “It is little more than you deserve after coming in here uninvited, taking what you want and expecting to walk away scot-free?”

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In Need of Correction by Gracie Malling

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Let’s begin the new year proper with the hot new Regency, In Need of Correction, from Gracie Malling!

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When her newly married sister returns home for a visit and brings along her husband and his brother, Andrew Hunter, twenty-year- old Lettie Waterford soon becomes enthralled by the serious, darkly handsome gentleman. But despite her best efforts to impress Andrew, it isn’t long before Lettie’s sharp tongue earns her a stern scolding, and when her unladylike behaviour continues she quickly ends up over his knee with her bottom bared for a well-deserved spanking.

Though the strict chastisement leaves her sore and sobbing, as Andrew comforts her gently after the punishment Lettie finds herself imagining what it would be like to have a man like him for a husband. When she is invited to visit her sister’s new home, Lettie is thrilled at the opportunity to spend more time with Andrew, but as the days pass she cannot help wondering why he has not begun to court her. Will he ever see her as more than a naughty girl in need of correction?

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Lettie had barely registered the sting of the first spank when the second followed… and then the third.

“You must stop!”

The humiliation! The pure mortification, as Annabel would say! For someone of Lettie’s cold detachment and unassailable archness to be imposed upon in as shameful and undignified a way as this was simply unbearable.

“I will do no such thing,” he contradicted, continuing to spank her through the unconscionably thin material of her drawers. “You, Miss Waterford, have had this spanking coming for a very long time.”

Lettie was beside herself. She cried out, kicked her feet, and tried with all her might to wriggle away. Mr. Hunter’s only response was to pause and, without ceremony, pull her drawers apart.

For a moment, Lettie was so shocked that she could scarce draw breath. Oh, Lord, he had bared her! How would she ever be able to look him in the face again, after this? Never had she felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so utterly undone.

In vain did she try to reach back and cover herself with her hand, to wrench back some of her tattered modesty, but it was no use; Mr. Hunter merely caught her wrist and pressed it down into the small of her back.

“You are no gentleman!” she wailed.

His hand connected hard with her bare bottom, and the sound it made was shockingly loud in comparison to what had gone before.

“No!”

“Yes, Lettie,” he said firmly, his sturdy palm smacking down onto her exposed bottom with ever-increasing speed and severity. “And I assure you that I am a gentleman. I intend no dishonour or outrage upon your person. However, I am well aware that a spanking over skirts and petticoats will have far less of an effect than one on the bare bottom and I fully intend for you to learn your lesson today.”

Lettie gasped and whimpered as each smack of his hand increased the burning and throbbing in her poor naked bottom. It was not fair! How did he dare to take such a liberty?

“You… have… no right…” she forced out through gritted teeth, her face wet with tears of pain and humiliation.

Mr. Hunter delivered an extra hard smack to the underside of Lettie’s cheeks that made her cry out. “I have assumed the right, as a member of your extended family and in the absence of anyone more qualified to take you in hand. If you do not wish to repeat this experience, Laetitia, then I suggest you behave better in future.”

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His voice is low and steely, making me uneasy. “I thought I had only recently delivered a lesson in respect, and yet now I find it may need teaching again.”

The knot of excited anxiety in me twists, knowing full well what he means, and yet refusing to acknowledge it. “There is nothing further to learn, My Lord,” I say hopefully. “I meant no offence by it!”

“And yet offence was taken?” he replies, staring at me severely.

“For that I am sorry,” I reply, in a little more than a whimper.

He nods, a small smile forming on those lips. “I suspect you will be,” he answers. “Once you have been taken over my knee again.”

My heart is raging inside of me, and threatens to push up into my throat. “My Lord!” I gasp, “you cannot mean to do so here, in the carriage? What if we are seen? What if the driver, or the footman hears us?”

The smile on his face grows. “Then I daresay that you, My Lady, will be rather embarrassed?”

My breath is coming in short bursts now, and I am close to panting again. “But, Thomas – what will people think?” I look to the carriage door anxiously, as though escape is even an option available to me.

“Most likely my dear, they will think you are a naughty young woman in need of correction from her guardian, and they would be right, wouldn’t they?”

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Sold to the Gladiators by Jaye Peaches

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Bethan has served multiple masters since she was captured by a rival clan and sold to the Romans, but nothing could have prepared her for Felix and Rufus. After purchasing Bethan, the two handsome, battle-hardened former gladiators quickly make it clear that she will be shared between them, taken hard and often by them both, and punished sternly for any disobedience.

