HIS NEW RULE#SATSPANKS#MAFIAROMANCE

Hi there and welcome back to my blog! This week my snippet continues from His to Protect and the following is a bit more of Anthony and Jennie's sexy scene. I hope you enjoy this little teaser!

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 “We’ve both had a long day, little one. Get your nightgown on and wait for me in the bedroom.”

Jennie licked her lips as she stared into the delicious roaring fire that Anthony built for them, and her eyelashes fluttered when the sparks danced and crackled on the logs. “Are you going to tuck me in now and say goodnight, or will you come in later?”

“I’ll be in soon,” he insisted in a firm but gentle manner, “and I have a new rule that I’d like to implement…”

“Is this request coming from the guy who kidnapped me, or the man who is pretending to be my husband?”

His eyes darkened as he vaulted off the couch to face her. “I do not make requests—I make rules. And while you’re living under this roof with me, you will do as I say. Is that clear, bambolina?”

Though her insides quivered at his stern demeanor, she pursed her lips in defiance. Something inside her just loved to provoke him. To taunt him. To see how far she could take him.

“From now on when you get undressed at the end of each day, you’ll remove your panties before you put your nightgown on. Do I need to tell you why?”

“Do I need to remind you that you’re not really my husband?”

A crooked smile emerged as he angled his head toward her. “Which part of I’m the head of this house, and you’ll do as I say do you not understand?”

And now for the blurb:

She was supposed to be off-limits. He took her anyway.

Anthony DiPasquale knew that as the stepdaughter of a powerful mob boss, Jennie Salerno was off-limits, but if he was the kind of man who followed the rules he wouldn't be in Italy on the run from the feds in the first place. Though her father plans to marry Jennie off for his own benefit, when Anthony realizes she is in danger he makes it clear to the beautiful nineteen-year-old that she will be coming with him and he will be protecting her whether she likes it or not.

Jennie soon learns the hard way that Anthony will not hesitate to carry out his threat to spank her if she disobeys, but when he claims her virgin body roughly while her backside is still sore the pleasure is more intense than she would have thought possible. Even after she puts herself at risk again and her bottom is punished inside and out, her arousal is as intense as it is undeniable.

Over the coming days Jennie discovers what it means to be thoroughly mastered by a man who never tires of making her blush crimson and beg shamefully for each quivering climax, but when the heat on Anthony dies down and he returns to America will he bring her home with him?

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As always, thanks for stopping by to see me and have a great holiday weekend!! ~  Shelly 

BEND ACROSS MY LAP#SATSPANKS#MAFIA ROMANCE

  

Hi there and welcome back to my blog! This week my snippet continues from His to Protect and the following explains why Jennie was in so much trouble (ouch). In case you missed last week's post (I'm not sure why my permalink didn't work) you can find it here. I hope you enjoy this little teaser!

 

While shuffling past him, her top just skimmed her round reddened cheeks, and his pants grew tighter than he ever thought was possible. God, he did want her. He wanted to slide his cock into every virginal hole on her body, and he wanted to fuck her hard.

Following her into the bedroom, he sat down on the mattress and held out his palm, waiting patiently for her to hand him the clear plastic implement. When she did, he tapped the back of it onto his thigh.

“Bend across my lap and let’s get this done.”

After putting the brush next to him, he arranged her buttocks up nice and high over one knee and was just about to discipline her naughty ass, when she turned her neck to face him. “Is this really necessary? You’ve already punished me, and I’ve told you that I won’t try to call anyone again.”

Calmly, he placed his large hand on her firm bare bottom and squeezed her warm flesh possessively. “This is necessary, because I say it is. Now, tell me why you are being disciplined.”

“B-because I took your disposable cell phone without asking?” she sputtered in a tremulous voice.

Crack. He connected the flat of her hairbrush to the base of her left cheek, and the impact of the plastic making direct contact with her tender skin caused her petite body to bolt upright.

“Fuck! That hurt!”

“How many times have I told you to watch the language?” he scolded, tapping the brush on her other cheek. “Foul words coming from such a beautiful mouth will not be tolerated in this house. Have I not been clear about that rule?”

Crack.

“I’m sorry! I forgot!”

