A Strict Gentleman

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I’m back in the less-than-sunny UK, and it’s time for another fabulous visit from the Never Ending blog tour. Today, Jaye Peaches joins us, with her latest hot Victorian spanking romance, A Strict Gentleman.

In the book, twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era.

Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking.

The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever?

Publisher’s Note: A Strict Gentleman includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Assume the position and brace yourself… Here comes the sizzling (18+) teaser!

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Reaching round, he hitched up her skirts, fighting the petticoats until he had hold of her drawers. With a yank, he brought them down past her arse. Spreading his fingers, he clutched at a cheek, and squeezed the warm lobe until it felt like it might melt in his palm.

She gasped, teetering on her tiptoes as he kneaded her naked buttock. The swell of desire extended to the end of his cock, filling it with hot blood and pushing it up. She rocked her hipbone against it, and it was his turn to gasp.

“Why, you vixen,” he charged her.

She giggled.

He still held the duster. “You shall be punished. I’m going to whip you with this,” he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.

“No!” she squawked. “I’ve not done a thing wrong. It will hurt,” she added indignantly.

“Ha, I decide, do I not? And it won’t hurt, not in the way you think it will.” He pointed at the table. “Bend over and keep your skirts up.”

“Sir, this is most inappropriate. Someone might come—”

“Who? I keep this house quiet of servants for a reason. Now, bend!”

She fumbled with her petticoats and pouted. She frowned so sweetly, it hardened his cock to see her little displays of defiance knowing shortly she would be begging for relief and pleasure.

She folded over the end of the dining table with aplomb, dropping her drawers at the same time. As for the skirts, she hugged them under her hips, protecting her from the rigid edge of the oak.

He lifted the duster—a rod to which the feathers of a goose had been attached—and swept it across her bare arse. She squealed and her face screwed up tight.

“It hurts, it hurts,” she wailed.

However, rather than lift it off, he spread the feathers across her rump and dragged them down the back of her thighs, then reversing direction, up between her legs.

“Ooo!” She knocked her knees together and trapped the duster as it glided up her slit and furrow. The feathers became wet with her nectar.

“Again?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, please,” she quipped.

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Darien’s Desire

The Never Ending Blog tour.

This week, we’re joined by Daryl Devore. If you loved What Happens in Bangkok and want to know what happens next in Darien’s Desire, read on….

It’s complicated is not only her relationship status, but the definition of Erika Bailey’s life. She loves managing her drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand, but her rock star boyfriend resides in North Carolina. And to top it off, her father threatens she must stay away from Darien or lose the Pink Flamingo. Does she protect her club or her love?

Darien Scott, Grammy award winning international superstar, wants nothing more than to wake up in the arms of Erika, the woman he loves, but contractual obligations force him to exotic video shoots and an isolated movie set with one of Hollywood’s sexiest stars.

With the feeding frenzy of social media trending every aspect of Darien’s life—real or not—it’s hard for Erika to know the truth. Will she be able to see through the lies and trust Darien? Or will evidence from damaging Internet rumors condemn their relationship?

Read this little teaser from the book, and then grab yourself a copy!

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“My life was fine until he showed up.” Erika wiped the tears off her cheek, then tossed the tissue toward the trash can. It missed and hit the floor.

“Really? Was it?” Sandee pulled another tissue from the box and handed it to her.

Erika thought back to the days before Darien appeared at her club disguised as Apollo. She was lonely, jealous of everyone else who had a special someone in their life, and more than a bit horny. All of which she’d tried unsuccessfully to bury in her work.

She snatched the tissue from his hand. “I hate it when you ask all the right questions.” She blew her nose and threw the wad of tissue at the trash can. It bounced off the end and hit the floor.

Sandee snickered. “You weren’t on the basketball team, were you?”

Erika grinned and shook her head. “My, however did you guess?”

Sandee chuckled. “I was. Can’t think of a better place to be than a room full of boys in shorts and big bouncing balls.”

“Darien put you up to this?”

He shrugged. “Sorta. Both he and Brian asked me to have a little tête-à-tête with you. Brian’s worried about Darien’s drinking, and Darien’s confused and hurting.”

She played with her thumbnail. The truth was always hard to admit. “I might have overreacted a bit and vented it out toward Darien.”

Sandee settled back on Erika’s couch. “I love a good story. Start at the beginning. Oh, and include all the sexy parts. I love it when two straights do the nasty.”