Having been told by a seer that he must claim a woman from among his own people in order to appease the goddess of fertility, Felix is delighted to stumble upon a girl as beautiful as Bethan, and he is determined to use her as thoroughly as needed to bring blessing on his new estate. Rufus, on the other hand, was never much of a believer in fate, but the moment he sets eyes on Bethan he wants her in his arms… and in his bed. Will she surrender willingly to her new owners’ dominance or spend her days with a bright-red, well-spanked bottom?

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“I need to bathe,” she said when they’d finished.
“Then do so,” said Felix kindly.
“But…” She had no privacy.
Felix cocked his head at his companion. “You are mine now, little slave. There is nothing of you that I shouldn’t see. Strip and bathe. A thorough washing. I don’t care for grubby slaves.”
She glared in disgust. “I’m not dirty.”
Rufus grinned. “No, indeed, you appear not to be. However, Felix is your master and if he wishes you to cleanse yourself, you shall do so. Now.”
Her lower lip trembled. “I don’t want—”
“It is not a question of what you want, girl,” said Felix with a raised eyebrow and a sharper tone. “Do you wish to feel my firm hand again?”
She shook her head. She’d no choice but to obey him. Bending over, she lifted the hem of her skirt and shimmed it over her shoulders and head. She was bare beneath. Turning to one side, so that her bush was hidden, she dipped the sponge in the bucket and scooped up the water. She dowsed it over her breasts.
The shame of it! Her nipples had turned into purple pebbles. And to make matters worse, she felt a different kind of wetness forming between her legs. While she dripped water over her belly, Felix lounged across his bed and watched her. He seemed bemused by her nervousness. As for Rufus, the younger man once again ogled her with wide eyes and unsuppressed enthusiasm.
“Turn and bend,” Felix said sternly.
She couldn’t resist that voice and although her knees wobbled and her skin was covered in goose bumps, she complied. She showed him her arse and the very cheeks he’d spanked the day before. Slowly, she lowered her head.

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His Captive pet by Measha Stone

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Aubree Stevenson isn’t used to being ordered around, but then her efforts to bring down a dog fighting ring put her life in danger and she ends up in the protective custody of a stern, handsome former Marine.

Blake Turner is not a man to be trifled with, and he wastes no time in making it clear that Aubree will obey him or be punished. After she puts his word to the test, Aubree’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing strapping, and when she continues to defy her strict captor, she quickly discovers that he is prepared to take things much further. Soon enough, she finds herself stripped naked, outfitted with a collar and tail, and eating from Blake’s hand like a well-trained pet.

To her dismay, Aubree’s arousal grows more intense with every shameful display of forced submission. But even as he masters her body and claims her in every way, Blake must keep his captive pet safe from both her enemies and her own recklessness. Will he prove up to the task? 

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“I think you like playing my pet. I think you get so riled up about it because you don’t want to admit it to yourself, that you, a strong, capable woman—” Two fingers sank into her sex and she moaned, closing her eyes to better appreciate the touch, and the sound of his voice. “Could want to be treated like this, owned and collared. Because make no mistake.” A fingertip brushed her clit with the next thrust into her passage. “You are owned. And that collar isn’t coming off any time soon.”

She pressed her forehead harder into the ground, trying to get her bearings. His words were getting to her. They were working up her body as much as his skilled, thick fingers were fucking her.

His free hand splayed across the small of her back, holding her in place while he intensified his strokes. The little tip of his finger that brushed her clit now rubbed harder, pressing down with each new stroke.

Her toes curled into the dirt, and her fingernails bit into the grass. The pressure surmounted more than she could handle. She was going to come unglued, right there in the yard. As the leash tugged at her neck, her breasts swayed with the jolting motions of his hands; she was going to come.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He slapped her ass with the flat of his palm and pulled his fingers from her pussy.

She bit back the groan that worked its way up from her core. She’d been two strokes away from exploding, but within a moment she was not only empty but floating away from the orgasm she craved.

The leash moved, pressing against her clit, and she let the moan free. It wouldn’t take much more for her to come unravelled, and he knew it.

His hand brushed away the leather and began to stroke her plump, wet sex. Petting her pussy.

“You’ll come when you’ve given over.” His soft voice wrapped around her as he continued to run his fingers over her.

The tail twisted, creating a new spark of arousal through her body.

“Make this move for me.” He released the tail but kept stroking her clit. A soft touch that kept her on the edge, but didn’t come anywhere near the amount of pressure she needed to find fulfilment. “Wag your tail for me, sweetheart.”

 

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Her Cyborg Daddy

It’s a new week, and I’m thrilled to host the awesome Katie Douglas, with her hot new release, Her Cyborg Daddy.

