Love on The Lucy Dean

Hi everyone, my book Love on The Lucy Dean is now up on the Amazon site ….go check it out 😉

Hope you like….be sure to leave a review and even if you don’t like, still feel free to review.

The paperback will also be available if ya want. It looks pretty nifty even though I say so myself 😄

Love on The Lucy Dean…..as promised a snippet 😊

Short Stuff is up to something. I know it. I should have gone with her, why the heck didn’t I? Lara remonstrated with herself as she downloaded her photos.

Darn, I’m gonna have to go and find out. Closing the lid of the laptop with a snap, Lara caught up her wallet and set off in search of Sasha. I hope she hasn’t done anything silly, and she jogged towards the village.

She heard Sasha before she saw her. Lara sighed and picked up speed. As she flew around the corner, she saw Sasha standing on the village green haranguing a police officer. Her arms waved in the air as she gesticulated.

“Oh, shoot,” she approached the commotion in effortless strides. “Anything I can do Officer?”

“And you are?” questioned the police officer.

“Lara, this, this…,” spluttered Sasha red-faced with anger. Before Lara could respond, she jabbed a finger towards the uniformed officer.

Lara grasped Sasha’s wrist and forced it down, “cool it, Sasha and hush now.”

“No, I won’t, she’s given me a ticket!” Sasha pulled her hand out of Lara’s grasp and waved a piece of paper in front of Lara’s face.

“Honey!” Lara stepped back as the ticket scraped past her nose.

“She said I required a permit to sell my sketches.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing?” Sasha nodded.

“Do you have a permit, honey?” Lara asked calmly. Sasha shook her head.

“As I have already explained to you, Miss, it is illegal to trade unless you have a registered trader’s permit.” The police officer locked eyes with Lara as though pleading for assistance.

 “And I’m not paying the fine,” piped up Sasha, and she scrunched up the paper ticket into a ball and tossed it onto the grass.

Lara raised an eyebrow, “stop your fussing right now, Sasha.”

Sasha opened her mouth and then closed it with a snap. Lara ignored her and addressed the Police Officer. “I apologise for my friend here,” behind her she heard a snort of disgust. “I’ll see she pays the fine, no doubt about that.”

“Like hell, I will,” muttered Sasha.

“Would you give us a minute, please?” Lara nodded at the officer and then grabbed Sasha by her upper arm and frogmarched her out of hearing. “You quit your fussing right now, you hear, otherwise I’m gonna take a strap to your butt when we get back home,” Lara said sternly as they stood out of earshot under the shade of the oak tree. Sasha stiffened, but the tips of her ears coloured a shade of pink.

“Now you go back to the Officer, you apologise, and you accept the ticket.” Lara placed a hand in the centre of her back and steered her firmly towards the policewoman.

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Mortified, Sasha stammered out an apology, aware of Lara standing right behind her. White-faced, she accepted the reissued ticket and watched sulkily as the police officer drove away. “All my hard work for nothing,” she said bitterly. Her shoulders slumped as she read the ticket in her hand. A fine of fifty-five pounds! She risked a glance at Lara.

“I…I lost my temper,” she gave a rueful laugh.

“Mmmhmm,” Lara placed her hands on her hips.

“Er…. sorry,” Sasha nibbled on her fingernail. Oh fuck, she was in trouble.

“You and I need to talk about some things.”

“We do?” she said with alarm, and a tiny tremor rippled through her.

Lara nodded, “Oh, yes. But we’ll do that back on the boat. In the meantime, I’m hungry. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“What now?”

“Honey, you riled me right up, by the way, you lost your temper, I need to calm down before we talk about it.”

“Oh.”

“There’s a neat little café over there, let’s go eat.”

Lara slung Sasha’s backpack onto her shoulder, gripped Sasha lightly by the upper arm and escorted her across the road to the café. She held the door open for Sasha to enter, “I never spank in anger, honey,” she said dryly as she held the café door open for Sasha to pass through.

Oooo look, Jojo is on a roll

Hello again everyone, well it’s been three years in the writing, but I’ve finally managed to finish my book. I will be self publishing on Amazon (fingers crossed sometime next week if all goes to plan). Here is what the cover will look like.

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And here is the blurb…..

Sasha McKenzie, talented artist, disorganised brat, recovering from a failed love affair meets her match in the form of Lara, an architect spending the summer aboard Sasha’s beloved house boat. With understanding and great perception, Lara brings chaos under control with a steady hand, and from a rocky start love blossoms upon The Lucy Dean.

I’ll post a little snippet later on in the week 😉

Jojo’s decided to write a short story….

You can find my new short story on Amazon under my author name of Caroline Bentley. It’s purely a bit of lighthearted fun and follows on from the exploits of Philippa ‘Pip’ Brown who I wrote about in Twelve Seconds: an Anthology of lesbian spanking romance.

