Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Stop it, or I'll use your mouth!



#Wiptitup special Halloween edition.

Hello Everyone ☺ I hope you are all having a wonderful Hallows Eve.
As most of you know, in celebration of Halloween and all things spooky and strangely erotic, I've been sharing a short Halloween story this month. Is it spooky- yes. Is it interesting- yes. Will it scare you- Hm, maybe ;) Will it excite you- Oh yes! Is it kinky- very much!  Does it have a happy conclusion- yes. well, sort of. 
Part one- spooky/interesting
Part two- scary and exciting
Part three- KINKY!

And now, Part four- The happy conclusion. Well, sorta' 
 At 10 ‘o'clock the next morning, Mary awoke to find herself wrapped around Gats warm body. She kissed the back of his head, thankful that he was here, warm, breathing and alive. She shuddered at the thought of what had happened last night. The demon had told her to tell no one, but she knew she’d never be able to hide something like this from Gats.

The problem was, how far fetched it was going to sound when she told him what really happened. Would he believe her? That a Blood demon had killed them and she had to do what she did in order to save them all? Would she believe him if he was in her place? Especially if she couldn’t even remember going camping or seeing that wretched book.  If she was lucky, maybe her birth control worked better magic than the demon and she wasn’t really pregnant after all. And if she wasn’t pregnant, there would be no need to explain things. She decided it was best not to say anything until she had to at some point.
 

Gats started to stir, rolling onto his back, yawning as he opened his eyes. “Morning, babe,” he said groggily, turning to put an arm around his girlfriend.
 

“Hey, sugar,” she said, giving him a quick peck on the lips. Before she could completely pull away, he put his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her back in for more. “I’ve got something for you, sweetcakes,” he murmured against her lips, while pulling her on top of him. 
 

“Gats… we can’t.” She pulled away from his lips and looked down into his brilliant green eyes. She loved how they looked in the morning light.
 

“Why not?” he asked, his hands sliding down her back, over the swell of her cheeks causing her to yelp when he squeezed them.
 

“Because I’m really sore from last night.” She saw the puzzled look in his eyes, she knew he was trying to remember.
 

“What did we do? For the life of me,” he rubbed his forehead, “I can’t remember.”
 

“I think that happened the last time we all played that drinking game too.” She slid herself from him and lay next to him, propping herself up on an elbow. “You woke up pretty sick too, I’m surprised you don’t have one hell of a hangover.” 

“What did we do… I mean, sexually?” he asked, reaching over to caress her breasts through her nighty.
 

“More like what didn’t we do. You were quite the hot and ravaging animal last night Gats. My bums gonna’ remember your cock well for the next day or so.”
 

“Oh, sweetie. I didn’t get carried away did I? I mean I didn’t...”
 

“No, Snookums.” She traced the edge of his jaw, enjoying the feel of light stubble. “It’s the good kind of sore,” she said softly, running a finger down his nearly hairless chest. “The kind that’s going to constantly remind me of your hands in my hair, pulling back hard while you pounded me with your thick… stiff,” she let her fingers trail lower, just past his belly button before she finished her sentence, “cock!”
 

“Mary, you better stop it, or I’ll use your mouth. It doesn’t seem to be too sore to tease me with.”
 

“I’ll stop. I need a shower anyway.” She turned away from him and started to get out of bed.
 

“Did I say you could leave yet?” His voice was stern and low, it made Mary stop with one foot on the floor. A few months ago, they had decided to incorporate some BDSM elements into their relationship. Mainly dominance and submission. At first it had been a little awkward for both of them, but lately they had hit a point where things seemed to be going in the direction they had first talked about when they decided to do it. She knew when he dropped his voice and used that tone that she better stop and give him her undivided attention.
 

“No, Sir,” she said, turning back to face him, with one knee on the bed and one foot on the floor.
 

“Do you think you can tease me, and then just run off to the shower?”
 

Mary watched him pull his cock free of his boxers and start stroking it slowly from root to tip. She knew what was going to happen and smiled inwardly. At least he would forget about asking any more questions.
 

“Answer me, Mary, and look at me, not my cock.”
 

“No, Sir.” She casually averted her eyes to his.
 

“What made you tease me?” He reached out, gesturing her back on the bed with him.
 

“I don’t know,” she whispered as he guided her to sit next to him.
 

“Did thinking about and telling me what we did last night turn you on a little, honey?” he reached up, moving her hair away from her face.
 

“Yes,” she said softly and nodded.
 

“Yes, what?”
 

“Yes, Sir,” she corrected.
 

“I’m happy that you enjoyed it that much, but that is no reason to entice me when you can’t finish what you started is it?” His thumb was stroking her lower lip while he spoke.
 

“No, Sir,” she whispered as he slipped his thumb into her mouth. A low moan passed from his lips when she swirled her tongue seductively over the tip of his thumb.
 

“On your knees, I want your ass facing me and your mouth on my cock.” He helped position her so that he could have one hand playing with her pussy through her panties and the other in her hair controlling her head. Mary whimpered when he made her spread her legs wider, and pulled her panties up snugly so that the fabric pressed tightly against every piece of flesh they covered.  He sucked in a sharp breath and stiffened momentarily when she put her mouth on the head of his cock, swirling her tongue over the tip. “Fuck, I love that first moment when your tongue touches my cock.” He reached over with his other hand, and sunk his fingers into her thick spiraled hair, moving back the curtain that blocked the beautiful sight of her plump lips sucking his cock.
 

She moaned when his finger rubbed her clit through her panties. She was swollen and sore, but her clit throbbed in response to his touch nonetheless. She curiously wondered what it would feel like if he fucked her sore aching pussy. She could seriously use this to her advantage if he did.
 

“There’s a wet spot forming on your panties,” he said hoarsely.
 

She drove her mouth further down his shaft and moaned deeply while pushing back against his strumming fingers.
 

“You liked my big cock in your ass last night didn’t you?” He fisted his hand in the hair at the nape of her neck, tightening his grip until she squealed.
 

“Gats.” Mary tried to say, with her mouth full and his hand controlling the movements of her head. When he didn’t seem to hear her, she garbled his name louder working against the push of his hand.
 

“What, baby?” He let go of her hair.
 

“Gats,” she gasped, lifting her head. “Fuck me. My pussy is so hot and achy for you right now a panty rub isn’t going to be enough.” She watched his pupils dilate.
 

“You’re sure?” he asked, reaching to the nightstand.
 

“Yes,” she panted, pushing her ass back towards him, while subtly wiggling her hips. “Now, Gats. Bareback, I want to feel your silky skin.”
 

“Mary. You know—“
 

“Gats…please,” she begged lowering her chest to the bed. She slid her panties over her ass, pulling them down to her thighs. “The rubber will irritate me in this condition. Gats I need to come… please fuck my pussy.”

“You’re a very naughty girl,” he growled, taking a hold of her hips roughly.
 

“Yes,” she whimpered, pressing her hips into his hands.
 

