Oftentimes, readers have their own ideas about stories and spanking scenes. They know what they want in a novel, but can’t quite put it into words. That’s why I created Spanking Fantasy, a page on my blog where you can enter the story of your dreams. And if that dream is something that I can work with, I’ll work it into a novel.
That’s what happened with Camp Spank. Two readers wrote me with different fantasies that could be combined into a single story. And now, I’m working on Naughty Girl Service – a new reader fantasy that just seems fun.
The premise is simple enough. A young man who is obsessed with beautiful behinds hires two women to come to his home and spank one another’s bottom cheeks while he watches. You’d think that would be a straight forward scene for any writer.
But I’m not known as @Bentalice for nothing. And if any of you have followed my writings, you know how I feel about men peeping on women – even if the girls know that he’s there.
So Naughty Girl Service takes a sudden twist midway through the story, and what was straight forward becomes decidedly bent. 😉
I’m still working on the story, but here’s an excerpt in which Blake receives a flyer announcing a new service.
“Hello,” he murmured. “What’s this?” Blake leaned forward and retrieved the sheet of paper from the floor. The blonde girl’s denim-covered ass was the first thing that caught his attention, followed quickly by the bold print across the top of the flyer.
Naughty Girl Services
Blake’s eyes caressed the young woman’s curves as he considered the headline. Finally tearing his eyes away from her lovely printed form, the young man perused the flyer.
Do you need a bad girl in your life? A girl that you can take over your knee and punish properly for all of her naughty deeds? All of our girls are as wicked as your dreams, and each and every one of them has a perfect bottom that needs a good, sound spanking. Call 555-555-1212 for more information.
Blake dropped his left hand into his lap and squeezed his cock as the flyer trembled in his right hand. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he re-read the flyer in disbelief. He closed his eyes and leaned back into the soft leather of his armchair. His hand slid through the opening in the front of his shorts. The picture of the little blonde was firmly etched into his mind – especially that perfect, round bubble that she so proudly displayed in a pair of jean shorts.
“A bad girl,” he murmured, willing his mental image of the blonde to wiggle and shimmy. “A wicked girl. A girl who needs a spanking.” He stroked his member slowly, imagining the blonde draped over his lap. “Oh, yes,” Blake groaned, as the picture of her naked bottom filled his mind. “A naughty girl,” he groaned, arching upward. “I need a naughty girl.”
Naughty Girl Service is coming soon. In the meantime, have a look at some of my other novels!