Anyway, here is the link:

A big thank you to Logan who said I could post. 🤗🤗🤗

Dear Diary 10/22

Dear Diary,

            My butt hurts. It still has stinging swollen red strips (from what I can see in the mirror) from where my Ma’am thoroughly discussed my behavior with her belt. I’m laying on my bed butt touching nothing hoping the throbbing will subside soon, while Ma’am is in the kitchen doing something. I sometimes wonder why I do this. I always talk my way into more trouble than necessary. I should have known I was in trouble with her before she got here, but alas her message of ‘we need to talk’ was not headed.

            Apparently, she had looked at my journal and realized I’d skipped five days of night meds and three days of daytime meds. That’s what warranted the little message from Ma’am. Honestly, though I was grumpy, probably from missing the meds, but that’s a moot point. When she sent me that message, I might have ignored it. And generally speaking, it’s not good to ignore your Ma’am.

            She got here and discovered my rather messy apartment, piles of dirty laundry and dishes. When she asked me why I hadn’t been keeping up with things. I might have said something along the lines of it not being her business. I can assure you that is not an acceptable response. She had me over her lap with me eye to eye with my couch cushion and bare bottom in the air before I knew what was happening. How does she move that quick?! And how do I always forget how much her hand hurts! She didn’t bother warming me up either. Her hand quickly met my skin imparting heat expressing her displeasure. I couldn’t stay still either! I know I must have looked silly as I squirmed all over her lap as my butt reddened, however, I didn’t care! It huuurrt!

            She stopped and stood me back up in front of her (and didn’t bother pulling my pants back up either!) and started her lecture over. That was so embarrassing, but part of me also wanted to curl up on her lap and cuddle. But that’s not what she had planned. I rubbed my stinging bottom and she questioned me about the state of my life. From the meds to the messy apartment. Everything in me wanted to stomp, but the cool draft of air across my bits reminded me that might not be the best idea. I was expected to stand there and answer her questions and be contrite.

            I hate being lectured and I hate admitting I messed up. But for some reason in the midst of every lecture ever Ma’am seems to bring me around to the idea that I probably deserve some consequences for my actions. I don’t care how many times she says “spanking, strapping, or paddling” it always makes my tummy do flips. And don’t get me started on “young lady, or the worse little girl” which I get if I throw a little tantrum or get whiney. Anyway. She lectured me a longggg time about my meds especially. She doesn’t like it when I skip those. It makes me not feel good, is bad for my health, yada ya ya. She ended up declaring I needed to write a freakin paper about my meds and why it was important, etc. Why do tops have to get all… educational?

            But of course, that’s not all. She declared I needed a sound strapping as a reminder to take my meds the next few days. My butt twitched as soon as she said it. And I am ashamed to admit it, but I might have tried to beg off of it. However, Ma’am got that look. The look that told me that my butt would be in dire danger if I didn’t stop it. Sure it made me pause, but I didn’t want a strapping with her mean belt! And… that’s when she said it!

            “Go get me the plug.” Yeah. That was an oh shit moment. I know my eyes must have been as big as saucers as she sat there in her sharp black business suit looking at me as serious as I have ever seen her look. “And if you don’t want to wear it the rest of the night I suggest you go and get it now.” Any thought of rebellion or sass retreated fast, let me tell you. I trudged through my apartment looking for a plug with some lube before coming back to her. She directed me over her lap and I unwillingly found myself vulnerably bottom up again. I know she must have thought me silly as I whimpered when her hand met my backside, but it is usually an involuntary response as it is usually a promise of what is to come.

            She quietly warned me before my cheeks were spread and I felt the tip of the plug pressing against me. I am still blushing at that. She pressed it slowly and smoothly into my bottom. Afterward, both of us were quite a moment. She was probably letting me get re-acquainted with my old “friend” again. I know I was squirming over her lap though as her gentle palm petted one of my cheeks then the other. It was a silent reminder of just who I belonged to. Finally, when I because used to the full feeling of the plug she quietly asked me, “Are you going to behave now, little girl?” My body shivered at her deep and dominant voice. I could only nod yes into the cushions as she tapped the end of the plug in my bottom. “Use your words, little girl.” It took me a long minute to focus enough to mutter, “yes, Ma’am.” Of course, that wasn’t a good enough response, but those details aren’t important.

            She finally had enough talking and told me it was time to get over the arm of the couch for my strapping. Seemingly, my bottom was “still warm enough” from her initial palm and bottom meeting that she didn’t “rewarm” it. I have many different parts of the spanking process that I hate and bending over the couch or bed or whatever else is just another one. It’s like having to basically ask for what’s coming. Not to mention how much more annoying it is when you have a plug filling your bottom! Alas, I didn’t have the energy or the will power to fight bending over for her even as I heard the telltale sound of her removing her belt. Also, who wears a belt with a women’s suit?! A Top evidently that’s who.

            I was over the arm of the couch holding a pillow again, but this time Ma’am stood somewhere behind me. I could feel her eyes on my raised bottom as goosebumps rose on my skin. Waiting was another part of this process I hated. I felt her rest the belt across my buns soon though and she warned me, “Stay in position unless you want extra on your thighs.” “Yes Ma’am.” was all I could manage to answer.