“Oh. Fuck,” he said, rubbing the head of his cock against her swollen pussy. “I really used your ass good,” he whispered, sinking into her.
 

“Oh, Gats… yes,” she pushed back wanting more of him inside her.
 

“You liked it rough last night, didn’t you?”
 

She clenched his cock tightly. “Yesss,” she hissed, rocking back against him. “Fuck me hard, Gats.” She felt his hand in the small of her back, pushing. 

“Down!” 

The way he said that one word had her hips flat in a second. His hands crept up her arms and wrapped around her wrists, as he settled his cock against her wet nest. “You need it hard?” he asked, driving his cock into her pussy hard and deep.
 

She yelped from the delicious little bit of pain as he filled her. “Yes, Sir… please,” her words came out low and husky. She needed him to use her, roughly… to hold her down, just like he was… keeping full control of her body.
 

“I’m gonna’ make you scream, little girl.” He tightened his grip on her wrists and used his knees to spread her thighs wide apart and gave her what she needed. Hard, determined deep thrusts.
She arched her back, causing her ass to rise slightly to meet his thrusts. His big cock felt so good when he fucked her like this. She felt his hand let go of her wrist and move to her throat, gripping firm, but not tight enough to choke her. 


“Fuck yes!” She rasped, as she soared toward orgasm. Gats started grunting with each thrust, pulling her body back against his making sure he bottomed out each time. “That’s a good girl, come for me, sweetheart.” His words were staggered between thrusts. Mary could feel he was close too. She loved feeling his cock swell just a little more right before his release. 

“GATS” she cried out as her pussy convulsed wildly around his cock. She clenched the sheets in her fists, moaning and gasping as the bliss of her orgasmic waves rolled through her spasmodic body.
 

“FUCK!” Gats spat out, pumping her hard one last time, pressing his full weight into her while he spilled hard into her tight, swollen cunt. He moved his hand from her throat into the back of her hair, squeezing it tight as a low groan erupted next to her ear.
She let out a squeal from his tight grip, panting from her orgasm as the last strong spurts of his come shot deep into her core. They both let out a long satisfied groan when he collapsed on top of her. 


“Was I that rough on your ass last night?” he breathed. 

“Uh huh!” was all she could manage.
 

“And you enjoyed it?” 

“A lot!” she mumbled.
 

“I like coming inside of you without a rubber. When your ass feels better, your in trouble little girl,” he growled playfully and then rolled from her. Laying back against the pillows. Mary laid just as she was, she was too spent to even move. “You okay, honey?” he asked, caressing her back.
 

“Mmm,” she moaned. “I like when you take control like that. I like feeling you come inside me without the condom too,” she gave him a wide smile.
 

“Don’t make any plans for next weekend, sugar. I’m going to have your ass tied to the bed for most of it.” He leaned down, kissing the top of her head and then got out of bed. “Join me in the shower, when you’re ready,” he called on his way to the bathroom.
 

Mary let out a contented sigh. She didn’t have to worry about explaining later if her belly started to grow. Gats would think it was his.

Oh my, what a sly little devil she is. I would like to thank all of you for your wonderful comments on this story so far. It seems that many of you have enjoyed it as much as I've enjoyed writing it for you. Please join me next week when we return to find out what's going on with Corbet and Em. 
Until then please take a moment to view some of the other amazingly talented  #Wipitup participants this week.









Sunday, October 26, 2014

It's torture time... oh yeah!


Hello Folks! I'm here today with Tara Finnegan and her hot new addition to the Corbin's Bend series. 
Before we get into the looks and hooks of this wildly tantalizing story I thought you might enjoy my 'Tara interrogation'.

Melody- Did you have a favorite book while growing up, if so what is it and why? 

Tara- Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. I was given a beautifully bound copy of it for my thirteenth birthday and I loved everything about it, from the smell of the leather, the fantastic illustrations and of course the fabulous love story. I thought Elizabeth was a wonderful character, so human! Women were so restricted in those days, and yet she seemed to find a way to enrich her restricted life with wit and spirit, while doing so within the constraints of the societal norms. I loved her.

Melody- Pride and Prejudice, a timeless classic and endearing story. Who could not love Elizabeth?
Where is your favorite place to write?

Tara- My kitchen table, which is generally a mess of paper when I write. I like the space, and the sense of not being trapped. I do have a home office, but I do my day job from there so I like the change.

Melody— My kitchen table is barely visible most of the time. Once upon a time it was used to eat at, but then those 3 cute kids who used to hang out at our house grew up and moved out.

What is the best piece of advice anyone has ever given you about being a writer?
 

Tara- That’s a really good question. I have had some wonderful advice from lots of different people, but I think the advice I try to use most is CUT! CUT! CUT! as I can be very verbose and say the same thing over and over.

Melody- I know exactly what you mean about being verbose. I have the same tendency. I put post-it notes all over my desk that say "Less is More".
Do you use an outline or are you a panster?

Tara- I tend to start with an outline, - not chapter by chapter, but what things I want to happen. Then after about chapter two or three, if the characters decide to come to life, more often than not, I usually find I come to the same end point via a very meandering diversion.

Melody-  I love it when the characters start coming to life and take over the story.  It's always fun to see where they take me and what I'll learn about them.
Do you do anything special for yourself after you finish a book?

Tara- Not really, but I do like to spend a bit of extra time with the family for a few days because usually those last days of finalizing it can be a bit mental.

Melody- A bit mental? I think that's putting it mildly. I'm still missing chunks of hair from my last release LOL. 
Hey Melody... I wanna' ask Tara a question. Please, oh please, oh pretty, pretty please? 
Is it the sock question again Annoying yellow inner-voice? 
No, no... you'll like this one, Mel, I swear! 
Fine! ask away. 
When having lunch  at Olive Garden with Melody you can expect her to…
A-    Strike up a long winded and meaningless conversation with the server
B-    Constantly keep telling you she thinks her shoe is untied even though she’s wearing sandals
C-    Keep asking for more soup, salad and bread-sticks.


Tara-  I can’t help feel but the correct answer is probably all three, but I will go for A!

Melody- Thanks, Tara. The answer is actually all three.
This is your second book with the Corbin’s Bend series, what has it been like writing a series with other authors?

Tara- I loved it. I love the sense of community. There was an incredible buzz with it, especially as it started to take off in the early days. I also love having other peoples characters to call on, and trying to weave some of them into my story. One of the things I found amazing about Corbin’s Bend was that for some reason, I guess by virtue of the fact that it was already defined as a spanking community, there was a lot of freedom to tackle issues that you wouldn’t normally associate with spanking romance.

Melody- I remember the early buzz about Corbin's Bend. I was so intrigued because I noticed a few different authors talking... well, more like teasing about this hot new spanking community. The idea for Corbin's Bend is as brilliant as it's many authors. I seriously see this becoming a TV series someday. 
Do you have a teasing excerpt for us from the newest Corbin's Bend- 'His Forever Summer' ?

