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Several years after my divorce, one evening after a few drinks I called my former mother in law Sandi to check in. She and I had remained civil, and she told me to call anytime. After some small talk, she asked how I was doing, if I was seeing anyone, etc. I told her no, and that I’d had some dreams recently that involved her paddling my bare bottom. She was, of course, a little stunned, but as I recounted the dream, she seemed interested. In fact, by the end of our conversation, Sandi told me that she could make my dream come true...  The following Wednesday, I got a text to be at her home at 530 sharp. I was in a daze all day, but stood on her front step at the appointed time. A small note on the door said “go down to the basement, strip, and bend over the table.” So I did, and saw a wicked looking frat-style paddle leaning against the wall. I was so nervous that I was shaking a bit. She finally came down the stairs, and congratulated me on following directions, but that I’d earned a paddling and was going to get one! Sandi grabbed the paddle and I heard a “whoosh” just before it smacked my ass. Again and again, she swung and connected. I’m sure the loud SMACK! sounds could be heard out on the sidewalk, as well as my cries as she blistered my bottom. After 10-12 hard licks, I was squirming and sobbing. Finally, I couldn’t take any more and dropped to the floor, rubbing my scorching butt frantically. My mother in law watched in amusement for a few seconds, then ordered me into the corner, hands on head, while she went upstairs to take care of something. When she finally returned, Sandi walked up behind me and let out a whistle. “Wow. You won’t be sitting comfortably on that bottom for a few days,” she said. Leading me to a mirror on the closet door, she showed me the damage. I could see reds, oranges, purples and blues, as well as several vicious-looking welts. Sandi had brought some lotion downstairs and squirted some on her hands. I leaned against the wall as she rubbed the lotion into my burning flesh. Years later, I still think it may have been the best feeling I’ve ever experienced. It was that good... Unfortunately, it also got the attention of my penis, which was rock-hard by the time she finished. I felt humiliated and tried to hide my erection, but Sandi just pulled away my hands and laughed. “So that’s what helped make my grandkids? I have to be honest, Ed. It’s not too impressive.” Handing me the lotion, she said “go in the bathroom and take care of that. But clean up after yourself! If I find any of your spunk in there, I WILL paddle you again...” The shortest masturbation session of my life followed. After carefully cleaning up, I came out of the bathroom. Sandi was sitting on her sofa, and gestured me over. “ Was it everything you expected?” she asked. I assured her it was, and asked if we could make it a regular occurrence. She smiled and “No, son. I don’t think so. It’s not my thing. I know it meant a lot to you, so I’m happy I could help, but it’s a one-time thing.” It’s been 12 years since that afternoon, but I can still remember every detail, and truthfully, still masturbate to the memory from time to time.

For myself, I much prefer being erotically spanked or spanked for "funishment" or roleplay... however for some reason the spanking videos that really get my libido revved up are the ones where the spankee is being punished. The harder and faster they're getting spanked, the more turned on I get. There's a limit to it - I don't like watching a spanking that's too hard. But if their panties are *yanked* down hard or if there are tears that seem genuine, it often sends me over the edge. I've never really been spanked for punishment- growing up or as an adult. I've always been a real goody-goody, in fact. So I've always wondered why I react this way. I've always wondered what a "professional" might have to say about it. Anybody else or is it just me? Anyone care to analyze me, ha ha?

Tall and attractive 59 yo man. Very experienced in satisfying the “need”. Erotic or disciplinary, mild to wild, it’s all good to me. No reciprocation expected or accepted in any way. Will be all about you, I just provide the service. Travel to Greensboro/Winston Salem area often.

Please enjoy the excerpts below from my newest short story collection, called Pleasure and Pain. Do you enjoy the sting of a spanking? Do you love hearing husky threats of punishment from your man? How about role play? Enjoy egging your partner into giving you a "funishment?" If so, then enjoy these thirteen tales of roleplay, light power exchange, romance and more, just for the fun of it. You'll laugh at the antics of the heroes and heroines as they warm your heart. Each of the following cuts are from different short stories within the collection. I'm giving you all some long excerpts this month, 'Tis the season, after all... Enjoy! ********** 1 He was waiting for her, with his arms crossed over his broad chest, just inside the entrance to the barn. As she shuffled inside, his eyes roamed over her face and she felt a deep sense of satisfaction when she saw the pride in his gaze. He said nothing, just pointed to an area where several stacks of hay had been piled together. One bundle in particular had been draped with a worn, flannel blanket. “Bend over the bale with the blanket,” he instructed in a soft timbre. She turned plaintive eyes on him. “Oh, please!” She glanced down at his hands, which had strayed to his belt buckle. The sound of the buckle as he undid it was loud in the confines of the barn. Her eyes rounded as he freed the long length of leather, slowly releasing it loop by loop. “Don’t strap me!” “But a strapping is exactly what you deserve, you naughty girl. Are you trying to tell me that you aren’t a bad girl who needs a good whipping?” He considered her briefly, and then shook his head. “Not that long ago, you were bragging to me that you’re a naughty girl. Are you saying something else now?” She looked guiltily down at her feet, invisible in the folds of her jeans and underwear. “No. You’re right. I am bad. But, please, don’t whip me.” He chuckled as he folded the belt in half, getting a good grip on the two loose ends. “I am going to whip you. Good and hard, and for as long as I like. And you are going to thank me afterwards. Because you are going to like it. Bad girls always do.” He motioned with the belt to the bale of hay he’d indicated early. “Now, bend over.” Even if she’d wanted to, she wouldn’t have been able to refuse him. Pleasing him was her addiction. And besides, she only played at trying to get out of the licking because it was a part of the game. Inside, where she was honest with herself, she admitted how much she really wanted it. Everything that he dealt out was a gift to her. She had yearned for it for so long, and had tried with so many others before him. She could never turn him down, regardless of what his request was because he was the one who hadn’t turned her own requests away. So, she did what he’d asked. She bent forward at the waist, leaning across the blanketed bale, sticking her bare bottom out towards him. A few minutes passed once she was in position, and when she grew impatient with waiting for the first lick of his belt, she turned her face back towards him while still staying in place. He was standing behind her in silence, studying her. “Nice,” he mumbled, just as she was about to ask what was wrong. “But it could be better.” A second later, she gasped as she felt his hard erection press against her backside. She’d barely had a moment to recover from that, and he was bending over her back, molding his body over hers, into a mirror image of her own. His hands grasped her wrists, pulling her arms gently where he wanted them, stretching them across the bale of hay until she could grasp the opposite edge. Doing this pressed her torso tight against the thin, worn blanket that covered the hay, and doing so made tiny pieces of hay poke up against her belly and breasts. Her nipples were instantly hard like pebbles, straining against her bra and blouse and for a moment, she rubbed herself shamelessly against the hay bale, whimpering at the sensations. He chuckled low in her ear. “Hussy,” he accused and the way he said it made it sound like a four letter word. As abruptly as he’d bent over her, he suddenly stood up, though he did keep his crotch up tight against her bare behind. His arm swept down across her pelvis, between her belly and the hay bale, and a sharp jerk caused her to arch her back to his liking. Her pussy throbbed and clenched, aching for his touch, which was so close and yet so far away at the same time. Now her bottom jutted up and out at an extreme angle, sending her soft round cheeks abruptly into his rock hard member. For just the smallest moment of time, he allowed them both the pleasure of stroking himself against the cleft in her bottom. And then he was right back to business again, stepping back and breaking that connection. His hand briefly replaced it, stroking her bare, still pinkened, cheeks. “Stay just like that,” he cautioned, his tone husky. “Don’t move.” It was cold when he stepped away from her. But not for very long... She could hear him regaining his grip on the belt behind her, the faint clinking of the buckle as he adjusted his hold. Then there was a moment of silence, and she closed her eyes in sweet anticipation, imagining the way he stood behind her, sizing her up. The first kiss of the leather lifted her up onto her toes. The second whipped across her bottom with a sound as loud as a firecracker. The third crisscrossed the first two and she pictured how her bottom must look with the three red lines forming an intersection across the hillocks of her skin. On the fourth stroke, she leaned into the hay, rubbing her breasts shamelessly, enjoying the prickle through her blouse and bra as the sting bloomed and ebbed on her backside. The fifth brought out her first cry, though it was one filled with lust and passion, sounding nothing like pain. “Oh, yes,” he said behind her, “I know you love it.” She lost count after that, too excited by the sensations. The leather lashed against her over and over again, and she felt herself thrusting her hips up to meet it now, heard herself keening and crying out in pleasure as each SNAP! made connection with her bottom. She felt the growing heat, imagined the increasing hue of red that her behind must now be painted with. Her hands fisted in the blanket, tugging it with each additional lick and she panted, near release. “Please!” she finally said, not even aware at first that she had spoken her thoughts out loud. She blinked as another hard lash fell, making her sex clench plaintively, as if echoing her oral request. “Please, what?” he asked, and even though she wasn’t facing him, she could still see him grinning that evil grin of his. “Please! You know... you know what I want.” She didn’t know why it was so hard for her to say, or why he insisted – every damn time – that she do so, it was just that way. But that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t try to get out of it all the same. “I’m afraid you’re going to need to be more clear,” he said, feigning regret. A fresh smack from the belt met her bottom and she moaned with abandon. She waited out two more strokes, writhing now with wanting. “Please. I want you... please...” He was suddenly bent over her, his lips at her ear. “Are you saying... that you want me to fuck you?” He said the words as if they were the most scandalous thing he had ever heard. She raised her eyes to meet his and rubbed her bottom back against the front of his jeans. She nearly purred when the rough denim met her freshly whipped skin. “Yes. Please. Please... fuck me.” His grin was a brilliant flash of white in the dim barn. “Well, when you put it like that, how’s a fellow supposed to resist?” He frowned for a moment, considering her. “Isn’t there something you’re forgetting about, though?” “What? What do you mean?” He grinned. “Seems to me somebody was really enjoying the hell out of that whipping. Just like I said she would. Maybe you’d like to thank me for it?” She rolled her eyes, but when she met his gaze, her expression was sincere. “Thank you. Thank you very much for that hot, sexy whipping on my very naughty bottom.” “Hmm. Yes, that was nice. And you are most welcome.” He grinned and tossed the belt aside, and then there was the unmistakable sound of his fly unzipping. A moment later, his warm, erect penis pressed against her hot flanks, and his hands appeared, cupping her breasts through her shirt and bra..... ********** 2 “Stop right there,” he said. She paused awkwardly and stood still, feeling his gaze on her body. A moment later, he stepped up behind her, and she felt his fingers as they hooked inside the elastic band at the top of her panties. Then he was lowering them, jerking them hard and fast down her body until they pooled around her ankles. She gasped as his hand pressed, flat and unmoving, on her bare backside. He leaned towards her, his mouth just inches from her ear. She could smell his breath – minty and sweet. “I’m going to make your little bottom hot and red and itchy. I’m going to make it sting and hurt. I’m going to spank you until you’re kicking and pleading for me to stop. You’re going to be sore for days afterward, and you’ll think of me every time you move. You’ll remember this lesson, and you’ll know better the next time. You’ll know to face the music with your husband instead of taking your chances with a stranger.” Her