#WIPITUP Wednesday – Kitty’s Gift – A Kinky Yuletide Tale #BDSM

Tomorrow I’ll be hitting the publish button for one small and sideways project that caught my attention while I was writing Unorthodox Chemistry. Usually, it is not a good idea to indulge in the temptation of a neat, short story but since the season was right I decided to give it a shot. This is Kitty’s Gift: A Kinky Yuletide Tale, a short Christmas edition focused on Evan and Annabelle, two of my characters from Stroker Ace: A Kinky Fairy Tale.

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2He approached the group and hugged Annabelle from behind. Her body went stiff for a moment as she hadn’t seen him but then she relaxed and pressed her back to his chest.

Mind if I steal her from you for a few minutes?”

Annabelle excused herself with a slight tremble in her voice and allowed Evan to lead her away, to a secluded corner of the gallery. He noticed the strain in her shoulders and moved his hand to rub the base of her neck, a gesture that always calmed her. He leaned to kiss her ear and whispered.

I missed you today.

She gasped and tried to hide her arousal with a nervous laughter.

But Sir, we spent the entire day together.

That is even worse than not seeing you at all.His fingers ran down her waist and he pushed her long hair away so he could kiss her neck. “Being around you all day and not having you on my leash is a torture. Especially when I imagine how you slip your panties off under that cute dress.”

Evan, please…” Oh, that adorable blush whenever he was being inappropriate in public. It was just too sweet. “Someone can hear us.”

He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered softly, his erection grinding against her firm ass.

I’m sorry, pet, but I don’t think I can wait until we get home tonight. If I don’t get to fuck you anytime soon, I’ll explode. I’m sure your tight little cunt is just as wet.”

Please, stop it…” Her nipples went rock hard under the red dress and she moved her hips against the bulge in his pants. “I want you too but...”

So, it’s settled. After you close I want you to stand at the center of the gallery, strip to your stockings and kneel in the waiting position. I have a special surprise.

What?” She nearly choked and looked at him in horror. “Evan, please, you promised not to humiliate me in public.”

There will be no public tonight. We’ll be all alone.” He kissed her lips reassuringly and whispered. “You need to get comfortable with submitting to me outside of our home. I know you’ll love it. Don’t worry.” Evan hugged her tighter as the tremble in her body grew more intense. “You can trust me to take care that no one will see anything. Just do as you’re told.”

But…”

Her question was followed by a sharp stinging slap on her ass that luckily no one got to see.

That’s not a request, Annabelle. If I get down in here after we close and I don’t find you naked and ready for me, there will be consequences.”

She looked scared for a moment so he kissed her again, sliding his tongue in her mouth and running his fingers through her hair until her shaking subsided. Evan reluctantly pulled away and left another small, chaste kiss on her forehead.

See you later, pet. Don’t disappoint me.”

Annabelle cursed him on the inside when he walked away, leaving her wet, hot and bothered. The exhibition wouldn’t be over for at least an hour and she had tons of tasks before officially closing. Tonight was the Christmas Exhibition for Young Talents. Annabelle had to be her graceful, charming self, the art dealer, and gallery owner, not Evan’s submissive slut and filthy pet.

They agreed they’d only play their kinky games at home but she had admitted shyly it would turn her on if they ever did anything semi-public. Annabelle had written it down as a soft limit and Evan told her that he’d push it at his discretion.

Why did he have to play that card tonight?

Annabelle knew she’d surrender to his sensual corruption and soon she’d be doing anything he asks and she’d beg for that privilege.

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I Crave Your #Discipline In My Life #SatSpanks #BDSM

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Hello there, spankos, and everyone who find their way to my depraved, little kingdom. I thought of treating you to a small piece of my Yuletide short story that is coming out next week focusing on some Christmas spanking and body harnesses. I’m at 1k of writing it and I  the weekend. Instead, enjoy that fresh burst of summer with The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo.

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Blurb:

Sage Phoenix has been the thorn in Paul Skyler’s side ever since their final night of high school. She was a bright spot of chaos in his cerebral world of logic and order. The manic pixie dream girl who drove him crazy and left him panting, seduced and longing for more of her spell. The only woman who ever saw him in his most naked and vulnerable state.
For years Paul’s been dreaming of nothing but giving her a taste of her own poison. When he spots Sage behind the glass of her run down tattoo studio he knows he’d never get a better chance. His briefcase contains everything necessary to punish her, put her through her paces and keep her on the edge and at his mercy… just to humiliate her completely and leave her bound to her own tattoo chair.
Little does he suspect that by the end of the night he’d be too addicted to their power exchange to walk away. Little does she know that by the end of the summer she’d be completely under his spell.

Snippet: 

I ran my nails hard down her back and started spanking her ass with loud, hard cracks,
making it nice and red. My other hand had Sage by the throat, limiting the oxygen supply more. The pleasure of hearing her struggles matched perfectly the way her tight cunt felt around me. She was growing soft and a little limp in my arms so I gave her more air, even if I was not letting go of the strap.

