Learning to be Little

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This Tuesday, I’m excited to bring you, Kathryn R. Blake’s latest age play romance, Learning to be Little.  In the book, and after a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly’s growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.

Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly’s attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn’t until he takes her home that she realizes just what she’s gotten herself into.

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“So even though I found you on the streets, you retain an aura of inexperience about you. In some ways, I suppose, I am your first, then.”

When she nodded again, he smiled. “That also pleases me more than I can say. Your innocence enchants me, little Kelly.”

“It does?”

“Very much so. Although your erotic education appears to be severely lacking, so we’ll begin tutoring you tonight by working to expand your vocabulary.”

“You want to give me a lesson in dirty talk? Now?”

“Oh, yes. However, I also need you to keep in mind that if you slip and say any of these words outside of this room, I shall have to punish you. These are big girl words. Little girls are never to use them. Understand?

Though she hadn’t expected him to offer her lessons in erotic language tonight, she’d play along. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He pressed his finger inside her again. “Say, please finger-fuck my pussy, sir.”

Her cheeks burning hotly, she gazed up at him in surprise.

He gave her thigh a light slap. “That was an order, and I expect to be obeyed. Disobedience will earn you smacks, even in here.”

Swallowing the lump of uncertainty lodged in her throat, she whispered, “Please finger-fuck my pussy, sir.”

“Good girl.” He pressed two fingers into her as his thumb circled her clit.

“Ahh,” she sighed, her back bowing into an arch as her hips jerked in time with his thrusts. He knew precisely how to coax pleasure from her eager body.

“Feel good?”

“Yes, sir,” she managed through gritted teeth.

“Beg me to let you come.”

Her eyes snapped open. “What?”

He bent closer to her. “Say, ‘I want to come, sir. Please say that I may.’ ” His fingers didn’t stop their erotic stroking.

“I don’t understand.”

His fingers stilled, and she groaned. “I want to hear you beg for your orgasm.”

“What happens if I… come… anyway?”

“Ahh. Well, that would be considered an act of willful disobedience, so I would have to spank you.”

“You would? Why?’

“To intensify your pleasure, sweet one. Everything we do in this room will be for pleasure, Kelly. I don’t punish in here. At least not as a rule.”

“So, you spank for pleasure, too?”

His grin widened. “Most definitely.”

“But spankings hurt.”

“When interspersed with intimate caresses, they can also awaken nerve endings that feed the pleasure center of your brain.”

“I don’t think I’d like that.”

He chuckled. “Maybe not, but you won’t know until you try. Will you?”

“I guess not, but some other time, okay?”

Sitting back on his heels, he gazed down at her. “That’s not for you to decide.”

“Why not?”

“My room, my rules. I say what happens here and what doesn’t.” One eyebrow arched, and he pressed his fingers inside her again with a little more force than was comfortable. She grunted, then his middle finger curled slightly and his thumb returned to circling the tiny nub of sensitive flesh between her legs.

Kelly gasped.

“Don’t come until I give permission.”

“Please, sir,” Kelly begged, beginning to pant as the erotic sensations quickly built to the point that her legs shook from her efforts at restraint.

“Please what?” His attentions increased in tempo.

“Please let me come. Ahh,” Kelly cried out, her hips thrusting back in unison with his thrusts. Her entire body started to quake as she teetered on the edge of something wonderful.

“Come,” he whispered, and Kelly’s orgasm crashed like huge cymbals reverberating through her. Her arms and legs trembled as they rode the waves of incredible pleasure emanating from the tiny bud nestled in the juncture of her thighs. Unable to do anything but journey where her body took her, she closed her eyes until her breath emerged in open-mouthed gasps as her system floated down from its sensual flight.

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Kai by Valerie Ullmer

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This Tuesday, I’m pleased to bring you Kai by Valerie Ullmer.  There are two words that describe Kai. 

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Remote and Deadly.

