Testimony by Maggie Ryan
“Miss Fields, you’ve been found guilty. Sentencing is over and it’s time to pay the piper.”
“Objection!” Mia squealed again when he stood, sat on the wide rim of the tub and flipped her over his knees.
“Overruled,” Damian said, slapping her left buttock.
“Ow! That hurts!” Mia cried, her hand flying back to rub her abused cheek, a bit shocked at exactly how much a simple swat could sting.
“It’s supposed to hurt,” Damian said calmly, easily avoiding her hand to add a second swat to her right cheek. “Consider it as a form of rehabilitation.”
“Wait! This is cruel and unusual punishment!”
“No, babe, cruel would have been if you’d died in that explosion. And I would have been the one punished for the rest of my life if I’d lost you.”
Mia turned her head to him, the look in his eyes causing her heart to hitch. He was right. This all could have been avoided if she’d only obeyed him. Sliding her hand from her bottom, she nodded, accepting his right to carry out the sentence. Her acquiesce didn’t make the spanking easier to take. His hand was huge and hard, but for some reason she couldn’t explain, it just felt right.
The Mercenary's Girl by Emily Tilton
Tess hoped for one wild moment that Jack would do something. Ever since he had said the strange thing about having to make it hurt, as, trembling, she felt her panties taken down for a public whipping, Tess hadn't been able to escape the feeling that he understood her terrible dilemma more deeply than she did herself. Now, desperately, she looked at him, filled with the certainty that he must stop this awful thing that seemed to make a mockery of Tess' confusion and conflict, her struggle against the dark force of her relationship with Jeffrey.
Three weeks ago, when Tess had heard Jack say that he had to whip her hard, her newly-exposed pussy had clenched, and she had felt the wetness flow so urgently that her face blazed like the sun, but she had had not the faintest idea why. When he had told her to take hold of the opposite edge of the table, and begun to bring his belt down, it had felt so different from when Jeffrey had spanked her or whipped her. Something in his voice, something in the hand he laid on the small of her back, controlling her, seemed to say that while Jeffrey punished her only to take out his aggression and for an erotic thrill, Jack had something different in mind.
I have to make it hurt. That was what he had said. He had seemed to mean that he knew the necessity of complying with Jeffrey's command that Tess be thoroughly punished for speaking out of turn. But she had never been able to rid herself of the feeling that Jack had really meant something else. She couldn't push that feeling away even now, when he had gone to get the toy-box that held the vibrating dildo with which Jeffrey brought the girls to orgasm after disciplining them but whose other contents Tess had never known. She kept thinking, despite everything, He loves me.
"Tess, darling," Jeffrey said in the cultured voice that always conveyed more menace than she thought the roughest lower-class accent from the London docks might have done, "take off your dress."
Slave for a Day: An Idan a Svali Novella by Jane Henry
“My lord, the men of the inner sanctum are not…nice men,” he says.
I clench my jaw and nod. I have already surmised as much. “Yes, of course,” I say.
“If they detect that you are treating her with kindness, they will suspect you--”
“I understand,” I interrupt. Svali’s eyes widen. I pull the chain that binds her to me and bring her ear to my mouth. “I may take you beyond where you are comfortable, lovely,” I whisper. “But I promise you two things. First, that I will do whatever I can be ensure you like it. And second, that you can always trust me.”
The Rangers Shotgun Bride by Maddie Taylor
His boot heels rang out across the wood floor as he approached. She watched as he pulled off his hat, and dropped it on one of the benches, his actions contradicting his comment that he had to go. Before she could ask if something was wrong, he slid her book from her fingers, set it aside, and with both hands clasping hers, tugged her to her feet.
They stood close. He was so tall—an attribute she liked about him, a lot—she had to angle her head back to look up at him. Just as she did, he bent toward her, his large palms warmly bracketing her face, and much to her surprise and great delight, he kissed her.
Soft, at first, when she moved a step closer, welcoming his advance, one arm slid around her waist, hauling her up against him as he deepened the kiss. As he pressed her close, their bodies melded together, supple and curved to hard and well-muscled, just like in all her daydreams. Breathless immediately, she became more so when his tongue slipped inside her mouth. It searched out every nook and cranny, the intimacy robbing her of rational thought and making her legs limp as noodles. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, clinging to him to keep from slithering as though boneless to the floor when he lifted his lips moments later.
“Amelia, darlin’.” His husky voice rumbling low in the chest pressed hard to her breasts made them tingle more than they already were. “We’ve grown close these past few months. I want you to remember how you feel at this exact moment.”
“How could I forget?” she asked dreamily, seeing that it was the best moment of her life.
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”
Her Protector by Annabel Joseph
He was dancing on her last nerve, and she wasn’t in the mood for a cha-cha, not after all that had happened. “Don’t come at me with your authoritative, angsty government-agent posturing.” She looked around their claustrophobic cabin. “I’m not in the mindset to put up with it.”
Far from being deflated by her scathing warning, he leaned in on bulging arms and pinned her with his gaze. “Sorry to be so authoritative, Cracky, but I’m in charge of your safety.”
“Did you just call me Cracky?”
“Until we get the all-clear from the DOD, you’re under my protection.”
“I didn’t ask for your fucking protection!”
His blue eyes darkened as he frowned. “I asked you not to use coarse language, Miss Park. Here are the rules of our sojourn together, which you will follow whether you like it or not.”
As she spluttered in irritation, he leaned an elbow on the table and ticked off each order on his fingers. “Number one, we respect each other. That’s non-negotiable. Number two, no leaving this cabin, not for any reason. Number three, no contact with the outside world. You can’t leave any physical or digital footprint that might be traced.”
“But my friends, my parents, when they can’t reach me—”
“We’ve left an outgoing message on your voicemail and email, letting everyone know that you’ve taken an impromptu cruise to the Bahamas. Wyckoff’s watching your apartment and picking up your mail. If anyone gets suspicious, the security division will take care of it. They know how to make it look like people aren’t missing.”
“This is bullshit. All of this is utter, freaking craziness.”
He sighed. “Language. This is your third warning.”
“My third warning?” She snorted. “I know you’re old, but you’re not my dad. You can’t tell me what to do.”
“I can, to an extent. I’m your commanding officer right now, and I make the rules.”
“What if I don’t follow your rules?” Rowan sassed, not quite recklessly enough to add an expletive. “What happens then? A court martial?”
She could see, visually see, some last tendon of patience snap behind his patrician regard. “If you keep pushing me, you’re going to end up over my lap, getting taught some manners for both our sakes. And it won’t be one of those fun spankings you perv on your phone in the break room. It’ll be the kind that makes you wish for a court martial instead…”
Don't Write it Down by C.E. Wilson
