Spanking Detective: The Case of the Killer Heels is available today! Follow Diana Street, a no nonsense private detective who spanks her way through a high profile murder case, while making love to the women she meets along the way. Wayward females learn that Diana has little patience with those who break her rules; and men in need of an “attitude adjustment,” fall into step when Diana snaps her fingers. Along the way, Diana solves the murder and spanks everyone who needs it.
Spanking Detective Excerpt
Wilson reached the point in the video where I stopped panning the neighborhood and settled the lens on the front window. The image flickered for a moment – to conserve the memory card, I had switched off the camera till the action started. That happened with the bare-assed switching of the maid at the hands of Daniel Lauren. Miyu watched in horror as her ass was blistered in front of Wilson’s eyes, and she winced each time a stroke fell across her lovely ass.
Wilson’s eyes got wide when the second stroke cracked across her butt. Wordlessly, his lips moved, and I could see that the detective was mentally counting the strokes and watching the young Asian woman’s ass shimmy with every impact. Wilson turned to Miyu when the whipping was finished. He was struggling with his emotions: He was both turned on by what he had seen, but also realized that the whipping made Miyu a good suspect in Daniel Lauren’s murder. Wilson was conflicted, but the cop in him won out. He faced Miyu with hard eyes.
“I thought you said there were no problems between you and Daniel Lauren?” The rising tone in Wilson’s voice made it clear that it was both question and accusation.
Miyu shifted uncomfortably. Her sudden discomfort came from more than the switch marks that crisscrossed her backside. For the first time since she’d entered the station, I saw Miyu’s confident air waver. “Mr. Lauren believed in discipline in the house.” Her high voice quavered, and she blinked several times.
“That looks to me like you might have reason to want Lauren dead.”
“No, sir!” Miyu shook her head violently, and the black curtain of her hair was like a living wave around Miyu’s shoulders and neck. “He just did it because I needed it.”
“Deserved it.” Miyu’s shoulders slumped, and she hung her head. Body language is important, and I paid attention to every twitch and tweak. I knew Wilson was doing the same, but he didn’t have the same kind of eye for these things that I did. “The Lauren’s were planning a party on Friday,” Miyu said. “I neglected to call the caterers.”
“And he whipped you for that?” It was my turn for a question, and I managed to ask it before Wilson could. He turned icy eyes on me; Wilson’s never happy when I interrupt an interview. But I had to know. It seemed that Daniel Lauren had rules and punishments that were more strict than mine. I had to know more.
“Mr. Lauren believed in discipline.” Miyu blushed. It was a pretty sight. “Sometimes he spanked me. Sometimes…” Miyu’s voice trailed off. She looked up and met my eyes with her own. There was a sparkle in those dark depths. “Sometimes he whipped me,” she whispered.
Her posture. Her voice. They told me everything about Miyu that I needed to know. She was a submissive, and I didn’t think that the whipping she received from Daniel was beyond her capability to absorb pain. The switching had hurt. There was no doubt about that. But I also didn’t believe that she had killed Daniel Lauren – at least not for her punishment. Miyu had enjoyed the pain. And if I was right about this woman, she craved more.