And until six months ago, he was fine with that description. But when the vampire assassin spots a curvaceous woman, a human no less, who would come to fill his thoughts, he would gladly shake his persona for a moment in time with her. Instead, he kept his distance, watching out for her and learning more about her every time their paths crossed. But he had yet to speak to her. When a turn of events thrusts her into his solitary life, he must decide whether to complete his assignment, or protect her.

Olivia Sabin had dedicated her life to her work; finding a cure for cancer. She had hidden behind the mask of a scientist who cares little about anything beyond her laboratory, and for a long while she believed it herself. But when a mysterious man came to frequent the diner she visited nightly, her awareness of him devastated her concentration, and she came to look forward to the glimpses of him, however brief.

When she stumbles upon a horrific experiment at work, she knows he’s the only one she can turn to. She’s willing to sacrifice everything in order to protect him and others of his kind from the same fate. But first, she needs to find a way to get him to hear her explanation.

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Her eyes captured his.  A sliver of silver shone through as he stared right back at her from across the room.  Her eyes dropped and she watched his chest rise and fall with deep, harsh breaths.  He wasn’t unaffected by her touch, and she savored the evidence of his need for her, but he warred with himself about something her muddled brain couldn’t solve, so she decided to take the decision out of his hands.  Without any further thought, she reached for the hem of her shirt.

“What are you doing?” he growled.

Without an answer, she lifted the garment over her head and dropped it.  She ignored her trembling fingers as she raised them to the front opening of her bra, and with a snap of her fingers, the hooks detached and she shrugged it off.

Her cheeks fused with heat.  She’d never been as bold with another man, but she craved him in a way she couldn’t explain.  Her mind had taken a hiatus the second he touched her, and she refused to overthink the reasons why.  She wouldn’t allow logic to ruin this moment.  It was simple.  She wanted him, and unless he outright rejected her, she planned to seduce him.

Her numb fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans, but at that moment, he lunged at her, sweeping her up in his arms, and plundered her mouth.

His hands skimmed against the bare skin of her waist and moved them higher, until his generous hands cupped her breasts.  A harsh cry echoed around them as his thumbs brushed against her tight nipples, drawing out sensations she grew more and more addicted to.  A groan of protest escaped when he removed a hand, but when he tugged on the last remaining article of her clothing and the material ripped, she mewed in encouragement, hoping he would hurry.

Her hands skimmed underneath his Henley, and she sucked in a sharp breath as she encountered his hot skin.  Not leaving him any room to change his mind, she fumbled with the shirt until it rested near hers on the floor.

She pressed close to him, searching and finding his mouth after they’d been separated.  With his sculpted chest pressed against her soft one, her body felt scorched, as though she’d touched an open flame.  Keeping his mouth on hers, he removed the tattered remnants of her clothing, and yanked down his sweats, kicking them out of the way.

“Slow down, darlin’.  We have all night,” he growled as he nipped her lower lip.

Her hands splayed on his chest when a sudden thought popped into her head.  She blurted out her question before reason planted its ugly head.  “Can I touch you?”

A loud groan ripped from his throat, and he dropped his forehead against hers.  His breathing sounded as unsteady as hers, but she had no idea when she would have another opportunity to explore a man, much less a man who was as beautiful as Kai.  She waited for his answer, not wanting to rush him, or sway him one way or the other.

“I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he said through gritted teeth.

She pushed at his chest until he looked at her.  He stepped back and put a little space between them.  His silver eyes shone with a brightness that reminded her of the sun emerging from the clouds, and they blinded her for a second.  She blinked to break the spell, and looked down at his powerful chest, heaving with deep breaths.

Moving with ease, she splayed her hands on the sinewy muscles and leaned forward, licking his damp pectoral, teasing him a little before her tongue flicked his nipple.  She leaned back and blew lightly on the wet, heated skin.  The muscles in his neck corded as he threw his head back and gasped at her motions.  Taking this as a good sign, she repeated with the other, until a near-constant snarl vibrated through his chest, the seductive reverberation traveling through her.

“You’re going to kill me with your lips alone.”