Tara- Thanks, Melody. I do indeed have an excerpt to share.

“Bedroom, now. And that’s an order.” He could get to like this being in charge caper, he thought as Carla scuttled off.

Carla was stripping her clothes as fast as she could. He stood appreciating the sight. He liked that her bottom was still a nice rich pink, although much faded already. He idly mused on the lack of guilt he had about it now, compared to that first time.

“It’s torture time, babe. Lie on your back, spread-eagled,” he warned, giving her an evil smile. He fished in her underwear drawer to find some pantyhose or something stretchy to tie her with. He had an idea they might stretch to the four corners of the bed.
“Bingo, it works, although your pantyhose will never be useable again. It was time you switched to stockings and a garter belt anyway. They’re much sexier.”

“You never cease to amaze me, Kieran O’Brien. And here I was thinking you were such a prude for so long.”

“Ah, just because I hadn’t discovered the joys of spanking, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like a bit of hot, naughty sex. Let me see, a blindfold I think. Remember, call Methon if I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“I’m good so far. There are scarves in the third or fourth drawer.”

“I need to go to the kitchen for a moment, do you want me to untie you, or are you okay?”

“It’s fine. I could get out of these if I had to. It’s hot to think of you leaving me lying here like this. Blindfold me before you go.”

He found couple of scarves, folded one over and tied it around her head. Another silk scarf he set aside for other uses. Her breathing was labored. Arousal was shimmering off her like a halo. Her face and neck were flushed. She looked so hot. And he had just the thing to cool her down. He ran to the kitchen, got ice from the freezer and clothes pegs from the laundry hamper. The fun was about to begin. When he returned, he started out by doing a survey of her body.

“Someone’s a dirty slut. I see a pink face, hard nipples and a very wet pussy. You’re enjoying this too much. I had better cool you down.” He had the pleasure of seeing Carla fight her restraints and buck her hips. He put an ice cube in his mouth and then put his mouth around one erect nipple. Already peaked and sensitive, the ice made it much harder. She really had the most beautiful tits – all nipple. So much fun to play with. He moved to the other bud. When they were both hard and attentive, he crunched and swallowed the ice. Then he took the silk scarf and trailed it along her breasts. The soft, warm fibre gently teasing, urged a whimper from her mouth. Next, he took a clothespeg, rolled one nipple between his finger and thumb and attached the peg.

“Ouch,” Carla protested.

Melody-  Oh, Tara! A woman after my own heart. I love bondage scenes. I like how he ties her up, blindfolds and leaves her for a bit, only to come back and find her soaked with arousal. Funny what anticipation can do for us girls. The ice is an awesome touch in preparation for the clothespegs, although, I feel sorry for her when they come off.

Blurb:  Carla Methon has tread on a lot of toes, men’s and women’s alike. But no one could be more dissatisfied with Carla than the lady herself. With a compunction to throw herself at every man within a three mile radius and a serious case of foot in mouth disease, Carla knows she is in desperate need of being taken in hand before she does any more damage to her reputation.

Kieran O’Brien needs to escape a broken relationship and he invites himself to spend a summer with his brother in Corbin’s Bend. But Kieran is a totally unsuspecting vanilla with no idea of the ethos of the community he is about to enter.

The pair strike up an unlikely friendship of vanilla and spice, with one stipulation – it is only a summer fling. By the time Kieran boards his flight to return to Ireland he wishes his summer could last forever. Can he find the courage, not only to admit the extent of his feelings, but to take on the role Carla so desperately needs him to be?

Find this book on  Amazon   Blushing book  Barns and Noble 


Melody- Foot in mouth disease... Ha-ha-ha! that's funny. I love it. 
So, what’s in the works for future books?

Tara- I actually can’t answer that, not because it’s a big secret or anything, but because this time of year, my day job takes up all my energy and I haven’t really started to think about the next project yet. I will start to think about that sometime mid to late November.

Melody—Where else can your fans find you online?

Facebook Amazon Twitter Tara's website

Tara- Thanks for having me on your blog today, Melody. I really enjoyed answering your questions, even yellow inner-voices. 

Melody- It's been a blast having you here, Tara. Thank you for a lovely interrogation. I know  'His Forever Summer' is going to keep me nice an warm on the cold nights we've been having around here.



Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Carnal Kink Mary must submit

#Wipitup Wednesday Special Halloween Edition 

Hi there everyone and welcome to... or back to Wip it Up Wednesday where you will always find something to spice up your hump-day enjoyment.

Today I'll be sharing part 3 of my special, just for Halloween story called Sanguineous. This is by far the kinkiest scene yet and I'll warn you now, it's not for the faint of heart. Although the guy up there looks mysteriously sexy, he comes with a bit of extra... um, well, you'll see, but if kinky carnality is a hard limit for you, don't read this story. 
If you'd like to catch this one from the beginning here's parts One and Two. 

Last week we left off with poor Mary tied naked to the tree not knowing what to expect next. Let's find out what happens.


A twig snapped somewhere behind her, and she jumped biting her lip to keep from screaming. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying  to God for help. Why had she ever messed with that damn book? Another crunching noise came from, what sounded like only a few yards behind her. She inhaled very slowly, holding her breath for as long as she could, listening. When she couldn’t hold her breath anymore, she took tiny little breaths through her nose, trying not to make a sound.
 

“Hello, Mary.” A deep, gravelly male voice came from only a few feet behind her.
 

She screamed hysterically, pulling and jerking anew at the cuffs on her wrists. “Leave me alone,” she screamed, trying to look behind her.
 

“Mary, don’t you find it odd that I know  your name?” The voice boomed over her shrill cries.
 

“Don’t. Care.” She yelled. Her wrists were burning from where she was making them raw in her struggles to get out of the cuffs.
 

“I’ll wait until you do,” he said, less loudly. “You’ll wear yourself out eventually.”
 

“Who are you?” she cried, gritting her teeth as pain shot through her arms from pulling on her restrains so harshly.
 

“Not who. What!”
 

She froze, only her head turning, slowly, mechanically as if it were attached to a gear being cranked by some invisible force. She caught only a slight glimpse of a large, muscular bare arm, before he moved completely out of her view.
“Do you want to see what I am, Mary? Or would you rather I tell you before I show you?”
 

Mary remained quiet for a long moment. Sweat dripped from her face running down the side of her neck. How long would he wait if she didn’t answer? She turned her head back, letting it slump forward, hoping to catch another glimpse of him, but he moved too quickly. What if Caleb and Gesela planned this to get even with her? After all, she had let them believe that the spell might just be a prank. Gats wouldn’t go along with something like that while leaving her tied up naked… would he?“I want to see you,” Mary murmured, leaving her head hung, chin to chest. Her peripheral vision was better like this, she would get to watch him walk around in front of her.

The large naked body of a muscular male stepped into her view. Her head rose as he rounded the tree to see his chiseled face, stout jaw, and thick, rich raven black hair. Not long hair, but not short like Gats. His chest was broad and hairless. Well formed muscles rippled down his abdomen  and she gasped, looking at his cocks. Far bigger than Gats and there were two of them, full, hard and ready.