entire body was trembling with his words, and her bottom cheeks were clenched tightly under his hand. She was so wet, she was surprised that she wasn’t dripping onto the floor beneath her feet. Zella saw a slow smile spread over Connor’s face. “You like this, don’t you?” he guessed, and her head snapped towards him in surprise. His smile spread at the truth he saw in her eyes. “You do,” he marveled. His blue gaze glimmered with humor. “I bet your little pussy is just pulsing and slick right now, isn’t it?” She quickly looked away from him, flushing all the way to her toes. As if trying to answer for itself, said pussy throbbed and ached in response, but Zella’s mouth twisted tightly closed. Connor grasped her chin in his hand and pulled her resolutely back to face him. “I asked you a question,” he reminded her, one eyebrow quirked in challenge. Glaring at him, she spat out his answer. “Yes. All right? I do. I like this.” She jerked her chin out of his hand and looked defiantly away. “I like it a lot.” ********** 3 "No harm done." He indicated the end of the aisle, where the implements were located, with one outstretched hand. "Before we go, come on down here with me." As if she had a choice in the matter; within a matter of moments, he had steered her down the length of the aisle until they were right in front of the array of discipline devices. Once again he held out a hand, palm up, and said simply, "Choose one. My treat." "Oh, no. I can’t let you do that," Clair protested. "A ride home is more than I deserve." He chuckled. "Oh, no, I’m sure you deserve quite a bit more. Please, choose one. I insist. Because, you see, I’ve decided I’m not giving you a ride home for free. It’s going to cost you." "It is?" Clair frowned. "How much? I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of cash on me." One long finger chucked her gently under the chin. "No money, little one. What I want is to give you one good spanking. With whatever implement you choose, and my hand of course." "I don’t know…" Clair began, biting her lower lip. "Yes you do. And you know damn well that you’ll enjoy it. Why else would you be in the spanking section of the local adult bookstore?" Clair stamped her foot again. She glared at him from under lowered lids. Then she finally conceded with, "Even if that is true, it doesn’t mean I have to admit to it." He sighed. "I’m growing impatient. Choose now or lose your ride, baby." Without even thinking, Clair flung her hand out and grabbed the first thing it landed on. She gasped when she saw what it was: a smooth black leather paddle on one side, it was at least 12 inches long and lined with soft black fur on the other. Before she had a second to react further, Simon had gently taken it from her hand and had turned her towards the front of the store. "And don’t call me baby," she snapped at him as he steered her to the cashier, mostly just because she was at a loss for words. "Well then, why don’t you tell me your name?" he suggested mildly. "That way I’ll have something else to call you, other than brat, of course." She glared at him. "It’s Clair," she offered begrudgingly. "Clair Foster." Simon put their purchases up on the counter and snapped down an American Express card before Clair even had a chance to fish out her wallet. They waited in tense silence for the cashier to ring up the sale, then started towards the exit together. It was as they were opening the door to the stinging cold rain and hard wind that he turned back to her and said, "Nice meeting you, Clair. Get ready for the spanking of your life." ********** 4 “Take off your pants.” A giggle escaped her. “Boy, you sure are direct and to the point,” she teased him. “Whatever happened to sweet-talking a girl?” “Nicole...” he began warningly. She whistled. “Phew! All right, already, Mr. Grouchy! I’m doing it!” She unbuttoned the top of her pants, then slowly unzipped her fly, holding the phone down there so he could hear the details of her undressing. Then she set the phone on the edge of the bed and used both hands to push the pants down over the swell of her hips, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton as it brushed over her bare skin. When they lay pooled on the floor around her ankles, just the tips of her pink toenails peeked up beneath the clothing. She picked up the phone again and asked, smiling, “Do I leave them where they are, around my ankles, or do you want me to kick them aside?” “Off,” he clarified. “Off completely. The panties, too, although you should know that. And don’t make me repeat myself again, young lady.” Nikki bit her tongue to keep from offering him some smart response. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic at the top of her panties and peeled them down her legs, stepping out of both the capris and the panties. She then balled them up and tossed them at the foot of the opposite side of the bed. “Did you just throw those clothes aside, young lady?” he accused in a low, dangerous undertone. “You know better than that, Nikki, even if I’m not there.” Nicole let out a noise of exasperated disbelief. “Seriously, Charlie!” she exclaimed in frustration. “How the hell do you do that? Do you have some web-based nanny cam set up in here, or what?” He chuckled and the warm amusement in the sound made her breath catch, despite her present aggravation with him. “Well, no, sweetheart,” he said thoughtfully. “No nanny cam. But I must admit, I like the idea. Especially for moments like this one.” He paused to let her visualize what he was thinking. “Because I’d sure love to be able to see you right now, Nikki. My imagination’s good, but a picture is always so much better.” She smiled at the image his idea was bringing to mind. She pictured him watching her in his lonely businessman’s hotel room, flushing as he played peeping tom via webcam while she paddled and pleasured herself. “We’ll have to go shopping for one when I get home, baby,” he promised. “But for right now, I want you to take my pillows and stack them nice and high at the edge of the bed. And then I want you to bend over the pillows – pretend that you’re presenting yourself just for me – do it just the way you would if I was there with you. Oh... and Nikki?” In the process of piling his three pillows one on top of the other, she paused, hearing a familiar tone in his words. The subtle change in inflection made her sex throb. “Y-yes?” She hated the way her words trembled, knowing what a kick he would surely get from the obvious evidence of her arousal. He chuckled lightly, of course. “Don’t touch those clothes you just tossed aside. Leave them right where they are, miss. In exactly the same spot, and in exactly the same manner that you threw them. And, when I get back, I’ll be sure to deal with the careless way you take care of your things when I’m not home. Understand?” She swallowed and pressed a hand to her stomach where legions of butterflies had suddenly soared into frantic flight. Although she wouldn’t have thought it possible, she nevertheless felt her pussy growing heavier with need – wetter with arousal. Her hand stilled on her belly, and it was only by sheer force of will that she stopped herself from delving her fingers down between her legs. Just the mere thought of doing that made her fingers twitch in anticipation while the innermost muscles, hidden away deep inside the most private shadows of her body, shifted and ached in sympathy, as if they were reaching for her fingers and the relief they could bring. “Yes, Charlie,” she said, forcing a teasing lilt into her voice. “I understand.” ********** 5 Now, he clicked the TV off and turned to her with a gleam in his eye. “Are your panties wet now?” he asked pointedly, arching one eyebrow. She seemed to be all blushed out, for this time there was no red stain on her cheeks when she answered. “Yes. Very wet.” He nodded. “I was afraid of that. You, miss, are the worst kind of bad girl, yet – the incorrigible kind. Even after seeing all that, you still want to have your bottom smacked, don’t you?” She nodded her head without hesitation. “Yes. Very much.” “Humph. Well, stand up, then, I suppose.” He waited, still sitting on the couch while she stood up in front of him. “What was your favorite part? When she was spanked over his knee, bent over the table, or over the pillows on the bed?” She considered only briefly before she answered. “I liked it best when she was over his knee. And... I liked it when he pulled her clothes down for her. I liked that better than when he made her do it herself.” “Hmm... Okay, then.” Henry took a loose hold of her wrist and tugged her to his right side, then pulled her forward, helping her to stretch out across his thighs. Once she was positioned over his lap, he took a firm grasp of the waistband of her sweatpants and with a hard yank, jerked them down past her hips and legs, all the way down until they twisted around her ankles. “Oh!” she exclaimed, surprised by the sudden roughness of his action. If there was one thing that Henry Jacobsen did not seem to be at first glance, it was rough. She now lay before him in only a pair of lacy, red panties. Those panties reminded him of her true sexuality – she’d been flirting mercilessly with him for about a year now when she came into the store, and she’d never once showed her shy side until today. He knew it had been a game to her, playing sweet and innocent about the spanking movie. These panties were evidence of the true sensual creature that Nina really was. He gripped them in his fist and wrenched them down hard, too. Because they were more form-fitting than the loose sweatpants had been, the nylon and lace scratched against her fair skin on the way down. Nina gasped, but it wasn’t a sound of pain or complaint; it was clear to Henry that she was enjoying the way he was taking control over her. When her panties had joined her sweatpants in a tangle around her feet, Henry used the flat of his hand to skim across her bottom from cheek to cheek, watching how her round globes flattened and moved against his hand. He thought of how the woman’s buttocks had looked in the movie, as they bounced under the man’s hand and paddle, and he grew hard beneath her, as he imagined the firm, pale cheeks beneath his hand doing the same. “Are you ready?” he asked her softly. “Yesss...” She sounded halfway to a climax already. “All right, then. Here we go, Miss Nina. Hold on.” She barely had a chance to follow his advice by grabbing hold of his ankle with both hands. He began to spank her immediately, bringing his hand down hard and fast all over her bottom, but especially low on her cheeks, where she would sit and remember being over his lap for the next few days. The sound of his hand connecting with her bottom was crisp and loud, dwarfing other noises in the room. “You are a most naughty girl,” he scolded, as he smacked. “A very dirty girl, who masturbates after watching movies where girls get their bottoms smacked! Well, how does it feel now, Miss? Are you still all hot and bothered? She didn’t answer him right away, as if she wanted a few extra cracks of his hand to truly make up her mind. But when she finally did, there was no doubting her sincerity. Words apparently couldn’t do her feelings justice because she simply let loose with a low, guttural moan, the likes of which Henry had never heard before. Then she pushed her bottom out at an absurd angle, spacing her legs just slightly apart, as if pleading mutely, “More, please! More!” She now presented him with a clear view of all of her most private parts. She was too enthralled by the spanking, apparently, to be concerned with modesty. The hint of dewy arousal on the nest of curls between her legs made his cock throb. He obliged her silent request for more with vigor. Her bottom skin quickly went from pale ivory, to pink, to mauve. He watched her small globes, as they danced beneath the application of his hand, juttering and bouncing. She began to release tiny cries, part pain, but a greater part pleasure. He increased his speed, and her bottom cheeks flattened beneath each smack. “Oh!” she cried, alternately clutching his knee and the couch cushions, as if trying desperately to keep from being literally smacked right off his lap with each merciless clap of his hand. “Don’t stop! Don’t... stop! Ugh!” “Naughty... naughty... naughty... naughty...” he repeated under his breath, though loud enough for her to hear, timing the chastisement with the tempo of the swats. “Naughty... naughty... naughty...” The repetition of that one word seemed to really rev up her excitement. She began a low keening, rocking her hips against his leg. Henry began to concentrate all his smacks in the same place, right in the low center of her bottom, where her twin cheeks met. “Oh! Oh, God...” Heat was radiating from her reddened skin. Henry kept at it, noting how she ground her pelvis openly against him. Then suddenly it was as though a dam burst inside of Nina. She cried out loudly in orgasm, her hips practically spasming against his thighs, so quickly was she moving them. She let out a long scream and then lay still, exhausted and panting, over his lap, still clutching his knee. “You dirty little thing...” She looked slowly over her shoulder, smiling up at him, obviously very proud of herself. “You just came, didn’t you?” Just as slowly, she nodded her head. Henry shook his head. “As I said earlier. Incorrigible...” “May I sit up now, Sir?” she asked in a cute tone, playfully batting her lashes at him. He sighed as though at his wit’s end. “I suppose so. I’m obviously not going to accomplish