In the book, Zanthia is well-trained in the art of diplomacy, but she quickly finds herself in way over her head when she is assigned as the liaison for Unit 7090 Mark III, also known as Mark. The stunningly handsome, impossibly virile cyborg ambassador from an AI civilization has plans for his first encounter with a woman, and those plans include making Zanthia call him daddy, spanking her bare bottom when she is naughty, and enjoying her beautiful body in any way he pleases.

Though she is shocked by Mark’s demands, Zanthia soon finds herself quivering with desperate, shameful desire as she is stripped naked, restrained to an exam table, and brought to one helpless, blushing climax after another. That is only the beginning of her ordeal, and over the coming days Zanthia learns what it means to belong to a daddy who will not hesitate to explore even the most intimate and embarrassing of his little girl’s needs. But when Mark brings Zanthia with him to his world, will the arrival of a biological lifeform throw his civilization into chaos?

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“Hold your cheeks apart,” he reiterated. With a sigh, Zanthia reached back and grabbed the mounds of flesh then pulled them open, displaying herself to him in the most humiliating way imaginable.

“Don’t let go of your bottom, young lady, or you will find yourself with an even longer, harder punishment.”

His hand swatted her tender bottom flesh and she squeaked as the sharper pain radiated through her delicate valley. “You are very wet again, Zanthia. Does the idea of having your bottom hole punished arouse you?”

She didn’t reply until a much harder swat landed right on her rosebud, filling the inside of her naughtiest tunnel with tingles.

“Yes. It does,” she told him, feeling her cheeks heat up as she said it.

“Then I’d better do it very thoroughly, to ensure you know exactly what you won’t get if you don’t answer my questions in the future.”

Damn him, why did he always manage to play her like a fiddle?

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A Firm-Handed Man

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Indulge your #sinfulSunday today with the hot new read by Constance Masters. In A Firm-Handed Man, we meet Mikala Black. After a night out with friends, twenty-five-year-old Mikala makes an extremely foolish decision that puts her in danger and ultimately results in her being left stranded by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. When her plight is finally noticed by the driver of a passing car, her rescuer turns out to be Andrew Weatherly, an old high school classmate. 

Andrew is no longer the boy she remembers as her chemistry lab partner, however. He is a tall, handsome, confident man now, and it sets Mikala’s heart racing when he scolds her for her reckless behaviour. Despite her best efforts to respond to his lecture with nothing but indignation, Andrew’s declaration that she is in need of a long, hard spanking leaves her intensely aroused.

 Mikala has dreamed for years of finding a man who will not be afraid to take her in hand, and she cannot help wondering if Andrew would follow through on his threat. She soon learns the hard way that he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she pushes him too far with her defiant attitude.

 Over the coming weeks, a romance blossoms between them, and though Mikala often finds herself with a bright-red, sore bottom, being kept in line by a firm-handed man is everything she hoped it would be. But when the demands of Andrew’s job put a strain on their relationship, will Mikala’s over-the-top reaction end up tearing apart everything they’ve built together?

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He threw a pillow on the bed. Lie on your tummy,he ordered.

The light?she asked hopefully, but she already had an inkling what his answer would be.

No, I want the light on this time. I want to see your pretty pink bottom—amongst other things. He gave her a gentle push and she was over the pillow waiting with her ass in the air.

He took his time and she knew why. His fingers followed what she imagined was his line of sight. Take a picture, itll last longer,she allowed to slip out of her mouth. Predictably a burst of reignited burning splattered across one cheek and then the other but it was worth it, it broke the spell and got him moving.

Eager, are we, miss smartypants.He spread her legs and dipped down to taste her. Yes, you are.His big hands kneaded her ass, spreading her, licking her glistening lips.

Oh, God,she whimpered.

Push your ass up for me, baby.He tapped her ass none too gently.

Mikki didnt have to be told twice. She wanted him inside her, to feel the weight of his body on top of hers, controlling her every move. Now, please,she begged.

He didnt keep her waiting any longer, he was rock hard.

She sucked in a deep satisfying breath when he entered her, sliding all the way to the hilt. Every ounce of his manhood was filling her. Oh, baby, that feels so—” He pulled out and slammed back inside her deeply before she could finish her sentence.

Drew pushed her top out of the way and grazed her back with his stubble.

His whole body seemed to cover her as he kissed and nibbled the back of her neck. She could only manage shallow breaths, gasping small desperate puffs of Drews scent as he pummelled her. She could feel her peak building. Yes, yes,she panted.

See what you do to me,” he muttered. “I want every part of you.

You have me.Her climax hit and she squealed with the intensity of it as every muscle in her body twitched and quivered.