             The first swat always lies. It is either not as bad as you expect or a hell of a lot worse than you remember. This time it was the first. The first swat hurt sure. Especially where the tip landed on my right cheek but it was manageable with just a mew. The next was much like the first. It left some sting, but I thought it was manageable. I’m not sure when it happens probably after a dozen swats or so it becomes not manageable anymore!

            No, your butt heats up quick when it’s dancing with well-worn leather. It’s hard to describe, but it’s like this really deep burning sting that just grows across your entire bottom as the swats, build on top of each other. Ma’am is usually quiet while she’s strapping me. She doesn’t want to distract either of us from the task at hand. So, I’m left to focus on the ever-growing pain in my bottom. It can take a lot, but even after a couple of dozen stripes with the belt, I can’t keep still. My feet start jerking up off the floor with every swat she planted. That’s when she focused on my sit spots though. I don’t know how she does it, but she can magically smack the exact same spot over and over and over again. My sit spots were on fire and they were pulsing. And not to mention what every, single swat did to the plug still firmly in my bottom. Every swat made the plug move in my bottom. I would react to the feeling by tensing making the swats hurt more!

            I’m not sure how many swats I got, but I got plenty enough for my butt to be very sore. I couldn’t help, but apologize and promise to be a very good girl from then on. And I meant it! I didn’t have any desire to repeat this little session or an even worse one with her cane. I teared up as she delivered the last ten which were the hardest of them all and left the more prominent marks on my butt. I just held on to the cushion for dear life and let myself cry. As soon and she stopped with her belt her hand was on my bottom soothingly rubbing circles all over it. In a way, it hurt more for her to touch it, but I also found comfort in her touch while crying. I barely noticed when she gently removed the plug from my bottom until she was helping me to my feet. We walked to my bedroom where I was put in a PJ shirt and nothing more. She curled up on the bed with me and she spooned me. She rubbed my bottom and whispered all the loving things a Top can. It was nice from the little I remember.

            I must have fallen asleep with her in bed with me. When I woke up she was in the kitchen doing stuff. I decided to stay in here and…. Reflect. So, me reflecting… my bottom hurts. I will take my meds. I should also do some laundry and stuff…. And I’m lucky. She loves me and takes care of me even when I’m hardheaded and difficult. I can hear her in the other room probably making something for us. I’m smiling like a dummy. I need to go and tell her. Tell her how lucky I am.

– Lucky brat. 

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Guardian Island by Stardawn Cabot – Available Now

I am indeed very late announcing this, my apologies to Ms. Cabot, but last week she published a new book, Guardian Island! I have read this new work and let me just say I think you all will really enjoy it!

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Ryan’s Rules Part 6

It seemed Ryan was trying to make her entire bottom molten hot before she even got the belt. The spanks were relentless, still continuing in the sets of three as she moved about every inch of skin available including her thighs. Emily couldn’t help moving, helplessly trying to find purchase on anything that might give her relief. Ryan, however, continued even as Emily began to cry out with every spank Ryan laid onto her already tender backside. Finally, after a particularly hard series of back and forth between sit spots, Ryan stopped and gently rubbed Emily’s hot backside. Emily whimpered, knowing she would have a reminder every time she sat the next few days..

    “Okay, little girl. All done with that. Catch your breath.” 

Emily tried to slowly relax her body and lay limply across Ryan’s lap. She caught her breath and murmured, “I’m sorry for breaking the rules. I’m never going to do it again.” 

Ryans simply squeezed each of Emily’s sore bottom cheeks in turn. “I’m sure you think that, but let’s make sure, okay? You ready to finish this?” 

Emily whimpered under Ryan’s hand but nodded her head.  “Yes, ma’am. Ready as I’ll ever be.” 

“Good.” Ryan guided Emily up to stand in front of her before standing as well.  “I love you, baby. I only want what’s best for you,” she further reassured Emily with a kiss to Emily’s forehead. She then put a pillow on the edge of the bed before directing, “Over the bed, honey.” 

With a sigh, Emily slowly moved toward the bed while Ryan unbuckled the belt from around her waist.  Emily didn’t like this scenario, one bit, but it wasn’t like Ryan was giving her choice.  Slowly, she willed herself to bend over, leaving her bottom in prime and was too vulnerable position. She waited, closed her eyes, and shivered as she heard the leather belt, being pulled through the loops as Ryan quite purposely removed it. 

            “Okay baby. It’s really important to stay in position. I don’t want to get your hands,” Ryan explained as she folded Emily’s nightshirt up and out of the way again before doubling the belt and lining it up across her two pink cheeks. 

Ryan tapped the belt in warning before pulling it back and laying a medium swat across the full of Emily’s bottom. She then didn’t give much pause before pulling back to lay another medium swat in almost the same place. 

Emily gasped as her toes danced on the carpet, but she managed to stay mostly in position, but Ryan didn’t give her any quarter as she ignored her protests and continued with the swats. She laid them down slowly, but steady, in a meticulous pattern all up and down Emily’s bottom.   A dozen swats followed, falling on her already throbbing butt without pause.  Not only turning the pink of her bottom much closer to bright red but making Emily regret every rule she’d carelessly broken.

