HE ALWAYS KEEPS HIS PROMISES #WIPITUPWEDNESDAY

I can’t believe Wednesday is already here, and it’s time to WIP IT UP once again!  Our thanks, as always, to Melody for keeping this hop alive, active and fun for all!  As you can see, we do have a cover for our newest title, 'The Author's Friends', and it should be published soon!  In the meantime, this is a continuation of last week’s snippet from our WIP ‘The Sail of Their Lives’.  We don’t need much of a lead in: Jackie didn’t keep her promise that she wouldn’t meddle in the murder investigation.  Naturally, Daniel comes through with his promise to redden her bottom.  We all knew he would!

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With her head down, large droplets of tears fell quickly onto the white, puffy comforter.  “I’m so sorry.” 

“Yes, I’m sure you are, but I always keep my promises.  You, on the other hand, do not,” he said softly as he rested his back against the headboard.  “Come over here, please.” He patted his lap and waited patiently for her to comply.  She looked at him with wet, pleading eyes. 

“Did I mention the paddle hanging in that closet over there, sweet girl?  This would not be a good time to test me.”

She nodded and hurriedly got herself into position over his lap.  Her head rested comfortably on her hands as Daniel carefully raised the soft, white nightshirt.  She tensed her buttocks in anticipation as a cool breeze from the ceiling fan wafted down. 

 

Quickly, he smoothed her full, round behind and spoke in a gentle tone.  “Don’t clench, Jackie.  I want this bottom nice and soft when I punish it.”  As she complied, his large palm connected sharply with her bare cheek, and he waited for a glowing handprint to appear before striking the other side.  “I am going to spank your backside until it is good and red, young lady,” he said calmly smacking both round globes with an even tempo.  “Then you are going to spend some time in the corner, so you can think about how dangerous this situation is.”

Jackie cried softly as his firm hand met again and again with her tender bottom.  She could feel Daniel's hard cock through the worn jeans and imagined how much he wanted her.  But she also figured he was trying to prove a point, and her next move would be in that dreaded corner across the room holding her nightshirt up to her waist.

True to his word, Daniel gently moved her off his lap once her bottom was rosy and radiant.  He snapped his fingers and pointed to the corner. “I want your nose touching the wall and bare bum out.”

Jackie slowly sauntered over to the corner, raised her cotton, knee-high nightshirt above her waist and dramatically pushed her crimson, bare bottom out on display.

“The fact that I didn’t manage to spank the sass out of you, is just unbelievable.” He leaned on his elbow and marveled at the magnificent exhibition in front of him.

She rolled her eyes to the ceiling and opened her mouth to speak.

“Don’t even think about it.  You know very well there’s no talking while you're in the corner.  And you are going to be standing there, with your nightshirt bunched around your waist for the next fifteen minutes.”

When corner-time ended, Daniel was waiting for her in the deep oxford, large overstuffed leather chair that sat next to the bed.  With arms outstretched, he waited to comfort her as she ran into his arms and got settled in his lap.

“Have I told you how much I hate to stand in the corner?” she asked planting her nose in the folds of his warm, smooth cheek.

“Yes, a couple of times.”  He lovingly secured a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed the side of her head.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she placed the side of her face gently next to his, inhaling a musky scent.  “But we need to have a plan.  What are we going to do?"


He knew she could feel his erection and moved her slightly to the side.  “We’re going to stick together.  That’s why I need you to behave yourself.  I need you, Jackie.  I want you…”

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IT'S AN EYE OPENER #WIPITUPWEDNESDAY

HAPPY WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY!  I didn’t give you much background last week on our new WIP, “The Sail of Their Lives”, so I’ll take the opportunity to fill you in now:

Five years ago, Daniel Bonerati, his wife, Christina, and younger brother, Joey, were sailing on Dan’s boat – when it exploded at sea, leaving him the only survivor.  This cold case was recently handed over to a new authority, and Jackie (Joey’s wife) has been summoned back to Hilton Head by the police for more questioning.  The explosion, originally deemed an accident, has turned into a full-blown murder investigation.

