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Evie’s New Body – #SatSpanks #SeductiveSnS #ASMSG


When Evie, a dominant lesbian yearns for Christie, a straight girl, she projects her consciousness into Dan, the girl’s lover, little realizing that Dan is a submissive and that Christie is his young Dominatrix. The situation spins rapidly out of control and Evie finds herself trapped inside Dan’s body during an especially aggressive D/s scene involving multiple partners, cock-caging, bondage and female domination. Find out what happens in my latest work – Evie’s New Body – when the term “she-male” takes on an entirely new meaning.

This is a snippet from Evie’s New Bodyavailable May27th!


EvieSmaller“I think these will do nicely.” The young woman held up a pair of frilly, pink satin panties with lots of white lace trim. Oddly enough, there was a small zipper in the front of the panties, and the zipper was topped by a pink ribbon.

Evie gasped loudly, and Christie looked up. “You don’t approve of my choice, pet?”

Dan shook his head wildly. It was his lips from which the gasp had escaped, but it wasn’t he who had made the noise. Dan had no idea why he’d made a sound. He knew that he had to remain completely silent, lest his punishment grow more savage.

But Evie was of a different mind. Like most women, she wore panties, but hadn’t laid hands nor eyes on something so girly since she was a child. “Frilled, pink panties!” she thought. “What the fuck?” She kept the thoughts to herself. If she was going to have a chance to fuck Christie, Evie would have to learn to keep silent. She eyed the panties warily.

Christie stood up. She had the panties in one hand and a riding crop in the other. She threw the lacy undergarments on the floor in front of Dan, then gestured with the crop. “Step into them,” she said, her voice cold and low. “Don’t pull them up.” Christie looked down at Dan from the height of her heels. “Just bend over and grab the waistband.”

As though he knew what was expected of him, Dan shuffled forward and put his feet in the legs of the panties. Then Dan took a deep breath as he bent down, and grabbed the waistband of the frilly undergarments; Evie sensed the silkiness of the panties through Dan’s touch. But she also realized that their shared ass was naked and vulnerable.

Christie gracefully raised her right hand high above her shoulder. “You know what’s coming, pet,” Christie whispered. Dan closed his eyes and Evie was plunged into darkness. Dan’s entire body trembled with Evie’s frustration and worry. “One stroke is one inch. Two strokes is two inches.”

Awkwardly, Dan nodded. He took a chance and repeated Christie’s commands under his breath: “One inch, one stroke. Two inches, two strokes.” Evie had no idea what the fuck either of them were talking about. It was dark. She was afraid. And both Dan and Christie were mumbling nonsense.

“Don’t forget the count, pet.”

Those were the last words Evie heard, before a shrill whistle cut the air.

Sss-CRACK!


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Asking for a Spanking – A Fragment


“Take off your skirt and jacket.” Mason issued the command calmly, and knew that the woman would obey. After all, it was she who had come to him to his office and admitted theft at his store. She wanted to be punished – wanted to cleanse guilt from her mind and conscious.

Slowly, she nodded, then removed her jacket. Folding it neatly, she placed the garment on a nearby chair. Next, she unzipped her skirt, removed it and placed it on top of her jacket. They were smart clothes – expensive, and Mason knew this woman to be as wealthy as she was beautiful. He licked his lips, and then forward in his chair.

“Your hose,” he said simply, tilting his chin upward.

Shaking back her hair, the woman slid her thumbs into the waistband of her pantyhose. As she bent forward to remove the silky hose, Mason was treated to a view of her cleavage, as her breasts were still hidden by her white shirt. Mason decided to allow her the dignity of the shirt, excited by the prospect of spanking a half-naked woman.

She dropped her hose on top of her skirt and jacket, then stood erect, flushed with embarrassment.

“Come here,” Mason said. “I want to see you.” Mason pushed his chair back from his desk; the floorboards squealed in protest.

She stepped around the desk, and Mason had a good view of her hour-glass figure, nude from the waist down.

“Over my lap,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Get comfortable.”