            Now in agony, Emily held tightly to the covers under her. Ryan’s use if the belt was relentless. Her right cheek especially felt like it’d be bruised for a week. Even while whimpering, however, she still wasn’t ready for it to stop. Not yet. She was on the verge of actual tears and she craved that. “Please,” she whimpered, knowing that Ryan would understand.

    “I know, baby,” came the replay and a gentle rub to the closest throbbing cheek. There was then a pause and the buckle of the belt clinked as Ryan changed sides. 

Emily resisted reaching back to touch her hot skin. There was a warning tap again and then a quiet whoosh a fraction of a second before the belt fell again across the meaty part of her bottom. Emily gasped and grabbed the blanket in her fists tighter. The swats seemed harder, but maybe she was just because her already abused bottom was so tender. 

Still, it didn’t deter Ryan from building up a steady rhythm again. Splat. Splat. Splat. “I’m going to be keeping a much closer eye on you,” Ryan lectured between swats. “You will be eating right and taking care of yourself or you will be right back here getting a spanking.” 

Emily whimpered as another dozen stokes were applied before Ryan stopped the spanking, laying the belt down and stepping beside her to rub her tender bottom. “We are almost done. You have taken your spanking like a good girl.” 

Emily allowed herself to relax into the touch a moment. Although in the back of her mind she knew the worst was yet to come. “I’m so sorry I’m making you punish me this hard, Ryan. I’ll try not to be naughty again.” 

Ryan continued rubbing for several long moments, most likely to make sure Emily’s butt wasn’t asleep for the next part. Emily couldn’t lie though. It’d been a while since she had the chance to truly enjoy Ryan’s touch and felt a tingle between her legs stir.

            “Okay sweetheart. Five more, one for each rule. They will be hard.”

 Emily whimpered but nodded. Ryan’s hand left her bottom before the belt was picked up for a final time.

            Emily forced her bottom to relax and buried her face deep into the covers of their bed. The belt tapped her bottom, but only stayed a moment before it came down much harder and lower than any other swat before. POP! The belt burned across her sit spots. Emily felt tears burn her eyes. But another swat stung across her sit spots again. POP! Her body jerked under the pain before tears began leaking from her eyes. The next two hard swats landed on her sit spots building impossibly more ache as tears fell faster. The final was the hardest of them all, it snapped quickly low across her thighs. Emily squealed loudly as the feeling settled into her legs, but she let herself cry into the covers. 

    A moment passed before she felt Ryan’s hand on her back, and then the bed sink slightly as Ryan sat down next to her.  Emily found herself shifting, putting her head in Ryan’s lap.  “I’m sorry, so sorry,” she sniffled as Ryan pet her hair. 

    “It’s over now,” Ryan reassured her.  “You’re forgiven.”

    The words, like magic, allowed Emily’s tears to start anew, but Ryan said nothing as she continued to stroke and pet Emily’s hair.  

    Several long minutes passed before Emily sniffled and turned her head so she could meet Ryan’s eyes.  “I’m not going to be able to sit down for a week, you know that right?”

    Ryan chuckled.  “A day, maybe two.” She winked and tapped Emily who moved her head and to let Ryan shift positions. Both now laying down,  Emily then scooted up a bit so that she could lay her head on Ryan’s shoulder. 

    “That’s more comfortable,” Emily said sighing in contentment.  “Why am I tired?”

    “I think we’re both tired.  Maybe a nap and then a good dinner, or lunch… depending on how long we sleep.”

    “Or midnight snack?” 

    Ryan smiled and kissed Emily’s head.  “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

    “Night,” Emily returned with a smile and curled in a bit tighter.  “Love you.” 

    “Love you more.”

    “Always.”

Emily waited for a moment for Ryan to say something more, but when she didn’t she looked up only to realize that Ryan had fallen fast asleep. With a small smile she pulled a blanket over both of them, kissed Ryan’s cheek, and settled back down onto her chest. She smiled again, and reaching down to give her still-warm bottom a rub, she closed her eyes and let herself relax. Within moments she had joined Ryan in much needed and well-earned slumber.

Ryan’s Rules – Part Five

First and foremost I want to tell you all how great Ms. Cabot is! She’s been sickly for a bit now with a cold, but she managed to hang in there and get some pretty great writing done for this little bit. Good job Star! 🙂 This story is going to be wrapping up soon and off to other adventures we will go!

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four.

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Emily suddenly froze as she heard movement behind her.  Ryan had entered the room.  She could sense her, but she’d yet to say anything. Then it became quiet again.  Painfully quiet. Emily shifted and strained her ears but there was not a sound for several long minutes. 

Time seemed to pass at a snail’s pace, leaving Emily in a whirlwind of nerves and regret, but when she finally heard Ryan speak, she could only shiver at her tone. 

“Come here, Emily.” 

Her voice was low, dangerous even, and it made Emily wish she could hide in the corner forever.   Slowly, Emily gathered her courage and turned to face her partner. Ryan’s face was stern, yet almost blank of emotion. Emily found herself hesitating before she was able to convince her feet to move. She managed to trudge over to stand in front of Ryan who was seated in the middle of their couch.  It was the same couch where she was sleeping only hours earlier. 