anything by this method.” She grinned and scrambled off his lap, her motions hindered by the clothing still tangled around her feet. She kicked the mass of material aside, then hissed when her bottom met the woven fabric of her sofa cushions. She immediately crawled onto his knee, which she didn’t seem to mind quite as much. She sat there, completely unbothered by her semi-nakedness – or perhaps secretly enjoying – the way that she was quite literally driving him crazy with it. She tucked herself against his chest and ducked her head low against his collarbone. “I think I was overdue for that,” she said in a quiet voice. Henry grinned and nodded his head. “I’ll say. Long overdue.” ********** 6 Sarah answered on the third ring. Her voice sounded slightly breathless. “Hello?” “You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Sarah Jane,” he drawled in a low voice. He heard a hitch in her breath on the other end of the line. “Do you know what happens to bad girls, young lady?” There was a pause. No answer came, just the sound of her raspy breathing. “I asked you a question, Sarah.” “I-I-I don’t know.” He shook his head; his shark’s smile growing. “Yes, you do. You know very, very well. Bad girls get their naughty rear-ends spanked. Isn’t that true, Sarah Jane?” He could almost see her in his mind’s eye, shivering at his pronouncement of her fate. Of course, she had to have seen it coming, but he was still sure that she was standing in their kitchen right now, trembling with both trepidation and excitement. “And that’s exactly what is going to happen to you when I get home tonight. Because you, wife, have been especially bad. Haven’t you?” He heard her take in a shaky breath. Then: “Yes.” “That’s right. You have. So, young lady, this is what you are to do.” He paused for a moment, letting her anticipate what he was going to say. “The moment we hang up from this conversation, you are to take off all your clothes. Then you are to go into the kitchen, since so many of your transgressions have taken place there lately, and you are to go through every drawer, cabinet, and closet and set out everything in the kitchen that I could possibly use to spank your naughty behind with.” He paused again to allow this order to sink in. “I want you to set these items out along the island in the kitchen, and if you should run out of room there you can use the breakfast table. Be careful not to miss anything, Sarah, because, if you do I will add a spanking with that implement alone.” Again he paused, listening to her breathing. “Do you understand?” “Y-Yes…” “Good. Now, then, after you have assembled the implements, you are to choose two of them for me to spank your bottom with tonight. Test the implements on your bottom to see which ones you favor. You should set them aside on one of the chairs at the table, so I will know which you have chosen. As I see it, there have been three instances of misbehavior on your part since last night, so you will get three spankings with three different implements, one for each of those. When I get home after work, I will choose the third item to spank you with.” “Um…” his wife’s voice interjected softly. “Four…” “Four? Do you mean there have been four naughty things you’ve done? Not three?” He thought back in his head, counting – the whole dishwasher incident that had started things, her absence that morning, and his lunch. “What’s the fourth thing, young lady?” “I’m not preparing anything for dinner for you,” she said. “On purpose.” Grinning, Ben nodded. “Right. Four it will be then. I’ll have to choose two instead of one when I come in tonight. And you, I think, are going to be one sorry, sore little girl. Isn’t that right?” “Yes, sir.” He cleared his throat. “After you have chosen your two implements, Sarah Jane, you are to go and take a long, hot bubble bath. During that time in the bath I want you to think about your spankings that are coming, and about what a bad girl you were to deserve them. When you get out of the bubble bath, you are to put lotion all over your body so that you will smell like vanilla for me. You are to put your hair back in a braid, and you are to apply no make up or perfume. And, at four-thirty, you are to place yourself in the corner in the kitchen by the phone. Your nose should be in the crevice good and tight and your bottom should be poking out into the room so that you are most aware of it above all other parts of your anatomy. I want you to stand there and wait for me to come home, thinking about the very well-deserved spanking you have coming to you, and that position will help you to do that. At no time during any of this preparation are you to be anything except completely naked. But you are not to touch yourself intimately or in a pleasurable way – because you are being punished for being naughty. Is that all understood?” When she spoke, her voice wavered. “Yes, sir. I understand.” “Good. Let’s start being a good girl, then, from here on? Don’t disappoint me again. Go on and get started now.” And, with that, he pressed the end-call button on his cell and let it fall to his desk. He had an erection like an iron tree trunk between his legs. Damn, it was going to be a long afternoon. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the bath pillow against the edge of the tub. Her mind’s eye immediately flashed back to the implements scattered over the kitchen island, and she felt the pulling ache of arousal in her core. She imagined Ben coming home to find her waiting for him, naked, as he’d instructed, in the corner. He would scold her and make a big fuss, probably, as he deliberated over his choice of items from the pile in the kitchen. Then he would come back to her for the spanking. She wondered if he would position her over his lap, or over a chair, or the table in the kitchen. Perhaps over one of the stools that she’d bent herself over earlier… The more she thought about the spanking to come, the more her sex ached. Her hands longed to reach between her legs, to stroke herself to release. But Ben had told her she was not to do that, not to touch herself for pleasure. So she had no other choice but to wait, and become more aroused and ready by the moment. It was going to be a very long afternoon… Somehow, Sarah made it through the rest of the bubble bath, thinking nonstop about the punishment to come, without resorting to fondling herself. She stepped out of the tub with prunish skin from having soaked so long. She set a towel on the floor in front of the mirror and sink, and stood on it to drip-dry instead of toweling off. She enjoyed the feeling of the small rivulets of water, as they hurried down the curves of her body, and the touch of air coming in from the slightly open bathroom window; she might not be able to touch herself, but she could still enjoy other sensations of touch on her body. While she stood there, she gathered her long, reddish-brown hair back from her face into a French braid. She secured it tightly, anticipating that otherwise it might come loose in her writhing over Ben’s knees later on. She resisted the urge to apply make up; Ben had forbidden it for tonight, and she was already in enough trouble with him as it was. When her skin was mostly dry, she found a bottle of vanilla scented lotion and began to apply it to her entire body. She was liberal with the lotion, and was careful not to miss any part of her anatomy, not even her feet, back, or especially her behind. A glance at the clock told her it was time to face the corner. The only consolation in that was, it meant Ben would be coming home soon. Her sex clenched at the thought of him coming through the door, and what would follow when he did. She placed herself in the corner he had indicated earlier. Burying her nose into the crevice of the walls, she stuck her bottom obscenely out into the room. Doing this, of course, had the exact effect on her that he’d said it would. She could think of nothing else but her upcoming spankings. The skin on her bottom crawled with gooseflesh, and a shiver of delicious, nervous anticipation stole over her. Her vagina felt heavy with her own copious juices. Her breathing had turned ragged. The wai ting was hard. Resisting the urge to touch herself was nearly unbearable. But she knew her husband would make it all well worth it… ********** You can find Pleasure and Pain here: https://www.amazon.com/Pleasure-Pain-Jodi-Bella-ebook/dp/B0784W49P8/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8 or here: https://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=503 and you can find my other novels and short story collections here: https://www.amazon.com/Jodi-Bella/e/B01MS3VRZ3/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1512009591&sr=1-1 or here: https://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=503 Prices range from $2.99 to $3.99 Reviews from the BDSM community and fellow spankos in particular are always valued and greatly appreciated.

Please enjoy the excerpts below from my newest short story collection, called Pleasure and Pain. Do you enjoy the sting of a spanking? Do you love hearing husky threats of punishment from your man? How about role play? Enjoy egging your partner into giving you a "funishment?" If so, then enjoy these thirteen tales of roleplay, light power exchange, romance and more, just for the fun of it. You'll laugh at the antics of the heroes and heroines as they warm your heart. Each of the following cuts are from different short stories within the collection. I'm giving you all some long excerpts this month, 'Tis the season, after all... Enjoy! ********** 1 He was waiting for her, with his arms crossed over his broad chest, just inside the entrance to the barn. As she shuffled inside, his eyes roamed over her face and she felt a deep sense of satisfaction when she saw the pride in his gaze. He said nothing, just pointed to an area where several stacks of hay had been piled together. One bundle in particular had been draped with a worn, flannel blanket. “Bend over the bale with the blanket,” he instructed in a soft timbre. She turned plaintive eyes on him. “Oh, please!” She glanced down at his hands, which had strayed to his belt buckle. The sound of the buckle as he undid it was loud in the confines of the barn. Her eyes rounded as he freed the long length of leather, slowly releasing it loop by loop. “Don’t strap me!” “But a strapping is exactly what you deserve, you naughty girl. Are you trying to tell me that you aren’t a bad girl who needs a good whipping?” He considered her briefly, and then shook his head. “Not that long ago, you were bragging to me that you’re a naughty girl. Are you saying something else now?” She looked guiltily down at her feet, invisible in the folds of her jeans and underwear. “No. You’re right. I am bad. But, please, don’t whip me.” He chuckled as he folded the belt in half, getting a good grip on the two loose ends. “I am going to whip you. Good and hard, and for as long as I like. And you are going to thank me afterwards. Because you are going to like it. Bad girls always do.” He motioned with the belt to the bale of hay he’d indicated early. “Now, bend over.” Even if she’d wanted to, she wouldn’t have been able to refuse him. Pleasing him was her addiction. And besides, she only played at trying to get out of the licking because it was a part of the game. Inside, where she was honest with herself, she admitted how much she really wanted it. Everything that he dealt out was a gift to her. She had yearned for it for so long, and had tried with so many others before him. She could never turn him down, regardless of what his request was because he was the one who hadn’t turned her own requests away. So, she did what he’d asked. She bent forward at the waist, leaning across the blanketed bale, sticking her bare bottom out towards him. A few minutes passed once she was in position, and when she grew impatient with waiting for the first lick of his belt, she turned her face back towards him while still staying in place. He was standing behind her in silence, studying her. “Nice,” he mumbled, just as she was about to ask what was wrong. “But it could be better.” A second later, she gasped as she felt his hard erection press against her backside. She’d barely had a moment to recover from that, and he was bending over her back, molding his body over hers, into a mirror image of her own. His hands grasped her wrists, pulling her arms gently where he wanted them, stretching them across the bale of hay until she could grasp the opposite edge. Doing this pressed her torso tight against the thin, worn blanket that covered the hay, and doing so made tiny pieces of hay poke up against her belly and breasts. Her nipples were instantly hard like pebbles, straining against her bra and blouse and for a moment, she rubbed herself shamelessly against the hay bale, whimpering at the sensations. He chuckled low in her ear. “Hussy,” he accused and the way he said it made it sound like a four letter word. As abruptly as he’d bent over her, he suddenly stood up, though he did keep his crotch up tight against her bare behind. His arm swept down across her pelvis, between her belly and the hay bale, and a sharp jerk caused her to arch her back to his liking. Her pussy throbbed and clenched, aching for his touch, which was so close and yet so far away at the same time. Now her bottom jutted up and out at an extreme angle, sending her soft round cheeks abruptly into his rock hard member. For just the smallest moment of time, he allowed them both the pleasure of stroking himself against the cleft in her