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Taken by the Barbarian…

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A Virgin princess meets a fierce barbarian warlord

This week, the Never Ending Blog tour brings us the awesome, April Vine, and her steamy science fiction spanking romance, Taken by the Barbarian!

Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.

To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.

Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?

Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

If you love your romance crammed with hot sexy alpha males and spanking, read on for the steamy excerpt…

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If he thought she would obediently stay for her punishment, he didn’t know her at all and this time nothing he said would stop her from leaving. His commands to stay, to come back at once and she’d be sorry if she didn’t, trailed behind her. All she needed was her bed.

“Saraska.” The magnificent power and overwhelming dictatorial strength in his tone as he bellowed her name finally stopped her dead in the path.

He had never uttered her name before and saying it that way instilled a unique quality in her to obey him. She feared him because he was an unknown and yet in that same instance, some other force compelled her to submit to him, if only to see what her name falling from his lips did to his face if he said it gently and with kindness.

Slowly she turned around and found herself staring at his wide hard chest. How had he closed the distance between them so silently?

“You have not been eating.” He didn’t ask the question; he stated it as a fact.

She said nothing, crossing her arms over her chest again as a meager attempt to protect herself from him. He raised her chin with his finger and her spine threatened to fold with a thousand tingles.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he said. Why couldn’t she stop her eyelids from flickering open and staring into his dark green gaze, like an abyss of the forbidden?

“You can’t make me eat, Alien,” she said, defiance making her braver.

“I can make you do anything I want you to do, slave.”

She swallowed but maintained her brave face. So far he done exactly as he chose when it came to her, never asking her feeling or opinion. He dictated and expected his demands to be executed. Well, she was not one of his subjects. She would never be, no matter how much he tried to break her. She was an Actual born princess. And he was a barbaric Alien Warlord.

“Then I object,” she said. “Since you’ve so generously given me to Jacob, he should be the one to discipline me and not you. I am his slave after all.”

“You would rather let someone else touch you?” The ripple in his hard square and inexorable jaw frightened her as did the low threatening husk in his voice, but only for a moment.

“I would have anyone who is not you, touch me.” She jerked away from him but didn’t flee to safety even though her mind begged her to do so.

“Will you clean the sus-sty, water the crops, bake the bread, wash the clothes, and feed the galluses?”

“No,” she said and raised her head.

He gripped the back of the chair Gertrude sat in sometimes as she feed those feathered things that looked like birds of a very strange variety but couldn’t fly. They called them galluses. She knew all this because Gertrude would tell her things about her bizarre planet every night. She fell asleep for those short bouts of sleep to the sound of the kind lady’s voice.

He dropped his body into the seat, his long legs spread wide.

“On Sentara, disobedience will earn you a spanking. As a resident you are required to follow the rules. Now lift your nightdress and lie over my lap,” he instructed.

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Naked Rebel…

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This Tuesday, Anita Philmar joins us with her new off-world romance, Naked Rebel! Check out the synopsis of this tantalising new adventure…

A spy that prefers to work alone, Nick Royster’s assignment is turned upside down when his superiors sends him a personal companion. Not appreciating the need to watch someone else’s back, he attends a dinner of Salsar’s inner group. Only to learn, he has to sacrifice Rane to get the information he needs to end the war.

 Rane knows the important of winning. Her family slaughtered by Salsar, this is her homeland and she plans to do whatever it takes to win her peoples’ freedom.

With everything on the line, can these two have any future together or does love and war equal heartache? 

Ready for a red-hot excerpt? Brace yourselves, because this is sizzling (18+ only!)

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“Nick, as your companion, I want to please you.” She spread the moist sexual lips and dipped one finger inside her luscious heat.

He lifted his gaze to her face. Did she know what she was doing to him? Did the organization train her in the art of seduction the same way they trained him to kill? And what other skills did she have?

He searched for something to say to ease the tension between them. “Rane, why don’t you take off your breast wrap?”

She grinned and lifted her hands to do his bidding. The flimsy lace separated easily with a light tug. Rosy pink nipples burst from the confines and peaked into tight little berries.

He groaned at the sight of her reclining back on his pillow.

In one swift move, she sat upright and shifted to the side of the bed. “Would you like me to undress you?”

The idea of her hands caressing his body had his head nodding in agreement. “Why don’t you start with my boots, then you can move up from there?”

