A feminist gets spanked…an excerpt from Body Politics

STEPHANIE FLINCHED. SHE’D been enjoying having Mark stroke her butt; it had been both relaxing and arousing. She’d spread her legs, hoping he would caress her. When he’d made no move to spank her, she started to think the whole discipline thing had been a put-on.


He stung her ass. She wasn’t prepared for the sharpness—or the loud crack. He smacked her butt cheek dead center. Smack on the other one. She curled her fingers into his bedspread, commanding herself to remain silent. His arm was clamped like a vise over her lower back as he rained slaps upon her rear, the crease beneath her cheeks, the tops of her thighs. She wondered if striking her stung his hand as much as it hurt her ass. With all her heart, she hoped so.

He paused to rub her skin, easing the burn, then, holding her firmly again, he grabbed the paddle. Her ass cheeks and stomach clenched.

The first blow fell, searing skin already tender, and a whimper escaped her compressed lips. She’d thought his hand was unforgiving, but the paddle was worse. She buried her face in the nubby coverlet. With measured strokes, Mark spanked her as if timed by an invisible metronome. Crack. One, two. Crack. one, two. Crack.

“Tell me why I’m doing this.”

Because you’re a domineering asshole. She gritted her teeth to keep the words inside.

“Stephanie. I’m not talking to myself. I expect you to answer, or I’ll spank you until you do.”

He struck the crease where her ass met her thigh four times.

“No!” She twisted to avoid the spanks, but he held her fast.

“Answer my question.” Four more strikes to the other side.

She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Big girls don’t cry. “Because I acted rudely to Elizabeth.”

“That’s right. You were disrespectful. To her and to me.” He laid several hard blows to the middle of her cheeks. She’d seen the desire in his eyes; now she felt his disappointment. Surprisingly that bothered her. His opinion shouldn’t matter to her, but it did.

He set the paddle on the bed and massaged her skin, not slowly like he had done before, but briskly. What had soothed now rasped. But somehow comforted. “Why did you act that way?” he asked.

“She tri—” Stephanie broke off to amend her reply. “I felt like she had tricked me. That she should have told me if I went out with you, this would happen.”

Her vocalized feelings sounded childish. A grown woman, she made her own choices. She, not Elizabeth, had opted for punishment—foolishly, perhaps, but she had no one but herself to blame. What occurred between her and Mark was only between them.

“I was wrong,” she admitted.

“Yes, you were.” He resumed paddling. The pain that had receded under his rough caresses returned in full force. She kicked, and he punished her thrashing thighs with several slaps.

Visions of a large, long-necked, small-headed bird indigenous to Africa darted across her mental field of vision. She squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn’t weak. She could handle whatever this man dished out. And she had treated a colleague and friend shabbily.

“What are you going to do about it?”

Her ass hurt. A lump formed in her throat, making it difficult to speak. “I’m—I’m g-going to apologize to Elizabeth.”


The paddle fell several more times before he paused again. “And this”—he smacked her twice on one cheek, then two more times on the other—“is for swearing.”

Body Politics is the third novel in the Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline erotic romance series. All the books can be read as stand-alones.

Body Politics Blurb

Feminist Stephanie Gordon knows the instant she meets blind date Mark DeLuca it’s going to be a wasted evening. Sure the deputy chief of police is criminally sexy, but he’s arrogant, domineering and sexist. Thank goodness after the date ends, she’ll never have to see him again. A member of the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who discipline their women by spanking, 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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3 Responses to A feminist gets spanked…an excerpt from Body Politics

  1. Sue Lyndon says:

    Gotta love those “extras” for swearing. 🙂

  2. This is an awesome story!
    I REALLY need to get it – seriously!
    Although I always say (and it’s going into one of my books :P) that a man who has to use a paddle doesnt know how to spank well … Just dont say that in front of the wrong person 😉

  3. Ashesh Ghose says:

    Awesome : the concept of a Law & Order Macho Officer who is also a spankophile must be sweet erotic taboo temptation to a proud , assertive Feminist lady who secretly maybe fantasizin’ about goin’ over his manly lap for an OTK spankin’ ! ! Would’nt her Women’s Group members et friend’s be surprised ……..& envious ?!?!

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