bottom. And then he was right back to business again, stepping back and breaking that connection. His hand briefly replaced it, stroking her bare, still pinkened, cheeks. “Stay just like that,” he cautioned, his tone husky. “Don’t move.” It was cold when he stepped away from her. But not for very long... She could hear him regaining his grip on the belt behind her, the faint clinking of the buckle as he adjusted his hold. Then there was a moment of silence, and she closed her eyes in sweet anticipation, imagining the way he stood behind her, sizing her up. The first kiss of the leather lifted her up onto her toes. The second whipped across her bottom with a sound as loud as a firecracker. The third crisscrossed the first two and she pictured how her bottom must look with the three red lines forming an intersection across the hillocks of her skin. On the fourth stroke, she leaned into the hay, rubbing her breasts shamelessly, enjoying the prickle through her blouse and bra as the sting bloomed and ebbed on her backside. The fifth brought out her first cry, though it was one filled with lust and passion, sounding nothing like pain. “Oh, yes,” he said behind her, “I know you love it.” She lost count after that, too excited by the sensations. The leather lashed against her over and over again, and she felt herself thrusting her hips up to meet it now, heard herself keening and crying out in pleasure as each SNAP! made connection with her bottom. She felt the growing heat, imagined the increasing hue of red that her behind must now be painted with. Her hands fisted in the blanket, tugging it with each additional lick and she panted, near release. “Please!” she finally said, not even aware at first that she had spoken her thoughts out loud. She blinked as another hard lash fell, making her sex clench plaintively, as if echoing her oral request. “Please, what?” he asked, and even though she wasn’t facing him, she could still see him grinning that evil grin of his. “Please! You know... you know what I want.” She didn’t know why it was so hard for her to say, or why he insisted – every damn time – that she do so, it was just that way. But that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t try to get out of it all the same. “I’m afraid you’re going to need to be more clear,” he said, feigning regret. A fresh smack from the belt met her bottom and she moaned with abandon. She waited out two more strokes, writhing now with wanting. “Please. I want you... please...” He was suddenly bent over her, his lips at her ear. “Are you saying... that you want me to fuck you?” He said the words as if they were the most scandalous thing he had ever heard. She raised her eyes to meet his and rubbed her bottom back against the front of his jeans. She nearly purred when the rough denim met her freshly whipped skin. “Yes. Please. Please... fuck me.” His grin was a brilliant flash of white in the dim barn. “Well, when you put it like that, how’s a fellow supposed to resist?” He frowned for a moment, considering her. “Isn’t there something you’re forgetting about, though?” “What? What do you mean?” He grinned. “Seems to me somebody was really enjoying the hell out of that whipping. Just like I said she would. Maybe you’d like to thank me for it?” She rolled her eyes, but when she met his gaze, her expression was sincere. “Thank you. Thank you very much for that hot, sexy whipping on my very naughty bottom.” “Hmm. Yes, that was nice. And you are most welcome.” He grinned and tossed the belt aside, and then there was the unmistakable sound of his fly unzipping. A moment later, his warm, erect penis pressed against her hot flanks, and his hands appeared, cupping her breasts through her shirt and bra..... ********** 2 “Stop right there,” he said. She paused awkwardly and stood still, feeling his gaze on her body. A moment later, he stepped up behind her, and she felt his fingers as they hooked inside the elastic band at the top of her panties. Then he was lowering them, jerking them hard and fast down her body until they pooled around her ankles. She gasped as his hand pressed, flat and unmoving, on her bare backside. He leaned towards her, his mouth just inches from her ear. She could smell his breath – minty and sweet. “I’m going to make your little bottom hot and red and itchy. I’m going to make it sting and hurt. I’m going to spank you until you’re kicking and pleading for me to stop. You’re going to be sore for days afterward, and you’ll think of me every time you move. You’ll remember this lesson, and you’ll know better the next time. You’ll know to face the music with your husband instead of taking your chances with a stranger.” Her entire body was trembling with his words, and her bottom cheeks were clenched tightly under his hand. She was so wet, she was surprised that she wasn’t dripping onto the floor beneath her feet. Zella saw a slow smile spread over Connor’s face. “You like this, don’t you?” he guessed, and her head snapped towards him in surprise. His smile spread at the truth he saw in her eyes. “You do,” he marveled. His blue gaze glimmered with humor. “I bet your little pussy is just pulsing and slick right now, isn’t it?” She quickly looked away from him, flushing all the way to her toes. As if trying to answer for itself, said pussy throbbed and ached in response, but Zella’s mouth twisted tightly closed. Connor grasped her chin in his hand and pulled her resolutely back to face him. “I asked you a question,” he reminded her, one eyebrow quirked in challenge. Glaring at him, she spat out his answer. “Yes. All right? I do. I like this.” She jerked her chin out of his hand and looked defiantly away. “I like it a lot.” ********** 3 "No harm done." He indicated the end of the aisle, where the implements were located, with one outstretched hand. "Before we go, come on down here with me." As if she had a choice in the matter; within a matter of moments, he had steered her down the length of the aisle until they were right in front of the array of discipline devices. Once again he held out a hand, palm up, and said simply, "Choose one. My treat." "Oh, no. I can’t let you do that," Clair protested. "A ride home is more than I deserve." He chuckled. "Oh, no, I’m sure you deserve quite a bit more. Please, choose one. I insist. Because, you see, I’ve decided I’m not giving you a ride home for free. It’s going to cost you." "It is?" Clair frowned. "How much? I’m afraid I don’t have a lot of cash on me." One long finger chucked her gently under the chin. "No money, little one. What I want is to give you one good spanking. With whatever implement you choose, and my hand of course." "I don’t know…" Clair began, biting her lower lip. "Yes you do. And you know damn well that you’ll enjoy it. Why else would you be in the spanking section of the local adult bookstore?" Clair stamped her foot again. She glared at him from under lowered lids. Then she finally conceded with, "Even if that is true, it doesn’t mean I have to admit to it." He sighed. "I’m growing impatient. Choose now or lose your ride, baby." Without even thinking, Clair flung her hand out and grabbed the first thing it landed on. She gasped when she saw what it was: a smooth black leather paddle on one side, it was at least 12 inches long and lined with soft black fur on the other. Before she had a second to react further, Simon had gently taken it from her hand and had turned her towards the front of the store. "And don’t call me baby," she snapped at him as he steered her to the cashier, mostly just because she was at a loss for words. "Well then, why don’t you tell me your name?" he suggested mildly. "That way I’ll have something else to call you, other than brat, of course." She glared at him. "It’s Clair," she offered begrudgingly. "Clair Foster." Simon put their purchases up on the counter and snapped down an American Express card before Clair even had a chance to fish out her wallet. They waited in tense silence for the cashier to ring up the sale, then started towards the exit together. It was as they were opening the door to the stinging cold rain and hard wind that he turned back to her and said, "Nice meeting you, Clair. Get ready for the spanking of your life." ********** 4 “Take off your pants.” A giggle escaped her. “Boy, you sure are direct and to the point,” she teased him. “Whatever happened to sweet-talking a girl?” “Nicole...” he began warningly. She whistled. “Phew! All right, already, Mr. Grouchy! I’m doing it!” She unbuttoned the top of her pants, then slowly unzipped her fly, holding the phone down there so he could hear the details of her undressing. Then she set the phone on the edge of the bed and used both hands to push the pants down over the swell of her hips, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton as it brushed over her bare skin. When they lay pooled on the floor around her ankles, just the tips of her pink toenails peeked up beneath the clothing. She picked up the phone again and asked, smiling, “Do I leave them where they are, around my ankles, or do you want me to kick them aside?” “Off,” he clarified. “Off completely. The panties, too, although you should know that. And don’t make me repeat myself again, young lady.” Nikki bit her tongue to keep from offering him some smart response. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic at the top of her panties and peeled them down her legs, stepping out of both the capris and the panties. She then balled them up and tossed them at the foot of the opposite side of the bed. “Did you just throw those clothes aside, young lady?” he accused in a low, dangerous undertone. “You know better than that, Nikki, even if I’m not there.” Nicole let out a noise of exasperated disbelief. “Seriously, Charlie!” she exclaimed in frustration. “How the hell do you do that? Do you have some web-based nanny cam set up in here, or what?” He chuckled and the warm amusement in the sound made her breath catch, despite her present aggravation with him. “Well, no, sweetheart,” he said thoughtfully. “No nanny cam. But I must admit, I like the idea. Especially for moments like this one.” He paused to let her visualize what he was thinking. “Because I’d sure love to be able to see you right now, Nikki. My imagination’s good, but a picture is always so much better.” She smiled at the image his idea was bringing to mind. She pictured him watching her in his lonely businessman’s hotel room, flushing as he played peeping tom via webcam while she paddled and pleasured herself. “We’ll have to go shopping for one when I get home, baby,” he promised. “But for right now, I want you to take my pillows and stack them nice and high at the edge of the bed. And then I want you to bend over the pillows – pretend that you’re presenting yourself just for me – do it just the way you would if I was there with you. Oh... and Nikki?” In the process of piling his three pillows one on top of the other, she paused, hearing a familiar tone in his words. The subtle change in inflection made her sex throb. “Y-yes?” She hated the way her words trembled, knowing what a kick he would surely get from the obvious evidence of her arousal. He chuckled lightly, of course. “Don’t touch those clothes you just tossed aside. Leave them right where they are, miss. In exactly the same spot, and in exactly the same manner that you threw them. And, when I get back, I’ll be sure to deal with the careless way you take care of your things when I’m not home. Understand?” She swallowed and pressed a hand to her stomach where legions of butterflies had suddenly soared into frantic flight. Although she wouldn’t have thought it possible, she nevertheless felt her pussy growing heavier with need – wetter with arousal. Her hand stilled on her belly, and it was only by sheer force of will that she stopped herself from delving her fingers down between her legs. Just the mere thought of doing that made her fingers twitch in anticipation while the innermost muscles, hidden away deep inside the most private shadows of her body, shifted and ached in sympathy, as if they were reaching for her fingers and the relief they could bring. “Yes, Charlie,” she said, forcing a teasing lilt into her voice. “I understand.” ********** 5 Now, he clicked the TV off and turned to her with a gleam in his eye. “Are your panties wet now?” he asked pointedly, arching one eyebrow. She seemed to be all blushed out, for this time there was no red stain on her cheeks when she answered. “Yes. Very wet.” He nodded. “I was afraid of that. You, miss, are the worst kind of bad girl, yet – the incorrigible kind. Even after seeing all that, you still want to have your bottom smacked, don’t you?” She nodded her head without hesitation. “Yes. Very much.” “Humph. Well, stand up, then, I suppose.” He waited, still sitting on the couch while she stood up in front of him. “What was your favorite part? When she was spanked over his knee, bent over the table, or over the pillows on the bed?” She considered only briefly before she answered. “I liked it best when she was over his knee. And... I liked it when he pulled her clothes down for her. I liked that better than when he made her do it herself.” “Hmm... Okay, then.” Henry took a loose hold of her wrist and tugged her to his right side, then pulled her forward, helping her to stretch out across his thighs. Once she was positioned over his lap, he took a firm grasp of the waistband of her sweatpants and with a hard yank, jerked them down past her hips and legs, all the way down until they twisted around her ankles. “Oh!” she exclaimed, surprised by the sudden