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Showing posts with label The Art of Forgiveness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Art of Forgiveness. Show all posts

Friday, December 13, 2013

The Art of Forgiveness - (Excerpt)


Hi, everyone!
Once again, welcome to #SatSpanks.
This week's offering is an excerpt from my story,
"The Art of Forgiveness"
which can be found in the book,
"So Spankable!"
 
In the excerpt, Miranda, the ballet-dancing heroine, is mid-spanking with her boyfriend, Vince,
who's complaining about a particular sub-genre of porn he ran across.


I said, “You won’t give a damn about ballerina porn when I get through with you.  You’ll be glad when you see it.  You’ll want to see it then.  You’ll even want to do it.”

Well, Diary, that must’ve hit home because he started smacking me harder, every slap-noise reverberating off the walls in that cavernous room.  But I’m the kind who needs to be lectured to.  I have to have my crimes catalogued for me, or else I have to be questioned closely until I confess all. 

I have to be told what I’m being punished for and how richly I deserve it, but Vince held silent throughout.
 
 
    If you'd like to read the rest of the story, you can get a copy here.  
 
As always, please visit all the other awesome blogs on this hop. 
If you don't, you'll miss some great spankings!  You can find them here.
 

Saturday, March 23, 2013

The Art of Forgiveness (Excerpt)

 
 
 
Hi, Everyone!
Here's an excerpt from my story, "The Art of Forgiveness," which can be found in my new ebook, "So Spankable!"
 
 
 
 
 
“There,” said Vince.  “That ought to hold you.”
 
He went to scoop up his stack of papers, but then he stopped suddenly and looked at me.
 
“I almost forgot,” he said, setting them back down. 
 
He came back around behind me and pulled up my skirt, and then he yanked my panties down all the way to my knees and gave my ass stinging good slap before picking up his papers to leave.
 
While he was gone, I had an inner war with myself for ending up like this, tied to a chair in my boyfriend’s office. 
 
Diary, you know I watch plenty of porn.
 
I knew exactly what I looked like, bound to that chair.  I wondered if Vince even locked the door, wondered if some unsuspecting clerk might not bumble in and find me like that, my pussy on full display for all to see.
 
 
 
 
Thanks for stopping by, and I hope you enjoyed this little snippet. 
If you want to read the whole story, here's the buy link.
By the way, Vince says if you don't visit the other authors' blogs, you'll be next.