“What do you think, Mary?” Mary couldn’t say anything. She couldn’t stop staring at his two large stiff rods.“You’ve never seen a Blood Demon before?” he asked, his voice amused. This was definitely not a joke. She looked up into the deep wells of  his dark eyes. Her lower lip trembled with fear. She tried to form words, but nothing came out of her mouth. “Too bad I can’t thank your boyfriend for splaying  you out like this for me. You’re a beautiful creature.”


“W-what did you do with my friends?” she asked.


“What do you think I did with them?” he countered.


“Please, please don’t kill me. I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing.” The beautiful, statuesque beast with two cocks stepped closer to her, reaching up with his mammoth hand to touch her face.“NO! Don’t touch me.” She shook her head violently from side to side.


“Mary. My dear, sweet girl. I’m not going to kill you, now please, relax.”


Her body shuddered, trembling with fear as his hand pressed against her cheek. She could see his eyes better now, a dark, grayish blue. His lips were thick and full as they approached her and she screamed.


“NO… Stop! What did you do with my friends you demonic bastard?”


“Now, Mary,” he said softly, his voice low and full of gravel. “Is that any way to treat the father of your child?”


Mary froze, her gaze locked to his. Father of his child? Had she heard him correctly? She instantly started praying again, silently, asking God to help her get free while she apologized repeatedly for ever messing with that evil book.


“I think you know what happened to your friends, Mary. But the good news is, you can help them. If you behave and do what you’re told, I can make sure you all wake up safe and sound in your own beds come morning.” He put both hands on her face and inclined her head to his. “They won’t remember a thing. They won’t even remember going camping. Only you, my beautiful little Mary, will remember what has taken place here tonight.”


“W-what do you mean?” Her voice trembled.


“You must submit to me, Mary. You must be willing to accept me. Just as it is explained in the spell. You must give freely. If you do not agree to let me put a child inside of you, then you too must die and I go home empty handed and wait for the next young lass who finds and figures out the book.”
Tears ran down her cheeks and short sobs erupted from her lips. “This can’t be happening. This isn’t real,” she whispered.


“Oh, but it is, my precious. You and you alone spoke the words. You fed the fire the blood of those willing and called my name.” His large finger stroked one of her cheeks. “You’ll enjoy it, Mary. I promise.”


Mary jerked her head from his hands and shook her head. “Go back to hell you demon bastard!”
He frowned, dropping his hands from her face. “If that is what you wish.” He held his hand up in front of her face.


“Oh, Fuck!” she muttered as she watched his fingernails grow into sharp razor like claws. He inched them toward her breasts. “NO!” she screamed.
“Have you changed your mine, my sweetest one?” His lips curled.


“I… No… why are you doing this to me? Please let me go. I promise never—“


“Mary, you need to calm down. I will only explain this once more. If your answer is still no, then I will be forced to disembowel you as I have your friends.”
She stopped thrashing, but her body still trembled, inside and out.


“That’s a good girl. Now listen up. You cast the spell that has allowed me into your world. As the spell clearly states, the caster is to bear a son to Sanguineous. In six months a witch will come for you, that she may help you bear my spawn.” His claws retracted, looking like normal fingernails again. He brought a large palm up to one of her full, round breasts and lifted it.


“NO!” she cried. “Please don’t. I’m on the pill. Just let me go.” She wanted to pull away from him, but she also knew resistance was futile, where was she going to go? “I didn’t mean to cast that spell. I didn’t know what I was doing.”


“It’s too late for that. I’m here with an obligation to fulfill, and you need to make a decision, pretty girl.” His voice didn’t sound as rough as it had before. His thumb gently massaged her nipple while looking into her eyes.


Mary’s lower lip trembled uncontrollably. How was she supposed to make such a decision? Let the demon have his way with her and carry the demon child, or die like her friends. Slowly she shook her head. “This is too much,” she squeaked softly, her voice tight from choking back a sob. “It’s wrong no matter which way I choose.”


She felt his hand creeping from her breast down her torso and had a feeling it was going to keep going. She crossed her legs quickly, locking her ankles together. “I want to know what was on the page I couldn’t read and why after I said the spell the English words disappeared.” She spoke quickly hoping to distract his determined fingers.


He sighed “I’ve explained what the words on the opposite page meant. The word under the original text vanished after the spell because the book had served its intended purpose. It will be translated again and left for another pretty girl to find and figure out.”  He put his finger at the apex of  her clenched thighs. “Are you ready to open up for me now?”

His soft voice and warm finger lazing over her pubis was a distraction, but not enough to coax her into having sex with him. She didn’t want to be responsible for bringing a demon into the world. She didn’t want the responsibility of her friends’ deaths either. “No,” she said, looking away from him.
He forced a single finger between her clenched thighs and found her pussy lips, wiggling the tip of his finger between them. 


“You’re already wet.” A broad grin, spread his lips almost from ear to ear.

Mary gasped, pulling her hips back. “Don’t touch me,” she barked. “I haven’t made up my mind.” She glared into his patient gray-blue eyes. “Why do you need me to have your child? What are you and what’s going to happen when this demon is born?”
 

“Mary…” He stepped closer, as she inched away, but there was only so far she could go with her wrists locked to the tree. He put and arm around her waist and pulled her to him. “Mary…” he whispered. “Your scent is intoxicating me.”

She bucked her hips, trying to thrash herself from his grip. “Let. Me. Go.” She felt his cocks jabbing into her stomach and sides while she struggled, they were as hard as steel.


“Not until you make a decision.” He brought his other hand to her hips and held her with only enough force to quite her erratic movements.

“I can’t until you tell me what’s going to happen after.”
 

“Our kind will live again.”  He stepped back, forcing her along with him. “You’ve heard of Vampires?”She nodded, her movements stiff as he pulled her forward, more and more until her arms were extended just slightly behind her. “Consider my kind the first of the vampires. We were never allowed to roam the Earth as vampires do. Our kind fed from the blood of angels and that was only allowed for so long until we collected enough of them. Without food we were left to simply starve and die out. Satan’s a cruel but effective Master.”  He put his arms around her waist and looked down at her breasts. “Mary, you need to decide. We only have until dawn.”
 
One of his large hands supported her back, while the other her ass and suddenly her feet left the ground. Again she tried to struggle, but he was too much for her. Her arms were pulled tight as he held her hips, wedging his body between her thighs whether she liked it or not. “Please,” her voice trembled. “Tell me the rest and I promise I’ll decide.” Her insides were having a fitful panic attack. There wasn’t going to be any way to avoid this.


