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Spanked for Spice – an excerpt


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naked woman in a bikini on a white backgroundSpanked for Spice – When Vivian steals the most valuable spice in the world, she’s offered a choice by the shopkeeper – jail or a sound spanking. But when Vivian’s wife finds out about the theft, only a caning will make things right. WARNING: Contains mature adult themes, BDSM, spanking, caning, and explicit situations. STRICTLY for adults ONLY. All sexual acts depicted are consensual and between adults aged 21 years and over.

EXCERPT:
“This way,” Janet said, leading her friend to the sofa. Vivian opened her eyes again and obediently followed. Sitting on the antique sofa, Janet motioned to Vivian to sit down beside her. Laura sat down in a straight-backed chair in front of the roll top desk.

For several long moment, Janet said nothing. Instead, she held her friend’s eyes with her own for what seemed like an eternity. Vivian sobbed quietly. She knew deep down that Lucy had given Janet permission for this punishment. She shook as a chill swept through her body.

“In just a minute,” Janet said, breaking the silence, “I’m going to spank you.” Janet looked deeply into Vivian’s eyes. “You understand why, don’t you?”

Vivian’s lower lip trembled. She looked away and saw Laura leaning forward in the straight-backed chair. The shopkeeper’s green eyes sparkled with anticipation, and Laura was openly leering at the young woman. Vivian’s flushed a deep red. She was already embarrassed. She didn’t understand why her humiliation had to continue. “Does she have to be here?”

Laura settled back into her chair and crossed her legs. She waited for Janet to answer.

“I’m going to spank you, because you tried to steal from Laura.” Janet took a deep breath. Her blue uniform tightened across her full breasts. “Don’t you think she has a right to watch your punishment?”

Vivian bit her lip. She wanted to say no. To beg again for forgiveness. But she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Vivian knew that Luciana had given her permission for this punishment. Vivian’s wife was angry with her. Adding the humiliation of an audience to a spanking was Luciana’s way of showing that anger. Vivian didn’t want to make her punishment any worse by defying her wife’s orders. “Yes, ma’am,” she finally murmured. “She has a right to be here.”

“So, just to be sure. You know why I’m going to spank you?”

Vivian studied her feet. She was ashamed and frightened. “Yes,” Vivian whispered. She clenched her fingers tightly. Inwardly, she moaned. This was supposed to be a happy time of year, and the saffron was going to be a gift for the woman she loved. She just couldn’t believe that it had all turned out so badly.

“Stealing is never right, Vivian.” Janet licked her lips. “If someone else had caught you, the consequences would be much more severe.”

Vivian closed her eyes. She didn’t want a lecture. She just wanted this over with. Another tear squeezed out between her eyelids.

“Lucy’s just glad that you’re all right and that you’re not going to jail.”

Vivian nodded silently. Behind her, Vivian heard Laura shift in her chair.

“None of us want to see you go to jail,” Janet said. She placed her hand on Vivian’s knee in an attempt to comfort her friend. “Lucy said giving you a spanking would be the best course of action, as long as Laura agreed.”

Vivian opened her eyes and nodded. Tears coursed down her cheek. Janet was right, she thought. So was Lucy. Vivian didn’t want to go to jail, and Laura had agreed not to report the crime, so long as she could watch as Vivian was spanked.

“Stand up, Vivian,” Janet whispered. The young woman squeezed her eyes together tightly, and then slowly stood up in front of the security officer. She opened her eyes and faced Janet. “Now take off your jacket and lay across my knees.”

Trembling, Vivian shrugged out of the heavy garment, and then laid it on the antique sofa. As though chilled, Vivian shivered. She stood looking down at her friend.

“Now, Vivian,” Janet said, patting her lap. “I want you to lay across my lap. You’ve been a bad girl, and it’s time for your punishment.”

With a rueful glance over her shoulder at Laura, Vivian obeyed, laying across Janet’s lush lap. It was only a few days earlier that Lucy had spanked Vivian for overspending her grocery budget. Her bottom was still sore from that lesson. Vivian’s heart pounded. Another spanking over those bruises would sting horribly. Yet Vivian settled into position, her bottom high and her face down. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against the soft fabric of the sofa. It was clean, yet still musty with age. Vivian suppressed a sneeze and wished that she could appreciate the antique furniture. Instead, her tears dampened the aged fabric.

Vivian counted the seconds until her skirt was lifted and her panties pulled down. She knew that would have been Lucy’s directions to Janet – a bare bottom spanking for her wicked deed. Vivian blushed again, and even her bottom turned a bright pink.

