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Spankings – She knows when I need one

Last night, I was overwhelmed. I’d been sick for more than a week, and Thursday would be my first real day back at work. After being out for so long, I had more to do at work than I could possibly finish, and I’d been unusually quiet and grouchy all day. I hadn’t been nice to my girlfriend. I hadn’t been nice at all.

Luckily, my girlfriend, Sofia, knows me better than I know myself. After dinner, she called me from the living room. Ours is a small house. I walked from the kitchen to the living, still sulking and pissy.


Spankings – She knows when I need one

Sofia caught me as I walked by, and pulled me around the couch. She sat down, still holding my wrist, and then took me across her lap. It’s rare for Sofia to take the lead. Normally, I Top in this relationship. But something in Sofia’s eyes told me it was my turn to be spanked good and proper.

It felt wonderful to be laying across her lap. I felt safe and cared for. And it was a relief to get a break from being the Dominant Bitch. O, don’t get me wrong. I like being Dominant. After our respective submissive upbringings at the hands of the Catholic church, I turned into a full-on radical Femdom for a couple of years. I’ve calmed down some since then, but still, mostly I take the lead.

Not this time. Once I was secure in Sofia’s lap, she snatched up my dress and yanked down my panties. Then she let loose with a series of stinging slaps to my behind! My sweet Sofia didn’t waste any time at all on a genteel warm-up. She whacked my ass hard.

And I loved it! I felt vulnerable and open, and yet I knew that I was totally safe at the same moment.

I also felt the burning in my ass cheeks, and I wiggled hard in Sofia’s lap. But bless her, my girl did not hold back one bit, even though I was kicking and whimpering. She spanked me harder and harder, and my bottom stung with the heat. But every so often, she’d pause in the smacking, and ever-so-lightly brush the furious red hand prints on my butt with her fingertips.

I was squealing by the time she was finished.

Later that night, I thanked her for the spanking. It’s not often that I’m on the receiving end of a spanking. But this time, Sofia knew exactly what I needed and gave it to me.

Spanking Meg

She slapped the girl hard across both ass cheeks and Meg squealed. It wasn’t a cry of pain or outrage, but something more something deeper and primal. Alice knew that even though Meg seemed terrified, she was enjoying her helpless situation. Alice spanked her bottom hard again, and two red hand prints slowly criss-crossed Meg’s perfect, white behind.


Spanking Meg

Tell me Meg,” Alice said, licking her lips. “When was the last time that you were spanked?”

Meg shut her eyes, and a fine tremor shook her frame. “Please, Mistress Alice,” she moaned. “Please don’t spank me again!” But even though Meg seemed to be begging to be released, Alice noted that Meg didn’t struggle to get away; she actually clawed deeper into Alice’s lap as thought to become a part of her.

Alice spanked Meg’s bare ass hard again. Smack! Smack! Smack! Then after those three beats Alice spanked Meg again a little harder.

Ooh,” Meg growled kicking her legs. “Please, Mistress Alice!”

You haven’t answered my question,” Alice said again, spanking the girl’s cheeks slowly and firmly. They blush so beautifully, Alice thought.

Meg didn’t responded, but arched her butt into the spankings.

You are going to tell me,” Alice said, gritting her teeth. “I will make you say the words.”

Bitch!” Meg squeaked, shaking her head.

As a matter of fact I am,” Alice said, smiling wickedly. “But you would likely know me better as the Evil Queen.” Smack! Smack! Smack! Alice punctuated the statement with three rapid swats. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! After only a moment’s pause, Alice delivered five more rapid-fire spankings her palm to Meg’s burning ass cheeks.

Meg burst into tears, but still she clawed at Alice’s lap as though she was trying to be one with the woman. “Please, Mistress Alice! Please! Please!”

Alice’s wicked smile widened, and she whacked the poor girl’s bare ass. Smack! Smack! Smack!

Naughty Girl Service – Available Today!

Naughty Girl Service

Naughty Girl Service

Blake has an obsession with beautiful butts, especially the idea of seeing one woman spank another woman. But when hires Aisha and Tanya to come to his home and spank each other’s bottom cheeks while he watches, the beautiful young women turn the tables on Blake, when he refuses to tip them for their spanking services. Find out what happens these lovely ladies are scorned!

WARNING: Contains mature adult themes, BDSM, spanking, and explicit situations. STRICTLY for adults ONLY. All sexual acts depicted are consensual and between adults aged 21 years and over.


“Naughty Girl Service, where your dreams redden our bottoms. How may I help you?”

The cell phone was slick in Blake’s hands. His palms were moist. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. Blake’s breath was shallow and rapid. He took the phone from his ear and stared at the glowing face. 555-555-1212 He’d called the right number. It connected. And now, the little man struggled for words.

“This is Naughty Girl Service. Are you there?”

Blake jammed the phone against his ear. He took a deep breath. “Is this Naughty Girl Service?” Even as the words escaped his lips, Blake mentally cursed his verbal gaff. Of course it’s Naughty Girl Service, he thought. That’s who answered the goddamn phone!

The young lady at the other end of the connection answered smoothly. “Yes, sir,” she said, apparently sensing Blake’s unease. “Is this your first time calling our service?”

