Stephanie Gordon of Body Politics thinks she knows her best friend Elizabeth Alexander. Stephanie runs a feminist nonprofit; Elizabeth is a kick-ass attorney and champion of women’s rights. So when Elizabeth says she has the just the man for her, Stephanie agrees to the date. Then she learns the man is a chauvinist who had her meet him in a spanko bar! Furious, she flounces out…
Stephanie slumped against her car’s fender and dragged in deep breaths of calming air. She rubbed her wrist where Mark had held her, his touch still as palpable as the humiliating way she’d fled the lounge. Her lack of self-control would appear to prove the opposite of what she tried to demonstrate every day: women weren’t flighty or fearful. They were as decisive, courageous, and as strong as men. Yet a little thing like a hangout for spankos had unraveled her.
No, Mark had. She’d been cautiously optimistic they could meet on common ground, respect each other as equals. But the instant she’d met him, she’d known it wasn’t going to happen. He was too overbearingly masculine, too tall, too muscular, his jaw chiseled, his voice gravelly. The man suffered from an overdose of testosterone. She preferred someone more androgynous.
She couldn’t deny that physically she had reacted to him, her nipples hardening, her pussy dampening, her stomach fluttering. But biology wasn’t destiny; it merely hadn’t caught up with modern reality. Just because her primitive genetic programming had zeroed in on the most virile male of the species as a potential mate didn’t mean she would permit the Neanderthal to club her over the head and drag her off to his cave. She controlled her choices, not her libido. After all, that was what feminism was all about: giving women choices.
In times of indecision, she sometimes asked herself what her idol, famous feminist Gloria Steinem, would do. In this case, she didn’t doubt Gloria would send the man packing with his tail tucked between his sturdy, muscular legs.
Stephanie glanced over her shoulder at the bar’s entrance. She’d half expected Mark to pursue her. It was the kind of thing a man like him would do. But he’d remained inside, probably trying to pick up another chick. Any port in a storm. Her heart lurched in relief at her escape. She should leave before he did come out.
She dug her cell from its pocket in her purse.
Elizabeth answered on the first ring. “How’d it go?”
“Do you know where he had me meet him? A bar for spankos! I thought you knew this guy!” She wanted to give Elizabeth the benefit of the doubt, but she was pissed.
“You’ve heard of it?” Stephanie gasped.
“What happened? What did he do?”
“He tried to…” Manhandle me. Okay, that was a little strong. He’d grabbed her arm, but she had freed herself easily, and he’d employed no further effort to detain her. But he’d insisted on paying for her drink, disrespecting her financial independence. Grudgingly she admitted he probably viewed his behavior as chivalrous. “It wasn’t what he did. It’s what he is.” She glanced over her shoulder at the bar’s entrance. No sign of Mark. She swallowed over the lump in her throat. Good. She’d be a fool to consider dating a man like him.
“What is he?”
“A sexist,” she hissed. The most dangerous kind. The type who could entice a woman to abandon her principles for a screaming oh-baby orgasm. But not her.
“It’s not funny. I thought you and I were on the same wavelength.” Either Elizabeth had suffered from a lack of judgment, or she’d betrayed Stephanie for some nefarious purpose. The former wasn’t the friend she respected, and the latter hurt too much to even contemplate.
“He’s not a sexist. But he is dominant, a man of conviction.” Amusement had vanished from Elizabeth’s voice.
“I need a man who treats me as his equal.” How could Elizabeth, of all people, not get it?
“How would you describe yourself?”
Stephanie straightened and threw back her shoulders. “I’m independent, assertive, strong.”
“So what kind of man would you envision as your equal? Dependent, wishy-washy, and weak?”
Put like that, it kind of made sense. Hell, the wishy-washy weak part described her ex-husband to a T. Maybe that explained why she’d had such bad luck with the men she’d chosen. It wasn’t that she wasn’t their equal—they weren’t hers. But she’d downed half a Bottom Burner. Maybe it had muddled her reasoning. Shouldn’t she stick to her guns? She knew better than anyone what she desired.
She jumped and squealed at the rough sound of her name. She clutched the cell to her ear and stared at Mark. How had such a big man moved so silently over the graveled parking lot? Her mouth dried, impeding speech. “I-I’ll…uh…call you back,” she said into the phone.
“Give him a chance,” Elizabeth said and disconnected.
Are you curious as to why Elizabeth fixed up her friend with a sexist spanko? For Love Spanks, a Valentine blog hop, sponsored by the Spanking Fiction Authors, Feb. 9 -10, I’ll present a free short story that picks up with Elizabeth’s point of view after the phone call.
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Body Politics blurb
Feminist Stephanie Gordon knows the instant she meets blind date Mark DeLuca it’s not going to work. Sure the deputy chief of police is criminally sexy, but he’s arrogant, domineering and sexist. Thank goodness after the evening ends, she’ll never have to see him again.
A member of the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who spank, Mark DeLuca is attracted to Stephanie like a paddle to a well-rounded ass. He sees beneath the shield of feminist militancy to the soft, sensitive woman she tries to hide. When she storms away in a snit, the chase is on. Can a man who spanks convince a diehard feminist her true strength lies in submission?
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Body Politics was named the first selection of the Spanking Book Club started by spanking romance author Celeste Jones. Every Friday, readers discuss that month’s selection. In today’s discussion readers talk about a scene in which Stephanie turns the tables and spanks Mark. Find out more by clicking here.