Spanking Storybook

Patriot’s Woman
Chapter Two
By Katrina Devlin

Jane went to do his bidding, and a moment later, an angry Bart Tyler stormed into the little room.

“You disobeyed me, wife,” he said, not caring that he was causing her embarrassment among these gentle folk.

“I guess so,” she said nonchalantly, though her heart was beating frantically.  She took a sip of her ale.  “Did you miss me overmuch?”

She heard Jane Ryan’s indrawn breath at her blatant disrespect.

“You will come with me now, Mariah,” he said icily.  “Immediately.”

“Perhaps,” she said.

How Does Your Garden Grow?
Chapter Seven
By April Hill

“And if you’re half the detective I think you are, you’ll get out there and prove it.”

He grinned. “That half’s not on duty, now, and the half that’s lying here has other things on his mind than Felix Kruger.” He patted the mattress.

“Is that all you ever think about?” she asked sweetly.

“Pretty much. Since I met you, anyway.” He sighed. “You should be flattered. I used to be regarded as a workaholic. Why don’t I go out and pick up something for dinner, then come back here and…”

Beth wasn’t listening. She had focused the binoculars on Felix Kruger’s bedroom window, again.

Guiding Hands
Chapter One
By Jamie Phillips

Laurie followed, still jabbing her finger into his ribs. “So why now, huh? Why the question now?” she demanded, curiously aware, and triumphantly pleased, that her ‘esses’ were sprinkling Bill’s face with her spittle.

“It occurred to me now,” Bill replied. “Nothing else, so cool it.”

“Don’t give me orders,” Laurie practically screamed. “You may be a big shot in the financial world but you’re nothing here.” She pressed even closer until Bill pushed her away. That did it – all her pent up emotion erupted in a wide, ringing smack on the side of his face.

She was so wound up, she barely felt Bill’s hand grasp her upper arm and swing her around. She did, however, feel the flat of his hand landing on the seat of her shorts.

The Cook Off
By Maren

“What did you do, Tami?”

“I became a criminal overnight,” she lied, that awful feeling sinking to even deeper levels the more she evaded the question.

“Don’t get snippish with me, young lady.”

Crap.  She glared at him, recognizing that Look.  That stance.  The way his hand was resting on top of its opposing arm, not flat, but with the thumb moving to flex each finger in turn, from forefinger to pinkie and back up again.  It was his business hand.  And that simple motion was the one he subconsciously used when he wasn’t yet sure if he was going to have to put that business hand to use.  On her.

Spanking the Spy
By Nattie

I heard a squirt, and cringed when something cold plopped onto my bottom hole. I swayed my bottom away from him, and two seconds later, his hand cracked across my butt.

The sound startled me first, then the force of his hand thrusting me forward. A split second later, the pain registered and I gasped. Spanking hadn’t hurt so much in my fantasies.

“Stay,” he said.

He smacked my butt again, and I marveled at the sensations. Spanking hadn’t felt this good in my fantasies, either.

“You don’t fear me enough.” He smacked my bottom again. “You think because we slept together, I won’t call the FBI.” His hand—so large, so wide—paddled my bottom three times fast.

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