Thank you for visiting my blog and welcome to a bottom-warming, kindle-melting selection of Saturday Spankings, the blog hop where spanking authors share snippets from something hot and sizzly to spice up the weekend.
I was thrilled to learn that the His Domain anthology was nominated for the BDSM Writers Con Golden Flogger awards in the Anthology category. I’m in great company, snuggled up with Katy Swann, Rose C. Carole, Anarie Brady, Lucy Felthouse and Rosalie Stanton, five fabulous authors, in this sexy BDSM collection of short stories. My contribution to the kinky fun is The Prize so this weekend I want to share another snippet from that
Here’s the blurb…
When she shows up at the prestigious Vivant Club to claim her raffle prize of one month’s free membership, Jessie Barnett doesn’t know what to expect. She’s trembling as she enters, but her inner submissive is dancing for joy, and nothing is going to stop her from claiming what she has won.
Jessie is no stranger to the BDSM scene, but this is a new club, a new city, she knows no one and has no idea what to expect. That’s all right, though, as it turns out the two powerful Doms who are hers for the evening have no doubt at all what they require from her—complete surrender, on her knees.
Jessie is happy to comply. This is what she came here in search of. But will one evening’s pleasure, however intense, however delightfully tinged with exquisite pain, be enough? Once she has submitted to them totally, will Mark and Greg see their business with her as having been concluded? Or is there more to be won, a greater prize, hovering just beyond her reach?
… and the snippet.
They take it in turns to repeat, each one caressing my inflamed buttock with the paddle before delivering the strike. I count eight strokes, then ten, by which time my entire bum and thighs are aflame. My Doms for the night are meticulous and accurate, covering every inch, leaving no part of my bottom unscathed. I writhe, gasp, plead meaninglessly with them to stop while my body begs for more.
By the time I reach sixteen, I’m less interested in counting, more in remaining in place. I bless the leather cuffs that keep me where I need to be, absolving me of responsibility as the pain grows, becomes a living entity, consuming me until nothing else is in my thoughts. I’m no longer screaming with each stroke, or if I am I can’t hear it. There’s nothing, nothing but me, them and pain. Glorious, mind-emptying, purifying pain.
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