A sudden gasp reminded Vivian that Laura was still in the room. She twisted her head and peeked at the shopkeeper. Laura was seated in the straight-backed chair. Her legs were crossed, and she gripped the seat of the chair tightly. Yet it was the look in Laura’s eyes that gave Vivian pause; the shopkeeper’s face was a mask of glee, and Laura’s dark eyes glittered with lust and expectation.

Vivian didn’t have time to wonder what Laura was thinking. A sudden sharp slap impacted her bare bottom, and Vivian gasped. It stung far more than she expected, and Vivian had a fleeting thought that Janet had probably spanked a woman before. Another flat-handed strike followed the first, and a burn spread out quickly through Vivian’s fleshy bottom. Then another impact, and another. Vivian squirmed and kicked. She sobbed like a little girl as the Janet’s firm palm smacked Vivian’s bottom again and again. It was as though a fire was burning on Vivian’s bottom, and Janet’s hand was the hot coal imprinting her tender flesh.


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naked woman in a bikini on a white backgroundSpanked for Spice – When Vivian steals the most valuable spice in the world, she’s offered a choice by the  shopkeeper – jail or a sound spanking. But when Vivian’s wife finds out about the theft, only a caning will make things right. WARNING: Contains mature adult themes, BDSM, spanking, caning, and explicit situations. STRICTLY for adults ONLY. All sexual acts depicted are consensual and between adults aged 21 years and over.

EXCERPT:
Janet lifted her hand to interrupt Laura. “Let’s take this inside the spice shop, Laura. I think you’ll want to hear more.”

Vivian hung her head. Luciana knew what had happened! Janet had told her wife that not only was she in the mall, but that Vivian had stolen from one of the merchants. Vivian trembled noticeably, but shuffled forward as the other two women entered the spice shop.

“Lock the door, Laura.”

“But my customers?”

“It won’t be for too long, ma’am.” Janet’s manner was easy and authoritative – exactly the qualities that made her a good head of security. “I think you’ll agree with what’s going to happen, especially since you still have this.” Janet slipped the bag of saffron out of her pocket and put it on the counter.

Laura’s pretty, green eyes narrowed for a moment, and then she nodded. She locked the door, and then turned around to face Vivian.

Janet walked slowly around her friend. She was silent and took measured steps. Vivian turned her head to follow the security officer. “Really, Janet. Please.” Vivian trembled. She couldn’t think of anything else to say, and Janet’s slow steps terrified her.

After circling Vivian, Janet stopped in front of her friend. She met Vivian’s eyes and spoke slowly: “Lucy thinks that you need a good spanking.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Laura’s eyes widened. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Vivian reeled as though she had already been struck. She, too, was silent, though her tears fell freely.

It was Laura who finally broke the silence. “A spanking?” The shopkeeper was shocked. She expected Luciana to offer to pay for the spices that her wife had tried to steal – anything to keep Vivian out of jail for the holidays. But the idea of a spanking had never crossed Laura’s mind. She knew nothing of the young woman in front of her, and had no idea about Luciana’s belief in discipline.

“Vivian is a bad girl, Laura.” The security officer narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t surprised by Luciana’s decision. Janet hadn’t expected it, but the concept was sound and fit in with Luciana’s lifestyle. “Her wife, Lucy, said that Vivian is to be spanked as a bad girl.” Janet licked her lips. “That is, Laura, if you agree to drop any charges after full punishment has been administered.”

The shopkeeper was stunned. She looked back and forth from Vivian to Janet. The young woman kept her head down; Janet stared hard at her friend. For a long time, Laura held her tongue. She had no real desire to send Vivian to jail, but neither could she let the young woman get away with her crime. She had to be punished. She had to know and remember that stealing was wrong. But a spanking, she thought. A grown woman spanked! Laura considered the idea. Vivian trembled in front of her. Her eyes were down, and she was crying. Gradually, Laura warmed to the idea. A woman – a full grown woman – spanked as though she was a little girl. A wicked smile quirked Laura’s lips.


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Monica’s Need – a fragment


Lesbian_LoveMonica closed the door gently so that the latch barely snicked as the door shut. Twisting the lock to ensure no interruptions, she turned and took my hand, drawing me closer. Monica smiled as she fiddled with the buttons of my blouse and leaned close to brush my lips with her own.

Though I was in no hurry, I raised my own hands to the buttons of her blouse. As the top button opened, I kissed her bare skin. Monica shivered at the touch of my lips. Squeezed together like two butterflies, our urgent need for one another spread like wildfire across our bodies. Our fingers fluttered as each button came free and our blouses opened. I encircled Monica’s waist with my arms and drew her close to my body. The bare skin of her belly was warm against my flesh.

Moaning softly, I pushed Monica back against the bed until we toppled over onto one another. My lips, my breasts, my tummy – all pressed tightly against her; we were a perfect match in size and need.