“No, no. Well, I mean, yes.” Another bead of sweat formed on Blake’s upper lip. He licked it away and went on. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t know what I mean.” The call wasn’t going according to plan. Blake wanted to be smooth and debonair, getting the prices, and if he could afford it, he’d get a spanking to-go. At least, that’s the conversation he had played out in his head while he was in the shower: a sort of he-said, she-said transaction.

“It’s okay, sir. I understand. Take your time. Many of of our customers are nervous the first time.”

The young woman’s understanding soothed Blake’s jangled nerves, and he immediately liked the young woman, even though he hadn’t yet met her face to face. Her voice was like silver, smooth and bright.

“I’m Lucretia,” she said. “Suppose you tell me your name, and we can get this started.”

“My name?” Blake squeaked. He hadn’t counted on being asked for his name. “Why do you need my name?”

“It just makes things easier, sir. If you decide to engage Naughty Girl Service, we would have to know where to send our wicked girls. Your name would help in that process.”

“Girls?” Blake caught the emphasis on the plural. “What do you mean, girls?”

“I’m sorry, sir.” Lucretia took a quick breath. “I’m jumping ahead of myself. You haven’t even decided if you want our services, yet.”

“But, girls?”

“Yes, sir.” Lucretia’s voice brightened even further as she delivered a well-practiced spiel. “This week only, we have a two-for-one special; two girls for one price. Double the cheeks. Double the spanking.”

Blake nearly choked. “Two girls,” he whispered.

“Yes, sir. Double the cheeks. Double-”

“Blake,” the little man blurted, interrupting Lucretia in the middle of her pitch.

“I’m sorry, sir?”

“Blake,” he said again. His mouth filled rapidly with saliva. The young man gulped. “My name’s Blake Peterson.”

“Hello, Blake. As I said, I’m Lucretia, and I’m here to help you fulfill your spanking dreams.”

“You said something about two girls for the price of one?”

“Yes, sir. You pick out the girls you want, and we send them over.”

Read more about Blake’s misadventures when he hires two young women to come to his and spank each other. At first, the scene between Tanya and Aisha goes smoothly. But when Blake refuses to tip the young women, the tone of the scene entirely shifts.

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Spanking Detective: The Case of the Killer Heels – Available Today!

Named as a Spanking of the Week for July 26 by Chross!

Alice Dark and Spanking Detective: The Case of the Killer Heels

Spanking Detective: The Case of the Killer Heels

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.”

“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.

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Spanking Detective – WIP excerpt

I haven’t picked out a cover yet, my dears, but the story is coming along nicely. It will be done this month. Diana Street is a no nonsense private detective who splits her time between spanking her secretary and working a high profile murder case. Along the way, she manages to spank a few other wayward females, as well as straighten out a couple of men who are in desperate need of an “attitude adjustment,” and solve a murder. In the excerpt below, Diana interrogates a house maid for more information.

Spanking Detective Excerpt

“What’s this?” Miyu grinned and picked a paddle that was displayed on the uppermost shelf of my bookcase.

“It’s a reminder from my college days. My sorority initiation paddle.”

Miyu hefted it in both hands and glanced at up at me. “It must really sting,” she said in a low voice. Her black hair dropped over her face, but I knew she was smiling.

I nodded. “Yes, it does. I reddened many a cute freshman’s bottom with that paddle.”

Miyu brushed her hair out of her eyes, and we stared at each other in silence for a long moment. Without thinking, I leaped out of my chair and crossed the room in just two strides. Miyu backed away from me, her dark almond-shaped eyes glittering. I didn’t let her get away. Pinning Miyu against the wall, I kissed her, probing her mouth deeply with my tongue. She moaned and arched her body against mine. Miyu was naked under her simple dress, and I felt the heat of her desire throbbing in every curve of Miyu’s sweet flesh. She wanted this: my lips on hers, and my paddle across her ass, impacting the stripes she’d received the day before. I was more than happy to oblige.

Our clothes seemed to melt away; her fingers flickered like butterflies, pulling off my t-shirt and dragging the zipper on my black jeans to its base. I wriggled out of my pants as Miyu’s hands fluttered over my body. Her dress came off easily, and Miyu kicked away her shoes to stand barefoot and naked in my office.

Grabbing a handful of Miyu’s hair, I turned her around and threw face down onto the futon that I keep in my office for just such occasions. She moaned as she hit the fabric, and I had a good view of the livid red marks Daniel left on her ass with the previous day’s switching. Naked, I knelt beside her and examined each weal, tracing them with my fingertips and my lips, reading her whippings like Braille. Miyu’s flesh was a maze of bruises: some fresh and some fading. Her backside was a rainbow of blue hues – from dark purple to light blue. Miyu had been spanked, whipped and paddled. And judging from her tormented flesh, the young woman had absorbed massive amounts of punishment over the last several weeks.

Miyu moaned again and raised her ass to meet my hand. One of my fingers slid down the cleft of her behind. I probed her butthole with the tip of my finger. She giggled and pressed back against my digit. “Oh, yes.” It was a whisper. Not at all the confident voice I’d heard at the police station. This whisper was growly and low, and she tried to get more of my finger into her ass. “I’ve been a bad girl,” she said lowly.

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