Kissing her way down his stomach, she smiled against his skin at his statement.

“Not before I feel you inside me,” she teased.

She continued with her exploration, barely aware of his strangled groan, taking the time to caress his hips and run her hands over his powerful thighs and around to his taut buttocks, all while not allowing herself a peek at his erection.  The anticipation of what she had yet to explore, and the examination of every inch of what made Kai, Kai, had set a deep, addictive throbbing inside her core.  She wanted him to find the same pleasure that he promised in his gaze, so when she dropped to her knees, she allowed herself to take his cock in her hand.  Instead of examining it as she would under normal circumstances, her tongue darted out and she had her first taste of his skin.

Unsure of how to proceed, she went with her instincts and flattened her tongue underneath the base, licking him in one long, fluid motion until she reached his tip.  One last, long lick drew a shout that turned into a low moan as she opened wide and engulfed the head of his cock.  She teased the tip, licking at his essence, before taking the rest deep in her mouth.

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Master Me, Please by BJ Wane

This week, I am pleased to host, BJ Wane’s latest hot BDSM romance, Master Me, Please.

In the book, Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her also.  By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help.  One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle.  She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.

Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews.  He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday.  Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead.  A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else. 

Unable to resist stepping in when she gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needed.  When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?

DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Brace yourself for a red-hot (18+) snippet from the book…

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A light mist began to fall that neither of them heeded as Dax belabored her butt with a volley of hard swats, the blossoming, throbbing welcome pain stripping Krista of all defenses.  She didn’t want the need that flared to life with the fire in his vivid gaze, and turning her back on it, and him hadn’t gotten her far.  All it had taken was the light pressure of his hand on her throat and his deep voice giving her a choice that was really no choice at all.  She was beginning to think she hadn’t had a choice where Master Dax was concerned since the night Kurt invited him into their home.  The connection had always been there, those erotic hours just cemented it.  That night hadn’t threatened her marriage or altered her feelings for her husband, but had ignited an ember that flared into a flame the night he rescued her at The Dungeon and put his hands on her again.

Her buttocks swelled under his pelting hand, the cool, light rain keeping the heat level down, but not her response.  She leaned into the hand wrapped around her throat, loved the tight constraint that proved his mastery over her and reminded her how much she’d missed wearing a collar.

“You drove me to this,” he growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her throbbing cheeks.  “I can’t turn back, can’t resist you again, even though I know I should.”

He palmed one sore buttock and nipped her earlobe as she asked, “Why?” not understanding.

“Because this can’t end well for either of us.  Just remember I warned you of that, because there’s no going back now,” he rasped.

The deep thrust of three fingers drove Krista to her toes and tore a gasp from her tight throat.  And then his cock was there, pushing past her swollen pussy lips, her copious juices easing his way.  A booming thunder clap rent the still night as he filled her with one, fully penetrating surge.  She pushed against the damp glass to aid her balance, watching his intent face in the clear pane as he drove into her over and over.

So long, it’s been so long, was all she could think as she embraced his rough possession and basked in the pleasure on his face reflected in the glass.  That look alone would’ve been enough for her, but added to the driving, steady force of his thick, rigid length, back and forth over her clit and up and down her sheath, she found herself on the cusp of climax within moments.  She’d be sore tomorrow, his size alone ensured that.  When added to the rough urgency behind his fucking, she’d be lucky if she could walk.  And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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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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All Work and No Play (a tale from the ‘Mischief under the Mistletoe’ anthology)

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It’s still Christmas, and that’s why I’m especially thrilled to being you Gracie Malling’s festive little tale of discipline, from the ‘Mischief under the Mistletoe’ anthology!

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It’s hard to focus at work when your boss also happens to be your Dom, and Mia is finding it increasingly difficult to balance her work life with her kink life. Christmas, however, is an excellent distraction, and Mia is determined that their first ever office Christmas party will be one to remember. And it will… just for all the wrong reasons!