She dropped to her knees in front of him, but he shifted around so that he sat on the bed with her between his legs. Her hands quickly unbuckled his boots, and he slid his feet free. Her impatient hands allowed him only a moment before they slid over his knees to ride along the inside of his thighs. The tips of her fingers toyed with the clip of his pants.

Rock hard, he waited for her to release the levers and set his cock free.

The crotch of his pants parted. One of her small hands slid under the band of his shorts, and she tugged the material down. His hard cock sprang into her hand.

A grin formed on her face.

He shifted his hips and stood. “Why don’t you let me get rid of these pants? Then we’ll…”

A firm grip circled his sex, and her moist tongue traced crimson lips. “I can’t wait to taste you.” She leaned forward and shoved his shirt out of the way before licking his engorged rod.

Once, twice, then her hot breath caressed him.

Fire sped through his blood. Two years without sex, and he wanted to explode after a little fondling. He yanked off his shirt and grabbed her head. Instead of stopping her movement, he found his fingers sinking into the softness of her reddish-golden hair.

A wicked tongue fluttered against the tip. Her mouth then covered his penis in one long stroke.

He groaned as her lips caressed his length.  The ache in his groin demanded release. He gritted his teeth and curled his fingers into her soft locks.

Her mouth slid off his cock, and her eyes lifted to his. “Do you want me to give you some relief or do you want to hold off until you’re deep inside my pussy?”

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Dayum, that is hawt!

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Logan, Murder on Magnolia Island.

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She’s the girl next door he’s always protected.  He’s the man she’s always wanted.  Will the threat of a killer finally get them on the same page?

This Tuesday, I am pleased to bring you BJ Wane’s fabulous new release, Logan, Murder on Magnolia Island.  In this hot spanking romance, Logan Lemaster drew Melanie Barnes under his protective wing the moment he rescued her from a fall off her bike. She had been six and he thirteen and his over protectiveness didn’t abate over the next twenty years. When a good friend ends up murdered on the family’s private island following one of his and his cousins BDSM weekend parties, Melanie insists on being there to comfort Logan. Only, he hadn’t counted on the grown woman’s tenacious determination to worm her way past his defenses and into his bed. Having spent the past eight years, since Melanie reached adulthood and made her interest in expanding on their friendship known, he’d refused to jeopardize their special bond by introducing her to his kinky preferences. But he was only human, and when her grief over an assault on a co-worker sends him to comfort her, his good intentions fall to the wayside under her responsive body. As he and his cousins plan to hold another BDSM party to feel out their friends for hints about which one had betrayed them in the worst way, he tutors Melanie in his sexual preferences so she can join him. But as they grow closer, so does the killer, and when her life is threatened, Logan knew he would stop at nothing to protect her and make her his in every way.

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.

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Melanie’s startled squeak reverberated around the yard when Logan snatched her arm, sat on the lounge and hauled her over his lap.  Before she had even grasped the fact he was actually going to spank her, he had her short skirt flipped up and the matching tights yanked down, baring her butt to his gaze and the warm afternoon sun.  Humiliation heated her face and tightened every muscle.  She’d come over to be supportive and this was how he treated her?  Then the first sharp slap resonated throughout her body, the slight sting more surprising than painful. Instant, searing arousal dampened her sheath, the warm waft of air sliding across her buttocks adding even more heat to the burn between her legs that was at odds with her mortification.  How could she be embarrassed and excited at the same time?

She didn’t have time to ponder her contradictory emotions further as he landed a stinging slap on her right cheek that sent her legs kicking up and her head swiveling around.  “Ow!” she exclaimed in automatic response to the much sharper pain.

“Be quiet, unless you want the neighbours to hear you.  You’ve been asking for this for a long time.  Deal with it.”

Logan pinned Melanie’s shoulders with his free hand and proceeded to pepper her buttocks with a quick volley of smacks, keeping them light, just hard enough to sting a little.  She gritted her teeth, needing to prove to him she could take whatever he dished out, could be whatever he needed her to be in order to get and keep his attention.  Her lip throbbed from biting it against the barrage of smacks he covered her entire backside with, some hard enough to urge the clenching of her buttocks in response, others just light taps that sent a zing of pleasure arrowing down between her legs.  The discomfort and embarrassment were more than she had expected when watching him all those years ago, but the budding arousal blossoming with each swat was everything Melanie knew she would feel from having his hands on her.  The combination of contrary sensations seemed to work together in building her response to a feverish pitch.