Slipping his hands down her thighs, he held her so that he could look up at her stretched body. “Before we died off  we found a Witch. She killed one of us, as a sacrifice, and took the blood. Said she would create a spell that would allow the one sacrificed passage between worlds for one night. If successful, my kind will see the glory of the Earth and enjoy the bountiful harvest of human blood. I am that one, Mary. I am Sanguineous”


The way he finished his words sent a cold tingle up her spine. He had her right where he needed her, waiting for her to say yes. She could feel the heat of his cocks pressing against her. One of them throbbed as he tried to encourage her to wrap her legs around him.


“That doesn’t explain the child,” she said, refusing to keep her legs where he tried placing them. 
 

“He will be a half blood demon and half human. Once raised to maturity he will copulate with as many females as possible and spread the seed of our kind far and wide.” He put his hand in the creases of her knees, so that he could effectively hold her in a position that would allow him to stroke her pussy lips with his lower cock. He let out a low gruff moan as he parted her lips and stroked her clit ever so slowly with his shaft. “Your body wants me Mary. It’s time to consent now.” His voice was raspy and his eyes laden with lust.
 
Her clit grew large, almost immediately from having been denied earlier. “G-Gats will live? Caleb and Ge, too?”


“Yesss,” he whispered, using more pressure as he continued to stimulate her. “Your wet flesh is absolutely heavenly.”


Mary forced herself to look down at his cocks. The top one larger and thicker. She found herself drawn to watching the movements of them as he rocked his hips. This is wrong. “How am I going to hide the pregnancy?”


“You don’t. Tell people it was an accident.” His slow rhythm increased just enough that she started to give way to the pleasure he was giving her. “It won’t matter after six months. The Witch will come for you, and she will make you go with her even if it is against your will. Unlike us, free will isn’t an obstacle for Witches.”


Mary started to feel slightly light-headed. Trying desperately to think of anything but orgasm. The sheen of her wetness on his lower cock glistened, her pussy ached for attention, badly, even though her mind willed it not to. Her body was going to win out soon and betray her. She forced her head to the side and closed her eyes. How could she possibly be enjoying this? Did this count as being unfaithful to Gats? Probably not, because if she didn’t, he would remain dead.


“Mary.” His voice was firm. “It’s time. Yes, or No? If you keep playing games, I’m going to slash you to pieces and enjoy doing it for having let me get this close to that agonizingly sweet little cunt and ass of yours and then denying me of it. You must give freely.” He pushed up hard against her, holding the base of his cock against her pulsating clit and her eyes flew open at the unexpected thrust.“Submit, precious, and I’ll make you feel better than you ever knew possible.”


His eyes smoldered with need while he held his cock's still and looked into her eyes. Her heart started to race, and the pulsating in her clit turned into a strong, steady cadence. She had to choose, now, or he was going to kill her. Looking down again at the size of his cocks she muttered “yes” so softly it was barely audible.


“Say it again,” he urged, moving them forward slightly.


Without any encouragement she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to her as best she could, while a breathy “yes” floated from her mouth.


“Once more.” He held her, one hand under her cheeks while he extended the claws from beneath his fingernails on this other hand, and sliced through the tether attached to the tree faster than she knew what was happening.


Her arm fell swiftly, feeling like dead weight from being stretched taut for so long. She put it around his neck while he swung her body against the tree that was still holding her other wrist.
“Say it,” He growled, his face close to hers.


“Yes,” she said, feeling one of his cock’s throb as he pressed his body into hers.


“Mmm. Good girl.” He reached up and sliced through the other tether. He kept his claws extended and moved a fingertip to her nipple.
She gasped, her body tightening.
“Shh. I won’t draw blood!”


Those words scared her, but the seductiveness of his voice, made her pussy weep all the more, begging to be given mercy of any kind. Her breaths came in little pants as he circled each nipple with the sharp pointy tip of his claw.


“So responsive. I like that.” He moved in toward her lips, while retracting his claws. He put his hand on her ass to match the other.


His lips brushed hers lightly as if asking permission to kiss her. “Yes,” she panted, parting her lips for him. Their mouths met firmly, and his tongue darted into her eagerly. She met his passion with a hunger of her own. The consequences of what she was doing were far out of sight. All she could think about now was those two big cocks both pounding into her aching pussy and ass at the same time. His tongue swept every corner of the inside of her mouth, as he worked a finger into the furrow of her cheeks. She clenched instinctively, but he continued to pry while groaning into her mouth.


“Relax, and let me in.” he mumbled and then quickly went back to sucking and nibbling at her lips and tongue. The tip of his finger pressed against the still moist ring of her rear hole and she wiggled, trying to work her way onto it. “Yes, Mary, that’s it, accept me. Take me fully.” His hot, hungry lips took residence along the curve of her neck as he forced his finger past the first tight ring in her rear. Using a finger from his other hand he gathered a good deal of her slick juices, using them as a lubricant for her ass.


Soon she felt two fingers probing into her, the cadence in her clit continued to drum. He fingered her ass, jutting his cock into her clit just enough to keep her on edge. “Please let me come,” she begged gripping the back of his neck tighter while he widened his fingers, stretching her in preparation for the large cock that would soon replace his fingers.
“Begging so soon?” he muttered, laving a nipple while driving his fingers deeper.
 

“Yes… please,” she rasped while nodding her head.

He straightened to look at her while a slow smile came over his face. He placed his bottom cock at the entrance of her swollen cunny. “Come for me. Lube my cock so I can fuck your ass.” He pushed into her slowly with one cock while the other rode the top of her clit.


She moaned loudly as he filled her inch by slow inch until he was buried deep before pulling back only to impale her again and again. Each thrust slightly faster and harder than the last until every nerve ending in her body was singing with pleasure.  The orgasm hit her like a freight train, loud and hard as she clung desperately to his large muscular frame. Cries of ecstasy burst from her chest and mouth as she dug her heels into the backs of his legs with each shuddering wave of molten hot release.


“Good, girl.” He pulled his thickly coated, slick cock from her pussy and instantly moved it to her ass, while her chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to catch her breath. His larger, longer cock was positioned at the opening of her creamy wet pussy and he pushed steadily into her, both cocks simultaneously invading her at the same time.


“Tight,” she said, sucking in a sharp breath. “Please, it’s too tight.”  She tensed, instinctively trying to pull away from the painful stretch.


“Easy,” he said, putting his spacious hand around her waist, holding her in place. “Relax, it won’t sting once I work you open.” Putting his head into the crook of her neck, he slid back slowly and gave her a moment to relax before he made the slow plunge back into the depths of her tight wet flesh. “Your quivering body feels so good around me,” he whispered, as he claimed another inch of her glove tight sheath.


“Uhhhh…” she cried, pressing her hands against his shoulders in an attempt to push him away from her.


“You’re beautiful like this, Mary. The small, painful expressions you make drive me wild.”
He slid back into her, and she held her breath, feeling the hilt of both cocks against her openings, she was sure the expression on her face reflected more than the pitiful whimper that escaped her lips.
“Hold on, precious. It’s time to create life.” Holding her hips securely, he made slow, long strides to and from her yielding, wet sex.