Sage squeezed her tight fists and tossed her hair back, trying to look me in the eyes.
“I lied…” I raised my eyebrow at her, too lost in fucking and nearly strangling her to
fully comprehend her words. “No one ever fucked me in the ass before. I want you to be my first.”

That simple sentence knocked me down and I breathed hard, staring at her in disbelief.
The knowledge I could do something that sexual hellcat was naive and virginal about shot
through my cock just like the wand’s electricity, just like the tight embrace of her cleft around me.

“It’s time to correct that mistake, pet.” I hissed sinisterly and yanked her by the strap so
hard she coughed. Our lips crushed together in the same violent way. My mouth stole her breath and I grabbed the base of the butt plug deeply pushed inside her. She purred and closed her eyes using my moment of distraction to impale herself harder against me.

“Play with your clit piercing now. Keep pulling it and don’t forget what a bad girl you
are for lying to me. It won’t get unpunished.”

“I crave your discipline in my life.” She uttered as in a dream and placed her head on the
floor, breathless, with wide open eyes and black pupils.

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I hope that little moment between my two messed up but charming in their own ways characters peaked your curiosity. You can buy the book here if you are in the mood for hot, sweaty summer nights in December.

Now, head back to Saturday Spanking Inc. for more Saturday naughtiness and disciplinary delights.

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Annabelle Learns A Lesson of Humility #SatSpanks

saturday-spankingsI believe that a good spanking is always a great way to start the weekend. So I finally decided to join that sweet Saturday initiative with a little scene from my novella Stroker Ace: A Kinky Fairy Tale. I’m pretty proud with it so I hope you’d like it as well.

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“One more rule, baby girl. You are not allowed to cum till we say so.” Annabelle shivered with horror at that. How was she supposed to restrain herself when her lust was building up more and more with every harsh blow. Just then she realized that would be the true challenge of the evening.

At about the tenth smack Evan grabbed his wife by her ponytail and opened her mouth with his stiff cock. Annabelle instinctively wrapped her pretty lips around him and started slurping his precum as if on cue. However, he was not in the mood for games of teasing and seduction right now. She hardly gave him blow jobs and at that instant, his main purpose was to make up for the lost time, claim her mouth and throat. Before the hapless woman knew what was going on, his pulsing dick was shoved deep down her throat and gagged her. Evan slapped the cheeks of her face playfully and moved his hips in position to fuck her mouth. Kitty gave him a conspiratorial grin and slammed her palm against Annabelle’s pussy. The latter one screamed on the cock that was choking her. The slick mix of saliva and phlegm ran down her face as she tried to handle Evan’s prick.

“Count, girl. Don’t think you’re off the hook, keep counting.” Kitty was having a blast as Annabelle tried to multitask between sucking cock and uttering muffled numbers. Kitty shoved three digits in her pussy and pressed her forefinger to the rough, grainy patch of her G-spot. That made the poor pet jump into a near orgasmic state. Kitty would pull her fingers out and spread the juices all over the sore, beaten ass as if they were lotion.

Annabelle gradually overcame her embarrassment and blinked her tears away staring at Evan’s eyes. Every few seconds he was pulling out just to slam deep back in her throat making it bulge under the pressure. She placed her fingers on his balls and raised her head so she would suck him even deeper.

“Wow, who would have though a refined lady like her would be such an eager dick sucker.” Kitty laughed as Annabelle bobbed her head up and down on her husband’s cock. He was in heaven, grunting and moaning the whole time, his fist was holding her by the ponytail and pressed her head harder. However when she took the initiative something in him got unleashed.

“Oh, yes, she is really just a filthy whore.” Annabelle trembled at these words. Her worst fears were resurfacing and the emotional sting hurt her more than any spanking that Kitty could give her. Still she kept sucking with the same zest while the other woman was spreading her cunt and testing how many fingers would fit in there. It took her all of her strength not to give into the orgasm. It seemed as if every sensitive point of hers was on fire. The way Evan used her mouth for his pleasure didn’t make it any easier for her to control her pussy.

Finally, he pulled out and slapped her face with his throbbing cock, clearly on the verge of shooting his load. He smeared the precum and spit all over Annabelle’s pretty features as if applying makeup, using his tip as a brush.

“Mmm, our little pet seems to love pain.” Kitty raised her fingers and Evan gasped as soon as he saw how soaked they were, slimy and slippery.

“T-twenty…” Annabelle’s tortured voice escaped her stained lips and her ass muscles stiffened. She was half prepared for Kitty’s hand to smack her again. Instead, the woman ran her hand down her back in a loving caress.

“Good girl. You took your beating so well, much better than I expected. But don’t get complaisant, you have a lot to prove.” Kitty ran her hand over Annabelle’s ponytail, smoothing her hair.

“The night is still young, darling.” He yanked Annabelle’s head back once more and looked up at his accomplice. “Do you have something harder at that bag of yours? I want to see how much her ass can handle.”

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Promotional Post: Katherine Dean and Dancing With A Dom

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.

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