Sneak peek excerpt from Irresistible Attractions, Rod and Cane 6, #spanking

CaraBristol_RandCSociety_IrresistibleAttractions_400x600Here’s an excerpt from Irresistible Attractions, a Rod and Cane Society spanking romance, to be released Tuesday, May 26. What you need to know is that Hannah Laurie, the heroine, is a college student who works nights cleaning the Rod and Cane mansion. At this point in the story she is alone in the building…

Board of Governance Chamber read the engraved gold plated plaque. La di dah. Not a meeting room, but a chamber, because secret organizations had important sounding rooms instead of ordinary assembly spaces. The governance one was unlocked, but it had been readied with paperwork as if prepped for a meeting, with stacks of documents at each of the places around a standard issue conference table surrounded by comfortable high backed leather chairs. Quite humdrum until one peeked behind the drapes at the two-way mirror that offered a peep show into the adjacent room if the lights were on. Now that was a chamber.

It called to her, but Hannah resisted even so much as a quick look for fear of getting distracted. Work first.

Tidy Titans’ Rule Number Seven: Do not disturb or move anything. Avoiding jostling the papers, she flicked the duster around the stacks, emptied the trash can and shredder, ran the vacuum around the table, and straightened the leather chairs. With nothing left to do, she allowed herself to draw the drapes.

The lights were off on the other side so the viewing window reflected only her face and the table behind her, but she knew from previous shifts what lay on the other side of the glass. As surely as Amberlyn was a big fat faker, the chamber beyond was part of the reason she’d been required to sign a confidentiality agreement.

Rod and Cane had a spanking dungeon.

She yanked the drapes closed, and with excitement curling in her tummy, she headed for the room next door. When she stepped inside, the sensor-controlled lights flickered on, and she paused to absorb it all.

While the cases in the promenade held some vintages paddles, mostly they showcased  more eclectic, less obvious items: hair and back brushes, wooden spoons and spatulas, rulers and paint stirrers.

The disciplinary chamber contained the serious implements: paddles of all shapes and sizes, canes, floggers, tawses, whips, and spanking benches equipped with restraints. Did they really whip and spank women here? In her imagination they did; she was one of them. From the moment she and Amberlyn had discovered the room, the disciplinary chamber had set the stage for Hannah’s fantasies. She pictured herself naked and bound while a tall, dark, faceless man welted her tender cheeks as she pleaded for mercy and begged for more in the same tortured breath. Master Bob, as she had named her battery operated boyfriend, got quite a workout on Rod and Cane mansion cleaning nights.

She’d never been able to examine the items to her satisfaction because Amberlyn had accompanied her, flinging disparaging comments with every flick of her duster. Hannah had been forced to hide her curiosity.

But, her slacker of a work mate wasn’t here tonight.

The implements were lined up in neat, precise rows, readied for service. Except one paddle fell out of formation, hanging askew. The urge to correct it pulled her across the room. After she’d righted it, her fingers lingered, caressing each item. If she was on the receiving end of a physical chastisement, which one would she choose?

Hard to decide with so many options.  Long, slender ones. Short squat ones like for ping pong. Some solid, others drilled with holes. Wood and leather.  And floggers with supple, soft tails, and harder, less forgiving tawses. Slender canes in varying lengths. Taking one from the wall, she swooshed it through the air like a Star Wars light saber. A beautiful swirling grain caught her attention. Olive wood? She lifted the paddle from the hook. She cracked it against her palm, and sucked in a breath of pleasure at the stingy tingles.

No one would know she tried it out. There were no spanking police who would dust the implements for ass prints. Not that she knew of anyway.

Her hand moved on its own to whack the paddle against her right cheek, and she closed her eyes in bliss. Slapped herself again. No, playing with the spanking toys was against the rules. She rehung the paddle before she caved to the temptation.

With a single chair, a couple of spanking benches and no other furniture, little in the room required cleaning, but she polished the wooden frames with beeswax and the kneeling pads with leather protector. Had anyone noticed how the wood and leather gleamed?

With a sigh, she stowed the cleaners and rags in her cart,  which she’d left in the hallway, then fired up the vacuum. The low profile carpeting wore well and didn’t leave tracks so she couldn’t tell how much traffic the room got. Rarely had anything appeared to have been moved from one week to the next. Either the men who used the room were very neat or the room wasn’t put in to service often. Getting answers to her growing list of questions had been stymied.