Emily then looked down, studying Ryan’s lap as Ryan held her hands and looked up at her.

“Why don’t you tell me why we are here?” Ryan asked in a firm but caring tone. 

“I broke the rules,” Emily answered.  

“What rules did you break, Em?” Ryan continued to probe. 

Emily’s eyes traveled up Ryan’s only partially covered legs, up to her cleavage, past slender shoulders, and finally to her face.

“All of ‘em,” she mumbled feeling her face warm. 

Ryan squeezed her hands, almost reassuringly. “I want you to explain them to me, honey. All of them.”

Emily gulped.  She knew she was in trouble, but suddenly face to face with Ryan and forced to reply Ryan’s rules aloud, she realized just how deep she’d gone.  After all, it wasn’t that out of the ordinary for her to break a rule here or there. Her laundry often ‘missed’ the hamper, or she’d press something a little too far, but to think that she’d actually broken all five rules at once was a little unfathomable. 

“Um,” Emily stuttered, then let out a long sigh.  “I need to take care of myself, clean up after myself, be honest, remember to eat, and um, stay safe.”   

“Very good,” Ryan nodded.  “Now tell me how you broke each one of those rules?”

“Ryan,” Emily started to whine but got cut off by a raised eyebrow.  “Okay, fine. I um, didn’t eat dinner.”

“Yes, the ice cream.”

“Yeah, and I fell asleep on the sofa and didn’t pick up my clothes in the living room.”

“Very good, and?”

“And, I um… I didn’t do the rounds before I fell asleep to make sure everything was locked up for the night.”

“I see,” Ryan frowned.  “So by my count that’s four? What are we missing?”

“Well…I didn’t go grocery shopping like I promised I would,” Emily added with a small blush.  “I know that’s not technically a lie, but I did break my word, as I knew it was my turn and I didn’t follow through… and…”

Ryan’s frown deepened with her confession, making Emily shift back and forth from foot to foot. “And?”

“And, I haven’t really been honest with you lately.  I haven’t gone shopping because I just haven’t been eating, well a lot.  It’s been busy at work, and well, the vending machine isn’t the best place to get lunch.”

“I see,” Ryan nodded.  “I figured that you probably forgot to lock up  since you fell asleep with the TV still on…”

Emily’s cheeks flushed as she interrupted. “I didn’t leave anything open on purpose, and technically, you were the last one to leave the house today, so if anything wasn’t locked it wasn’t really my fault.”

Ryan gave her a look and Emily cringed a moment before Ryan popped her thigh. “You know that’s not an excuse, young lady, but I’m not really concerned with that so much. I’m much more concerned with you skipping meals, Em. You know that’s a big one.  How many days have you had lunch from the vending machine, or just skipped a meal altogether?”

“A few,” Emily frowned, wishing that she could rub her thigh.  Ryan was still holding her hands and her thigh was stinging from the slap, but she knew that was nothing compared to how much her backside would soon be stinging when Ryan really got to work. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled.

“I know you are, Em, but you know that’s also not good enough.  You have a spanking coming, and a big one at that. Come on now, let’s get this moving.”

Emily bit her lip as Ryan finally let go of her hands and then helped her step out of the shorts she’s slipped on before breakfast.  She hadn’t bothered with panties and now as she shivered in the short-cropped pajama shirt she wondered if she hadn’t made a mistake.  Maybe Ryan would have let her leave them on, at least for a little while.  

With a sigh and a wrinkle of her nose at the thought, she was too soon distracted as Ryan tipped her over her lap.  Emily found herself looking at the carpet and using her fingertips to balance herself as Ryan, tapped her other end with her palm.

“You know I love you, Em.  I’m sorry I have to do this,” Ryan paused before giving her a solid swat on her right cheek, “but you know you need me to remind you that the rules aren’t just there for my pleasure.”  Ryan paused again, giving her a stingy and quick series of a half-dozen spanks. “It’s to keep you both healthy and safe.”

“I know,” Emily sniffled as Ryan’s lecture ended. Another swat landed, this time on her left cheek and then was echoed on her right.  Spank after spank rang down in a slow and steady, bouncing from sensitive cheek to sensitive cheek.  

“Ouch!” Emily cried out at Ryan managed to swat her more tender sit-spots.  She couldn’t help wiggling and whining as the heat started to spread. Ryan was only getting started and Emily was already wishing it was over.  “Please, Ryan, I’m sorry. I am!”

“Un-huh,” Ryan grunted before giving her a face and evil dozen pops.  She then paused and rubbed for a moment before saying, “I should spank you every night for a week with all that naughtiness that you just confessed.  It’s been a long time since I really lit you up, little girl, but tonight a handful of swats isn’t going to cover it.”

Her warning over, Ryan then resumed the spanking, which only seemed to get harder and hotter by the moment.  Emily was biting her lip, trying to keep the protest at a minimum, but she was also quickly losing her resolve.  “Oh! Owie!” she whined as Ryan’s hand only continued its dance. 

