A CHRISTMAS SPANKIN' #WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY

Thanks to Melody Parks for hosting another week of WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY and giving us an opportunity to share our WIP!  This week’s snippet is, once again, from our upcoming novella - “The Author’s Friends”.  Since July is almost over, I feel like this is my last opportunity to present a “Christmas in July” scene.  As promised last week – here is a peek at how Dana and Richard ended the holiday in their own special way.

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“How much fun did you have on this holiday, my little princess?” Richard asked as he walked past the bed and grabbed Dana by the waist.

“It was almost surreal for me.  You kept volleying my mind back and forth from woman to little girl.” She giggled snuggling into his lap.  “Which reminds me - I didn’t thank you properly for all the new crayons and coloring books.”

“Don’t thank me, sugar pop, Santa brought them.” He winked and tapped her on the nose.

“I would love to be a big girl tonight, if it’s okay with you.”

Without another word, Richard reached under her short, flirty skirt and lowered her cotton panties down to her knees. 

“Aren’t you going to take them all the way off?” Dana whispered in his ear.

He flipped her over his knee and gently rubbed her behind.

“I thought we might start a new tradition.  Instead of a birthday spankin’ … it’s a Christmas spankin’.”

“But I’ve been such a good girl today,” she pouted.   Her behind twitched as the first smack was applied to her soft bottom.

“Okay, then I’ll give you a good girl Christmas spankin’.”  He gently rubbed and spanked both sides of her behind, keeping the blush an even color as his smile widened.

Dana’s moan was audible as she nuzzled her face on the soft comforter.  Her pleasure was obviously building, along with the moisture in her tender pussy. 

“You can tell me you don’t like this, but your kitty says otherwise.”  Richard grinned as he traced the wetness forming in her soft folds.

“Mmm, maybe I should slip on some heels and bend over the bed.  Would a ‘backdoor’ Christmas spanking interest you?”  Dana moved off his lap and slipped into a pair of five-inch high-heeled patent shoes, giving life to her favorite daydream.  Keeping all her clothes on with her panties down around her knees, she slowly and seductively bent over the bed. 

Richard moved behind her and gently lifted her skirt. 

“Are you sure you were a good girl today?” He took a deep breath, and tenderly smoothed the glow on each cheek of her beautiful, rounded bottom.

Dana looked over her shoulder and slowly shook her head no.  Richard paused, and applied the back of his large hand four times to her already rosy behind.

“My angel is nice and slippery.” His finger met with her drenched skin and spread it over her anus, slightly pushing and teasing the soft rim.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” she purred watching him reach for the gel lubricant on his end table.

“Now, are you going to behave and let me in?  Or am I going to have to give you another type of spankin’?”

“I’ll behave.”  Her voice was muffled by the comforter. 

Richard’s glossy finger entered her gently as she relaxed her muscles, and his digit slowly disappeared inside her.  Dana moaned in pleasure; he knew her anal fantasies better than anyone and added a second finger to widen the area.  Gradually pumping them in and out, he prepared her for his entrance.

 

Adding more of the heavy gel, her small crinkled hole began to spasm as he swirled his finger around and around in an attempt to tease her. 

“Touch yourself, baby doll; I want you slick and happy.” His voice was low and hoarse as he fisted his erection using the thick lubricant.

Dana lowered her fingers and circled her clit which was now drenched and swollen.  She looked over her shoulder once again with pleading eyes for him to continue.

“Are you becoming impatient?” he asked, pressing his thick tip to her anus. 

 

Dana furiously swirled stiff, wet fingers around her clitoris, rubbing up and down as she squeezed her eyes shut and willed him to enter her.  A slight imbalance was caused by the high-heeled pumps, as her hips rose off the bed.

“Don’t you dare come yet … you be a good girl and wait for me.”

“Richard, I can’t.  I can’t wait.”

He smacked her hard on the ass, as he inched his way inside her.  She tried to concentrate on every possible item in the room to get her mind of the climax that was seconds away.  But as Richard continued further into her bottom, the combination of pain and pleasure was almost too much. 

“It’s Christmas, have a heart,” she wailed as he fully seated himself inside her rectum.

“Hold on darlin’ and move with me,” he mumbled out of breath driving the full length of his hard cock deep while holding on to her hips.

Dana closed her eyes tight and bit her lower lip as he fucked her hard and fast.

“If you don’t come right now, I will take you back over my knee and give you the spankin’ of your life,” he whispered breathlessly, knowing it would take her over the top.

They both let out a loud groan as Richard sprayed into her depths, continuing to hold on tight.  As her head lifted for a peek at their reflection in the mirror across the room, she teetered in her heels and laughed.

“I’m way too heavy to be lying on top of you, Dana; I need to get up.”

“No, please don’t move; this is almost my favorite part.”

