Annabelle and the Bandit

I have a new period western out; this one is a shorter read and for sale at only £0.99 in the UK, $0.99 for my friends over the pond. I have a new longer length book coming out next month, but more about that soon.

In the meantime, here's the blurb for Annabelle and the Bandit.

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Following the death of her mother, the impoverished Annabelle travels from Boston to Kansas, and out to her uncle's ranch. To her dismay, she is not welcome there ... Uncle Jacob and his family are openly hostile, and Jacob drives her back to Dodge City. But they are confronted on the way by a masked man who knocks Jacob out cold, ties him to a tree and steals his wagon, his produce, and his wallet. Joshua Boyce is a real man from the tip of his battered Stetson down to his fringed jacket and leather boots. Annabelle wasn't part of his plan and he's unsure what to do with her, but once he hears her story, he contemplates the options. As for Annabelle, she soon learns that Boyce is a man of integrity, and the brooding cowboy is devilishly handsome too. Fate has brought them together, and Annabelle embarks on a new phase in her life. There are many things she must learn out on the prairie, obedience being one of them; when she deliberately disobeys, Boyce doesn't hesitate to give her a spanking to reinforce the lesson. But can two people thrown together for convenience actually make a go of things? Shouldn't love be part of the equation...?





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Abducted and forced to strip .... Claimed by Her Master

Thought I'd share another extract from Claimed by Her Master. Vanessa has been abducted and forced on an arduous journey through the desert. When they reach the Oasis, she wonders what her fate will be ...

And from now on, I shall try to work less and blog more!
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As they drew nearer, high palms came into view, their dense fronds providing shade to the terraces that overlooked the shimmering water. Behind the palms were various long, low buildings, not constructed of wood, but of bleached white stone. There were armed guards at the perimeter, and they drew back as Lutobi and Vanessa approached, openly leering at Vanessa.A tall man in a loose-fitting cream robe came into view. His black-pebble eyes gleamed from a face that was neither young nor old; but it was a dour, unsmiling face with no warmth.
“I’ll take her from here,” he said curtly to Lutobi. Directing his attention once again to Vanessa, he uttered one word. “Dismount.”

She did so, glad to feel the ground beneath her feet once more, and was gladder still when the metal collar was removed from her neck. She rubbed the chafed skin and cast a dark look at Lutobi, which was wasted as he paid her no further attention and was already moving away with the horses.

“This way,” said the tall man.


He led the way through a wide archway which led to a courtyard with fountains and palms. Turning left, he gave Vanessa a shove through another archway. The floor beneath her feet was paved with white slabs of stone. At the end of the walkway was a door which was thrown open as they approached. A stout woman of middle-age stood there. Her skin was the colour of dark walnut and unlike most other women she wore her hair closely cropped.

“Ahmed.” She gave a slight nod of her head.

“Get her cleaned up,” the tall man said. “Shaker will inspect the new arrivals tomorrow. How many do we have?”

“With this one, ten.”

“Very well.” He nodded, turned, and strode off back down the walkway.


The woman looked unsmilingly at Vanessa. “I am Myar, and you will do as I instruct. Come with me.”

Vanessa glared yet followed. She had little choice. She was led into a small cell-like room with white-washed walls. It contained a narrow window, a bed, and a chest at the base of the bed. The door had a small barred window and locked from the outside. There was also a bucket opposite the bed. What luxurious accommodation, thought Vanessa grimly.


From the chest, Myar retrieved a hairbrush and a grey robe. “Strip,” she said.



Publisher's note: This book is intended for mature audiences as it contains corporal punishment and scenes of a sexual nature.



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A Delicious Spanking Leads to Great Sex ...

Reunited with her lover, Vanessa strips naked and experiences a delicious spanking ... followed by hot sex, in this extract from Claimed by Her Master.
**********His eyes darted to her drenched cloak. “Take off your clothes.”

Vanessa raised an eyebrow. “But…”

“You’re soaked to the skin. We’ll dry your clothes, and in the meantime, you will wear this.” He removed his own cloak. “Though I confess I’d rather you wear nothing at all,” he said with a grin.

“Aren’t you going to turn your back or something while I undress?” quizzed Vanessa, although at that moment she wanted nothing more than to be naked before him.

“Only if you insist.” His blue eyes smouldered. They had seven lost years to talk about, but talking wasn’t his first priority.

“In that case …” Darting him a sensual smile, Vanessa pulled off her wet things and stood before him as naked as the day she was born. She felt neither shame nor embarrassment. Excitement and a smouldering desire washed over her.

Magnus drank her in. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he said hoarsely.

“I do now.”


Letting the cloak fall to the sand, Magnus reached for her and pulled her down. Positioning himself by her side he leaned in to kiss her, one hand cupping her right breast, feeling the smooth firm flesh before exploring her hard nipples, rolling them between thumb and finger, making her gasp and shudder with pleasure. His questing hand stroked the curve of her hip, and dipped to fondle the cheeks of her bottom … such full, firm cheeks. He gave her bottom a light slap.