In her head, Emily tried to distract herself.  She tried to count the swats but didn’t get past ten before she practically wiggled off Ryan’s lap.  Ryan had to again pause to pull her back into position. She took a moment to rub her hand over Emily’s bare bottom, which now felt hot and tingly as Ryan’s stong palm caressed it.  

“I think it’s been too long, if you think you can just wiggle off like that, Em.  Do it again and there will be consequences, understand?”

Emily gulped.  “Yes ma’am,” she replied, thinking back to some of her earliest punishments.  The only time Ryan had ever used a belt was to remind her to stay in position, and that lesson had only needed to be repeated twice.  She wasn’t about to let tonight be a third time.  

“Good,” Ryan nodded before giving her bottom a pat.  “I think we’re almost warm enough, but not quite yet.”

Emily whimpered as Ryan again raised her palm, starting the spanking anew.  This time the swats came faster and in sets — three at a time on each cheek.  Emily let out a small squeak of protest, but dug in and concentrated on staying in position.  She certainly wasn’t going to make this any worse then it had to be. 

Ryan’s Rules – Part 4

Part One, Part Two, Part Three.

Thanks to my coauthor for pushing this one through we WILL get there with this story! 😉

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For a long moment, they were in sync. Back and forth they rocked, slowly increasing the pressure and the need of both their lower loins. Emily found herself panting, but that also only increased as Ryan again shifted, letting her hand travel down toward Emily’s center.  Slowly, her lithe fingers started moving up and down, massaging Emily’s clit and lower lips. Emily’s arms wrapped around Ryan even tighter as they breathlessly began to once again. 

Ryan speed up the pace, making Emily moan under her and clutch tightly onto Ryan’s back. She spread, giving Ryan deeper access and moaned and shivered as her need steadily grew.  She was warm now, small beads of sweat forming on her brow in concentration.

“Am I still in trouble?” Emily asked between rapid breaths. Ryan rolled her eyes and nodded as she picked up the pace with her finger.  They were flying now, the beats faster than a hummingbird’s wing.   

“God, you are in so much trouble. I’m going to turn your ass red,” Ryan promised. 

Emily bucked, Ryan’s words pushing her even closer.  Her breaths were shallow and warm, her heart pounding, echoing in her ears.  The pressure intense, building forever closer to an explosion. Just imagining Ryan spanking her, actually turning her ass red, the sting, the warmth, the up and down of the cycle of pain.  It was too much.

Emily felt herself catch and then peak, like the million butterflies in her tummy all took off at once.    

With a small smile, Ryan slowly withdrew. She moved up and took Emily’s lips in a deep kiss.  “Good morning, my love.”

“Morning,” Emily echoed with a smile. 

“Still bored?”

“Nope.”

Ryan chuckled and then covered her mouth with a yawn.  She glanced at the clock. “Ugh, I got about 3 hours.”

“I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have woken you.”

“It’s okay.  We can take a nap later.”

“Hmmm,” Emily replied as she let her hand run down the side of Ryan’s thigh. “I can try to keep you awake now.”

“You could,” Ryan said before taking Emily’s hand off her thigh and bringing it to her lips for a kiss.  “But now that I’m up, I’m hungry.”

“Hungry?” Emily’s eyes went wide before she smirked.  “Me too.”

“I meant for actual food, brat,” Ryan said as she snaked her hand around and popped Emily’s backside.

“Hey!” Emily yipped making Ryan laugh. 

Ryan pecked Emily’s pouty lips again before sliding from the bed. “Okay, up and at ‘em. Let’s go cook.” 

With a groan, Emily also slid from the bed, following Ryan out her side, and taking the opportunity to trail a hand lightly across Ryan’s bare abdomen. The touch made Ryan shudder and Emily grinned as she hand started to slide south. “Or we could order in,” she suggested leaning forward to kiss the top curve of Ryan’s bare chest.

Ryan moaned and wrapped her arms around Emily. She pushed her hips into Emily’s hand, moving them below her waist.  “Best idea I’ve heard in a long time.” 

Emily smiled before turning her attention to Ryan’s chest.  She pulled a firm nipple into her mouth to suck. “I thought so,” she mumbled around puckered skin. 

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“That was really good,” Ryan observed as she placed the stack of plates into the sink.  She turned back around and met Emily’s eyes. Holding her eyes for a moment, Emily shifted and then blushed, averting her gaze.  Ryan raised a knowing eyebrow and remarked, “It’s good to know you had an actual meal, unlike last night. You know with protein, vitamins, carbs and all that.” Ryan then watched Emily shift.  After seeing ice cream container on the coffee table, she had her suspicion and Emily had just confirmed it. 

“You noticed that, huh?” Emily asked.  Her eyes were glued to the marble countertop as her finger nervously traced a darker vein in the pattern.  

“The empty ice cream container, and no trace of any other dishes?  That’s something I always notice, Em.” Ryan leaned into the island separating her from the short brunette.

“You do have that bad habit,” Emily mumbled not looking up from where she was still tracing the lines of the marble.

