The Author is now available on Blushing Books and Amazon! Here is a scene from our WIP, "The Author's Friends". Michael's ex-wife, Lilly, is now a widow and returned to Pittsburgh hoping for a reunion with him. He arranged to have lunch with his sister, Debbie and Lilly to stop the nonsense and told Carla not to come. Naturally, Debbie didn't show but Carla did. What a mess!!
Michael was patiently waiting on the bed dressed in a white button down oxford shirt and gray pants as Carla entered their room. “Take off your clothes and then we’ll chat.”
An angry chill raced through her body as she pointed at him. “I can’t believe you were holding hands with that bony bitch.”
“It might be a good idea to eliminate the choreography and name calling. Don’t you think your bottom is in enough trouble?”
“I’m in trouble because …?” She angled her head pretending to be mystified by the question.
“Because I told you not to come to the restaurant today, and you disobeyed me. Aside from being the masochist in this relationship – what would your motivation be?”
“I don’t trust those women, Michael. Debbie doesn’t like me and is obviously plotting your reunion with Lilly. I walked into the restaurant and saw you holding your ex-wife's hand – why am I in trouble?” She turned her back on him as her eyes filled with tears.
"We know things aren't always as they seem. Please take off your clothes, Carla.” Michael tried to calm her down as he put his arms around her, gently kissed the nape of her neck and moved to sit with his back against the headboard.
As she obediently removed her clothes and stood in front of the bed, his eyes scanned her beautiful curvy body.
“Take off the bra. I will remove your panties,” he instructed in a low gravelly voice.
Carla unhooked the bra, seductively smoothed her breasts and took a deep breath trying to relax. Her eyes never left his.
“Come here, please.” Michael patted the mattress, signaling her to join him on the bed. When she did, he propped up a pillow so she could lie beside him.
“First we are going to have a little chat, and then I’m going to take you across my lap and spank your little bottom.” His tone was even and matter-of-fact. “Do you know why, Carla?”
“You're going to spank me because I didn’t trust you?”
“No, for that I’m going to put my cock deep into your ass. Try again.”
“Michael, I don’t like these games.”
“This isn’t a game. I asked you … no I told you not to come to the restaurant. That had nothing to do with trust. It was a matter of simple obedience. Haven't we talked about this before?” His demeanor was serene as he cupped her chin in his hand.
“I know and I’m sorry.”
“You want me to collar you, yet you can’t submit to a simple request. I’m very disappointed. What should I do about this?”
“You should spank me,” she answered in a very small voice with her eyes cast downward.
“Good, I’m glad we agree. Let’s finish our conversation over my lap.” She blinked back tears and quickly got herself into position.
He pulled her spandex panties down just below her bottom. Her muscular bum protruded nicely, he thought as he roughly massaged her cheeks. He was in no hurry to begin the spanking, and she made the mistake of looking over her shoulder.
He smacked her left cheek hard, leaving a brilliant imprint. “Turn around right now, young lady. There is nothing for you to see.” He spoke in a composed voice with short staccato phrases.
“I’m sorry I disobeyed you.”
“I wanted to put an end to the ridiculous notion of a reunion with Lilly. Debbie purposely didn’t come to lunch today, because it was her way of controlling the situation. What you saw ... was Lilly grabbing my hand hoping you would walk into the restaurant. I told you I was going to meet with them, but didn’t want to subject you to their childish scheme. She means nothing to me, Carla. I love you.” He sharply smacked her right cheek and left a matching handprint.
“Do you remember when I said you will want to eat your dinner in a vertical position tonight?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“I wasn’t bluffing.” He spanked her hard and fast, moving from one cheek to another. Her skin was fair and, fortunately, reddened quickly.
“I knew you wanted to deal with them alone, but I just couldn’t stop myself from going. I love you.” She whimpered and went limp over his lap.
“Don’t get too comfortable. Now that we have declared our love for each other, let’s move on to the subject of trust.” He carefully removed her panties and lifted her from his lap back to a position against the headboard. Making sure she rested comfortably on a pillow, he raised her knees with one hand and smacked her red-hot ass with the other. “Look at me, Carla.”
“Oh my God, you aren’t finished?”
Still holding her legs with his right hand, Michael reached over and opened the end table drawer pulling out a plastic container. There was a gleam in his eyes as he slowly stroked and smeared her bottom hole with the thick, clear gel.
“Now we're going to talk about how much you trust me.”
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