Today is the final day of my anniversary celebration. One year ago this week, Loose Id published Unexpected Consequences, the first book in the Rod and Cane Society series about men who spank and the women who love them. In celebration of my anniversary I’m posting excerpts from Unexpected Consequences on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Also, I’ll give away a $10 Amazon or Barnes & Noble gift certificate to one lucky commenter. All you need to do to enter the contest is read the excerpt, post a comment and be sure to leave your email address. For additional chances to win, simply comment on each day’s excerpt. The contest ends September 22, 2012.
Today’s excerpt: Spanking isn’t what Melania thought it would be…
He’d spanked her the other night, and that hadn’t been bad at all. She’d enjoyed it. Of course, he hadn’t been angry with her then, and he’d used his hand and not a paddle, so she figured this spanking would hurt a little more, but she vowed not to cry. She would take her punishment like a woman.
The next few stung a little more, but it was nothing like she had feared. Melania exhaled and relaxed against the padded leather valet. She intended to be a dutiful wife, but if from time to time she needed to defy Jared to get what she wanted, she could handle the consequences. If she’d known her punishment was going to be this easy, she would have brought the shoes home openly and said, “I want them, so spank me.”
They were such beautiful shoes, they made the pain of wearing them worthwhile. Even as she just stood, resting on the valet, they pinched her feet. But damn, they looked good.
“It’s time Melania,” Jared said.
Seconds later, her bottom exploded in agony.
Her breath caught in her throat. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t cry out, couldn’t even moan. Tears flooded her eyes.
The length of the paddle was such that it had caught both cheeks. As the pain ricocheted through her bottom, she could only lie draped over the bench, fighting tears, bracing for the next blow. If the bench hadn’t been supporting her, she would have fallen to her knees.
She waited, unable to see Jared, her stomach clenching in dread. Just as she thought her spanking might be over with the one painful swat, the second blow hit.
It landed in the same place, searing the area that hadn’t recovered from the first. The pain was greater than anything she’d ever experienced.
The paddle struck several times, and Melania burst into tears. She had given Jared the right to do this, but the reality was far harsher than she had ever imagined. There was nothing fun, sensual, or erotic about this. Her backside felt like one huge, raw blister. Although Jared delivered each blow with equal precision and evenness, each subsequent strike burned worse than the prior one.
“Please, please, please, Jared,” she begged, struggling against the restraints. She had agreed to this, but her body overruled her mind’s decision. Futilely she tried to kick and fought to cover her bottom with her hands. Restrained, she had no choice but to accept the blows.
“I’m sorry I disobeyed you.” Melania choked out the words. “I’m sorry, Jared.” No shoes were worth this. She hated those shoes. She was never going to wear them again.
“I hope you are, Melania. I hope you are sincere,” Jared said. “I don’t expect you to be perfect, but I do expect you to be honest.”
The paddle fell several more times. Melania’s world shrank to focus on the spanking and the pain radiating from her bottom. Her nostrils filled with the leather and wood smells of the valet and the faint, acrid odor of cigars Jared had smoked in his den. The scents implanted themselves deep in the primitive part of her brain to link leather and cigar with spanking.
Did buying the shoes warrant a punishment of this magnitude? She’d wheedled her way around rules and restrictions her entire life, but never had such a price been exacted. Even the court system went easy on first-time offenders. Yes, she’d disobeyed her husband and lied, but couldn’t Jared have given her another chance? Her father always had.
Each spank hammered home a new reality: her husband meant what he said. Melania couldn’t believe this was happening.
Hope you enjoyed the week’s excerpts. Please remember to leave your email address if you would like to enter the contest for the gift certificate. The winner will be chosen by random drawing on September 23, 2012.