Each time he sunk back into her the pain lessened and the pleasure increased until she found herself trying to match his thrusts. She had never felt so full, or so vulnerable before. She looked down between them, trying to see herself taking both of his cocks. As if reading her mind, he moved his shoulders back and tilted her pelvis so she could see the show.
“I’m glad you like to watch. It excites me more.”


As if to show her what he meant, he started fucking her hot and heavy. Grunts and growls rumbling low in his chest, mixed with her moans and whimpers creating and erotic symphony around them. He brought a thumb into play and ground it against her clit making her squeal. The bark of the tree was getting abrasive, the harder he pounded into her, but she didn’t care, she was climbing steadily back toward orgasm. The way those two big cocks looked ramming into her, thrilled and amazed her at the same time. Her cry was shrill, almost eerie as she spiraled out of control for a second time.


“Yes, come for me,” he growled, holding himself deep while she rode out her orgasm.
Suddenly she felt something odd near her cervix as the blinding waves of pleasure ebbed away. It felt like something was pushing its way into her womb.


“It’s my seed pod,” he huffed. “It needs to be in your womb when I come. It will guarantee a life is made.” He held her still while he completed the strange connection to her uterus. Adjusting her hips a little he took back to fucking her quickly, using her body savagely. His cocks thrusting into her hard and determined. “Get ready, precious.” He growled in his gravely voice. “I’m going to fill you up now.”

 
His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, he pulled her away from the tree holding her to him tightly and thrust up hard and deep. She cried out in a lustful wail as she felt the explosion of both cocks erupt in her at the same time. She felt a tingle at her cervix, he was pumping his come directly into her uterus. 
He let out a long groan as his body stiffened, his grip on her tightened as he took his pleasure, depositing it deep in her swollen tissues until the last of his seed was spent. His tight grip on her ass-cheeks relaxed and he held her tenderly while they caught their breath.


She flinched feeling the same thing that had wiggled into her cervix wiggle itself out.
“You are with my child,” he said, his head resting on her shoulder. “You will tell no one of the child you carry. Let your boyfriend think it’s his.”


“What happens now?” she asked, her body limp.


“Now I put you to sleep and take you all home. I’m sorry for this.”


She felt him nuzzle her neck softly. “Sorry for… Ahhhh.” A burning pain ran down the side of her neck. He was biting her. She immediately started to struggle, but it was useless. Her arms felt like wet, heavy logs and everything was happening in slow motion until everything around her went black.


Wow, what a night to remember. I wonder what she's going to tell Gats in the morning? You can find out next week when this tantalizing little tale comes to an end just in time for Halloween. 
Until then please take a moment to visit the rest of this weeks tastefully talented authors. 

Melody... weren't you going to mention something about sharing? 

Oh yeah, thanks annoying yellow inner-voice. If you like this post and the weekly #wipitup please help us get the word out and click a couple of the share buttons ☺
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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Anal kink scene meets hellish screams

#Wipitup Wednesday Halloween Edition 

Hello... hello! Welcome to or back to another edition of my favorite blog hop #Wipitup. 
Just get on with it, Melody... they came here for the naughty kink you promised last week in Part One

Right you are, annoying yellow inner-voice. Let's see what happens when Gat's and Mary venture off in the woods after the fiasco with the spell that didn't work. Or did it? 

“Right here, sexy.” Gats said, stopping next to a couple of medium sized oak trees, examining them. “They look about the right width apart for your wrists.”  He turned swiftly, snagging his girlfriend by the waist with one hand, while pulling two nylon tethered cuffs from his back pocket, showing them to her. “I’m gonna’ tie you up and make you scream, baby! Then I’m going to take that piece of your ass you promised me.”

Gats green eyes sizzled with lust in the light from the full moon. Between the sexy look in his eyes and his hard cock pressing through his jeans against her belly, she nearly lost her breath.
“Gats, you kinky bastard, when did you pack the cuffs?” She asked as he removed her hoodie and her—one size too tight—light blue T-shirt.


“Mmm,” he growled, securing a nylon cuff to her wrist while looking at her plump, melon-like, breasts. “I love when you go without a bra.” He inclined his lips to one of her ripe nipples and sucked, causing her to moan while skillfully attaching the second cuff.
Mary gasped when he yanked one of her arms up, strapping her wrist to the tree. “You know you’ve had me hard and achy ever since you whispered that in my ear, don’t you?”


“Yes,” she hissed softly, watching as he attached her wrist to the other tree. Her arms were spread just enough that she could feel the stretch in her lat’s.


“So does that mean you liked our session the other night and you're looking for more, or did you say that just because you knew it would get me to comply and jab myself with that needle for your silly prank?” He pulled his shirt off, standing behind her half naked body, his hands reaching around to her breasts, squeezing them. He tweaked her nipples, while kissing the slender curve of her elegant neck, pausing only long enough with one hand to move her lustrous, honey golden, spirals away from where he wanted to kiss. 


“Uhhh,” she moaned. “Both,” she panted, feeling Gats large hand slipped into the front of her sweatpants, his big strong fingers inching themselves lower with each warm wet kiss he planted along her neck.

“I’m going to lick this sweet little pussy,” he rasped next to her ear, “and use your juices to lube your ass.” The rough tips of his fingers combed the smooth outer lips of her pussy, making her shiver. “After you come I’m going to wrap those soft milky white thighs around my hips and bury myself in your ass.” He parted her lips, stroking the silky wet hood of her clit. Mary groaned, arching her back so that her ass made contact with the budge in his pants. “Fucking you until you come again,” he said, pinching her clit and nipple simultaneously.


“Yessss,” she breathed, rubbing her ass against him like a cat in heat.


“Hard!” he growled, nipping her neck just below her ear. 


“Gats!” she cried, as he pulled his fingers away from her throbbing clit. Both of his large manly hands went to her hips and pulled her sweats down roughly. She heard a deep growl come from his chest and suddenly felt his teeth sink into one of her cheeks making her yelp.

“Sorry, baby, just marking my territory.” He soothed the throbbing love bite, licking, and kissing it tenderly.
She squirmed when he pried her cheeks open, squealing, when the wet heat of his tongue pressed into her tight dark hole. He blew against it softly before moving around in front of her.


Gats looked up at her from his knees. “Put those thighs on my shoulders, baby. That’s it, good girl,” he praised as she quickly complied. Settling himself comfortably between her thighs, he put his hands on her cheeks, supporting her ass. “Comfortable?” he whispered, inching his mouth closer to her sweet nectar.


“Uh huh,” she whimpered, looking down at his shiny, short black hair as his lips zeroed in on her clit, pulling it between them, his tongue flicking lightly over her swollen bud. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.” Her thighs squeezed the sides of his head, as if somehow asking for more.


Two stiff fingers teased the entrance of her pussy. “Yes, Gats, please,” she begged. No sooner had she finished saying those words and his fingers shot up inside of her forcefully. “Fuck!” she cried out, clamping her muscles around them.
 