Googling Rod and Cane had yielded only the Society’s website and a lone News Sentinel exposé from a couple of years ago. The article had excoriated the society for its practice of domestic discipline, for men mastering and punishing their wives. She’d gotten even less information from the organization’s website because it required a password for access. Ilovespanking, paddlemyass, spankmehard—none of those had worked. She wasn’t a good hacker.

As she zoomed over the carpet, it occurred to Hannah she’d missed a primo opportunity to get the goods on the organization by rifling through the documents laid out on the table. Except that would be a huge violation, and she didn’t snoop. She followed the rules. Most of the time.

Vacuuming finished, she wound the cord around the cleats and pushed the machine into the hall, remembering how she’d gotten flustered and left it on the elevator. Jordan Bevy must have thought she was a ditz. Naturally she would make an ass of herself in front of the sexiest man she’d ever encountered. He made the guys in her college classes look like little kids.

Hannah halted in the doorway giving the room a final perusal. Spic and spank. Dust free. Paddles aligned in neat rows. Benches polished.

She eyed her favorite.  Gorgeous cherry grain. Slick smooth leather, the kind resistant to sweat stains, she suspected.  In her fantasies, she knelt on that bench. Dare she try it out for real? Doing so violated the rules, but it wouldn’t disturb anything, and tonight might be her sole chance. Amberlyn would come back—or Tidy Titans would replace her. Either way, she’d never be alone in the mansion again.

Before she lost her nerve, she strode to the apparatus. Spastic butterflies beat frantic wings in her stomach. Hiking up her skirt, she knelt on the lower padded seat and relaxed her torso atop the upper one. She wiggled her wrists into the leather loops attached to the front legs. She peeked over her shoulder at her reflection, and winced at her big booty, covered in unattractive gray wash and wear cotton poly. Not her best feature. Why couldn’t she have had a cute little butt to go along with her short stature?

Hannah freed her hands from the restraints and tugged up the skirt. Her lace thong left her backside near naked. Twisting her arm, she swatted one pasty cheek. Smack! Smack! Buns of steel?  More like jiggles of Jello.  She slapped herself several more times. It was hard to get a good swing. If only she had longer arms—

—Or an implement.

Hannah scurried to the wall and snatched a short, slender cane, then hopped back on the bench and hiked her dress over her waist again.

She tapped herself with the rod. More kiss than slap, it imparted only a slight sting.  Tightening her grip, she swung a little harder. Ow! She wiggled her bottom. Nice tingle, but it disappeared too fast.

She was so bad. This was breaking every rule and some that hadn’t been written yet. Tidy Titans’ rule No. thirty-five: Do not try out clients’ spanking equipment.

Hannah giggled and landed another strike on her bottom. “You’re a naughty girl,” she chided aloud, imagining her fantasy man saying it. But this time, he had Jordan Bevy’s face.

“Yes, you are a naughty girl,” boomed Jordan’s very real voice.

Irresistible Attractions blurb

An “oops” baby born late in her parents’ marriage, Hannah Laurie never received the love or acceptance she needed, but she’s determined to make something of herself. Living on a shoestring, she’s paying her way through college by working nights for a cleaning service. Among its clients is the Rod and Cane Society of domestic discipline practitioners. As Hannah cleans its mansion headquarters, with its bold display of implements and artwork glorifying discipline, she is drawn to idea of being spanked. Although she prides herself on following the rules, one evening while alone at the mansion, she surrenders to the impulse to try out the equipment in the secret disciplinary chamber.

Millionaire cybersecurity magnate Jordan Bevy, Rod and Cane’s disciplinary proctor, is responsible for ensuring the rules of the organization are followed to a T. Using the disciplinary chamber for personal pleasure is strictly forbidden. But when he catches the shy little cleaner girl trying out the equipment, what’s a fellow to do but bend the rules by giving her a hand?

But when their relationship deepens, their respective worlds collide and clash, throwing into doubt that a lowly cleaner girl can find acceptance in her rich boyfriend’s monied world.

All Rod and Cane Society novels can be read as stand-alones. See the entire series here.

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5 Responses to Sneak peek excerpt from Irresistible Attractions, Rod and Cane 6, #spanking

  1. Laurel Lasky says:

    I love it. What a naughty girl. What fun.

  2. Livia Grant says:

    I absolutely can’t wait! What a great excerpt. I loved her inner thoughts about being a bad hacker with those password guesses.

  3. Laurel Lasky says:

    I would love to read in in word. I can turn it into a PDF version.

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