Spank! blog tour
WARNING: Adult content. Not work-safe.
Welcome, all fans of: 1) spanking, 2) erotic anthologies, 3) erotic writer/editor D.L. King, 4) Logical-Lust Publications.
My story in the book, "Thin-Skinned," is about a relationship that is soon to become long-distance. Will the connection stretch to the breaking-point after one of the lovers has moved to the Big City while the other stays behind? Must the other stay behind? Can a behind or a heart be as delicate as the petals of a prairie lily? Can a spanking ever be a consolation prize? The answers to these questions are in the story, waiting to be revealed.
Meanwhile, here is a short spanking story from my files. Whatever situation inspired it has vanished into the past, but in fiction, the struck-match heat of a moment can live forever.
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For Real
“Baby,” he asks, “are you sure you made it that time? I don’t think you did.” I love the musky smell of his sweat.
“Mm.” I dread answering. Why can’t I just bury my nose in his armpit?
“You didn’t, did you?”
“No. Sometimes I can’t.” Now let’s leave that subject alone.
“Then why do you fake it?? You know I want to give you what you need. Why not tell me what you want?” He really seems distressed. I have been dreading this moment: my punishment for bad acting.
I call this man “Ginger” because of the color of his little beard, which doesn’t match the reddish hair on his head, an interesting male inconsistency. “It’s not your fault,” I tell him. “I love what you do, and I’m not sure I need anything else. Sometimes I’m just at the edge, but can’t get past it, you know? I s’pose you don’t. Look, I wanted to avoid getting this reaction from you. That’s why I faked it.”
His grip on my arms is hard enough to leave bruises. The distraction is almost comforting. “You’ve been faking it most times, haven’t you?”
Okay, I think, You asked for it. “Yes.”
“Jesus!”
I cringe. I need to find the right words. “But I love what you do, and this isn’t your problem. Don’t worry about it. It really isn’t your fault. Don’t you believe me?” I could scream the walls down. He said he wanted honesty!
He is planning the ultimate Labor of Hercules. If necessary, he will split a gut in the effort. I wonder if he carries on like this with his wife, or if she fakes it too.
He kisses me, and I want to get into it, but I am afraid of his need to prove himself. He is growing, apparently without effort. Mmm. I love this. He rolls me on top, which is not what I expected.
I am so ready. I never really came down from last time. I slide on with ease - oh yes. He is twisting and squeezing what he can reach - so far, so good. I want to let go. Just don’t pressure me. He rolls, pulls and stretches. Whatever you want, man. We gallop harder - maybe, maybe, maybe.
Slap! He is grinning up at me. His hand is poised for another one. I’m too surprised to resist, so here it comes again. Slap! Slap!
“Ohhh!” I am trying to take the spanking in stride, but I have lost all control. No wonder he likes this. I do and I don’t. I feel as if my whole body is clenching and unclenching. I know he won’t let me go, at least for now. Eventually, of course, he will have to. “Ohhh, Ginger.”
“That’s good, baby. Now I know what you need.”
So much we don’t say. “Is that why you did it?” I ask him when I can speak.
“Yep.”
Ha.
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If you'd like to read more of my spanking stories, look for "Flaming" in Bottoms Up: Spanking Good Stories, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel (Cleis Press, 2009), here:
www.cleispress.com/book_page.php?book_id=319
and "Where There's Heat, There's Fire," in I Kissed a Boy, edited by Lori Perkins (Ravenous Romance, 2009), here:
www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ikissedaboy-398887-144.html
Or see what else you can find here:
www.JeanRoberta.com