“Ohh,” she murmured, and then grinned. “That time on the headland when you caught me outside the city walls without permission. You spanked me. You spanked my bare bottom. And I loved it.”

“You did, huh? It didn’t seem so at the time when you were squealing like a stuck pig.” Magnus grinned. “I enjoyed it too, but not half as much as I’m going to enjoy it now.” Deftly he sat up and flipped her over his lap. “That first spanking was for punishment, whereas this one will be pure pleasure.”

“I like the sound of that.” She gave her rump a little wiggle of invitation.


With a throaty chuckle and an erection that felt as though it were a rod of iron, Magnus raised his hand. Feasting on her lush curves, he brought his hand down crisply on her right cheek, immediately followed by another on her left cheek. Encouraged by her little gasps, he spanked across the plumpest part of the target area. The plump mounds jiggled, and he viewed the pink blush with a grin.

“Starting to feel it now, are we, Princess?” He splatted his hand down again.

Vanessa yelped and nodded. “Yes! But don’t stop …”

Magnus obliged by covering the whole expanse of her squirming rump with a series of resounding slaps, resulting in a beautiful deeper pink blush on her bottom and an assortment of yips and yelps from Vanessa. “Why, I’ve barely started. This next lot will take your breath away.”



Publisher's note: This book is intended for mature audiences as it contains corporal punishment and scenes of a sexual nature.



You can find a complete list of Abigail Armani titles here, And a complete list of the books I've written under the pen name of Lucy Appleby here.



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Another Spanking is Imminent ...

Bratty Annie is in bother again after having being rude to one of the paying guests at the ranch. Tyler makes it known he will be 'having a little chat' with her when he eventually catches up with her... and we all know what that means!

Here's another little teaser from Bratty Annie and the Ranch Foreman.

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Tyler left to seek out Annie. He couldn't find her anywhere. Puzzled, he approached the stable block and corral to see if maybe she'd saddled up one of the horses. Sorrell was her favourite, but the mare was contentedly munching grass inside the pen.

"Hey Jake, you seen Annie?" he asked one of the ranch hands nearby.

"Nope. She in trouble again?" Jake grinned.

"You could say so."

"I saw her, boss - she drove off about twenty minutes ago," offered Chuck.

"Yeah? Did she say where she was heading?"

Chuck shook his head. "She didn't say nothin' - seemed to be in a bit of a snit if you ask me - stomped off with a face like a thunder cloud."

"That figures," said Tyler. He frowned. There seemed little point in chasing after her when he had no clear idea of where she might have gone. "Okay, thanks boys. Guess I'll catch up with her later and have a little chat."

Jake and Chuck grinned. They both knew what Tyler meant by 'have a little chat' and figured that when he caught up with her, that cute little ass of hers would be mighty tender.


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Feisty Girls Get Spanked! Bratty Annie and the ranch Foreman

It's weird how dislike and resentment towards a person can subtly change into something entirely different. After Tyler spanks Annie, the dynamics of their relationship begin to change.

Here's another little teaser from Bratty Annie and the Ranch Foreman.

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"I'm sorry I had to do that, Annie." He held out his arms. A moment later she was nestled within them, the fact that she was half naked forgotten.

"It hurts real bad," she whimpered, clinging to him as though he were a life line, her tears soaking his bare chest.

"I know, baby. But it will soon pass." He held her close, his heart going out to her. If only her parents hadn't indulged her quite so much as she was growing up, she wouldn't have turned out the way she had. And so what if she was feisty - he liked that. She had spirit, and somewhere beneath her brash exterior was a fun-loving, charming young woman.

"Tyler?" she whispered.

"Yeah?" He cupped her chin, looking into her teary blue eyes.

"Are you going to tell Dad that I went in his safe?"

"No. I won't tell him that. It'll be our secret."

'"Ohhh." She sighed in relief. "I'd hate for him to know what I did. Thanks."

"It's okay. You know, if you want to see your friends tomorrow, I'll lend you some money until you get paid."

"You'd do that?"

"Sure."

"I ... I'd appreciate that."

"No problem. I'll give you $100 and deduct it from your wages on Friday. Right - time I was heading off to bed. Goodnight, Annie."

"'Night, Tyler." She watched as he headed out of her room. Sleep eluded her as her bottom throbbed; she lay awake for some considerable time, and when she did eventually succumb, her dreams focused on one man: Tyler Fox.



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Caught In The Act : Bratty Annie and the Ranch Foreman

Little rich girl Annie, forced to work for the first time in her life, seeks a little extra cash before pay day. So what does she do? She 'borrows' it from her pa's safe.

Here's another little teaser from Bratty Annie and the Ranch Foreman.