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HIS HAND WILL DO THE TALKING #SATURDAY SPANKINGS

In this snippet from our upcoming novella, “The Author’s Friends", Carla and Michael just arrived home after spending time with Dana and Richard.  Dana was excited about celebrating her first "real Christmas" and invited them over to decorate for the holiday.  Unfortunately, Carla was not in a “merry mindset” that evening, and Michael was not amused ... at all.

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“Let’s go in the house and talk.” He slowly disconnected his seatbelt, opened the car door and motioned for her to do the same.

Michael helped Carla remove her coat and hung it up in the closet.  “I’m going to sit in the den and take a deep breath.  You, on the other hand, are going upstairs to shed your clothes, including your panties and change into a short nightgown.  Use the bathroom if you have to and brush your teeth because after your spanking – you will be going straight to bed.  Have I made myself clear?”

“What happened to our talk?” Carla asked snidely placing both hands on her hips.

“Oh, we’re going to converse, my love … while you’re over my knee,” he answered calmly.  “You aren’t thinking of making it worse for yourself, are you?”

“No, sir.”  She ascended the stairs with her head down in an attempt to hide her rolling eyes.

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CHRISTMAS COMES EARLY FOR MICHAEL #WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY

Thanks to Melody Parks for hosting another week of WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY and giving us an opportunity to share our WIP!  This week’s snippet is, once again, from our upcoming novella - “The Author’s Friends”.  As we join our scene in progress, Michael and Carla just spent Christmas Eve with her family and are on their way home to do some celebrating on their own.  After all, it is Michael Cohen’s first Christmas, and they need to put their “personal touch” on the holiday.  Next week, if you like, we can take a peek across town at Dana and Richard’s ending to the holiday.  It gives a whole new meaning to "Christmas in July".  ;)

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“What’s your assessment of the evening?”  Michael looked at Carla briefly as they approached a traffic light.

“I think you fit in quite nicely with my family.  Dad thinks you’re definitely ‘beer buddy’ material.” 

 

“I don’t believe there’s a higher compliment from one who used to own a bar.”  He kept his eyes on the road and rubbed the nape of his neck.  “I hate to change the subject, but are you still intending to tell your parents about our lifestyle?”

“Yes, I just didn’t think Christmas Eve was the best time to get into that type of conversation,” she said crossing her eyes. 

“I’m not ashamed of the way we live.  Of course, we know there are plenty of benefits.”

“I sensed that under the dining room table.” Carla shot him an impish grin.

“Maybe you need a lesson in ‘there’s a time and place for everything’, young lady.” 

As Michael parked the car, Carla reached over and playfully pinched his cheek. “Please be advised, we have an early start tomorrow.  The Campbell kids are awake well before sunrise on Christmas morning.”

“Far be it from me to fool with a Campbell Christmas tradition.”

They casually walked into the house smiling - then raced upstairs like a couple of “hormone-raging” teenagers. 

 

“Do you want to undress me … or would you rather watch?”

Michael silently walked behind Carla and kissed the back of her neck.  His sturdy hands slowly unzipped her dress and reached around to caress her flat, smooth stomach with his fingertips.  He pulled her in close, purposely directing his warm breath near her ear.  “You’re all mine,” he whispered.

She could feel his hardened length behind her and heard the jingle of his belt buckle coming undone as he moved her to the bed.  Carla slipped out of her dress and sat down to become eye level with his rising member.    

“Please, I want to taste you, Michael.”

 

He nodded slowly, closing his eyes as she drew his thick, hard cock closer to her mouth.  While her wet tongue laved underneath his length from the base to tip, she quickly caught a flash of pleasure lighting up his handsome face.  As if she was licking frosting off of a cupcake, every inch of his soft skin was savored while carefully cupping his balls in her hands.  He slid his fingers through her wavy hair gently guiding her head toward him, enjoying every moment as she tugged and pulled with her hand, watching his skin tighten with every passing second.  But as she took his length farther into her mouth, he slowly shook his head no and carefully withdrew from her lips.  Hoping she hadn’t displeased him, she licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip of his cock in appreciation and sighed.

Michael unhinged her bra revealing sumptuous, pillow-soft breasts and moved to the center of the bed rolling Carla on top of him.  Her silky blonde hair barely tickled his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt with one hand while carefully stroking his glistening length with the other. He cradled her head and gently encouraged her to lick and suckle his nipples, but just as she got into a comfortable rhythm, she was flipped onto her back. 

His lips curved upward as he gently spread her legs and noticed a large, wet stain on the outside of the dark cotton fabric.  “These are coming down right now,” he said in a low, quiet voice as he slowly removed her panties.  Brushing the tip of his penis up and down her smooth, bare pussy, he teased her in hopes that she would beg for more. 

“Michael, I want you inside me.”

“Be a good girl,” he whispered.

