The man she deserves…an excerpt from Disciplinary Measures

Well, Christmas is around the corner, and I am editing as fast as I can to finalize Breeder 2: Terran for a mid-January submission. I’m out of blog topics right now. So here’s a little excerpt from Disciplinary Measures, part of the Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series. 

In this scene, Gina has agreed to try DD to curb her spending. This is her first disciplinary spanking, told from her husband’s point of view:

The most erotic of all the Rod and Cane books

“Let’s get this over with.” He pushed her out of his arms and led her to the chair. The ankle bracelet he’d given her tinkled with each step. Her eyes filled with tears when she spotted the belt, and she swallowed. “We’ll start with a hand spanking,” he said.

He sat, and without further direction, she laid herself over his lap, bracing her hands on one side, her feet on the other.

He warmed up her ass with a brisk massage. She relaxed against his thighs in pliant submission. He’d never loved this woman more than he did in this moment.

“Thank you,” he said hoarsely over the lump in his throat.

“For what?”

He gripped her waist. “For trusting me.” He brought his hand down on her ass, leaving a red outline. She cried out.

He slapped harder than he did for pleasure. Reflexively she attempted to block the blows, so he pinned her wrists against her lower back and continued to spank.

He spread his swats around the plump surface of her ass but also delivered two and three spanks to the same spot to heighten the sting. When crimson handprints had blended to an even stain, he grabbed the belt and doubled it over. She had confessed. She had been good. He would be lenient with just a few lashes.

Though she couldn’t see, she must have sensed what was about to happen, because she stiffened.

He struck her ass with the loop of leather. The loud crack melded with her cry of pain. A scarlet strip stood out on her rosy skin. Red on red.

He snapped the leather against her other cheek, and her color deepened. She shrieked with every blow when he whipped each side four times, then struck the sit spot at the tops of her thighs. She would remember this spanking for a long time, would feel its effects for a while too. He would carry it in his heart—the crack of leather on flesh, her tears, the throb in his palm from the hand spanking.

But most of all he would remember her obedience. He vowed to do right by her—to love, respect, and discipline her. He promised himself he would be the man, the head of household she deserved.

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All Rod and  Cane Society series books can be read as stand-alones.

Disciplinary Measures on Amazon.

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