Katherine Dean is an erotic romance author who is no stranger to sweet elements of BDSM, spanking and discipline. Perhaps you have read her novels such as Wren’s Redemption and The Coach’s Discipline. But yesterday she released her first self-published work, the novella Dancing with a Dom – a romantic yet kinky story about a plus size lady who gets her self-confidence back with some unusual approach.
Amazon link – http://amzn.to/1rosc1u
To this day, I’m still not sure which is more embarrassing.
Being left by your husband who says you are fat, overbearing, and frigid in bed.
Or having to change partners midway through a season of televised dancing–because your partner can’t lift you.
Both hurt. A lot. The first made me want to curl up into a little ball and hibernate. Since I had plenty of fat to store away for the winter, it didn’t sound like a bad idea.
The second left me so angry, I waltzed the man through his own set of moves–straight up to the full mirror. Then I lifted him. Luckily, he didn’t get hurt. And I didn’t get sued.
But that’s how I ended up over the knee of the hottest man I have ever met.
After he spanked me, he became my new partner.
NOTE: This novella originally appeared in the USATODAY BESTSELLER Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine’s Day Stories.
Not persuaded? Read that hot excerpt.
“You are so responsive, my beautiful little girl.” He caressed her neck and swayed with her. “If I spanked you right now, do you think you would come?”
She shuddered in his tight grip.
“Bend at the waist.”
As she obeyed, he watched with awe her gorgeous round globes stretching her black yoga pants. “You have a lovely ass.” He smacked the right cheek. “Begging to be spanked. Would you like me to spank you, Macy?”
He changed the music. The fast beat of the rhythms added to his anticipation as he stroked and slapped each buttock. He smacked one cheek, watching it wiggle. Then the other, picking up the pace with the music. A fire built in him as his cock strained in his pants. “How are you doing?” When he stopped, she groaned loudly.
“Stand up, grab the bar, and bend over with your back straight and your ass out. I’m taking your pants down, now, beautiful girl. I want to feel your flesh against the palm of my hand.”
She whimpered and obeyed, grabbing the bar in a tight fist as she hung her head.
He pulled down her yoga pants and white cotton panties and paddled her ass fast and hard, changing and alternating with the rhythms of the jungle music. Her cheeks reddened quickly as they bounced and jiggled at each firm slap. It was as perfect as he had envisioned. The curves of her cheeks begged to be rubbed, squeezed, whipped, fucked… He hadn’t felt this way in such a long time.
Brushing his finger across her wet pussy lips, he felt the abundant arousal sliding down her legs. “You are so responsive. So wet. So fuckable. Look,” he commanded.
She squeezed her eyes shut and hunched her shoulders. He smacked her hard in the spot where her glowing buttocks met her thighs. She shrieked and tried to shield herself.
“I told you to do something, my beautiful little sub. Look in the mirror.” He pulled her away from the bar and turned her so her red ass reflected in the mirror. “See my beautiful marks on you. See how you glow.”
Her glossy eyes widened, and she licked her lips, breathing heavily as she focused on his favorite sight.
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