Saturday Spankings-Readers Pick from Anieokly

 

This week for Saturday Spankings, I was doing what I usually do. Sitting here panicking because duck!!! I forgot to write the blog post for Saturday Spankings. Again! Nothing like waiting until the last moment, huh? So I was talking to Anieokly and she suggested readers choice this week. Well, sounds good to me! So her choice is her favorite book Lost and Found. She couldn’t decide two of her favorite parts of the book so I figured, what the heck, and put them both up. So enjoy! And don’t forget to stop over at the Saturday Spankings blog to check out all of the other authors blogs. Click on the book cover to link to Blushing Books to purchase, or Amazon.

 

 

Lost and Found

 

From Ch 8

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. “This is to stay in until I am done. Maybe you’ll think twice before you say anything mean to, or about, anyone else again.”

Maggie gagged. Despite the lovely scent, the French milled soap tasted far worse than she thought it would! Alan aggravated things by changing the strap for his paddle. It was not the small, oval paddle he used on his daughters, rather the one he made specifically for his wayward wife. It was long, wide and thick, with holes drilled spelling the word ‘Maggie’ against the surface. He had only used it on her once before, when she had told him where he could put his cock. And it had not been said seductively.

Maggie started begging, her mouth filled with soap. The music was peaking and she knew that he would not stop until the symphony was complete. She screamed into the pillow as the paddle impacted solidly across her already bruised flesh. She could feel welts pop up instantly. Guilt overwhelmed her when she realized how much her juvenile behavior had hurt him

 

 

From Ch 11

 

“No Bunny tonight. You are a big girl and will be disciplined like a big girl. I’m reminding you that you requested this, so I don’t want to hear any complaining.”

“Yes, Lance. I’m really sorry.”

“Stand up and turn around.”

Noelle obeyed, turning her back to Lance. He unzipped her dress and peeled it down to the floor.

“Step out of your dress, Noelle,” she held his shoulder as he removed the dress from under her feet and tossed it aside. He walked around her as she stood in her shoes, bra and panties. Lance knelt to remove her shoes, glancing up into her face to see her reaction. None yet. She was used to him dressing and undressing her as Daddy.

Standing in front of her, he lifted her chin to face him, then reached behind to unsnap her bra, pulling it slowly away. “Don’t hide from me. Put your arms down,” he ordered. He ran his hand slowly across her breasts, gently touching her left nipple. She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes.

“Keep your eyes open, Noelle.” He hooked his fingers in the band of her panties and skimmed them down to her ankles, lifting each foot to free her from the material. She stood naked in front of him, the vision of perfection.

“Lean over the side of the bed, feet on the floor. Do not move.”

Shaking, Noelle obeyed. Lance’s brooding silence frightened her, and the embarrassment of her nudity made her feel completely vulnerable. She shivered as his large hand stroked lightly across the stretched skin of her bottom and her inner thighs. She started to long for the security of being across his knee with his low, firm voice lecturing her about proper and expected behavior. It was much easier to be forced to endure punishment instead of having to wait silently for it. He was right. Lance’s spankings were far worse than Daddy’s, and it hadn’t even started yet.