“What else have you forgotten today?”

Crack.

His lips formed a wicked grin as he watched her flesh flutter and redden as she quietly waited for the next smack. Though she sometimes seemed defiant, he suspected that all she really wanted was loving dominance.

Crack.

“Answer me.”

“I shouldn’t trust anyone on the outside—not even my sister Sophia…”

He tugged her legs open and swatted the delicate skin inside each thigh. “And why is that?”

“Oh, God—because it will put us in danger,” she whimpered as her eyes filled with tears of true remorse. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Though she apologized profusely, he showed no mercy as he spanked her poor blotchy behind with the square plastic implement, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm from her left globe to her right. “The next time you disobey me, I’ll bend your naked bottom over this bed and plug it with a shiny steel implement, and then you’ll receive a good hard strapping. Is that what you need, young lady? Does this flaming ass need to be disciplined with a belt after it’s been plugged?” he scolded, his hands smoothing over her hot globes as he inspected them closely.

And now for the blurb:

She was supposed to be off-limits. He took her anyway.

Anthony DiPasquale knew that as the stepdaughter of a powerful mob boss, Jennie Salerno was off-limits, but if he was the kind of man who followed the rules he wouldn't be in Italy on the run from the feds in the first place. Though her father plans to marry Jennie off for his own benefit, when Anthony realizes she is in danger he makes it clear to the beautiful nineteen-year-old that she will be coming with him and he will be protecting her whether she likes it or not.

Jennie soon learns the hard way that Anthony will not hesitate to carry out his threat to spank her if she disobeys, but when he claims her virgin body roughly while her backside is still sore the pleasure is more intense than she would have thought possible. Even after she puts herself at risk again and her bottom is punished inside and out, her arousal is as intense as it is undeniable.

Over the coming days Jennie discovers what it means to be thoroughly mastered by a man who never tires of making her blush crimson and beg shamefully for each quivering climax, but when the heat on Anthony dies down and he returns to America will he bring her home with him?

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As always, thanks for stopping by to see me! ~  Shelly 

A LUSCIOUS TEASE#SATSPANKS#MAFIA ROMANCE

Hi there and welcome back to my blog! My snippet this week is from His to Protect and the following is a sexy scene starring Anthony and Jennie! I've always been a lover of mafia stories, so this one was fun to write! I hope you enjoy this little teaser.

Standing in the corner like a naughty little girl with her pants and panties draped around her ankles, she turned to watch him approach her. His walk was slow and calculated, like a leopard stalking its prey—and his tone was calm and commanding.

“Push your gorgeous ass back out. I want to examine it.”

A nervous chill of excitement ran through Jennie’s body as his eyes studied her well-spanked cheeks that were just peeking out from under the short pajama top. And then she saw him reposition the hard bulge at his crotch.

Jesus Christ. This was turning him on.

“Turn around, bad girl,” he chastised, tracing her stinging globes with his fingertip before giving them a heavy squeeze to hold in the heat. “You’re supposed to be contemplating the grave mistake you made today.”

She raised her hips in hope of some gentle attention, but it only earned her another brisk slap to each warm globe. “Stop that!” she insisted, trying to shake off the burn as she waved her ass back and forth.

“Oh, so now you’re going to tease me, eh? You have no idea what you’re asking for, little one.” As he twirled her around, his mouth descended upon her soft lips, enveloping them in a delicious kiss. “Your luscious scent has been in the air since I spanked your naughty ass. And I’d like nothing more than to fuck you until you can’t walk straight. But…”

As she took a step backward, her wide-eyed stare never left his.

“I want you, Jennie. I want to fuck your tender young pussy hard and make you mine. But right now, you are going to bring me your hairbrush. Right now, you’re going to be taken over my knee to learn a valuable lesson in obedience. How many times have you been told about the vulgar language?”

And now for the blurb:

She was supposed to be off-limits. He took her anyway.

Anthony DiPasquale knew that as the stepdaughter of a powerful mob boss, Jennie Salerno was off-limits, but if he was the kind of man who followed the rules he wouldn't be in Italy on the run from the feds in the first place. Though her father plans to marry Jennie off for his own benefit, when Anthony realizes she is in danger he makes it clear to the beautiful nineteen-year-old that she will be coming with him and he will be protecting her whether she likes it or not.