The unexpected smack aimed at the sensitive skin of the under curve of her buttock jolted her into pleading for something she couldn’t put a name to that lay just beyond her grasp.  “Logan, please.”  Shifting her hips against his rock-hard thighs elicited a gush of moisture from her core and an instant wave of tingling pleasure at odds with the pulsing heat encompassing her butt.

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Her Barbarian Master!

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This Sunday, I bring you Maggie Carpenter’s hot historical erotic romance, Her Barbarian Master!

Serenity has just crossed a line. In an attempt to defend her best friend, the free-spirited, flaxen-haired young woman has challenged the leader of the Bathus, a clan of barbarians that live in a castle ruin above her tiny village.

The leader’s son, Killian, decides to chastise her with a sound spanking, and throwing her over his shoulder he carries her away to be punished. Serenity, however, is made of tough stuff. Even with a stinging backside she is unafraid, and yelling her fury she storms off, leaving him stunned and in disbelief.

But when the anger fades, she can’t stop thinking about him.

A short time later a rival clan attacks and they are thrown together. Their smouldering chemistry flames, but in the heat of their blazing passion they uncover a diabolical plot that threatens their lives, and the future of the entire clan.

“Storytelling at its best!” The love story is amazing, dangerous, and full of ups and downs. The humour is laugh out loud funny.  A sizzling romance full of danger, sprinkled with humour, and an action-packed plot that will keep you guessing.

Check out this scintillating spanking excerpt:

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He stopped, and craning her neck she was able to see him pushing open a tall dark wooden door. He didn’t have to bend down to pass through it, and the room they entered was far grander than any she’d ever imagined. The furniture was made from rough wood, but the room was expansive and boasted a huge bed covered in fur, a wide table with several seats, and a fireplace with furry pelts covering the floor directly in front of it. She was expecting him to sit down and bend her over his lap, and she nervously waited, but he continued to move around the room carrying her over his shoulder, apparently searching for something.

“Can you please put me down?”

She had used her soft, pleading voice, the one that had worked surprisingly well with Bastian, and was always effective with her parents.

“I have yet to punish you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Hush, you will, ah, there it is.”

He leaned slightly forward, and though her vantage point didn’t allow her to see what he was picking up, a moment later a hard piece of wood was laying against the full width of her bottom.

“What you feel is my punishment paddle. It is what I use to discipline my women, and now it will discipline you. I would advise you not to put your hands behind you. Usually I tie the wrists before putting a woman over my shoulder, but perhaps it is good you’re not bound. You will learn to obey.”

“Obey?”

“If you do not do as I tell you, and try to use your hands to cover your backside, the paddle will hit your knuckles. Nothing stops me from swatting once I begin.”

“But, uh, how long will you—?”

“Three turns, beginning now.”

Serenity had no idea what he’d meant by three turns, and she didn’t have time to ask. The paddle abruptly landed with its hot sting, and letting out a loud yelp, it took all her fortitude not to throw her arms behind her and grab her seat. As he stepped forward he spanked her again, and she urgently clutched his shirt. The paddle struck once more, and this time she squirmed in his hold.

“OWWW, please, stop, it hurts.”

He didn’t respond, but continued his slow walk, swinging the paddle with each stride. The rhythm was steady, and though the predictability helped, it did nothing to mitigate the searing heat permeating her backside. Squeezing her eyes shut, she cried loudly with every swat, until at last he stopped.

“That was one turn,” he declared. “You’ll have a moment then I shall resume.”

Opening her eyes, she looked around and discovered he’d stopped where he’d started; a turn was a circle of his room.

“Two more? No, please, no. I can’t bear it.”

“You must. You have no choice, but the second turn I will be using my hand.”

He moved the few steps to the table and set down the paddle, and though she felt a shred of relief, it was short-lived. To her horror he began sliding up her dress.

“NO! Do not bare me, please, no, sir, no.”

“Sir? The wench is learning, but when I punish, you must call me Master.”

“Master, please don’t expose me.”

“Had you not been so rude and difficult, I wouldn’t. You deserve it.”

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Logan: Cowboy Bodyguard

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Shes been aching for a dominant, and now one is standing right in front of her in the form of a handsome cowboy. Dare she take the plunge?