roughness of his action. If there was one thing that Henry Jacobsen did not seem to be at first glance, it was rough. She now lay before him in only a pair of lacy, red panties. Those panties reminded him of her true sexuality – she’d been flirting mercilessly with him for about a year now when she came into the store, and she’d never once showed her shy side until today. He knew it had been a game to her, playing sweet and innocent about the spanking movie. These panties were evidence of the true sensual creature that Nina really was. He gripped them in his fist and wrenched them down hard, too. Because they were more form-fitting than the loose sweatpants had been, the nylon and lace scratched against her fair skin on the way down. Nina gasped, but it wasn’t a sound of pain or complaint; it was clear to Henry that she was enjoying the way he was taking control over her. When her panties had joined her sweatpants in a tangle around her feet, Henry used the flat of his hand to skim across her bottom from cheek to cheek, watching how her round globes flattened and moved against his hand. He thought of how the woman’s buttocks had looked in the movie, as they bounced under the man’s hand and paddle, and he grew hard beneath her, as he imagined the firm, pale cheeks beneath his hand doing the same. “Are you ready?” he asked her softly. “Yesss...” She sounded halfway to a climax already. “All right, then. Here we go, Miss Nina. Hold on.” She barely had a chance to follow his advice by grabbing hold of his ankle with both hands. He began to spank her immediately, bringing his hand down hard and fast all over her bottom, but especially low on her cheeks, where she would sit and remember being over his lap for the next few days. The sound of his hand connecting with her bottom was crisp and loud, dwarfing other noises in the room. “You are a most naughty girl,” he scolded, as he smacked. “A very dirty girl, who masturbates after watching movies where girls get their bottoms smacked! Well, how does it feel now, Miss? Are you still all hot and bothered? She didn’t answer him right away, as if she wanted a few extra cracks of his hand to truly make up her mind. But when she finally did, there was no doubting her sincerity. Words apparently couldn’t do her feelings justice because she simply let loose with a low, guttural moan, the likes of which Henry had never heard before. Then she pushed her bottom out at an absurd angle, spacing her legs just slightly apart, as if pleading mutely, “More, please! More!” She now presented him with a clear view of all of her most private parts. She was too enthralled by the spanking, apparently, to be concerned with modesty. The hint of dewy arousal on the nest of curls between her legs made his cock throb. He obliged her silent request for more with vigor. Her bottom skin quickly went from pale ivory, to pink, to mauve. He watched her small globes, as they danced beneath the application of his hand, juttering and bouncing. She began to release tiny cries, part pain, but a greater part pleasure. He increased his speed, and her bottom cheeks flattened beneath each smack. “Oh!” she cried, alternately clutching his knee and the couch cushions, as if trying desperately to keep from being literally smacked right off his lap with each merciless clap of his hand. “Don’t stop! Don’t... stop! Ugh!” “Naughty... naughty... naughty... naughty...” he repeated under his breath, though loud enough for her to hear, timing the chastisement with the tempo of the swats. “Naughty... naughty... naughty...” The repetition of that one word seemed to really rev up her excitement. She began a low keening, rocking her hips against his leg. Henry began to concentrate all his smacks in the same place, right in the low center of her bottom, where her twin cheeks met. “Oh! Oh, God...” Heat was radiating from her reddened skin. Henry kept at it, noting how she ground her pelvis openly against him. Then suddenly it was as though a dam burst inside of Nina. She cried out loudly in orgasm, her hips practically spasming against his thighs, so quickly was she moving them. She let out a long scream and then lay still, exhausted and panting, over his lap, still clutching his knee. “You dirty little thing...” She looked slowly over her shoulder, smiling up at him, obviously very proud of herself. “You just came, didn’t you?” Just as slowly, she nodded her head. Henry shook his head. “As I said earlier. Incorrigible...” “May I sit up now, Sir?” she asked in a cute tone, playfully batting her lashes at him. He sighed as though at his wit’s end. “I suppose so. I’m obviously not going to accomplish anything by this method.” She grinned and scrambled off his lap, her motions hindered by the clothing still tangled around her feet. She kicked the mass of material aside, then hissed when her bottom met the woven fabric of her sofa cushions. She immediately crawled onto his knee, which she didn’t seem to mind quite as much. She sat there, completely unbothered by her semi-nakedness – or perhaps secretly enjoying – the way that she was quite literally driving him crazy with it. She tucked herself against his chest and ducked her head low against his collarbone. “I think I was overdue for that,” she said in a quiet voice. Henry grinned and nodded his head. “I’ll say. Long overdue.” ********** 6 Sarah answered on the third ring. Her voice sounded slightly breathless. “Hello?” “You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Sarah Jane,” he drawled in a low voice. He heard a hitch in her breath on the other end of the line. “Do you know what happens to bad girls, young lady?” There was a pause. No answer came, just the sound of her raspy breathing. “I asked you a question, Sarah.” “I-I-I don’t know.” He shook his head; his shark’s smile growing. “Yes, you do. You know very, very well. Bad girls get their naughty rear-ends spanked. Isn’t that true, Sarah Jane?” He could almost see her in his mind’s eye, shivering at his pronouncement of her fate. Of course, she had to have seen it coming, but he was still sure that she was standing in their kitchen right now, trembling with both trepidation and excitement. “And that’s exactly what is going to happen to you when I get home tonight. Because you, wife, have been especially bad. Haven’t you?” He heard her take in a shaky breath. Then: “Yes.” “That’s right. You have. So, young lady, this is what you are to do.” He paused for a moment, letting her anticipate what he was going to say. “The moment we hang up from this conversation, you are to take off all your clothes. Then you are to go into the kitchen, since so many of your transgressions have taken place there lately, and you are to go through every drawer, cabinet, and closet and set out everything in the kitchen that I could possibly use to spank your naughty behind with.” He paused again to allow this order to sink in. “I want you to set these items out along the island in the kitchen, and if you should run out of room there you can use the breakfast table. Be careful not to miss anything, Sarah, because, if you do I will add a spanking with that implement alone.” Again he paused, listening to her breathing. “Do you understand?” “Y-Yes…” “Good. Now, then, after you have assembled the implements, you are to choose two of them for me to spank your bottom with tonight. Test the implements on your bottom to see which ones you favor. You should set them aside on one of the chairs at the table, so I will know which you have chosen. As I see it, there have been three instances of misbehavior on your part since last night, so you will get three spankings with three different implements, one for each of those. When I get home after work, I will choose the third item to spank you with.” “Um…” his wife’s voice interjected softly. “Four…” “Four? Do you mean there have been four naughty things you’ve done? Not three?” He thought back in his head, counting – the whole dishwasher incident that had started things, her absence that morning, and his lunch. “What’s the fourth thing, young lady?” “I’m not preparing anything for dinner for you,” she said. “On purpose.” Grinning, Ben nodded. “Right. Four it will be then. I’ll have to choose two instead of one when I come in tonight. And you, I think, are going to be one sorry, sore little girl. Isn’t that right?” “Yes, sir.” He cleared his throat. “After you have chosen your two implements, Sarah Jane, you are to go and take a long, hot bubble bath. During that time in the bath I want you to think about your spankings that are coming, and about what a bad girl you were to deserve them. When you get out of the bubble bath, you are to put lotion all over your body so that you will smell like vanilla for me. You are to put your hair back in a braid, and you are to apply no make up or perfume. And, at four-thirty, you are to place yourself in the corner in the kitchen by the phone. Your nose should be in the crevice good and tight and your bottom should be poking out into the room so that you are most aware of it above all other parts of your anatomy. I want you to stand there and wait for me to come home, thinking about the very well-deserved spanking you have coming to you, and that position will help you to do that. At no time during any of this preparation are you to be anything except completely naked. But you are not to touch yourself intimately or in a pleasurable way – because you are being punished for being naughty. Is that all understood?” When she spoke, her voice wavered. “Yes, sir. I understand.” “Good. Let’s start being a good girl, then, from here on? Don’t disappoint me again. Go on and get started now.” And, with that, he pressed the end-call button on his cell and let it fall to his desk. He had an erection like an iron tree trunk between his legs. Damn, it was going to be a long afternoon. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against the bath pillow against the edge of the tub. Her mind’s eye immediately flashed back to the implements scattered over the kitchen island, and she felt the pulling ache of arousal in her core. She imagined Ben coming home to find her waiting for him, naked, as he’d instructed, in the corner. He would scold her and make a big fuss, probably, as he deliberated over his choice of items from the pile in the kitchen. Then he would come back to her for the spanking. She wondered if he would position her over his lap, or over a chair, or the table in the kitchen. Perhaps over one of the stools that she’d bent herself over earlier… The more she thought about the spanking to come, the more her sex ached. Her hands longed to reach between her legs, to stroke herself to release. But Ben had told her she was not to do that, not to touch herself for pleasure. So she had no other choice but to wait, and become more aroused and ready by the moment. It was going to be a very long afternoon… Somehow, Sarah made it through the rest of the bubble bath, thinking nonstop about the punishment to come, without resorting to fondling herself. She stepped out of the tub with prunish skin from having soaked so long. She set a towel on the floor in front of the mirror and sink, and stood on it to drip-dry instead of toweling off. She enjoyed the feeling of the small rivulets of water, as they hurried down the curves of her body, and the touch of air coming in from the slightly open bathroom window; she might not be able to touch herself, but she could still enjoy other sensations of touch on her body. While she stood there, she gathered her long, reddish-brown hair back from her face into a French braid. She secured it tightly, anticipating that otherwise it might come loose in her writhing over Ben’s knees later on. She resisted the urge to apply make up; Ben had forbidden it for tonight, and she was already in enough trouble with him as it was. When her skin was mostly dry, she found a bottle of vanilla scented lotion and began to apply it to her entire body. She was liberal with the lotion, and was careful not to miss any part of her anatomy, not even her feet, back, or especially her behind. A glance at the clock told her it was time to face the corner. The only consolation in that was, it meant Ben would be coming home soon. Her sex clenched at the thought of him coming through the door, and what would follow when he did. She placed herself in the corner he had indicated earlier. Burying her nose into the crevice of the walls, she stuck her bottom obscenely out into the room. Doing this, of course, had the exact effect on her that he’d said it would. She could think of nothing else but her upcoming spankings. The skin on her bottom crawled with gooseflesh, and a shiver of delicious, nervous anticipation stole over her. Her vagina felt heavy with her own copious juices. Her breathing had turned ragged. The wai ting was hard. Resisting the urge to touch herself was nearly unbearable. But she knew her husband would make it all well worth it… ********** You can find Pleasure and Pain here: https://www.amazon.com/Pleasure-Pain-Jodi-Bella-ebook/dp/B0784W49P8/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8 or here: https://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=503 and you can find my other novels and short story collections here: https://www.amazon.com/Jodi-Bella/e/B01MS3VRZ3/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1512009591&sr=1-1 or here: https://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_list&m=503 Prices range from $2.99 to $3.99 Reviews from the BDSM community and fellow spankos in particular are always valued and greatly appreciated.

