Tuesday, December 29, 2015

YOU SHOULDN'T BE IN THERE#WIPITUPWEDNESDAY



Welcome Wipsters!  Though it's a bit early - I want to wish you all a Happy and Healthy New Year!  The following is a scene from our new release - His Firm Hand - and it is the weekend, so Michele is not in age-play mode.  I don't think you'll need much more of a set-up than that! ;)   Hope you all enjoy!


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The headboard supported Paul’s back as he appeared completely relaxed on the bed waiting for her. Feeling tentative, she walked into the room wearing only a white fluffy towel.


“Turn around and drop it,” he instructed in a low, soft tone. “You know how I love to gaze at your warm pink bottom right after a hot shower.”


Michele closed her eyes and pivoted, releasing the towel from her tight grasp. Crawling toward her, he reached out and pulled her full, lush buttocks closer, his palm caressing and squeezing the steamy flesh in his hand.


“I thought we’d try something new tonight, baby. Are you interested?” He slid off the bed and turned Michele around, lowering his soft lips onto hers. Kissing her deeply, he reached to stroke her moist labia, the tips of his fingers skillfully teasing her hardening clit.


She blinked and swallowed hard. “S-something new? Sure, what do you have in mind?”


After a playful wink, he bent his wife at the waist over the side of the bed until her face was low to the mattress and her bottom raised high in the air. Instantly, she noticed a large tube of gel on the bed and a container of wet wipes.


“I wouldn’t call this a new position,” she responded in a muffled tone.


The palms of his hands pulled her luscious, soft moons apart, and stretched her cleft farther than he had ever done before. “Now don’t you move, my sassy sweet girl. Do you think you can follow that direction?” But before she could answer, he was on his knees and touched the silky, smooth rim of her anus with the tip of his tongue, causing her body to involuntarily snap upright.


“Oh, my God, don’t do that.”


“Did I tell you not to move, Michele?” he scolded in a quiet voice.


“You shouldn’t be in there. It’s not right.”


“Give it a chance, and when I’m done, you can decide how you feel about it. Fair?”


“Yes, sir.”
 

“Good girl. Now relax and try to keep still.”


Michele lowered herself and closed her eyes as Paul raised her hips back into position. Separating her mounds once again, he eyed his target and pulled her close. This time his tongue touched down firmly, but gently and swirled the perimeter of her small rosebud.


“Ooh, Paul. You’re crazy.” She giggled as the nerve endings in her anus shivered and tingled. But her laughter came to a quick halt after he coated his thick finger in a cool, heavy gel and firmly tapped her bottom hole.


As Michele lifted her head and turned around, his firm hand smacked her buttocks. “We’re going to try something new tonight, so behave yourself.”


Her eyes widened as she watched him lather and stroke his hard cock with the same gel. “I don’t know about this, Paul.”


“It’s not like I haven’t been inside your ass before. We’ve been getting ready for this day for a long time. Just relax and let me stretch you with my finger first.”


“Your cock is much bigger than your finger. I don’t know if I can do this.”


“Sure you can.” His voice was soothing, but insistent at the same time. “Now let me properly prepare you.” He slathered her cleft with more gel and swirled it around the smooth entrance of her ass. 

Her eyes squinted as his finger finally pressed inside. “It’s time to let me in, sweetie.”

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And now The Blurb:


When his twenty-five-year-old wife, Michele, drinks two beers on an empty stomach after an especially frustrating day at work and then drives home more than a little tipsy, Paul Fazio realizes he has to step in before things get out of control. He decides it is time to bring back the rules and consequences that governed their relationship in the past, enforced by his firm hand applied to his beautiful bride’s bare bottom as often as he feels it necessary.



Paul’s stern discipline and loving dominance quickly prove to be just what Michele has been missing, but his plans for her extend well beyond a bright red, sore bottom when her behavior warrants it. What his headstrong young wife needs is not only a devoted husband, but a strict daddy as well.



Soon enough Michele is living the life of a bratty teenager each day when she gets home from work, and Paul is giving her both the hard, bare-bottom spankings and the gentle comfort and reassurance that she needs. But can she ever truly put aside her stress and relax in her daddy’s loving arms, trusting that no matter how much she acts out she will always be his little girl?

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As always, thanks so much for stopping by to read!  But before you go, please take a hop onto the other steamy posts that are just waiting for you!  Have a wonderful rest of the week - and be safe on the holiday :)  ~ shelly

Friday, December 18, 2015

SANTA SPANKS#SATSPANKS


Happy Saturday to all, and I hope you're enjoying a fun weekend!  This week I'm excited to report that our first full AP story, "His Firm Hand" is LIVE on Amazon, so I thought I'd give you all a little nibble.


Since Christmas is almost here, I thought it would be fun to share a snippet of Michele being tossed over Santa's knee instead of sitting on it.  Of course, the role of Santa is being played by her husband, Paul.  Enjoy!





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“Do you think this is funny, young lady?” He patted his lap, eyeing her intently.

Michele inched closer with fingers interlocked behind the small of her back.



“Come here. Now.” He curled a finger and pointed for her to stand before him.

She obeyed reluctantly.

“Lower your skirt,” he growled.

When she dropped the short denim fabric and kicked it aside, he grabbed her by the waist and bent his small wife over his hard thighs.

“Most people sit on Santa’s lap, not get tossed over it,” she sassed.

Paul shifted his wife forward a bit, placing her beautiful upturned bottom in a good spanking position. There was not a verbal exchange, or warm-up on her covered backside. Paul removed his white glove, yanked down her cotton panties, and applied his large hand to each bare cheek with hard and swift strokes. As he made contact again and again with her soft pale skin, Michele yelped and writhed with each quick swat.

“Oh, my God, that hurts! What happened to the glove?”


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Well, that's it for me today.  Thanks for hopping by and please continue reading ... there are plenty of steamy posts to enjoy!  Have a great week and a Merry Christmas! ~ shelly