Instead of diving in with his full length, he barely penetrated her velvety folds and then pulled back.  Carla fought to take on more, as Michael twisted and pinched her stiff nipples with his fingers.  She placed her hands around his warm neck and mewled from the acute sensations of pain and pleasure. 

 

“Please stop teasing me,” she begged.

His thick, taut shaft was slowly eased inside her slippery passage until penetration was absolute.  She responded and rocked her hips up and down in cadence with his movement.  Their need for conversation finally ended. 

Carla planted her hands firmly on his bottom and drew him closer, leaving no room between them.  Sensing she was about to crest, Michael tossed his head back as a deep groan emanated from his throat.  With eyes closed and a throbbing clit, she moaned in satisfaction while his hot semen pulsed like the beat of a drum until he was soft inside her.  Their breathing finally returned to normal as he gently rubbed his cheek onto hers and kissed the tip of her nose.

 

“Merry Christmas,” she purred.

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WHAT KIND OF DOCTOR ARE YOU? #WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY

A huge thank you to Melody Parks for putting together “Wip It Up Wednesday”!  I have been sharing our WIP “The Author’s Friends” for some time now, and if you want to see other snippets from this work – they are at the bottom of the page in the archives.  In this scene, Michael just came home from a “family meeting” to find Carla feeling a little more anxious than usual – so he decided to give her some special attention.

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“I originally thought we’d go out to eat, but you look a little flushed.  Are you feeling okay?”

“Your family is emotionally exhausting.  I’m probably just tired.”

“Why don’t we stay in?  I’m certainly capable of preparing a couple of omelets and we have some fresh fruit.  It might be a good idea for you to go upstairs and lie down for a while.”

“I don’t know what’s come over me.” Carla palmed her rosy cheeks and headed for the stairs.

Michael stood in the living room alone with his thoughts for a moment and then joined her upstairs in the bedroom.

“As much as I believe my family is capable of bringing on physical symptoms of anxiety, I want to make sure that you aren’t coming down with a virus, sweetie.  Maybe I should take your temperature.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.  It’s probably just a hot flash.” She sat up on the bed quickly, her lips forming a worried smile.

“Carla, we both know you’re too young for hormonal imbalance symptoms.”  He shook his head, reached into the closet and pulled out a plastic box.  Turning around, he rotated his finger.  “Slide down those panties and roll over onto your side, please.”

“Really Michael, after all that went on with your family today, you want to play anal games?”

Ignoring her comment, he calmly sat down on the side of the bed and coated the thermometer with lube.  “If I have to ask you to turn over one more time, the insertion will take place over my knee.  Is that position more appealing to you?”

“Not when there’s a mean looking flat-backed hairbrush on the dresser.” She immediately pulled her panties down to her knees and rolled over onto her side.

“Good girl,” he said as he slowly lifted her skirt to reveal her naked backside.  “Bend your knees for me, please.” He tenderly patted her fleshy buttocks with his hand.

“Would this be the wrong time to remind you that you’re not a medical doctor?  Although you constantly seem to be worried about my …. ahh!  Jesus, you could have warned me it was going in.”

“What and take all the fun out of it?” He smiled and slowly moved the slick bulbous tip further into her anus. 

“It only needs to be in for three minutes,” she advised looking over her shoulder.

“As your doctor, I will decide how long to keep the thermometer in your bottom,” he retorted, gently pulling it out to the tip and gliding it all the way back in.

“Gaah!  Stop playing games!  You are a pervert, Dr. Cohen.”

“You better hope you’re running a temperature, Ms. Campbell because if you aren’t sick - the next thing to enter your lovely behind will be hard, but not so thin.” Michael grinned as he twisted and twirled the thermometer in her bum.

“Do you think this will divert my attention from your family’s antics or are you really just amusing yourself on a Sunday afternoon?”

Michael removed and checked the thermometer.  “Your temperature is normal, so you might as well get comfortable while I prepare for a rectal exam,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled a latex glove from the plastic box.

Carla closed her eyes as Michael separated her cheeks and gently blew a breath of cool air on and around her shivering back entrance.

“Mmm.  I can see you’re going to dispense with idle chit chat.  This is just a suggestion, but speaking to your patients during an exam might put them at ease.”

He lightly circled the perimeter of her dark hole with his slick finger.  “Sorry, but my best conversation starters were already used this morning.”  He paused.  “You’ll feel my finger in your bottom now,” he warned as his thick appendage smoothly slid into her anus.

“That sounded so authentic, Dr. Cohen.” Her voice was breathless and muffled by the pillow.

She quivered as he gently moved his finger deeper and deeper into her slim passage.  “Everything feels perfectly normal in here,” he said as he carefully removed his digit and kissed her hip.  “Don’t worry, Carla.  We’ll have a beautiful affair … with or without my family.”  He removed his glove and helped pull up her panties.  “Now let’s go downstairs and I’ll whip up a couple of omelets.”

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