Sliding my hands down her back, I pulled her hips closer to me. Our breath was fire in one another’s mouth, and I could taste her desire.

I wanted more. I wanted her lips on my body. Her tongue deep inside of me. I wanted all of Monica.

Forcing myself upright, I straddled her hips and looked down at my lover. Her dark eyes flashed her need for me, and I slid my hand up her body and underneath her bra to cup her breast. Rubbing my thumb across her nipple, I felt her stiffen; she wanted more.


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Kim Canes Natalie – a fragment


“All right Natalie,” Kim said, pointing at the straight-backed chair. “I want you to bend over that chair and grip the seat tightly with your fingertips.”

Natalie hung her head, and her dark hair fell forward, obscuring the fear in her face. Behind her, the bedroom door seemed to beckon. All the young woman had to do was turn around and leave – walk out the door, and never look back.

But that would mean that their relationship was over. If Natalie left now, she would never again know Kim’s lighter touch. Her caresses. Kim’s lips against her skin. Her tongue on her sensitive parts. If Natalie chose to avoid her punishment and leave, she might as well just keep walking until the road ended. Because she knew deep down that Kim was right. Punishment was necessary. A part of their life together.

Eventually, Natalie pressed her lips together into a thin, white line and did as she was told. As she leaned over the top of the chair Natalie’s short skirt rode up, showing off a generous length of her firm thighs.

“Do you have a firm grip on the seat?”

Natalie didn’t reply. Miserably, she nodded her head and bit her lower lip.

Gently, Kim raised Natalie’s skirt and tucked it into her girlfriend’s. Then, in one swift move, Kim took hold of the waistband of the her girlfriend’s silk panties and pulled them down to Natalie’s knees. Throughout all of this, Natalie remained still, though her bottom cheeks trembled.

“Keep your knees together,” Kim said. “This is going to hurt.”

Kim backed up a half-a-step and swished her cane through the air. The evil hiss sent a shiver of fear through Natalie, and she moaned low in her throat.

tap-tap-tap

Kim brought the cane down lightly on Natalie’s upturned bottom several times, as though taking aim for the perfect strike. Natalie took in a quick breath and exhaled just as Kim brought the cane down with a loud swish.

TH-WHACK!

The cane landed loudly on the girl’s firmly rounded bottom. Natalie cried out and jumped when the cane bit into her smooth flesh.

Kim paused and allowed her girlfriend to settle. “If you stand up again,” she murmured, “I’ll double the strokes.”

Natalie sobbed. She leaned over the chair once more and presented her bottom cheeks to Kim.

TH-WHACK!

Again the cane slashed the air and landed on Natalie’s throbbing bottom. She cried out again, but held firmly to the seat of the chair. As the third fiery stroke fell across her buttocks, Natalie sobbed out loud, as hot, salty tears streaked her face.

Sylvia Wants a Spanking – a fragment


“You like this, don’t you Sylvia?”

It wasn’t a question, even though she’d phrased it that way. It was more of a declaration: Nancy had discovered my secret – a desire so dark that I kept hidden deep within myself. A desire that  I had never shared with anyone. Shaking, I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even admit it to myself. Two more quick slaps followed the first, and involuntarily, I arched my ass higher, moaning my pleasure.

“Oh, Nancy,” I murmured.

She slapped my bare ass again, and the burn spread out over my backside. There wasn’t any real pain. Not yet. Just a stinging in my ass cheeks that caused me to wiggle in anticipation of the next strike. I was wet, and a familiar warmth grew in my belly.

“You love my hand across your ass, don’t you?”

Again, it was less of a question than it was a statement. I trembled as Nancy grazed my bottom cheeks with the tips of her fingers.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Say it again. Louder.”

I had to swallow before I could speak. “I love your hand on my ass.”

I waited for Nancy’s reaction to my admission, and snuggled tightly into her lap, burying my head in the cushions to hide my shame. My secret was out. An ill-kept secret, but never before spoken aloud. I was fearful of what she would say.

“Good,” Nancy replied. Her voice was low and throaty. “And it’s more than just my hand on your ass,” she said. “You love being spanked, don’t you, Sylvia?”

Before I could answer, she slapped my bottom again. Harder. A meaty smack that brought my head up. I gasped, and Nancy landed another blow. And then another. And another. A ferocious heat built up across my bottom cheeks, and to my shame, I felt a similar warmth low in my gut. My pussy was wet, and I wanted desperately to masturbate as Nancy spanked me. I was confused and just a little frightened by my desires. And yet, as my tears soaked the cushion, I wiggled my ass in anticipation of the next strike.

“Oh yes,” I cried, raising my ass to meet her hand. “Please Nancy. Please spank me. Please spank my ass.”

Nancy said nothing, though she was breathing harshly as the rain of fiery strokes continued.