“I don’t know that I would call it a bad habit to notice what the love of my life gets up to while I’m not around,” Ryan scolded.  She paused a moment before adding, “You know what this means right?” 

Ryan could hear Emily whine before she nodding only once. 

“Use your voice, Emily Nichole.” Ryan sharply warned. 

Emily’s shoulders straightened before she muttered, “Yes, ma’am. Should I go wait for you?”  

“I think that’d be a wise choice.” Emily nodded before slipping from the chair and disappearing into the doorway that led into their living room. Ryan didn’t say anything more but just watched her go. As much as she would rather spend the day in bed, things wouldn’t be right between her and Emily if she didn’t sort it out. Ryan only had five rules, and the best she could figure Emily had most likely broken at least four of the five if not all five together.  They were in for a serious chat, one that neither of them were looking forward too. 

With a sigh, Ryan pushed off the counter and walked down the hall towards the master bedroom, avoiding the living room which her partner was supposed to be waiting in. She made her way directly to her closet and opened the top drawer which held all of the couple’s toys — most of which were used for spanking. Studying the selection, Ryan pulled out the long bath brush and closed the drawer. 

The brush was heavy in her hand.  It was made of a solid light-oak and at 18-inches long, had a 1-inch flat oval backing.  She knew it was far from Emily’s favorite in their collection, which meant it would be perfect for her task ahead.  Knowing that Emily was in for a true punishment, Ryan closed her eyes for a moment to center herself. She took a deep breath before making the short trek back down the hallway. 

***

Emilly shivered in the corner. She had yet to hear Ryan enter the room and the longer she stood in the corner the more she wanted her top to hurry up.  Her solitude in the corner only compounded the guilt she was already feeling as her mind replayed the last few days. 

She found herself shifting as a cool breeze blew through, causing goose-bumps to appear on her bare back and legs.  The cold only made the wait worse, for she knew it was all in her head. There was no breeze, it wasn’t even cold in the house.  It was only her nerves and imagination that was making her feel guilty. It was worse too, for she didn’t have to wonder why she had behaved like she had the last few days. She knew. She knew when she had broken their first rule and not picked up groceries.  It had been her turn, and she should have done it three days ago. She had hoped Ryan would notice and say something in a passing moment, but her partner had been too distracted. 

In a way, they both had been. Both women had been busy and truth be told, she simply missed Ryan. She now felt guilty and sad for the way she acted out, but sometimes her bratty side took over and acted on all the feelings she couldn’t control. And she had to admit, it had worked. Ryan was soon going to be giving her all the attention she would want. 

Emily suddenly froze as she heard movement behind her.  Ryan had entered the room. She could sense her, but she’d yet to say anything. Then it became quiet again.  Painfully quiet. Emily shifted and strained her ears but there was not a sound for several long minutes. 

Time seemed to pass at a snail’s pace, leaving Emily in a whirlwind of nerves and regret, but when she finally heard Ryan speak, she could only shiver at her tone. 

“Come here, Emily.” 

Her voice was low, dangerous even, and it made Emily wish she could hide in the corner forever.   Yet, slowly, Emily gathered her courage and turned to face her partner. Ryan’s face was stern, yet almost blank of emotion. Emily found herself hesitating before she was able to convince her feet to move. She managed to trudge over to stand in front of Ryan who was seated in the middle of their couch.  It was the same couch where she was sleeping only hours earlier. 

Emily then looked down, studying Ryan’s lap as Ryan held her hands and looked up at her.

“Why don’t you tell me why we are here?” Ryan asked in a firm but caring tone. 

“I broke the rules,” Emily answered.  

“What rules did you break, Em?” Ryan continued to probe. 

Emily’s eyes traveled up Ryan’s only partially covered legs, up to her cleavage, past slender shoulders, and finally to her face.

“All of ‘em,” she mumbled feeling her face warm. 

Ryan squeezed her hands, almost reassuringly. “I want you to explain them to me, honey. All of them.”

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Hi spanky ladies and lads! I know this story is moving slow, but we are finally getting to the part you all have been waiting for! Next week some cheeks are gonna be pink ;). Thanks for sticking with me (us) while we have been writing this story slowly. As always please feel free to comment. Tell us what you think should happen to such a naughty brat!

Keep it spanky! 😉

-LT

Ryan’s Rules – Part 3

Part One

Part Two

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The memories made Emily smile, just like the thought of the first time Ryan leaned down and pecked her forehead still made the insides of Emily melt.  As she reached out and softly touch Ryan’s cheek, she was so glad that Lady Fate had been stubborn. Emily was positive that Ryan the woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and made a mental note to call Nikki and thank her once again.

The thought of being with Ryan made Emily squirm, her belly growing warm with need. She was awake now and suddenly needing more from Ryan than just memories. Slowly she wiggled from Ryan’s hold to further admire the toned body beside her.  Even in a sloppy t-shirt and boxers, Ryan was beautiful. From her square jaw, that would tighten when she was cross, to her shapely hips and butt, Emily could no longer lay still.