This week the Never Ending Blog tour is excited to bring you Maggie Carpenter’s new release,  Logan: Cowboy Bodyguard.

Brandy Coleman’s face is flaming red. As the owner of a barn for retired horses she’s had her share of mishaps, but nothing can compare to this deeply embarrassing moment. She is looking up at a stranger who has the dreamiest hazel eyes she’s ever seen, and a six pack beneath his open shirt that is making her knees weak. The problem? Her hose burst and squirted water everywhere, leaving her hair a tangled mess and her clothes absolutely drenched.

Logan Scott has arrived at Rainbow’s End Ranch to apply for a job as a ranch hand. He is led into the barn by an exuberant Golden Retriever where he is met by a stunning sight. A gorgeous girl, dripping wet, is bent over wrapping a towel around her head. As she straightens up he can’t help but notice her thin pink T-shirt is clinging to her luscious curves.

The sparks fly, Brandy hires him, but as the days pass a threat looms over the ranch…and Brandy herself.

A known thug wants her property and won’t take no for an answer. Logan declares he’s changing his job description from ranch hand to bodyguard, and to keep her safe, Brandy will have to do as he says. Will she…?

LOGAN:Cowboy Bodyguard is a steamy love story laced with danger and suspense. Like all Maggie Carpenter books it is a riveting page-turner with unexpected twists. Pick up your copy today, and escape to the romance at Rainbow’s End Ranch.

Here’s a hot spanking taster from the book… (18+ content!)

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Feeling a hot rush ripple through her body, she rose to her feet and headed across to the stove. In a large copper pot she had a variety of utensils, and selecting three wooden spoons she quickly returned, placed them in front of him, then pulled down her jeans and underwear.

“This is the weakest,” he said picking up one that was relatively thin. “This is better,” he continued, slapping the second into the palm of his hand, “and this here would be the most painful,” he finished, selecting the last which was larger and heavier. “Got it?”

“Yes, Sir,” she nodded, gazing down at them and wondering where Logan was going with the conversation.

“You’re gonna get six swats on each cheek, one side for gallopin’ off, and the other for carryin’ on at Lyle. You decide which spoon you deserve.”

“Me?” she asked, her eyes wide. “What if I guess wrong?”

“This isn’t a test. You can’t guess wrong. Tell me which spoon you think you deserve.”

“Uh, well not the first, but the third would be too much. I know I have to learn to control my temper and not jump the gun, but it takes time to change, and it wasn’t purposely defiant. I didn’t sit there and say to myself, I know this is wrong but I’m going to do it anyway, so, uh, the middle one, that would be right.”

“I agree,” he said picking it up and rising to his feet. “Elbows on the table and arch your back. There are only two rules. Don’t put your hands behind you and don’t kick out. If you do either of those things I’ll start over. Any questions?”

“No, Sir,” she replied, her butterflies turning into a thousand tiny gymnasts as she assumed the position.

“This is for takin’ off down that hill without so much as a word to me. You didn’t ask what I thought, or even if I wanted to go with you. I’m your bodyguard. Get that through your head!”

“Yes, Sir, and I’m sorry. I’ll try to think twice next time.”

“If there is a next time, and you bolt like that again, it’ll be twelve hard swats with the heavy spoon,” he scolded. “Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Brandy stared out the window and clenched her teeth as she waited for the first smack. He was smoothing the back of the spoon across her skin, and when he tapped it lightly she assumed it meant he was about to start. She was right. The first swat landed with a keen sting, and squeezing her eyes shut she swallowed back her yelp. The second landed in a different spot but hurt just as bad and was followed quickly by the third.

“OWW! Sir, OWW, that hurts,” she exclaimed squirming her hips. “Ouch, ouch, ouch.”

“You do understand it’s supposed to hurt,” he declared pausing for a moment. “That’s why it’s called correction, or punishment if you prefer that word.”

“Yes, Sir. I do know it’s supposed to hurt, but damn.”

“Are you learning?”

“Most definitely, Sir.”

“Are you ready for the next three?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He had purposely delivered the swats with force. This was her first punishment spanking, and if they were going to move forward, and she really did want discipline and direction from him, she needed to understand that’s exactly what she would get. He landed the next three rapidly and just as hard, the last landing on her sit spot.

“OW, shit, shit shit!”

“I did say you’d be drivin’ to Brownsville on a hot seat, and I meant it, Brandy.”

 

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