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Happy birthday Anders & Aurelie!

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It occurred to me that yesterday (19th October) was the first anniversary since The Viking’s Conquest was released, and wow – what a year it has been!

The powerful, and often divisive tale of Anders and Aurelie’s blossoming love affair has been such an amazing success. It reached #1 in three countries and stayed there for over 50 days! As we speak it is still inside the top 50 in the UK, and has resiliently stayed inside for top 100 for the majority of the last year. On top of that it was runner up in last year’s ‘best erotic’ Spanking Romance awards, and won the readers-choice ‘Favourite Historical Fiction’ award – Just. Wow!

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Amazon #1 Bestseller USA, UK, and Canada!

I have all of you to thank for this awesome achievement, so thank you to each and every reader who has bought and reviewed the book. I know it is not to everyone’s taste, and I totally respect that, but I still appreciate those who take the time to read my work.

I am currently penning the sequel, and am once again totally immersed in the debauchery of Anders and Aurelie. I hope to have their new story completed by the end of this year, so I’ll hopefully have more news of this soon.

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Held In Custody

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I’m super excited to feature Ashe Barker’s brand new Viking romance today! Held In Custody sees an intriguing time travel twist on Ashe’s historical erotic romance…

When he encounters an injured young woman while on a motorcycle ride on the small Scottish island of North Uist, police officer Finn Olsen immediately comes to her aid, but to his surprise her dialect proves all but incomprehensible to him. To make matters worse, she first tries to run and then does her best to stab him with a dagger after he catches her.

Recognizing that the woman is confused and distraught, Finn disarms her, handcuffs her, and brings her back to the local police station, which doubles as his home. Once she is in his custody, however, it quickly becomes clear that his beautiful, feisty prisoner comes from a very different era, and that she has somehow travelled forward in time more than a thousand years.

Finn takes it upon himself to keep the headstrong girl safe in a completely unfamiliar world, even going so far as to bare her bottom for a sound spanking with his belt when she attempts an escape. Despite her situation, she is deeply aroused by his bold dominance, and when he claims her properly she is left utterly spent and satisfied. But as they unravel the mystery of her arrival in the twenty-first century, will their discoveries bring an end to their newfound romance?

Publisher’s Note: Held in Custody includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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He patted his lap and waited for Eira to resign herself to the inevitable. It did not take long. Eira edged forward from the head of the bed and eventually threw herself face down across his knee.

Finn lifted the towel to reveal the curved perfection of her bottom. He had, of course, had occasion to admire her body in the shower, though between the T-shirt and his own annoyance that opportunity had been limited. He took his time to savour her now.

Eira flinched when he laid his palm on the soft, tender skin of her buttock. He squeezed, then reached for the belt which he had laid beside him on the bed. Finn took the precaution of hooking his leg over both of hers to ensure she remained in place, and with his spare hand he held her wrists in the small of her back. He usually derived considerable pleasure from taking his belt to a willing woman and he was only marginally less enthusiastic about administering a decent disciplinary spanking. Now that he had Eira laid across his lap, waiting, he was ready to admit that this was where he had wanted to see her right from the moment he had set eyes on the woman on the road. Even so, he thought it best to get this done with quickly. It was late, they both needed to get some sleep.

Eira yelped when the first stroke landed. She wriggled and squirmed on Finn’s lap but he held her fast. After a few moments she settled and he delivered the second stroke. This time she whimpered but did not struggle. The third and fourth strokes were met with first screams, then sobbing. By the fifth she lay limp, weeping, her bottom sporting five vivid crimson stripes.

Finn laid the belt aside and traced each red wheal with his fingertips. He was gentle, but she hissed with pain even so.

“I am sorry, ” she gulped. “I will obey.”

“I know,” murmured Finn. “I know you will. And now, you know what will happen if you don’t.”

“I am sorry, also, for the knife.”

“That’s done with, I told you. It doesn’t matter.”

“I am sorry, even so.”

Finn eased her to her feet, then held her elbows until he was sure she was steady. “All is forgiven. You have been punished and we will not talk of it again, the knife or you disobeying me.” He pulled her to him in a hug then smiled up at her. “You must be tired. It is very late. I made a bed for you.”

“I know, in the prison.”

“No, not there. In another room. You can use it until you have somewhere else to stay.” He stood up and held out his hand. Eira took it, and he led her from the room.

“This is for me?” She gazed at the small but perfectly serviceable spare bedroom.

“Yes. You can sleep here. I’ll bring your clothes when they’re dry but until then you’ll have to borrow more of mine.”

“May I stay with you?”

“What?”

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