Please check out my latest release from Blushing Books, The Wedding Lingerie, a story of erotic and disciplinary spanking plus honeymoon sex When Christina gets carried away and blows over three hundred dollars on fancy lingerie for her honeymoon, she knows she’s in for it. Especially since she and her fiancé, Brian, have just recently had a long talk about the need to save money. It doesn’t help matters that, being underwear, she cannot simply return her purchases. But Brian is nothing if not creative. If they can’t take the lingerie back to the store, he figures they may as well make the best of it. He has just the right plan to do that: a week full of creative discipline that Christina won’t soon forget. http://amzn.to/2tr7CiV Excerpts: 1 Swallowing down her nerves, Christina lifted up the skirt of her nightie and showed him the front of the thong, and then let the skirt flutter back down. When she just stood there after that, Brian flashed her an irritated look and said, “Now the back, please.” Sighing softly, she turned around and repeated the process. Except, when she did, Brian immediately said, “Now, hold it right there, missy.” A second later, he was standing right behind her. He fingered the fine lace and satin bow of the thong, and then ever so gently put pressure on her lower back, urging her wordlessly to bend over at the waist. Just as soundlessly, Christina complied, her face now turning a new shade of red. With her bent over nearly double, Brian urged Christina’s legs apart. And, once that was done, it was very apparent just exactly what type of thong she had on. The pad of his thumb grazed the exposed inner lip of her vagina, and a tremor rocked through her. A long, low whistle cut the air right by her knee, which was where her husband’s head currently was, looking up at the crotchless area. “Why, Christina Marie Reinmiller!” he exclaimed. “These are dirty, bad girl panties!” He shot a mock-startled look up at her face. The pad of his thumb rubbed her clit in just one slow, delicious circle. She was helpless to stop the soft moan that fell from her throat. “You bought bad girl panties!” Christina couldn’t decide which urge was stronger – the one to laugh from the mock sternness in his voice or the one to melt into a puddle at his touch. “This little outfit looks so innocent and sweet, even if it is a little on the transparent side,” he remarked. “And then you have on these naughty panties. They belong on a little slut. These panties alone are a spankable offense.” 2 It was almost like a mini climax when the spanking came to an end, and then she just stood there before him: exposed, fiery hot, wet, and ready. He splayed a hand across the cleft of her bottom, feeling the heat he’d created equally on both sides. She was still bent over. His hand traveled very slowly down the crevice of her bottom and then dipped around front to tease between her thighs. His fingers came away wet and musky. She heard his zipper a moment later, and his hands appeared at her breasts, reaching through the sides of the apron she still wore. He captured her bare globes, their peaks stiff against his palms. Gently, he plucked with his fingertips at her nipples, causing her to moan. In the shell of her ear, he whispered, “What do you say? Can I fuck my wife now?” He ground his pelvis against her bottom from behind to emphasize the rawness of his phrasing. The scruff of his facial hair stubble scuffed her cheek in a wonderful way, and a moment later his teeth tugged on her ear lobe. She grinned and slanted a glance back at him. Widening the stance of her legs in welcome, she pushed her bare bottom back against his body. “By all means…” A moment later, she felt the first fluttery touch of the head of his penis against her vagina, as he stroked her from behind, his breath slanting down along her shoulder, and a racking shudder of pleasure shook through her. And it was just the beginning. 3 “I want you to do something for me, okay? For the rest of these swats. Can you do that?” She frowned, suspicious of the tone in his voice. “What is it?” She turned to peer over one shoulder, angling sharply so she could see the mischievous glint in his eye as he grinned at her and explained what he wanted. “I want you to put your little hands down between your legs, into your secret place. And while I spank you, I want you to pleasure yourself. I want to watch you rub your clit while I spank you until you cum.” Christina felt herself gaping but she couldn’t quite make her mouth close. She stared at her husband so long that her neck began to hurt from the angle it took to look at him. “You want me to… masturbate?” “I want you to pleasure yourself while I’m spanking you. It’s a little different than jacking off all alone in a dark room somewhere,” he corrected. Then he shrugged. “But then again, we’ve already established what a naughty little thing you are and how badly you need to be punished, so is it really such a stretch of the imagination that I might have found you masturbating, decided to spank you for your deviant behavior, only to discover that the spanking only further turned you on?” 4 Finally, with a sigh, she wordlessly stepped up to the desk, bent over at the waist and rested her forearms on the work surface. Within a second, the back of the deplorably short uniform skirt was whisked up and laid on her back, revealing the miniscule, black, silk thong she was wearing. ‘Professor Reinmiller’ whistled behind her. “Miss Whitaker! I thought I was shocked by your total disregard for dress code policy regarding uniform skirt length and blouse tightness! But this absolutely takes the cake! These are not regulation white panties! Are they, Miss Whitaker?” Christina couldn’t help but snicker. He sounded so funny, between the way he kept calling her ‘Miss Whitaker,’ and how he was referring to the absurdity of her sexy schoolgirl outfit now. “Did you just laugh at me, young lady?” Snort! “No! No, Sir.” Giggle. “Yes, you did. This is not a funny matter, miss. I can see I have my work cut out for me with you. Oh yes, I do. At least, these panties will make spanking you nice and easy, considering I won’t even have to tug them down over your hips to properly discipline you. Still, I am very disappointed. Now, you just wait right there, with your naughty backside up in the air like that, while I go and find something appropriate to paddle you with. Don’t you move.” It felt rather sexy to lay there, her breasts pressed flat against the desk, her hands grabbing it on one side, her bottom pushed out, nearly naked and waiting. She was obviously ready for a man to come and make good use of her – whether for sex or a good spanking or for both was still to be seen, but her position was clear that one or the other was coming and very soon. The knowledge made her legs tremble and her clit twitch. When the ‘professor’ returned, he had a ruler in his hand. It was a regular twelve-inch ruler, but Christina knew it well and she knew it was thick and hard. 5 “When you get out of that corner, cupcake, I’m going to take you on this bed,” her husband told her. “I’m going to put you right on top of me and while I make love to you, I’m going to spank your little bottom, just the way you like it the best.” She flushed, as he spoke to her, but her loins flooded with desire and heat. “And you’re going to come apart into a million little pieces in my arms, Chrissy. And when that’s all said and done, I’m going to do it again. And again. Until your legs are so tired, you can’t walk straight. Or maybe I’ll keep on going ‘til you just can’t stand.” She already felt like her knees were about to buckle, just hearing him talk about what he planned to do to her. “I’m going to lay you out on this bed of rose petals, and drape your thighs over my shoulders, and I’m going to go down on you, Chrissy. I’m going to make you scream my name when you cum.” He smiled proudly. “It’s a damn good thing we’re out here in the wilderness, where no one can hear us.” 6 “Touch yourself. Your bottom. Your breasts. For me. While you stand there.” She turned back to the crevice of the walls with a small, secretive smile. She said not a word, but she very slowly brought her hands to her bottom and cupped her warm cheeks, gently kneading the abused flesh, even lightly scratching it. “Yeah, baby, just like that,” Brian encouraged. Christina’s hands gradually moved from her bottom down her legs; she bent completely in half at the waist and stroked first one leg, then the other, from thigh down to toes. Behind her, Brian whistled, long and low. “You’re quite a picture right now, just beautiful. The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my whole life.” She took her time teasing him; he’d asked for it, after all. When she stood back up, it was time for her to turn around and face the room… the perfect time to tease him by touching her front. Of course, it was much harder to do than her bottom and legs had been. But she took a deep breath, met her husband’s heated gaze, and laid her hands on her breasts. She heard his soft intake of breath, and a lopsided smile tugged at her lips. She cupped her breasts, pushing the mounds of flesh together, tweaking the nipples gently into hard pebbles. She bent her neck low and pressed a kiss onto each little knoll. Then she raked her hands leisurely down from her breasts, over her tummy, to the junction of her thighs. With a wink in her husband’s direction, she very slowly began to rub herself, watching her husband, as he watched her. “Don’t cum,” he told her. Her eyebrows rose. “Says who?” “Says me. Don’t you cum. Not without me, this time. You hear me?” “You’re the one who wanted me to do this over here in the corner!” “Yeah, I know. And now I’m the one telling you, you are not to cum without me.” See my other books for purchase at [http://amzn.to/2rTp6T3]

Please check out my latest release from Blushing books, The Reunion! Each chapter features the story of a different couple at their ten year high school reunion weekend, which seems to have an unusual theme -- M/F spanking, both erotic and punishment. Excerpt: “Okay! I get it!” she gasped. “I’m sorry already!” “Not as sorry as you’re going to be...” “Oh, no! Wait!” Midway through winding up for a fresh volley of smacks, Rich paused and regarded her silently. He was nothing if not fair... if she wanted a chance to convince him to go leniently on her, he’d give it to her. Then he’d start in fresh all over again, anyway. In his opinion, Gwen had been needing someone to take her in hand like this for way too long, and no amount of wheedling on her part was going to dissuade him from his intentions. It was during that brief moment of silence while she tried to think of something to say to spare her from more blistering swats, that he happened to look down, and that was when he saw it: her nipples. Her very obvious, rock hard, taut little nipples, standing up at attention. Despite the humid, oppressive heat of the evening and the fact that she was supposedly “scared” by what was going on between them at the moment. The hard line that had been Rich’s mouth a moment before softened into a crooked grin. Very slowly, he drew his gaze away from her breasts and looked up into her wary eyes. Then, just as slowly, he returned his gaze back to her breasts. He cleared his throat meaningfully. “It would appear that the lady doth protest too much,” he challenged. “It’s not... I...” Gwen stammered. Rich’s gaze warmed as he watched her squirming under his scrutiny. “Move your legs apart,” he commanded, being careful not to break eye contact. “Why?” she asked, her voice hitching breathlessly. “What... now what are you going to do?” “You’ll see in a moment. Now, do as I told you...” He saw the internal struggle on her face. The fight between one part of her that wanted to do as he said, and another part that probably wanted to punch him in the nose. After a few heartbeats, she inched her legs aside by infinitesimal steps until they were roughly a shoulder’s width apart. “Please!” she begged when she felt his fingers dip into the elastic at the top of her panties. Her eyes were wild on his face, searching his gaze. “Are you begging me to stop, or to continue?” he asked. His mouth kicked up at the corners as he fought back a grin over the look of torn confusion on her face. “Do you even know which it is?” When she didn’t answer, he decided to treat the question as another rhetorical one. With one hard tug, he pulled her lacy underwear down past her hips and over her bottom cheeks, exposing the round, pinkened hillocks to the summer air. Rich paused for a moment to gather the underwear in a neat line, stretched taut between her knees. He knelt beside her and noticed how her legs trembled. “Let’s just see, shall we? Are you begging for me to stop or continue? Your body ought to tell the truth, despite whatever your mouth might say...” His hands cupped her low on her bottom, and he poised his thumb just below her nest of curls, now open to his hands. “Please... don’t...” He stayed there a moment longer, playing out the tension, allowing her to anticipate the moment when he would reach up into her warm, wet core. He looked up at her and grinned at the fact that her hands had stayed where he’d first put them, stretched out above her head, even though he was no longer holding them there. When he felt he’d let her squirm long enough, he ran the fingers of his free hand over the crotch of her panties and smiled. “You’ve got wet panties here, little girl. What a naughty thing you are! Getting all wet and hot over this spanking I’m giving you...” At that exact moment, a drop of her inner juices fell with once-in-a-lifetime precision onto the thumb that he still held poised, though not touching, beneath her pussy. He chuckled throatily and stood up. Gwen was resting with her forehead leaning against the brick wall, her eyes closed in mortification. “Did you feel that?” he whispered into her ear, loving the way her face flamed intensely red even in the gathering dusk. She didn’t have to answer him out loud. The tiny nod of her head and deepening of her blush was more than answer enough. “Stay... Just... Like... That...” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his side. Then he started spanking again. This time, he made sure to give her time between the smacks to appreciate the heat and the sting. He scattered the slaps around the whole of her bottom, moving from side to side and up and down, even giving her a couple on the very tops of her thighs where her skirt would still hide any redness that might arise. She whimpered under his attentions, and her breath grew ragged and labored. She almost sounded, to Rich’s ears, anyway, as if she was on the brink of an orgasm. But she stayed in the position he’d put her in. And she held on, in that dark side alley outside her high school reunion dinner dance, through a good solid ten minutes of open-handed slaps to her bare bottom. When Rich decided she’d had enough, he released his hold on her waist and stepped behind her. He leaned over her shoulder, allowing the front of his pants to graze against the tender, red area of her backside, and he whispered in her ear, “Do you know what I want to do now, Gwendolyn?” She glanced back at him with heated eyes. “What?” “I want to take you, just like this, right here, where anyone could come along and find us. I want you to stand there, just like you have been since I put you in that position, while I fuck you from behind. I want to let your well-spanked ass cradle me as I glide inside of you. While I pump in and out of your pussy, I want your sensitive behind to feel my hips and pelvis with each thrust. And I want to cup those little nipples of yours while I come inside you.” He nipped at the earlobe that he’d guided her outside by. “What do you think of that, Gwen?” He allowed his thumbs, just once on each side, to gently graze her distended nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse and was rewarded with a throaty sigh. “So, go ahead and do it,” she managed to say, maybe trying to sound bold and uncaring, but only coming out sounding like what she really was... desperate for him to do just what he’d threatened to. “Don’t you want to dare me, first?” he joked. Available for purchase through Amazon at: https://www.amazon.com/Reunion-Jodi-Bella-ebook/dp/B072B9BKQ7/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8 Please also check out my other novels at: https://www.amazon.com/Jodi-Bella/e/B01MS3VRZ3/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1 Reviews from community members are always welcome and appreciated!