Jennie soon learns the hard way that Anthony will not hesitate to carry out his threat to spank her if she disobeys, but when he claims her virgin body roughly while her backside is still sore the pleasure is more intense than she would have thought possible. Even after she puts herself at risk again and her bottom is punished inside and out, her arousal is as intense as it is undeniable.

Over the coming days Jennie discovers what it means to be thoroughly mastered by a man who never tires of making her blush crimson and beg shamefully for each quivering climax, but when the heat on Anthony dies down and he returns to America will he bring her home with him?

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As always, thanks for stopping by to see me! ~  Shelly 

PRIVATE QUARTERS#SATSPANKS#AGEPLAY

  

Hi there and welcome back to my blog. Please keep in mind that The President's Little Sweetheart  was a period piece written as a throwback to 1966. And here is a quick peek at David taking his girl for a trip on his presidential aircraft!  Hope you enjoy!!

Taking her hand, together they teetered back to the rear of the plane until they reached a door that was clearly marked Private Quarters for the President of the United States.

A Secret Service agent opened the door, while David and Cassidy walked into a private study outfitted with enough telephones and chairs that could accommodate a small meeting. “I get a lot of work done here,” David pointed out. 

Cassidy’s grin was crooked as she crossed one leg in front of the other. “Right. Sorry about that.” 

Opening another door, David revealed a bedroom with an adjoining bathroom. “Here you go, sweet pea.”

Cassidy opened the door and her jaw dropped. There stood a toilet along with a vanity and a shower stall. “David, this is beyond unbelievable.”

“Just one of the perks of the job. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to fly commercial again once my term is over,” he joked, sitting down in a chair that was adjacent to the queen-size bed. “I’ll wait for you here.”

“I’m sure there’s another four years ahead before you have to worry about that,” she reassured, holding onto the door frame. “I’m so glad to be here with you.”

“And I can’t imagine my life without you, kitty cat.” He paused, angling his head toward her. “Did you need to use the bathroom?”

“Be right back,” she said, pointing one finger in the air.

After about ten minutes, his fingers began tapping on the arm of the chair as he wondered what was taking her so long to return. Standing, he finally walked over to the bathroom and gently knocked on the hard, smooth surface.

“Is everything okay in there?”

“Could you come in here, please, Daddy?” she asked quietly.

“Daddy?” His brow wrinkled with worry as he reached for the knob, but his demeanor changed as he opened the door and witnessed her crouching on top of the covered commode on her knees, her miniskirt wrapped around her waist, peering over her shoulder. Cassidy’s top was tight and the stiff tips of her nipples poked against the black nylon fabric. Her dark bangs were falling into her eyes, and her lips were pursed in that cute little pout…

With a soft moan, he adjusted his aching cock, hoping for a bit of relief as he watched her toss the long-angled side of her bobbed hair.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Mr. President,” she purred in a low, throaty tone.

Blinking twice, trying to clear his head as he backed up against the open door, he looked both ways, hoping no one had noticed how long they’d been gone from their seats. “We shouldn’t do this in here, kitten.” His voice was gravelly as he clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to control himself.

“Since when did you start caring what anyone thinks?” she asked, baiting him.

“Keep this up, and my tongue will fuck you so hard, you won’t remember who I am.”

“Oh, I’ll remember you, David Buck. You’re the President of the United States of America.”

And now the blurb:

  

When President David Buck sees his secretary’s assistant, twenty-five-year-old Cassie Miles, surreptitiously smoking a cigarette outside his Oval Office window on a cold January day in 1966, his desire to lovingly dominate a woman returns for the first time since his wife’s death.

Receiving a stern lecture from the most powerful man in the world brings a blush to Cassie’s cheeks, but the idea of being chastised like a naughty little girl arouses her deeply and over the coming days she cannot get the thought of being taken over the president’s knee off her mind. Her fantasies become reality soon enough when her sharp tongue gets her into trouble and David bares her bottom and spanks her soundly, informing her that from now on he will be the firm, loving daddy she needs.

