I finished the novel last night. All that’s left is a thorough editing and a really hot cover. Killer Heels: A Spanking Detective Novel is coming next week. Follow Diana Street, a no nonsense private detective who splits her time between spanking her secretary and working a high profile murder case. Along the way, she spanks a few other wayward females, as well as straightening out a couple of men who are in desperate need of an “attitude adjustment.” And she solves a murder. In the excerpt below, Miyu Natsumi, a house maid, is interrogated by Detective Bob Wilson as a suspect in the killing. What Miyu doesn’t know is that Diana has a video of the maid getting her ass switched by the man who was later killed.
Killer Heels: A Spanking Detective Novel
I have a weakness for Asian girls, and Miyu Natsumi is no exception. She has a black curtain of shoulder-length silky hair that moves in a gentle wave as she approached. Her neck is curved gracefully, and she has small breasts and high shoulders. Like many Asian girls, she is barely 5 feet 3 inches tall, but has a perfectly proportioned body. Slim and athletic, I took her for a college student, most likely working her way through school. I stood up and offered Miyu my chair.
“No thank you,” she said. “I’d rather stand.” I knew two things right away. Miyu was second or third generation Japanese; her English was perfect. I also knew that her ass was still sore from the switching she’d received at the hands of Daniel Lauren. Just the thought of that sweet ass jiggling under the whipping caused my mind to wander for a moment. I smiled and sat back down in the chair beside Wilson’s desk.
“Miyu,” Wilson said. He almost had the pronunciation perfect. “Would you like some coffee or water?”
“No thank you. I’m fine.” Miyu’s eyes were nearly black, and they sparkled when she smiled. I think may she have been flirting.
Winslow tore his eyes away from the maid. He was clearly taken by her beauty. “This is Diana Street,” he said, nodding in my direction. “She’s a private eye.”
Miyu nodded at me. Thanks to the video I had of her getting whipped, I felt as though we had already met, and I imagined my hand smacking that sweet ass of hers.
“Ms Street,” she said, and bowed slightly.
“Diana.” I dragged my eyes slowly up her body and caught her gaze. “I prefer to be called Diana.” Miyu blushed and dropped her eyes to the floor. She clasped her hands her hands together and fidgeted with her fingers.
Wilson gritted his teeth. He knew that I wanted this woman. So did he. “Let’s get on with this,” Wilson said. “Let’s see what you’ve got on the video.”
“Video?” Startled, Miyu looked up.
“Diana was hired to run surveillance on the Lauren house. This is video she shot yesterday.”
Miyu had the good sense to keep her mouth closed. She had no idea what was on the video, and she wasn’t going to give anything away ahead of the game. I admired her for that. I didn’t peg the maid for a murderer. I couldn’t be sure, but she didn’t seem like the type.
But then again, killers rarely have a type.
The first 10 minutes of the video were quiet. I liked to have a sense of location in my surveillance videos, so I had filmed the entire neighborhood, as well as the Lauren house. The camera lens swept past the garage, the roof, each of the windows and noted the cars that were parked in the driveway. “Is that your Hyundai, Ms Natsumi?” Wilson asked.
“Yes, sir,” the maid replied, shifting from foot to foot. “And please call me Miyu.”
“Of course, Miyu.” Wilson cleared his throat. “You told my officer that you left the house sometime around 2 p.m.?”
“Did you get along well with Daniel Lauren?”
“Did he seem anxious about anything while you were there?”
“I don’t think so, detective. But with Mr. Lauren it was hard to tell.”
“He was the quiet type?”
Miyu put her hands behind her back. I knew that she was thinking about the switching. “I wouldn’t say that he was quiet, but he didn’t let on if he was worried about anything.”
“No problems between the two of you? Or between him and Mrs. Lauren?”
“None between me and Mr. Lauren,” she said. “I don’t know anything about the relationship between him and Mrs. Lauren.”
Wilson reached the point in the video where I stopped panning the neighborhood and settled the lens on the front window. The image flickered for a moment – to conserve the memory card, I had switched off the camera till the action started. That when the bare-assed switching of Miyu Natsumi began at the hands of Daniel Lauren. Miyu watched the video in horror as her butt was blistered in front of Wilson’s eyes, and she winced each time a stroke fell across her lovely ass.