Dungeon Crawl - a little light spanking

Ready for a little light spanking? For the Dungeon Crawl this week I'm bringing you an excerpt from my story Twenty-four Surprises. It's a festive-themed story, which I guess is a little odd when Easter's coming up, but I hope you'll forgive that because it does have some lovely domestic discipline in it. It's from Winter Warmers, published by House of Erotica. Now, if you'd care to assume the postion:

He shows me the paddle. Black. Check. Leather. Check. Smaller than I’d imagined. He pushes it to my face, down by the sofa cushions. “Kiss it, Sam. You have to kiss the implement of correction, don’t you. You remember?”

I may have said that, yes. I purse my lips and give it a smacker, my face flushing red. My ass feels like it’s glowing already, sticking up there like a beacon. Tom brushes a hand over it and dips a finger under. “My, how wet you are darling. It just shows what a depraved creature you are.”

One track of my mind is thinking that his Victorian gentleman act is just ridiculous, while another is imagining grand drawing rooms and crowds of sombrely clad men clustered around tethered, bent-over females with their acres of skirts and petticoats pushed up over their heads. Tom rubs the paddle over each cheek, drawing out the anticipation so much I wiggle my hips and invite him to get on with it.

“All in good time, Sam. You need to reflect on your misdemeanours first, have them pictured in your mind when the paddle lands. Otherwise, how will you learn? You must learn that your perverse, unladylike fantasies will be met only with punishment, not rewarded with fulfilment.”

What misdemeanours? Who cares? Maybe I didn’t do the breakfast dishes this morning when it was my turn. Maybe I don’t iron his socks. Maybe I haven’t adequately scrubbed the step or blacked the grate. Whatever that means.

“Are you ready to accept your punishment?”

“Yes.”

“Are you truly penitent?”

“Yes.”

“You will count the blows.”

“Yes.”

Thwack.

It’s definitely harsher than the satin paddle. Heavier, stingier, louder. “One.”

“You may now rearrange your attire and carry on with your duties.”

Huh?

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Put your knickers back on and help me make the dinner.”

“What? Is that it? That can’t be it."

If that single little spank has left you unsatisfied, be assured there's much more to come in the story. But if you're desperate for more right away, crawl on over to the other blogs taking part this week...

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