Wondering what sort of scorching scenes to expect in Her Daddy and Her Master, my latest book? Here’s an excerpt from about halfway through, when Laila is being punished for not wearing her butt plug every day. It’s not technically an entry for SatSpanks because it’s too long, but this is Saturday, and someone is getting spanked, so you can make up your own mind whether it counts or not:
“Go to the staircase and stand in front of it,” Flin said. Laila turned and walked toward it, feeling Flin’s eyes on her naked bottom. She stopped before the first step, and waited for further instructions.
“Bend over, hold onto the railings,” he ordered. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that he still held the rope. She hated the idea of being restrained.
“Please don’t tie me up.”
“What color are you feeling?” came the response.
“Orange,” she said.
“Then bend over, hold onto the railings,” he reiterated. With a sigh, Laila complied. As she felt him tie her hands to the handrails, she closed her eyes and tried to center herself. This was happening, she told herself, whether she wanted it to happen exactly like this or not. Laila tested whether she could pull free while he wasn’t looking, but even though the rope didn’t feel too tight, he had managed to hold her fast.
A few seconds later, she heard a swooshing sound, then a stick was thrust in front of her.
“Know what this is?” he asked.
“No, master.” She had a fairly good idea that it was going to be used on her bottom, but hoped he would prove her wrong and that it would turn out to be a special hi-tech chocolate summoning stick or something.
“It’s a switch cut from a Telian Whip Tree. On my home planet, a Whip Tree is specially grown near all dwellings, and the sticks are cut from it for one reason; to chastise naughty bottoms.”
There it was, Laila thought. She knew it had been something like that. The chances of it being a stick for summoning chocolate had been too remote.
“Usually, the punishment duration is dictated by the longevity of the stick. When the stick breaks, that’s often the end of the punishment, but it is not unheard of for particularly unrepentant individuals to get up to seven sticks, although seven is the limit due to Telian laws regarding punishments,” Flin said. Laila looked at the stick with a growing sense of horror. “Out here, in space, of course, there’s no such laws. In your case, however, I won’t be breaking any sticks. After all, where would I get another one, this distance off-world? Count fifteen please.”
Laila was surprised by the rapid shift from the geography lesson to her chastisement, and the first stroke caught her unawares.
“Yeeeoooooowwwww!” she shouted, as she strained against the ropes holding her in place. The stick sliced across her bottom and burned.
“That’s not a number, Laila. Back to zero. Count fifteen, please,” Flin seemed totally insensitive to Laila’s pain as a second stroke scored agonizingly into her flesh.
He leaned in and pulled her hair as he said, “Don’t forget to address me as master or I’ll add extras.” The following strike was just as bad, bringing tears to her eyes already.
At the next stroke, she was astounded that her pussy twitched, despite the searing pain slicing across her bottom.
“Threeee owwwww m…m…master!” She tried to imagine something nice, to distract herself from the pain, but the only thing that came to mind right then was the feeling of standing too close to a bonfire.
“Fooourrr… maa…aaster!” She began crying, and as Flin continued to strike her unprotected bottom with the switch, her sobs turned to howls as the tears continued to fall.
As they got into the higher numbers, Flin varied his speed, and Laila never knew when to expect the next one, with some happening in short succession and others being minutes apart. They reached fifteen, and Laila went limp in her bindings, still sobbing, hoping Flin would untie her now. Her pussy was soaked and she was barely able to believe that she craved his attentions, despite the pain of her punishment. She gasped as she felt something pressing at the entrance to her back passage.
“What’s that, master?”
“Your butt plug. You’re very wet, my dear.” Flin continued working it into her. She hated the part where it went in. It was the hardest. Until it came back out again, anyway.
What happens next? Find out in Her Daddy and Her Master!