Head down, she shuffled forward, bare feet whispering on the hardwood floor. She seemed nervous, yet draped herself gracefully over Mason’s lap. Standing on tip-toe, she breathed heavily as his strong hands pulled her tight to his waist. She adjusted her position so that her fingertips and toes were both in contact with the wooden floor. Her eyes were closed when Mason raised her blouse high on her back. One hand caressed her panty-covered bottom, while the other held her tight to his hard body. She shivered when he tucked his fingers under the waistband of her undergarments.

“Ohhh,” she moaned when he tugged at her panties. Her legs were pressed tightly together, and the material was trapped at her crotch. She took a breath and spread her legs slightly.

Mason smiled as bared her bottom, pulling the woman’s panties to her ankles.

The first slap struck with no warning.

CRACK!

His firm hand slapped her left cheek and she jumped, despite her promise to herself that she would lay quietly and take her punishment. The spanking stung, but not too badly.

CRACK!

When his hand struck her right cheek, a nearly electric spark of arousal shot up her spine, and she instinctively shoved her pelvis hard against his lap. She gasped at the sudden desire for more, and gripped his legs tightly.

Sophia Spanked for Flirting – a Sophia fragment


Bad Girls get Spanked

Bad Girls get Spanked

“Sophia, come here,” I said, patting my lap. The party we had just left was a loud one, a real screamer from beginning to end. And once again, I’d caught my girlfriend flirting with  another girl – a lipstick lesbian from one local community college. The girl was pretty enough, but loud and obnoxious. I hadn’t liked her, and I didn’t like Sophia flirting with other women.

My girlfriend ducked her head. “I’m sorry, Alice.” She pursed her pretty lips. “Really, I am. I didn’t mean to kiss that girl.”

But of course, that’s exactly what Sophia had intended. She knew I was watching. Knew that I wouldn’t approve. “Sometimes, Sophia, I think you do these things just because you want me to spank you.”

Sophia slowly shook her head as she crossed the bedroom to where I sat on the bed. “No, Alice. Really.” She smiled as she laid down across my lap and snuggled in against my body. “I love you, Alice. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.” I felt the warmth of her bare skin as she rubbed against me. Sophia’s light brown legs stretched back across the bed, and her pert, panty-covered bottom rose as though it were eager for my hand. Sophia had worn her black hair in a pony tail for the evening, and as she tipped her head back, it hung down till it was just above her panties.

I took that thick rope of hair in one hand and let it slip through my fingers as I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties. “You won’t need these,” I said softly. I pulled Sophia’s cotton panties down over her perfect butt, and she whimpered when they caught for a moment between her legs.

I love Sophia’s brown bottom. It’s so spankable: round and full, beautifully formed and cool to the touch. Sophia flexed her behind and then relaxed, leaning forward onto the bed. I placed my hand in the center of her beautiful butt and rubbed the soft flesh, feeling the muscle tone beneath.

Sophia growled low in her throat. I sensed her impatience, but I didn’t rush the moment. My fingers trailed through the crack of her ass, lightly tickling her light, brown skin. I leaned forward and touched my tongue against her cheeks, then blew softly on the moist area. Sophia moaned and pushed her ass higher.

“I love you,” I murmured, sitting erect once again. Bringing my hand back, I swatted her ass hard – dead center, where only moments ago, my fingers and tongue had traced out the beauty in her flesh.

Sophia gasped, but never moved. “One,” she whispered harshly. She shifted a little and waited for the next strike. I was happy to oblige.

On the Event of Our First Spanking Date – A Sophia Fragment


“Alice?” Sophia looked down into her lap, where she was twiddling with her fingers. Sophia blushed deeply as she said my name and kept her head low. Black hair curtained her perfect face, but I could see that her lips were trembling.

“Yes, Sophia?” I kept my voice low so as not to frighten her. I had an idea of what Sophia was going to ask me.

“Could I have…” Sophia began. She clenched her hands together and ducked her head even further. “I mean, can we- I mean, can you give me some hard swats?”