Please check out my latest release from Blushing books, The Reunion! Each chapter features the story of a different couple at their ten year high school reunion weekend, which seems to have an unusual theme -- M/F spanking, both erotic and punishment. Excerpt: “Okay! I get it!” she gasped. “I’m sorry already!” “Not as sorry as you’re going to be...” “Oh, no! Wait!” Midway through winding up for a fresh volley of smacks, Rich paused and regarded her silently. He was nothing if not fair... if she wanted a chance to convince him to go leniently on her, he’d give it to her. Then he’d start in fresh all over again, anyway. In his opinion, Gwen had been needing someone to take her in hand like this for way too long, and no amount of wheedling on her part was going to dissuade him from his intentions. It was during that brief moment of silence while she tried to think of something to say to spare her from more blistering swats, that he happened to look down, and that was when he saw it: her nipples. Her very obvious, rock hard, taut little nipples, standing up at attention. Despite the humid, oppressive heat of the evening and the fact that she was supposedly “scared” by what was going on between them at the moment. The hard line that had been Rich’s mouth a moment before softened into a crooked grin. Very slowly, he drew his gaze away from her breasts and looked up into her wary eyes. Then, just as slowly, he returned his gaze back to her breasts. He cleared his throat meaningfully. “It would appear that the lady doth protest too much,” he challenged. “It’s not... I...” Gwen stammered. Rich’s gaze warmed as he watched her squirming under his scrutiny. “Move your legs apart,” he commanded, being careful not to break eye contact. “Why?” she asked, her voice hitching breathlessly. “What... now what are you going to do?” “You’ll see in a moment. Now, do as I told you...” He saw the internal struggle on her face. The fight between one part of her that wanted to do as he said, and another part that probably wanted to punch him in the nose. After a few heartbeats, she inched her legs aside by infinitesimal steps until they were roughly a shoulder’s width apart. “Please!” she begged when she felt his fingers dip into the elastic at the top of her panties. Her eyes were wild on his face, searching his gaze. “Are you begging me to stop, or to continue?” he asked. His mouth kicked up at the corners as he fought back a grin over the look of torn confusion on her face. “Do you even know which it is?” When she didn’t answer, he decided to treat the question as another rhetorical one. With one hard tug, he pulled her lacy underwear down past her hips and over her bottom cheeks, exposing the round, pinkened hillocks to the summer air. Rich paused for a moment to gather the underwear in a neat line, stretched taut between her knees. He knelt beside her and noticed how her legs trembled. “Let’s just see, shall we? Are you begging for me to stop or continue? Your body ought to tell the truth, despite whatever your mouth might say...” His hands cupped her low on her bottom, and he poised his thumb just below her nest of curls, now open to his hands. “Please... don’t...” He stayed there a moment longer, playing out the tension, allowing her to anticipate the moment when he would reach up into her warm, wet core. He looked up at her and grinned at the fact that her hands had stayed where he’d first put them, stretched out above her head, even though he was no longer holding them there. When he felt he’d let her squirm long enough, he ran the fingers of his free hand over the crotch of her panties and smiled. “You’ve got wet panties here, little girl. What a naughty thing you are! Getting all wet and hot over this spanking I’m giving you...” At that exact moment, a drop of her inner juices fell with once-in-a-lifetime precision onto the thumb that he still held poised, though not touching, beneath her pussy. He chuckled throatily and stood up. Gwen was resting with her forehead leaning against the brick wall, her eyes closed in mortification. “Did you feel that?” he whispered into her ear, loving the way her face flamed intensely red even in the gathering dusk. She didn’t have to answer him out loud. The tiny nod of her head and deepening of her blush was more than answer enough. “Stay... Just... Like... That...” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his side. Then he started spanking again. This time, he made sure to give her time between the smacks to appreciate the heat and the sting. He scattered the slaps around the whole of her bottom, moving from side to side and up and down, even giving her a couple on the very tops of her thighs where her skirt would still hide any redness that might arise. She whimpered under his attentions, and her breath grew ragged and labored. She almost sounded, to Rich’s ears, anyway, as if she was on the brink of an orgasm. But she stayed in the position he’d put her in. And she held on, in that dark side alley outside her high school reunion dinner dance, through a good solid ten minutes of open-handed slaps to her bare bottom. When Rich decided she’d had enough, he released his hold on her waist and stepped behind her. He leaned over her shoulder, allowing the front of his pants to graze against the tender, red area of her backside, and he whispered in her ear, “Do you know what I want to do now, Gwendolyn?” She glanced back at him with heated eyes. “What?” “I want to take you, just like this, right here, where anyone could come along and find us. I want you to stand there, just like you have been since I put you in that position, while I fuck you from behind. I want to let your well-spanked ass cradle me as I glide inside of you. While I pump in and out of your pussy, I want your sensitive behind to feel my hips and pelvis with each thrust. And I want to cup those little nipples of yours while I come inside you.” He nipped at the earlobe that he’d guided her outside by. “What do you think of that, Gwen?” He allowed his thumbs, just once on each side, to gently graze her distended nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse and was rewarded with a throaty sigh. “So, go ahead and do it,” she managed to say, maybe trying to sound bold and uncaring, but only coming out sounding like what she really was... desperate for him to do just what he’d threatened to. “Don’t you want to dare me, first?” he joked. Available for purchase through Amazon at: https://www.amazon.com/Reunion-Jodi-Bella-ebook/dp/B072B9BKQ7/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8 Please also check out my other novels at: https://www.amazon.com/Jodi-Bella/e/B01MS3VRZ3/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1 Reviews from community members are always welcome and appreciated!

My 4rth novel was released yesterday through Blushing Books on their website and Amazon. Link and excerpt are below for anyone interested in some spanking romance http://amzn.to/2mRgBXC When he enclosed her with one arm braced on either side of her on the counter with her in between and demanded harshly, "Look at me!" she felt herself growing weak with desire. She met his sharp gaze and swallowed hard. "First of all," he rasped. "I never claimed to be a gentleman, so don't expect it. Second of all, you can bet your sweet butt that I do have a say in this. And you're not getting away from me until I've said it all. Third, you'd better have a good explanation for all of this, Alicia. Because I'm not buying it." She nodded jerkily, her face burning as she wondered if he knew how aroused she was just from the talking-to he was giving her and the way he had her pinned there, immobile. He hadn't even touched her and she was already aching for him. Lord, what was her problem? She shouldn't be turned on by this, by his anger. She knew what a real spanking from him was like and she didn't want another! He studied her a few minutes in silence, moving a strand of hair away from her eyes and cupping her cheek, then the side of her neck. He glanced down further and noticed, about the same time as she did, how rock hard and eagerly straining her nipples were through the worn flannel nightgown. His chuckle was as warm a sound as his breath felt on her skin. With one light finger, he traced a circle around one aching bud, glancing up mischievously to see her reaction play across her face. "Does this turn you on, Alicia?" he asked silkily. "Me crashing in here and scolding you for your behavior? Telling you what's going to happen and physically overpowering you, dominating you? Even after the spanking you got the other night from me?" His finger moved to her second nipple and teased a twin ring around it. She gasped involuntarily and blushed hotter. "Ah, there's that blush I'm so partial to. I'll take that as a yes... damn, what do you know..." Alicia whimpered and tried to pull back from him and his touch, enjoying it far too much and too disturbed by her attraction to his dominance and her desire for more of it. "You're gonna hurt your back, sweetheart, you keep pulling away from me like that..." He was so damn proud of himself! Standing there like a damn granite statue of cowboy sex appeal and making her body scream for him. She punched him in the chest, pouting because she knew she'd hurt her fist more than him. "You stop being angry at me, darlin', and you just might enjoy yourself." He continued touching her breasts, teasing around the nipples, and chuckled at her look of distressed desire. Every so often he grazed one nipple very gently with the pad of his thumb and she would arch against his touch. "Don't touch me..." she pleaded, her voice totally lacking in conviction. Her head lolled back over her shoulders, then snapped up as he bent his head and nipped ever so lightly at her nipple through the fabric of her nightgown. "I want you to stop touching me like that!" she cried more harshly this time. Luke leaned closer to her and spoke right in her ear. "You can stop the brat act, Alicia. You've made it clear to me today that I've neglected you. And I promise, you'll have your spanking tonight, just the way you need it." She sagged against him, hating herself and the thrill that shot through her at his words. Any other woman would have run for the hills, but, oh no, not her. She melted at just the images his words brought to mind. She sighed and murmured, "I don't know what's wrong with me!" Luke pulled back from her and shook his head. "There's not a thing wrong with you, Alicia, honey. Not one thing." He framed her face in his hands and kissed her with a violent slowness, a leisurely plunder that left her knees weak and her eyes glazed when he eventually pulled back and gave her a gentle smile. He ran one hand over her blond hair and kissed her forehead. "Now that that's settled," he said, taking her hand. "Let's go have us that talk..." Check out all of my books at Amazon: The Brat Next Door -http://amzn.to/2lqMQzu Gabby's Secret -http://amzn.to/2mq95W8 Lucky In Love -http://amzn.to/2mnGzEg