Daniel, her handsome, large, strapping, gentle brother-in-law invites Jackie to stay at his house on the beach for a couple of weeks, and their long-standing, solid friendship of over twenty-five years quickly turns into a romance.  Even though she is horrified to learn that Daniel knows all about the lifestyles she and her late husband practiced (DD and age-play), it is comforting to have found someone she can be herself with again, and Daniel is only delighted to summon his inner dominant personality…

Because this story is a murder mystery, I will try to be careful and share only sex and punishment scenes.  Otherwise, there will be way too many spoilers :)  I hope you enjoy reading the snippets to come.  We've had so much fun writing them! ;)

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Daniel stared at her in disbelief.

“Don’t shoot me - I’m just the messenger.  Wait a minute.  Are you upset that I had lunch with Julie?”

“Of course not, but I thought we felt the same way about gossip.  I don’t want you involved in that sort of dialogue, especially with my partner’s wife.  You never know what could be taken out of context.”

“I was listening, not sharing.” Jackie crossed her arms in defense.

“It doesn’t matter.  Gossip is still bad news.  And why do I feel there’s more to this story you’re not telling me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The innocent look is not going to do you any good, young lady.  We’ve been through this before.  I don’t want you playing detective.  If you are gathering information on my friends and colleagues to pass on to Detective Andrews, then you’re in big trouble.  This investigation is a serious matter, and no suspicion should be cast onto anyone without real, hard facts backing it up.  The idle gossip you are engaging in could cause serious repercussions.  Do you remember what happened the last time you tested me on this issue?”

“Yes.” Her head lowered along with her eyes.

He lifted her chin with the pads of his fingers. “You can do better than that.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Upstairs, right now,” he said quietly.  “Change into your nightgown and wait for me on your bed.”

“We haven’t even had dinner, yet.”  Defiantly, Jackie’s mood changed along with her posture.

“Take those hands off your hips and move your feet upstairs.  Now.”  His voice remained calm, but stern.

When Daniel entered her room, she was sitting on the side of the bed dressed in a long nightshirt.  “This is a very dangerous game you’re playing, Jackie, and it needs to stop this minute.”

She nodded, but didn’t look him in the eye.

“Look at me, please.” He spoke softly as he moved the hair from her eyes.

She took a deep breath and gently took his hand in hers.  “Joey and Christina were my family, too.  I just want to help.”

“Don’t you understand?  I can’t lose you.  Haven’t we both lost enough already?”

“Do you really think I’m a target?  Daniel, someone exploded a boat that I wasn’t on, remember?”

He reached over and propped two pillows up by the headboard.  “Scoot your bottom over here and get comfortable,” he said in a low tone as he helped her into position.

“What are you going to do?” She looked nervous and obeyed his command.

He silently reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a clear, plastic bottle.  “After all these years, I think we need to become better acquainted.  You don’t seem to understand when I am joking or serious.”

“Of course I know w-when you are serious,” she stuttered nervously.

“Unfortunately, it’s a little late to come to that conclusion.” He calmly unsnapped the lid and generously coated his finger with a glob of the slippery substance.

She raised her eyes to the ceiling as he gently bent her knees and patted her bottom.

“Lower your panties, young lady.”

She reached under her nightshirt, lifted her bottom off the bed and slid her panties down to her knees.

“Take them all the way off.  It will make it easier when you walk over to the corner later.” He turned his head slightly and winked at her.

Grimacing, she rolled her panties all the way down and handed them to him as she shook her head. 

Gently, he held her ankles with one hand and applied the pad of his finger to her sensitive bottom hole.  She looked at him briefly, and then squeezed her eyes shut as the tip of his finger slipped in a little further.

“I need to see your eyes, Jackie.”

She obediently opened the lids of her chestnut brown eyes and gasped as his finger edged in a little deeper.  “Let’s go over this one more time, shall we?  Do you remember the last conversation we had about this investigation?”

She nodded as her pupils dilated.  He slowly pushed his long, thick digit deep into her rectum and it stung.  After keeping it in position for a minute, he finally spoke as they stared into each others eyes.  “The next time I hear that you are gathering information for Detective Andrews, I will bend you over this bed and punish your little bottom hole with something much thicker and harder than my finger.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

She watched the satisfied expression on his face as he removed his finger and reached for a disposable wipe.  Quickly placing his arms under her, she was lifted away from the headboard.

“I promised you a reddened bottom, didn’t I?” He slowly raised his head and waited patiently for an answer.