That was it. The question that Sophia had been on the edge of asking ever since she found out that I had spent much of my early 20s as a Dominatrix in New York City.

I smiled widely at this pretty, Hispanic girl, and slipped my tongue between my lips. She was mine, now; I knew that. I reached out and took a gentle hold on Sophia’s chin to tip her head up so that I could look into her eyes.

“Well, just a few, perhaps.” I smiled at her, and drew Sophia closer. “Maybe just three for now.” I pulled her into face down on my lap and raised her short dress to expose her panty-clad buttocks.

“So beautiful,” I murmured, then raised my hand high.

SMACK!

“One!”

SMACK!

“Two!”

SMACK!

“Threeeee!”

Sophia’s voice rose and then trailed off as I spanked her bottom for the third time. “There,” I said, lightly rubbing her lovely bottom. “That’s enough for now.”

Though she was sniffling, Sophia was not satisfied with just the three hard spankings I had given her. “Please, Alice. I’d like some more.” Sophia took a breath. “May I have some more swats?”

I shook my head and continued to rub her bottom, slipping my fingers under the waistband of Sophia’s cotton panties. “This is your first spanking, my pet.” I traced the crack of her ass with the tips of my fingers. “I don’t want to overdo it on our first, real date.”

“Please,” Sophia pleaded. “I really want to feel your hand hard on my bottom again.”

Slowly, I pulled Sophia’s panties down, loving the sight of her smooth, light brown ass. “If you’re sure you’re ready,” I said, stroking her butt cheeks. “But I’ll have to hold you tight.” I raised my left leg so that I could scissor Sophia’s legs in my own. She was powerless in grasp, and I think it was then that reality of the situation she had put herself in finally sank in. Sophia whimpered, and I stroked her bottom again.

“This will hurt, Sophia,” I said gently. “More that you think. More than you know.” I raised my hand high above her bare buttocks. “It will help if you cry. Don’t be embarrassed or ashamed. If you feel like crying, don’t hold back.”

Natalie Gets a Spanking – an excerpt


“No arguments. No questions. You agreed to take the spanking, and you agreed to all of my conditions. Now is not the time to argue.” Alex leaned back in his chair. He was angry. “Take off your clothes now.”

“Please, Mr. Drummond!”

Natalie Gets a Spanking

Natalie Gets a Spanking

Alex withdrew a cell phone from his shirt pocket. “Both your parents and the police are on speed dial,” he said. Alex’s voice was low, and there wasn’t a hint of compassion in the words. “The longer you wait to take off your clothes, the more severe the spanking.”

Trembling, Natalie started to strip off her clothing. This was more than she expected, and yet she still pulled her tiny skirt down over her slim hips. Natalie stood shaking for a moment in the silver body stocking. Now that her dress was off, the faint outline of her panties and showed against the stocking.

“Get on with it, Natalie. Everything.”

“Mr. Drummond?” Natalie crossed her arms over her breasts and bowed her head.

“Get that body stocking off, now. Your bra and panties, too.” Alex set his lips tightly. “Sixty seconds, Natalie. That’s all the time you have to get the rest of your clothes off.”

Natalie jerked her head up and down as though it was strung on a puppet’s string. She pulled off the body stocking, and then straightened to unfasten her bra. This forced Natalie to arch her back as she reached one handed for the snap. Natalie was ashamed, and her entire body blushed as her bra fell to the floor. Alex’s eyes grew wide.

“Panties, too,” he said.

She had no choice at this point but to slip out of her panties as well. She dropped them to the floor alongside of her other clothes and tried as best as she could to cover her nudity. Alex licked his lips and stared at Natalie.

“Hands by your side,” he said.

She winced, knowing that she couldn’t disobey Alex without severe repercussions. This was it. Natalie knew it; the spanking that feared and wondered about was moments away. She dropped her hands to her sides, and then stood stiffly, as though she were a young soldier standing at attention.

Natalie was completely exposed.