Sounds like a story of cheeky spanking fun, right? Check out the excerpt below…

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“Not so fast, little girl!”

I freeze, five stairs up, and then look back over my shoulder to see Will standing in the hallway glaring up at me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, trying my best to look innocent.

“Back down here. Now.” He takes off his thick winter coat and hangs it up behind the door, never breaking eye contact.

My belly clenches up in that gorgeous way that is both scary and hot as hell, and I tighten my grip on the bannister rail. “Why?”

“Mia Elizabeth Clarke, you are already in enough trouble as it is.” He raises his voice ever so slightly. “Here. Now.”

“But… but I already had corner time.”

Will grabs hold of the bannister rail and starts up the stairs after me.

I squeak and take the rest of the stairs at a run before sprinting along the landing, throwing open our bedroom door and flinging myself inside. This is a ridiculous plan, however, and I realise this moments later when Will strolls in, calm as you like, shuts the door firmly behind him and then stands there, arms crossed, expression hard and mouth set in a disapproving line.

I retreat until the backs of my thighs hit the bed, and then I sit down on the edge of it with a defeated whimper. “I’m sorry…”

He raises an eyebrow and takes a deliberate step towards me. “Sorry for what, young lady? For being a brat at work, for running off just now or for both?”

I hug my arms, press my cheek into my shoulder and mumble something incoherent.

“What was that?” His voice has that sharp edge to it that tells me I am in big trouble, but for some reason lovely submissive Mia seems to have disappeared since our little post-meeting chat and my brat persona has well and truly taken over.

“I said I don’t know,” I grumble, staring down at the carpet and still hugging my arms with my face averted.

“Stand up.”

I shake my head, squidging my cheek deeper into my shoulder, and stay put.

“Right.” In my peripheral vision, I see Will take two quick steps forwards and then he grabs hold of my hair and yanks me to my feet.

Before I have the chance to do anything more than shriek and wriggle, he sits down hard on the edge of the bed and drags me over his lap.

“You want to act like a brat, Mia?” he demands, his voice harsh, as he pulls up my sensible work skirt and hooks his fingers around the waistband of my knickers. “Well then, I’m going to treat you like a brat.”

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Claimed by the Captain by Gracie Malling

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Today, I am so pleased to be joined by the fantastic, Gracie Malling, and her latest hot historical release, Claimed by the Captain!

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In this sizzling spanking romance,  Captain Thomas Edwards returns home after twenty years at sea to take ownership of the White Hart Inn following the death of his father. He hasn’t even reached the edge of the village before he comes across a miscreant stealing apples from a local farmer’s orchard. Upon discovering that the thief is a young woman named Ellen who has been employed in his father’s inn for years, he considers it his responsibility to bare her bottom and spank her soundly.

In addition to working as a servant at the White Hart, Ellen has become known for her skill as an herbalist, and the last thing she needs is a stern sea captain getting in the way of her curing the ailments of her fellow villagers with a potion or tonic when the need arises. But despite her shock at being punished in such a shameful manner for nothing more than stealing a few apples, to Ellen’s surprise the painful chastisement leaves her aching for Thomas to take her in his arms and make her his.

Despite his willingness to spank her bare bottom whenever he feels it necessary, Ellen finds herself falling deeper in love with Thomas with every passing day. But when plague strikes the village and a witch finder is summoned, Thomas forbids Ellen from using her herbs to aid her friends and neighbors. As the situation grows more desperate, will she disobey him and put her skills to use even if it means risking her life, and can he keep her safe if she does?

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The master released Ellen from the ministrations of his hands and took a step backward. She felt strangely bereft now that he was no longer holding her in place. When she looked up, it was to see the master considering her with an unusual intensity.

“Ellen, I understand your feelings but you ought not to have attacked him. He may have deserved it—indeed, by all accounts he deserves far worse—but it was not a wise course of action for you to take.” There was no gentle murmuring now; his voice was formal, stern even.

“What would you have me do instead?” said Ellen, fighting to keep her voice level as she reeled from this change in tone.