“Not so loud,” he mumbled, the vibrations of his voice rippling through her clit caused her to moan and clench his probing fingers, yet again.

She could hear the sound of her own wetness as his fingers drove steadily to and from her heated core. The wet suckling sounds and low moans were driving her higher. “Yes, Gats. Oh… Fuck”


He pulled his face away, and looked up at her. “Not yet, my sweet.” The fingers inside of her stilled. “I need to lube this sweet ass of yours, first.” His fingers pulled out of her pussy, trailing her wetness slowly to her rear hole, massaging and probing before going back for more.
She took in a sharp breath when he slipped his two wet fingers into her ass, stopping only when he’d reached his second knuckle.
“Open your eye’s Mary.” His voice was deep, seductive. She forced herself to relax and accept his intrusion.
Opening her eyes, she locked them to his. “Good girl,” he said softly.


It thrilled her that he liked to keep eye contact as much as possible whenever any part of him was inside of her. He had told her once that watching her eyes during orgasm was what drove him crazy about her the most.
“Gats,” she groaned, drawing his name out, trying to indicate her need. His fingers were sinking seamlessly in and out of her ass, she needed his mouth back on her clit.
 

“You need to come?” he asked, pausing the fluid movement of  his fingers so that he could stimulate the underside of her g-spot with the tips of his fingers.

“Please,” she begged, tightening around his fingers.
The lust in his eyes flared and the corners of his lips curled. Nudging her thighs apart with his head, his mouth was once again back between her folds, lapping at her starving clit.
Her climax was building quickly, and she cried out sharply when he purposely grazed her clit with his front teeth. Her hips moved rhythmically with the slow penetration of his fingers, baring down to meet their every intrusion.
She was hovering just at the tipping point when a shrill, blood-curdling scream rose high into the wooded forest.


Gats pulled his mouth away, easing his fingers out of her ass. “What the—“ Another scream rose into the night.


“It’s Gesela,” Mary cried, straining viciously at the restraints as she pulled her legs from Gats shoulders.


“GATS.” Calebs shuddering voice called out long and loud, echoing around them eerily.
Gats got up looking horrified and started running back to their tents.


“Don’t leave me like this,” Mary screamed after him, her voice full of panic while she struggled fitfully, twisting and turning her wrists in every direction in a vain attempt to free them.


“GATS.” Calebs voice rang through the woods again, louder, more urgent. “FUCK… GATS!”
Tears were flowing down Marys cheeks. What in the fuck was happening? How could Gats have left her restrained  like this? Whatever the fuck was scaring the shit out of Caleb and Gesela would undoubtedly be coming after her and Gats left her as a fucking sacrifice to whatever it was.


“OH. FUCK. ME.” That was Gats voice this time.
Mary was trembling, holding her breath, trying to be quiet, listening for Gats or Caleb to call out again. They didn’t. The only sound she heard now, was the thumping of her wildly erratic heartbeat and her occasional choppy breath.


Her tears felt like a hot molten river streaming over her cheeks. The silence was killing her. She tried to calm herself by thinking maybe whatever it was, wouldn’t find her. How long had it taken before she heard Gats yell? How long has passed since he had?


Melody... that's a terrible place to leave people. 

Sorry, but is tis the season to be naughty, you know.
Besides, they are going to love what comes next. It's the kinkiest scene yet.  
Tune in with me next week to find out what happens to poor-- climax denied, strapped hopelessly to the tree, scared out of her mind-- Mary. 
And don't forget to check out some of the other blogs on #wipitup this week.  
That was my line annoying yellow inner voice.
Yeah... so? Tis the season to be naughty, right?  
    





Monday, October 13, 2014

The Author's Friends with Shelly Douglas



Hi Everyone. I'm here today with Shelly Douglas. Yes, you read that right Shelly Douglas, who brought you the heartwarming and erotic tale 'The Author ' earlier this year.  
She and Doug, have been hard at work to bring you the sizzling sequel called 'The Author's Friends'.

But before we get into  this hot new release, I thought it would be fun to pick her brain and learn a little more about Shelly and what her life as an author is like.

Melody—Did you have a favorite book growing up, if so what was it and why? 

Shelly – “Alfred Hitchcock Presents:  12 Stories They Wouldn’t Let Me Do On TV.” I was a huge fan of murder mysteries and loved Hitchcock’s anthologies.

Melody-- Hitchcock? Oh... I knew you were a woman after my own heart. Where is your favorite place to write? 

Shelly-- I write at the kitchen table sitting next to a window that looks out into the woods.

Melody-- Oh that must be so pretty this time of year with the leaves changing. Living out in the country, I can certainly relate. What is the best piece of advice anyone has ever given you about being a writer?

Shelly-- Keep writing. Each book will be better than the last one.

Melody-- Great advice and so true. Do you use an outline or are you a panster? 

Shelly-- Doug and I always start with an outline just for laughs!  My favorite e-mail subject line from him is, “I went off the reservation – see what you think”. 

Melody-- Working with a partner is a lot of fun. You and Doug do a seamless job of putting your stories into one voice. 
Hey Melody... what about that question I had for Shelly? 
Oh alright, go ahead and ask her yellow-inner voice. 
Shelly, have you ever left the house wearing socks that didn't match? 

Shelly-- Yes and earrings, too.  The mismatched earrings are usually a bad sign.☺

Melody-- LOL, that's too funny. Suddenly I'm picturing you with a gold hoop in one ear and a diamond stud in the other.  
Do you do anything special for yourself after you and Doug finish a book?

Shelly-- No.  By the time we finish with one, I am usually too busy obsessing over the next!

Melody-- Spoken as a true author. There's always a story brewing within. So, what is your writing schedule like. How many hours a day do you spend typing away and what do you do when you get stuck or your flow just stops?

Shelly-- I don’t have the same schedule every day (teaching, babysitting, etc.) so the hours I spend writing are always different, and I never know if it will be during the day or evening.  Doug usually writes during the day, if he isn’t golfing or busy with some other hobby.  The best thing about having a writing partner, is that if one is stuck - the other comes to the rescue!

Melody-- That is a definite advantage to working with a partner. What would you say has been your biggest hurdle as an author? 

Shelly-- To not respond to the book reviews!  I have a few I wouldn’t mind replying to.  LOL!

Melody-- I know just what you mean. 
Um, Melody... Maybe you should get to the part about Shelly's new book? I mean that is what people want to know about, right? 
Right you are, yellow inner-voice. Shelly what kind of tasty little teaser do you have for us from 'The Author's Friends'?

Shelly-- Here’s a quick set up for the scene:  
Carla has agreed to go on an interview for a job in Harrisburg with the governor and asks Dana to meet her for drinks, so she can give her the details.  Naturally, they have nothing to eat and Carla’s brother, the bartender, makes a call to have them picked up.  This is a peek inside Dana and Richard’s window later that evening and a bird’s-eye view inside Carla and Michael’s window will be posted on Wip It Up Wednesday this week.☺

He patted the mattress signaling for her to sit down beside him.  Dana slowly crossed the room and made a last minute decision to go with contrite instead of defensive.
“I’m really sorry.”  Her head and body lowered at the same time.