Sorry for the lengthy post; I know it's long but there are some very helpful parts I think. These ideas are not mine, I did not write them. They're from "Dom's Guide to Submissive Training vol. 1." I found it very informative and wanted to share it here because I figured other people would as well. Keep in mind, this is just one way of doing things. This won't work for everyone and I am not even saying it would work for me, I just though some people might benefit from it. It is also from a book for D/s not just spanking, so some things don't apply, and while the author uses a female as the sub, the genders could also be reversed. This is from chapter three, Physical Submission. Take Her Spanking Temperature: Pain tolerance and response is unique to every person. SOme submissive women have a vast experience with spanking and can absorb a great deal of pain; others begin to kick and pull away at the slightest tough. Women also have different ways of showig their pain or pleasure. Some women jerk and pull away sobbing but are actually sexually aroused and enjoying the pain, and other women may stoically take the spanking but not find much pleasure in the process. For the first act of training, you want to give her a good long spanking with different implements and postures to see what creates the best response and how much pain she can take. Many masters do this before the contract is signed as a way of getting to know their intended sub, but if you haven't done it by the time she is collared you need to start with this immediately. For the first spanking, give her a safe word to use to stop the spanking when she has had enough/too much. . . . Sit on the edge of the bed and drape her over your lap. You can also start the spanking over the knee, but this is going to be a long spanking so it's better for her back to let her lie across you. Begin by rubbing and feeling her bottom, taking control of her. Stop several times during the spanking to rub, apply lotion, or kiss her. . . . Start with a light warm-up spanking, hand only, until a pink hue covers her globes. As time progresses go from tapping to smacking harder and bringing up a deeper shade of red. Once she is lifting her legs in response (but not doing the spanking dance) stop and caress her for a moment. Show her a wooden hairbrush or small paddle. Throughout the spanking always show her what you are using so she will know how each one feels. Give her a good hard hairbrush/paddle spanking until her legs are pumping up and down (the spanking dance). Her bottom should be splotched red and starting to bruise slightly. Send her to stand with her nose in the corner (no rubbing or tuching) while she catches her breath. For the next round use a larger paddle (like a ceremonial paddle) or a cane if that is your preferred instrument. Have your sub return and bend over the bed, legs slightly apart and give her six swats or strokes withe cane) with the paddle ranging in impact from light to harsh. If she is able to endure more, position her on her back and lift both legs. Hold her calves or ankles with one hand (known as the diaper position) and use a belt or tawse on her "sit spot. . . ." Continue the spanking using each of the implements you have. Try to bring her to tears or to a moment where she uses the safe word. When the spanking is over, comfort and care for your submissive. Have a conversation about which implements she enjoyed (save that list for erotic spanking) and which ones she hated/feared (place those on the discipline list). Make sure she knows you are proud of her for enduring such a hard spanking. Punishment Spanking: For larger mistakes or steps out of bounds, be prepared to take her OTK or across the bed and give her a good, hard disciplinary spanking. Importan note: NEVER GIVE A DISCIPLINARY SPANKING IN ANGER. Wait until you are clear minded so it can be a teaching situation and not a "fight." You must be in control. Discipline spankings differ from the other parts of her physical submission because they are supposed to hurt and not bring her pleasure. If your sub is a "pain slut" . . . you will need to make sure the discipline spanking hurts sharply and is over quickly before she has a chance to convert the feeling into pleasure. A lexan paddle provides a very sharp, quick sting that will do a good job punishing a person with a high pain tolerance. A punishment spanking does not follow the same ritual (warm up, rubbing, lotion, etc.) as a pleasure spanking. The purpose is to correct behavior. The methadology of a punishment spanking is: 1. Lecture sternly. Stand your sub in front of you and explain what is wrong and why. 2. Immediate positioning. Immediately put her OTK or over the bed. 3. One implement, hard and fast strokes. Dont use a lot of different toys, this isn't play. 4. Stop when she is crying or truely remorseful. Gratitude. She must thank you for your discipline. 5. Aftercare. When it is over, it is imperative you hold her, comfort her and forgive her. ' Don't be afraid to spank her to tears. Aftercare is the most important part of a punishment spanking. Because other types of spankings are used in your relationship, punishment spankings must be different, but also have good results. Your sub will feel distress at not pleasing you before she is spanked, because pleasing you is her heart's desire. After the spanking, hold her and kiss her lightly. Tell her you are proud of her for taking her spanking. Finally, once the punishment is over, the incident is over. Do not keep bringing it up or reminding her of what happened. Let her know that punishment takes away guilt and makes her free. Erotic Spanking: Punishment spankings are fast, painful, and done in a one-way direction (you punish, she takes it). Erotic spankings are part of sex play. They are slow, usually made of only light to moderate pain, and are more playful than purposeful. Safe words can be used as part of play but they generally aren't necessary. Erotic spanking is done usually as foreplay. It's a way to redden up your sub and create arousal for you both. Sex play often involves softer implements such as your hand, a soft leather or flexible hand paddle, a light leather flogger or light use of a riding crop. The goal of erotic spanking is to tingle the skin and the senses, not overload your sub with pain. Once your relationship moves from training to everyday life both of you will initiate erotic spankings as part of your sexual relationship. Maintenance spankings: You'll discover a big part of training is rituals -- certain things done a certain way all of the time. The purpose of ritual is to change patterns in thought, expectation, and behaviorso they become the norm in the relationship. Submissive women often connect their partner's desire to spank them as a sign of strength and love for them. As such, there should be a daily spanking ritual in place to reaffirm her during the tense days of training. On the internet and in some BDSM cicrles you hear a lot about "bratting" -- women who act out or purposely break the rules in order to earn a spanking. SUbs who do this are usually immature and aren't getting enough attention from their partner. Providing a daily maintenance spanking gets rid of this annoying habit because it helps your sub feel continually cared for and provides and strong ritual for her to expect and enjoy. Maintenance spankings are usually done in the morning first thing or at night before bedtime. Maintenance spankings are lighter than discipline spankings but a littler harsher than an ertic spanking. . . . A sub should be given an expected position or ritual to follow for her maintenance spanking. She should bring you the hairbrush or set out the chair and wait for you to sit down and take her in hand. The spanking should redden her behind and leave the sting behind for about 30 minutes. You aren't trying to disable her from working; you just want a daily reminder that she is loved and cared for under your protection. If you do not live with your sub and do not have access to her every day, instruct her to give herself a maintanence spanking each mornign and report to you that she has fulfilled your wish. Long handed wooden bath brushes are very good for self spanking. The handle is long enough for the woman to reach around and be able to swat herself, and the flat wood on the back of the brush makes a solid thud against her bottom. If you have a secure phone or internet connection, she can always spank herself on Skype for you to watch, or send you a picture of her red bottom. Other Punishments: Spanking is not the only way to control your sub's behavior. Bondage, rope games, physical challenges, and display are also ways you could punish her. Important note: NEVER WITHDRAW YOUR AFFECTION OR ATTENTION AS A FORM OF PUNISHMENT. This woman has put her life, her heart, her mind, her emotions, and her body into your hands because she trusts you and your love for her. She has willingly put herself in a position to depend on you. If you take away your affection she will feel betrayed and alone. That's emotional abuse. Good punishments are often related to the offense that happened and involve a natural consequence. For example, if your sub disobeys you and stays up late on the internet although you told her to go to bed early, not only does she deserve a hard spanking, but you can also forbid her from getting on the computer for a few days. If her car is messy, spank her and have her clean it in front of you wearing short-shorts to reveal her spanked bottom. If your sub is embarrassed by traditional childlike punishments sch as coner time or writing lines, use that to your advantage and have her stand in the corner showing off her spanked bottom for a time, or giver her a hard paddling and then make her sit on a wooden chair and write a thousand times. You can also put the kitchen table/writing punishment tp stronger use and after her spanking have her write a 1000 word essay by hand on a topic. Creative punishments not only make a point to your sub, but they also add a little spice and variety to the training time. Instead of "just another spanking" your sub can experience new feelings, sensations, and lessons. It also shows her you have thought about her and aren't just being a lazy paddler. After all punishments a sub should always apologize for her behavior and thank you for your correction.

I don't see any way to do this on SN. Am I missing something? I got carried away and wrote 500+ pages. 15 stories. It's on Amazon. Has literary merit (I think), because it's not just a bunch of spanking scenes. Romance, humor, drama, erotic, etc.

Why had she been such a silly young lady ? The question kept going through Samanthas head over and over again as she sat on the hard wooden stool. A young maid in the service of Master Holbine she was awaiting a disciplinary interview. Her recent progress review had been bad with black marks against her name for laziness, uniform infractions, carelessness and swearing. And there was worse. Samantha had been stealing from the Master. She had convinced herself it was just borrowing and that she would give it all back but the odd pound coin here and there soon become the odd fiver or tenner then small ornaments and then Mrs Ralfe the head cook had caught her in the act. She had been scolded and reported to Master Holbine who had given instructions for her to dress in her uniform of black dress, white lace apron and black sheer stockings and sit in his office on the small stool in front of his desk at exactly 3 pm and wait for him. The time seemed like an eternity. Samantha tried not to cry. Please let me keep my job...please she thought. The door opened behind her... "Stand up straight girl !" the familiar voice boomed... To be continued...

I have been a spanker for over twenty years, for much of that time as a professional spanker, I find that many of the ladies (and I only spank ladies or couples) who visit me for disciplinary spanking gravitate after a session or two to a mixture of erotic and disciplinary. My free website www.thedisciplinarian.com details much of my experience and besides advice to 'newbies' I also give examples of ladies, couples and even lesbians I have spanked. For me the disciplinary spanking was the 'bread and butter' on the table but the erotic spanking drew out from the laies the pleasures - as well as the pain! On my website I have tried to put video examples of me using all of the main instruments and also pictures of some of those I favour. By the way I am now retired professionally but still have 'play' with erotic spanking durnovernum133

Okay, I'll gladly, and emphatically nail my colours to this erotic mast. Anyone who has ever spoken with me here already know this as a fact - often disputed, and I love a good debate with anyone who argues against, but (purely my own opinion - and I am entitled to it) At its core, spanking - esp bare handed, between consensual adults is erotic. Dress it up, dress it down.... make yourself comfortable with it in any way you like, I'll pull up a chair, stick around, disagree, g'wan, I know you want to!!!! Ask yourself this spankees, would you be comfortable receiving a bare-handed otk spanking on your naked butt by someone of the same sex. If the answer's 'hell no', it's probably an indication... that's all I'm saying. Oooh, can of worms? Mistress Annette

Hi there. I discovered my interest in spankings during my last relationship and really enjoyed the roleplaying that goes on. Now that's over but I kinda miss the sessions we had. I'm 27 and living in Toronto while I look for a new girl who might be my spankee. I'm not especially interested in starting a new relationship so if you wanted a more erotic spanking it's something I could do but it wouldn't lead anywhere. In general I am open to trying new things though... if this ad intrigues you send me a message and let's talk it over and find out what you want. About me: 5'11, muscular and in good shape, hairy, look somewhat Middle eastern... uncommonly personable except when spanking.