Welcome to Love Spanks 2013! Would you like to win a Kindle Fire or Nook Color (donated by Blushing Books), a $40 gift certificate to Loose Id (donated by Loose Id and Cara Bristol), a $15 gift certificate to Amazon (donated by Stormy Night Publications), or a book bundle (donated by Stormy Night Publications)?
For updates and the complete list of information, please see the main contest page.
Here is a quick rundown of the rules:
- Visit each blog between Saturday, February 9th and Sunday, February 10th to read the posted stories and excerpts.
- Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing.
- If you have visited all the blogs, visit Anastasia Vitsky’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on February 10th!!
- If you successfully completed the Spank or Treat challenge and were notified by Ana Vitsky, you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Love Spanks challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
- Visit any of the participating blogs on Valentine’s Day to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you?
As an extra treat, all Love Spankers are eligible for free books! (Donated by Lazy Day Publishing)
- Of Yesterday by Alta Hensley
- To Love a Woman by Jade Cary
- Rules of War by Sue Lyndon
- Casting by Liz Borino
- Deep in the Heat of Texas by Amy le Blanc, Melissa Ecker, and Alta Hensley
In addition to the above mentioned prizes and drawings, posting an answer to the question on this blog will enter you to win either a $10 Amazon gift certificate (first place) or a $5 Loose Id gift certificate (second place). The question is posted at the end of the story.
By Cara Bristol
“Give him a chance,” Liz Davenport told her friend Stephanie and hung up the phone. She grinned. Perhaps she’d missed her calling. Instead of becoming an attorney, she should have been a professional matchmaker. Stephanie and Mark were perfect for one another. Their date had gotten off to a bumpy start, but love would prevail. Like it had with her and Otis.
She smiled at her husband and found him peering over his bifocals, his business magazine resting on his lap. “Give who a chance?” he asked. Even after twenty-five years of marriage, he was still the most handsome man she knew. The silver wings dusting his dark hair only added to the aura of authority he carried.
“Mark DeLuca. I fixed up my friend Stephanie Gordon with Mark.”
“You’re talking about your feminist friend, the administrator of Women Act Now? Who denounced the Rod and Cane Society at a public forum?”
“Stephanie thinks she wants a wants sensitive, liberated male, but she’d have him for lunch. She needs a man who’s her equal in every way, maybe even stronger.”
“What did you tell her about Mark?” Otis folded his magazine, and set it on the table beside the leather sofa upon which he was sitting.
“All the basics.” Liz waved her hand. “That he’s thirty-nine, divorced. Brown and eyes. Never had kids but would like some. That he’s in law enforcement.”
Otis raised his eyebrows. “And?” he asked as if there should be more.
What else was there? “That’s it.”
“Did you happen to mention that Mark wants a domestic discipline relationship?” His quiet tone raised a flutter of alarm in the pit of her stomach.
She shook her head. “Of course not. I’d never violate the Rod and Cane confidentiality agreement.”
Certainly not after what happened to the newspaper columnist when she’d joined the Wives Auxiliary under false pretenses and exposed the members as practitioners of domestic discipline.
“I didn’t mean did you reveal his membership in the society, but rather, did you warn your feminist friend that her date might at some point expect to discipline her with a spanking?”
Liz squirmed. Her wingback chair suddenly felt like the hot seat underneath her bottom. She could stare down the most ruthless opposing attorney, but a raised eyebrow, a quiet question from her husband wiped away her composure.
“No.” The fluttering in her stomach turned to tumbling. Would her actions result in unexpected consequences?
“When you cornered Mark at the Rod and Cane mansion and convinced him to agree to a fix-up, I had no idea your friend Stephanie was the intended date.”
“They’re perfect for each other.”
“You weren’t honest with her, or with Mark. You were wrong.” Otis sighed. “I was wrong too.”
A man of restraint and thoughtfulness, Otis rarely erred. “About what?” she asked.
“I had—jokingly—told Mark that matchmaking is not a spankable offense. It turns out it is.” He patted his lap.
Liz toyed with the charm bracelet encircling her wrist that Otis had given her for their last anniversary. Each amulet represented something meaningful to their lives. She touched the tiny gold paddle. Especially that one.
“Can’t we wait to see how their date turns out?” She issued one last plea, but obediently rose to her feet and moved to the sofa. The wood burning in the den fireplace popped with a crack not unlike a palm smacking a bare bottom.
“Ends don’t justify the means, Lizzie.”
Liz unzipped her slacks and pulled them down along with her panties. She nestled into position across his knees. Months had passed since Otis had felt the need to discipline her. They had a good marriage; she hated that she’d disappointed him. “I’m sorry,” she said.
“I know you are. And you know I love you.”
She knew. Believed with her whole heart that she was the center of Otis’s. But as she’d learned in her law career and in her marriage, remorse often wasn’t enough. One had to pay for one’s mistakes.
Otis landed a hard smack in the middle of her left cheek. Her flesh wiggled under the impact. Stung like the beejezus. Seemed impossible considering how many spankings she’d had over the years, but she’d forgotten how much they hurt. At least Otis wasn’t using the paddle.
Her husband planted a hard smack to her right cheek. She might have forgotten the pain, but he hadn’t forgotten how to spank.
Otis spanked like the kind of man he was: serious, disciplined, and measured. He had a metronome-like style allowing her to predict exactly when the strike would occur. To brace for it. To dread it.
Left smack. Right smack. Left smack.
As the pain increased with subsequent spanks, she bucked on his lap, restraining herself from covering her stinging bottom only from years of practice.
And finally, he delivered two staccato slaps to the sit spot on each buttock. His signal that her punishment had ended.
She held her breath, waiting for his next move.
He settled his hands on her cheeks and he massaged the sting he’d created. Liz eased out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t too furious with her. When she really messed up, Otis forbade her from touching her tender bottom to ease the ache. When he rubbed it himself, it demonstrated he considered her infraction to be relatively minor. She enjoyed this part of domestic discipline: having Otis stroke her bottom lovingly.
“We don’t need to discuss this anymore,” he said. That was another thing she liked, having her debt fully paid. She and her husband didn’t rehash old issues. “I won’t forbid you to fix up any more people, but you need to be more open in your matchmaking.”
“I will.” Otis was right; she shouldn’t have withheld key information from Stephanie, but she was right too. Mark and Stephanie were suited for each other as time would prove.
Against her hip Otis’ cock swelled. He gently kneaded one cheek. “You always did have a nice ass,” he mused. “It’s just as shapely as it was when I married you twenty-five years ago.”
That wasn’t quite true, but she appreciated him saying so because she knew he believed it. He was her man. Her perfect match.
“Should we take this into the bedroom?” he asked.
Liz rolled onto her hip and peered up him. “Let’s do it.”
♥ In Perfect Match, Liz is spanked for not being honest in her match-making. What offenses would you consider to be “spankable” in a domestic discipline relationship? ♥
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?
Emma K. Gardner (This blog failed to post. You can still qualify for the grand prize by commenting on all the other blogs minus this one).
For updates and the complete list of information, please see the main contest page.