“I understand Carla needed your friendship tonight, but both of you acted irresponsibly.  How exactly did you expect to get home?  You have low blood sugar, for God’s sake.  Were you ever intending to eat dinner?”


“Are you going to spank me?” she asked quietly, playing with the hem of her short nightgown.


“I have a different punishment in mind for you tonight.”  Richard gently took her by the hand and positioned her over the side of the bed.  “Lift up your nightgown and slide those panties down, please,” he said softly.
 

The familiar snap of the plastic lube container prepared her for the scene without turning around.  As Richard’s wet finger slowly rubbed and teased her smooth bottom hole, she whimpered and squirmed in a small show of defiance, earning her a sharp swat of disapproval.
“Be still, young lady.”

 
Richard seductively moved his finger in and out, wiggling and playing more than he usually did to keep her mind occupied.  Finally, he opened the drawer and pulled a surprise that he and Dana never used, but she always suspected he would want to try.
 

“Is that what I think it is?”

“It’s a little gift to wear in your beautiful bottom while you eat dinner.  Now be a good girl and separate your cheeks for me.”  Richard lubed the stainless steel butt plug and gently began to push it into her slick anus.  “Come on baby doll, if you relax it will make the insertion easier.”
 

“For me or you?” she snidely asked.
 

“My God, you would think as a butt plug went into your ass, your mouth would automatically close,” he quipped, slowly edging the foreign object further into her backside. 
 

“Fine.”  Inhaling and exhaling a dramatic deep breath, she relaxed as the cool, steel invader stretched and burned until her sphincter finally accomodated it.  “I can’t believe you actually bought this.  It isn’t even my birthday.”
 

“Yep, you are one lucky girl.” His tone was light as he gave a tug on the plug.

“The silicone variety comes in an abundance of colors.  Maybe I could put it on my list for Santa next year.  I hear it’s a great stocking stuffer.”
 

“That mouth of yours really needs an edit mode, Sugar Pop.  A spankin’ wasn’t my first choice for your punishment, but I hear it is a wonderful supplement to your little steel friend.  By the way, these also make great stocking stuffers,” he drawled, spinning a new flat-backed hairbrush in his hand.
 

“So what’s for dinner, Richard?” she uttered with a groan, attempting to lift herself off the bed.
 

He gently put his hand on the small of her back. “Not so fast, Kitten,” he said as he rubbed the flat side of the hairbrush on her bare bottom.  “According to Michael, these also come in a variety of styles and colors.”
 

“Richard, could I please stand for a minute?” she asked in a very small voice.
He looked up at the ceiling and smiled, tapping the brush on his leg.
“Please?”
 

“Only you would get away with this.”  He shook his head slowly as his mouth formed a straight line.  Carefully, he helped her off the bed, patiently watched her stretch, and patted his thighs as she willingly placed herself over his lap.

“Comfy?” he asked facetiously as he lifted her nightgown and gently moved the plug in her bottom with one hand, while securing her around the waist with his other.


She peered over her shoulder to make eye contact.  It was a miracle her mouth remained closed.
“So let’s review to make sure you’ve been paying attention.  Three drinks at a bar has never been acceptable, and not having a designated driver on top of that just made it plain dangerous.”  He applied the back of her hairbrush twice to the bottom of each creamy white cheek, watching for the glow of the imprints to quickly appear.  “And you really need to control your attitude, darling’.” She winced and wiggled as he tugged on the plug. 
 

“Yes, sir.”
 

He smacked her three times on the right cheek and matched them with three on the left.  Her sphincter muscle contracted with every pop of the brush.  The sensation was more intense than she’d imagined.

“Richard, please.  I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
 

“Your disrespect has gotten way out of hand.  Maybe this would be a good time to double-check our roles.  Am I still the head of this household, or have you taken on that position?” He applied the hairbrush several times to that delicate area under her bottom, hoping to drive his point home.
 

“Oww.  I’m sorry I was disrespectful.  You’re still in charge.  Ahhh.  Please, that hurts!”
 

He quickly paddled her under the other cheek with the brush to even out the hue.  “Yes, I’m sure it does hurt, and I don’t like having to remind you this way, Kitten.”  He spanked every inch of her lower bottom with quick strokes while firmly holding her squirming body in place.
 

“Please!  I promise!”
 

“And what will happen to my wife’s beautiful bottom if she forgets her promise?” he asked in a soft, low voice as he gave a tug on the plug. Her eyes filled with tears from the embarrassment more than the pain.  “I’m waiting, sugar.”
 

“It will be spanked.”  For the first time that night, her tone was quiet and sincere.

That's one hot excerpt, Shelly. I loved her surprise, and especially how well she took it. The humor about stocking stuffers still has me giggling.
   
The blurb: 
Carla Campbell, a successful, dynamic real estate attorney employed by a national firm headquartered in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania has always lived a “vanilla” life.  Her boyfriend, Dr. Michael Cohen, is a soft spoken, mild-mannered therapist, who just so happens to be a strikingly handsome Dominant man.  Together, these opposite personalities are in full swing trying to make their new relationship work.
In this second installment of The Author, Michael and Carla recently returned from Richard and Dana McBride’s wedding in Hawaii and quickly moved in together.  Carla’s snappy comebacks and sassy attitude certainly pushed all of Michael’s buttons.  He loved that she was a strong, intelligent, self-sufficient woman, but worried that her enthusiasm for a DD relationship with him might only be a passing phase.  She adored his calm authority, and the passionate gleam in those dark brown eyes turned her on, but wondered what fueled his intense desires.
After a long day of supervising staff at the office, his independent girlfriend was expected to hand over control to him - which was easier said than done.  Was Carla’s disobedience a cry for dominance or a way of controlling those delicious bare-bottom spankings she was receiving on a regular basis?


This novella contains highly charged erotic material, the consensual spanking of an adult woman, anal play, voyeurism and medical play.
Buy links:
Amazon
Blushing Books
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Melody-- So, what's next for you and Doug? 

Shelly-- Our newest work in progress, 'The Sail of Their Lives'. A DD/Erotic romance/Murder Mystery. We are having so much fun writing our first murder mystery after reading them for so many years! 

Melody-- Oh boy... DD, Erotic romance and Murder? I'm intrigued. 
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This was so much fun, Shelly. Thank you so much for sharing a bit about yourself and Doug with us today. Before you go, finish this sentence. 
I will stop writing when... 

I'm dead. But don't be surprised if I come back to write a historical romance novel in the next century! 

Wouldn't that give some new meaning to being a Ghost Writer... lol.  

Thank you all for visiting Shelly and I today and don't forget to come back tomorrow when she gives us all another teasing and pleasing excerpt from 'The Author's Friends' on the October 15th episode of #Wipitup Wednesday.