Alex took his time and admired the young girl’s body. Natalie had slim hips and waist, and was blond with large breasts and dark nipples. She stood 5 foot 8 inches tall and had a flawless complexion. Natalie’s pubic thatch was a delightful triangle, well trimmed but generous. Alex turned his hungry gaze upon her face and smiled. “Beautiful,” he thought. “Clumsy, but beautiful.”

Alex shook himself free of his reverie. “Now then,” he said, leaning forward. “We need to come to an agreement about your punishment. I’ve already decided that you will lie across my lap, and I will spank you with my bare hand.” Alex ignored the girl’s sudden gasp of breath. “All we need to do at this point is decide how many times I will spank you. Do you understand me?”

Natalie no longer stood ramrod stiff, but she kept her hands pinned firmly to her sides. She was horrified! “You’re going to spank me,” she stammered. “With your hand?”

“Enough screwing around, Natalie.” Alex motioned her closer. “How many strokes do you think you deserve for being late to work yesterday?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Drummond.” Natalie took a step closer. She was trembling, but kept her hands by her sides. Her head was down, and she ventured a tentative number. “One?” she said, her voice rising.

Alex considered for a moment. “Yes,” he said. “I think one will do.” He motioned her closer still. “What about for dropping the plates at lunch time?”

Feeling bolder, Natalie spoke up quickly. “One more stroke?”

“Okay, okay,” Alex nodded. “Now,” he said, noting the girl’s slowing steps. “Last night, you dumped food on two of my best customers. How many strokes for that?”

Natalie recognized from Alex’s tone that he thought this was worse. “Two, Mr. Drummond?” She took another step closer.

Alex shook his head. “I think it should be three, so that’s what we’ll make it.” His smile was thin, and Alex motioned again. “And you were late to work this morning; how many strokes for that?”

“One more?”

Again Alex shook his head. “I’d already spoken to you about showing up late for work, so I think I’ll make it two for a second time around.” Then Alex voice dropped to a whisper as he pointed to the spot directly in front of his knees. “That just leaves the stealing,” he said, quietly. “How many do you think for that?”

A tremor shook Natalie’s body. She stepped forward to the spot that Alex designated. Her lips were trembling, and Natalie hugged her naked body. “Three?” she squeaked.

“I don’t think so,” Alex said, looking up at her face. “It’s much more serious, so let’s say five for the stealing.” He smiled and put his hands on his knees. “That’s an even dozen.”

“A dozen!” Tears streaked Natalie’s face as she thought of Alex’s hand on her bare bottom. “Please…” Her eyes met his, and she saw his determination. “Yes, sir.” she moaned.

“All right,” Alex said, and smiled broadly. He spread his knees apart and waved her over. “It’s time we got this started.” Alex licked his lips. “I want you to lie down on my lap.”

Natalie was suddenly aroused, as well as frightened. She realized that a deeper part of herself found her predicament tantalizing, and that despite her terror, she was wet and ready for Alex’s hand across her ass. This horrified Natalie, and she struggled to make sense of the situation. She stopped less than a half-a-step from Alex’s lap. She was trembling. She was frightened. And yet, she was hot; confusion held Natalie motionless.

Even as Natalie hesitated, Alex did not. He took the young waitress by her hand and quickly tipped her across his lap. “How beautiful,” he said as he stroked her smooth bottom with his free hand.

“Mr. Drummond, please,” Natalie gasped, her eyes wide as she tossed her mane of blond hair. But Natalie’s heart was pounding, and blood flooded her face even as moisture flooded her pussy. “My bottom,” Natalie gasped.

Looking down at her firm and shapely ass, Alex smiled. “Indeed it is,” he said.

He slapped her hard across both ass cheeks and Natalie squealed. It wasn’t a cry of pain or outrage, but something more — something primal that told Alex that even though she seemed terrified, Natalie somehow had enjoyed the sensation. Alex had spanked her hard, and a red hand print slowly appeared on Natalie’s perfect, white bottom.

“Tell me Natalie,” Alex said, licking his lips again. “When is the last time that you were spanked?”


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