Carefully, Emily ran her hand over Ryan’s hip but continued up her side, eventually snaking under her shirt. She gently explored a firm breast, teasing a nipple between her fingers, and smiling as Ryan shifted with her touch.  Bringing her head down she kissed Ryan’s hip, again squirming as she caught Ryan’s womanly scent. It was light, like the lavender soap she loved, but also mixed with a heavier, muskier hue. She could never put her finger on it, wood, or leather, it was something, but it was also uniquely Ryan.

Emily moved up a bit higher, gently placing a kiss on Ryan’s right arm before pushing her shirt up a bit more and then kissing the soft flesh of her belly. Ryan let out a little groan and Emily peaked up at Ryan’s face, only to smirk when she realized that Ryan was still deep in slumber.  Not being able to resist, she placed firmer kiss and a small lick to her belly, nipping at the exposed skin. Ryan only mewed in her sleep and shifted onto her back.

Emily took the opportunity to once again move and carefully straddled Ryan’s lap. She then leaned over, pushing Ryan’s shirt up higher to expose both breasts.  With a big smile, she carefully took a moment to cup both, gently massaging them, and slowing awakening each nipple.

The play was fun, but it was also a bit strange.  It wasn’t the first time she’d woken Ryan up this way, although Ryan usually responded much faster.   She wanted more, so she bent forward and whispered into Ryan’s ear, “Babbbeeee, I’m bored.”

Ryan huffed and mewed louder under her.  Emily responded with her tongue, trailing it from just below Ryan’s ear, slowly down her neck, and finally across her collar bone. She nipped Ryan’s collarbone once and waited for a reaction. Getting none she nipped a bit harder. Ryan’s hand suddenly came alive and popped her on her still bare cheek. Emily could only giggle and bite again earning her another swat.

“Behave…” Ryan groggily muttered.

“Or what?” Emily challenged.

Blue eyes opened and then narrowed almost dangerously.  “I’ll hang you upside down by your toes.”

Emily’s eyes went wide and then she giggled.  “You are such a brat.”

Ryan rolled her eyes and then swatted Emily’s thigh.  “I’m going to turn your backside crimson today.”

The edge on Ryan’s voice made Emily shiver.  If she wasn’t wet before, she was practically dripping now, but she also knew that Ryan’s words were gospel.  “Maybe I can change your mind?” Emily asked with a smile.

“Nope, but you’re welcome to try.”

Emily’s lip slipped into a pout, but she couldn’t help being drawn into Ryan again as Ryan squeezed her naked cheek.  She fell forward, meeting Ryan’s lips and soon forgot all about any trouble that she might actually be in. They kissed, raw and hard as Ryan pulled her closer and Emily was helpless to resist.

Emily soon found herself being moved as Ryan rolled her over and somehow managed to divest them both of all their clothing.  For once Ryan didn’t seem to mind the shorts on the floor on the shirts on the edge of the bed. She was too busy groping, kissing, and trying to physically become one with Emily.

They struggled a bit for dominance, their tongues the primary weapon.  Licking, biting, nipping were all fair in their game of love and war. Emily found herself giggling as Ryan nibbled on an ear and then squirming as she pinned both of Emily’s hands up above her head.

“Not fair,” Emily protested, wiggling and letting out small moans as Ryan attacked her neck and kissed down her collar bone.

“Very fair, my woman.” Ryan’s voice was deep, commanding even, and Emily felt her lower belly flutter with anticipation.  Her sex was already soaked, but Ryan pressing her was making it throb and beg for release. Emily couldn’t help twisting and withering under Ryan’s hard look, and Ryan’s crooked smile only advertised that Ryan knew exactly what she was thinking.

“Together,” Ryan suddenly urged, looking into Emily’s eyes as she released her hands. She pushed her body up against Emily’s.  Emily wrapped her arms around Ryan’s back, pulling her closer as the grinded back and forth in a heated exchange. Ryan pulled her knee up between Emily’s legs and Emily gladly welcomed the pressure.

For a long moment, they were in sync. Back and forth they rocked, slowly increasing the pressure and the need of both their lower loins. Emily found herself panting, but that also only increased as Ryan again shifted, letting her hand travel down toward Emily’s center.  Slowly, her lithe fingers started moving up and down, massaging Emily’s clit and lower lips. Emily’s arms wrapped around Ryan even tighter as they breathlessly began to once again.

Ryan speed up the pace, making Emily moan under her and clutch tightly onto Ryan’s back. She spread, giving Ryan deeper access and moaned and shivered as her need steadily grew.  She was warm now, small beads of sweat forming on her brow in concentration.

“Am I still in trouble?” Emily asked between rapid breaths. Ryan rolled her eyes and nodded as she picked up the pace with her finger.  They were flying now, the beats faster than a hummingbird’s wing.

“God, you are in so much trouble. I’m going to turn your ass red,” Ryan promised.

Emily bucked, Ryan’s words pushing her even closer.  Her breaths were shallow and warm, her heart pounding, echoing in her ears.  The pressure intense, building forever closer to an explosion. Just imagining Ryan spanking her, actually turning her ass red, the sting, the warmth, the up and down of the cycle of pain.  It was too much.