Before long David is bathing his little girl, caring for her when she is sick, and spanking her bare bottom whenever she is naughty. Cassie delights in her daddy’s attention, and being taken in his arms is better than she would have ever thought possible, but as their relationship deepens David and Cassie face the scrutiny of political friends and foes alike. When it becomes clear that there are more sinister enemies lurking in the shadows who will stop at nothing to gain power, will David have to choose between his love for Cassie and his ability to lead the country?

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Well, that's it for me today. Hope you have a great week!! ~ Shelly

A PRESIDENTIAL SPANKING#SATSPANKS#AGEPLAY

Hi there and welcome back to my blog. Please keep in mind that The President's Little Sweetheart  was written as a throwback to the 1960's. And here is a quick peek at David introducing his girlfriend Cassie to an age-play lifestyle in 1966!  Hope you enjoy!!

“Cassie, I want to take care of you. Is that something you’re still interested in?”

She nodded.

“Well, then you need to trust that I’m going to make the right choices. We’ll figure things out as we go along.”

“I do trust you, but moving in here is just the craziest fucking idea I’ve heard in a long time.”

The president patted his thigh. “There can’t be buts when it comes to trust between us.”

Slowly, she moved in his direction. “You want me to sit on your lap?”

“No, I want your backside over it. Now come here and put yourself across my knee,” he said, curling his finger in the air.

“You can’t be serious,” she managed through a nervous laugh.

His arms crossed as his eyes darkened. “Your gorgeous heinie deserves to be spanked for two reasons: One, for not trusting that I have your best interests at heart, and two, for the unacceptable language that shouldn’t be flowing from a young lady’s mouth. Especially my young lady. Now, are you coming, Cassie? Or should I come and get you?” he asked, calmly drumming his fingers on the cushioned couch fabric.

Taking a deep breath, her face flushed a bright shade of pink as she inched her way toward him and lowered herself right across his muscular thighs. After taking his time to reposition her bottom nice and high over one knee, he pulled up her skirt, exposing her white cotton panties, and landed a heavy swat straight across her lush raised behind.

“Good lord!” she yelped. “That hurts!”

“Yes, a spanking usually does, sweet girl,” he advised before his open palm smacked her fluttering buttocks a second time. Cassidy’s inherent spunk kicked in as she sprang upward and squirmed to escape his grasp.

“There’ll be none of that now,” David scolded, scissoring his legs between hers. “And while you’re face down across my lap, I might as well remind you who’s the head of this house,” he added, reveling in her round, blushing cheeks poking out from the bottom of her underpants, quivering with each swift smack. As the intense heat spread across her sensitive skin, he imagined how much his chastisement stung her beautiful behind and noticed that Cassidy’s eyes had pooled with tears as she writhed and wiggled. Watching her trying to get free, he couldn’t help but stare lustfully at her naked sex, which she managed to expose in the process of shamelessly thrashing about.

"For God’s sake, you’re the president of the United States. I know you’re in charge!” she shrieked. 

And now the blurb:

  

When President David Buck sees his secretary’s assistant, twenty-five-year-old Cassie Miles, surreptitiously smoking a cigarette outside his Oval Office window on a cold January day in 1966, his desire to lovingly dominate a woman returns for the first time since his wife’s death.

Receiving a stern lecture from the most powerful man in the world brings a blush to Cassie’s cheeks, but the idea of being chastised like a naughty little girl arouses her deeply and over the coming days she cannot get the thought of being taken over the president’s knee off her mind. Her fantasies become reality soon enough when her sharp tongue gets her into trouble and David bares her bottom and spanks her soundly, informing her that from now on he will be the firm, loving daddy she needs.

Before long David is bathing his little girl, caring for her when she is sick, and spanking her bare bottom whenever she is naughty. Cassie delights in her daddy’s attention, and being taken in his arms is better than she would have ever thought possible, but as their relationship deepens David and Cassie face the scrutiny of political friends and foes alike. When it becomes clear that there are more sinister enemies lurking in the shadows who will stop at nothing to gain power, will David have to choose between his love for Cassie and his ability to lead the country?

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Well, that's it for me today. Hope you have a great week!! ~ Shelly