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I really appreciate that you stopped by today and hope you enjoyed a little taste of our WIP!!  Don't forget to hop over and visit the other blogs before you go - there are some great authors who love to share!!   ~ shelly

YOU KNOW THE RULES #WIPITUPWEDNESDAY

Welcome to WIP IT UP Wednesday!   While waiting patiently for ‘The Author’s Friends’ to be published, we decided to bring a WIP back to life that had been put on a shelf!  Under the working title of 'The Sail of Their Lives', this is a murder mystery woven into a DD/Erotic Romance with just a touch of Age-Play. :)  Here’s a quick snippet:

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Jackie felt large hands reach under her skirt; a warm thumb gently stroked over her cotton panties as they became moist with her arousal. 

“Slide your panties down right now,” the deep, clear voice instructed. 

“Should I take them all the way off?”

“Pull them down to your knees, young lady, not further.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

As she slowly slid her cotton underpants down, her skirt was raised in the front.  She held onto broad shoulders as the flat of his slick tongue slowly licked her vagina from bottom to top, carefully and gently circling her fleshy knob with a pointy, wet tip.

“You’re so sweet and soft, my love.”

“Oh God, don’t stop … don’t stop …” Her clitoris quivered as he sucked and nibbled her silky flesh.

 

“You know the rules.  If you come before I give permission, I will take you over my knee and spank your bare bottom, young lady.  I mean it, Jackie … don’t you dare!”

She grabbed the sides of his head as he suddenly thrust his tongue inside her soaked pussy - fucking her over and over again.  Her trembling knees buckled as an intense orgasm swept over her body.

He caught her in his strong arms and stood her up.  “You really could have hung on a little longer."  His head tilted to the side as a crooked smile formed on his lips. "I see no point in pulling up your panties ...”  

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THE PALM OF LOVE #WIPITUPWEDNESDAY

I do love WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY!  If it’s your first time joining us, we either share a work in progress or something from a published work on this blog hop.  This week – I’m bringing you another installment from ‘The Author’s Friends’ – which we REALLY hope will be published soon because I am seriously running.out.of.snippets!  In this week’s scene – Richard is trying to comfort Dana, who is worried that her best friend, Carla, may accept a job in Harrisburg and move away.

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Dana returned to the den and found Richard waiting for her on the couch.  Dressed in her favorite cupcake pajamas with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she crawled into his warm, strong arms. 

 

“I know you can’t go back into therapy with Michael, but have you thought about seeing someone else?  If Carla does take that job in Harrisburg, I’m worried it might set you back emotionally.”

Dana looked up at him with tears welled in her eyes. “I don’t need anyone but you, Richard.”

He kissed her on the cheek and held her close.  “I can’t even imagine what will go on over at Carla and Michael’s house tomorrow.  How is she ever going to make a decision like that?”

“I know what I would do.”  She snuggled closer into the warmth of his chest.

“Promise me you won’t try to sway her, darlin’.  I know we never discussed maintenance spankings, but maybe this would be a good time.  Do you feel like you could use a good cry?  I could take you over my knee and give you just what you need.”

“I’ve read about that type of spanking, and there seems to be a mix of opinions on whether they work.  Some people give them regularly and others like the element of surprise.” Dana sounded a little skeptical.

“Everyone has a different type of relationship, so I guess it’s up to the individuals.  We don’t have to decide today, but I think an emotional release would be good for you right now.”

In silent agreement, Dana withdrew her hands from his neck allowing him to guide her off his lap.  Richard gently positioned her across his knees, so that her head and arms were resting comfortably on their leather couch.  He rubbed her behind lovingly with his hand and slid her pajama bottoms below her bare bum.

He spanked her lightly at first, alternating between cheeks and then increased the firmness of his hand - just enough to have an effect on her subconscious.  There wasn’t a lecture, his palm did all the talking, and she knew exactly what it was saying.  He spanked her slowly and methodically until cleansing tears started to flow.  As the color of her bottom transformed from a soft pink to a rosy hue, she turned her head to the side silently indicating that she was content.  

“Okay, kitten … let’s get you back into my lap to cuddle.”

She nodded with tears streaming, nose running and arms open wide.  Returning to his lap, they kissed and hugged.  Wiping her nose, she was reassured of his unconditional love and reminded that the structure they lived within was their solid foundation.

 

Within minutes she felt safe, secure and was asleep in his arms.

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