“Retreat. Protect yourself. I was coming to help you.”

“And how was I to know that?” she shot back, climbing down from the table top and making to leave the kitchen.

“Mind your tongue, Ellen!”

She turned back and gave him a look of pure outrage. To think how safe and protected she had felt only moments before as he held her and stroked her face. To think that she had told him everything and now… now he was treating her like none of it mattered.

“Never mind your angry looks,” he scolded. “You attacked him and opened yourself up to a counterattack. Had you been wise, you would not have ended up hurt in this way.”

“Damn you, Captain Edwards! I am not one of your sailors!”

Ellen turned around in a fury and made for the door.

She had just reached for the handle when the master’s hand closed around her upper arm.

There was a dizzying lurch… and then she found herself upended over his raised thigh.

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Cassie’s Life by PK Corey

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It’s Tuesday, and I am thrilled to welcome PK Corey’s new release, Cassie’s Life, to my blog!

Ask Cassie about her life on the river and she’ll tell you it’s lovely and peaceful. But while Cassie loves the life she lives, peaceful is not always an accurate description. Whether she’s confronting an armed man who’s in a drunken rage, planning a friend’s wedding or dealing with a ghost in a backwoods lodge, Cassie is going to deal with it the best way she knows how. And peaceful doesn’t always work. 

When a mysterious phone call comes for Cassandra Wentworth – Cassie’s past is suddenly back to haunt her in a devastating way. Tom has always said nothing from before the time they met counts, but he didn’t know about this.  Sue, Annie, Allie and Jenny are all willing to help, but will it be enough?

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Jenny’s face registered total shock. She put her hands to her cheeks as they reddened. “Are you saying…” she began, but couldn’t make herself go on.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed around us Jenny,” Allie explained. “We all get spanked. And Cassie has long suspected that Cal knew and completely approved.”
Jenny looked as embarrassed as a person can. She drew her knees up in the chair and covered her eyes with her hands.
Sue laughed at her. “You think if you can’t see us it will all go away?”
Jenny, her knees nearly hiding her face finally peeked at us. “Are you serious or are you making fun of me?” she asked in a quavering voice.
Poor Jenny did look as if she wanted desperately to disappear. “Honey, Tom’s spanked me since before we were married. Much more recently these ladies’ husbands have also taken up the paddle, or hair brush or whatever. It’s so darn normal around here you might as well be talking about shopping.
Jenny began to come out of her fetal position, but still stared at us incredulously. “But, but…” she began. “All of you?”
“Well not Annie too much because everyone thinks she’s so well behaved,” Sue began.
“I am!” Annie insisted.
“Whatever,” Sue said with a shrug.
“We’ve taken a break and we’re just now getting back into it – just for fun so far. Ryan… well he was really, really mad about something not long ago and he took it too far. It scared and upset both of us, but him more than it did me I think. I only like fun spankings anyway and I’m not planning to give him any reason for a serious one. But I’m glad we’re back doing it,” Allie acknowledged.
“Okay, I get that,” Jenny said looking at Allie. “But I just can’t picture, I can’t believe about the rest of you.”
“Think we’re too old to be spanked?” Sue snapped.
“I suppose you think we’re too old for sex too. Well you’re wrong,” I told her firmly. “I’ll let you in on a little secret about getting old, when you’re ninety you’ll be basically the same person you are now. You’ll look different and your joints won’t bend as well, but it will still be you inside there.
“Now about you and Cal – I always suspected he was encouraging Tom to spank me when I’d do something Cal didn’t approve of. So, I assumed he was a spanker and Lord knows he and Tom talk a lot. I hope he’s not too hard on you and I pray he doesn’t have a hairbrush.”
“He has a paddle,” Jenny said quietly, blushing again. “I don’t like it.”
“Wood or leather?” Allie asked.
“Wood,” she told her.
“Oh, that sucks. Leather is way better, trust me. Maybe you’d like a nice leather paddle for a wedding gift?”

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