**********With a gleeful smile, Annie stuffed a bundle of $20 bills into her skirt pocket. She hadn't bothered getting ready for bed, and had been patiently waiting for Tyler to fall asleep before she ventured downstairs. Checking the safe was properly locked, she left the study and stealthily crept back up stairs ... only to bump headlong into Tyler on the landing.

"Fuck!" she squealed. "You gave me a fright! What are you doing?"

"I was about to ask you the same question."

"Oh. I, ah ... I went to... to the kitchen to make a snack."

"Uh huh." He levelled her a look that made her heart sink.

"Back to bed now," she said brightly and pushed past him, gasping as his hand shot out and gripped her arm.

"Not so fast, Annie," he said quietly. "What else did you do downstairs?"

"Nothing. Now take your big hairy paw off of my arm." Though she tried to sound defiant and unconcerned, a tiny tremor crept into her voice.

"Nothing. You sure about that?" Tyler's eyes narrowed.

"Of course I am. Now let me go." She struggled in an attempt to pull free of his iron grip.

"So what were you doing in the safe?"

She paled. "How did you...? I mean, nothing. I wasn't in the safe. You're mistaken."

"I don't think so," said Tyler as he eyed the dollar bills protruding from her pocket. He pulled them out. "Care to explain?"

"Oh well ... I-I..." Oh crap! "I just took some cash is all. He won't miss it. Anyhow, it's none of your business."

"Wrong. It is my business. And I'm disappointed you'd steal from your own father."

"I only borrowed it," she muttered. "Give me that back." She held out her hand.

Tyler grabbed it and marched her back to her bedroom. "Put your hands on the bed and bend over. You're about to get spanked for stealing and then lying about it."

"No!

"You will do as I ask, Annie," he said quietly. "It's time to accept responsibility and take your punishment."

His words cut into her. She hovered, angry and afraid, and a sudden surge of shame washed over her. She'd never stolen anything before - never had to. "I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this." She gulped and cast a pleading look at Tyler. He remained silent, watching her, and waiting. Biting her lip, she moved into position.


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Go Stand in the Corner

Some men are just so mean, making their naughty ones go and stand in the corner following a spanking. The spankee can contemplate their wrongdoings, or maybe stand there and try not to rub. As for the spanker ... well, he just sits there and enjoys the view.
Here's another little teaser from Bratty Annie and the Ranch Foreman.
**********He pointed. "Go stand in the corner."

"But why?" she wailed, one hand reaching round to rub her scalded nates.

"Because I said so," he said in a tone that belied no argument. Still sniffling, she bent down to pull up her panties. "Leave those where they are." He expected her to make a fuss. She didn't. Still overwhelmed by events, she gave him a resentful look and shuffled off obediently to the corner. Tyler smiled. "And no rubbing," he warned.

Going to the desk, Tyler resumed his work, taking illicit pleasure in looking in the corner every couple minutes. He needed this time as much as Annie as he willed his erection to shrink; but his cock wasn't having it. The sight of that wonderful round red bottom made his manhood twitch and strain against his jeans in a bid for freedom.
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"I know what you need." A Spanking!

Dana is too full of energy, pacing the room, restless, on a high, can't calm down ... Ethan knows just how to remedy this. Spanking can be so cathartic. What's more, it can lead to great sex!

**********Ethan watched her, came up behind her and whispered, "I know what you need."

"What?"

"A little something to help calm you down." He led her to the side of the bed, sat down and patted his thighs. "Over you go." She hesitated for a brief moment, then obediently lay over his thighs. He adjusted her until her bottom was in just the right place, raised nicely to meet his hand. "Are you ready for some bottom warming therapy?"

"Yes, I do believe I am."

His hand came down firmly onto her tender cheeks, still a little pink from the previous day's spanking. He spanked again, concentrating on her lower fleshy curves, turning the pink skin to a darker hue. Dana gasped, wriggled, then yelped as the spanks continued as Ethan spanked on, feeling the heat from her glowing skin intensifying beneath his hand.

"Owww!" she wailed, as pink morphed into red. She tried to kick her legs, but Ethan did that clever little trick of his, pinioning her legs with his own, effectively denying her the luxury of movement.

Ethan spanked at a steady, inexorable pace, focusing on her defenceless sit spot, and as the burn intensified, Dana squealed and tried to protect her bottom by covering it with her hand - but he quickly scuppered that action and Dana was held fast by one steel-hard arm.

She yipped and yelped and squirmed over his lap as best she could, yet still the steady smacking continued relentlessly, resulting in a fiery throb in her hindquarters. The fire in her skin filled her senses, filled her head, effectively shutting out everything else but the pain induced by the hard slaps. Her bottom stung and throbbed without respite, each fresh round of spanks adding to the sensation.

And then the tears began to fall, and suddenly she found herself sobbing uncontrollably, and the release was like a dam bursting. And with the tidal wave of tears, the merciless spanking stopped, and she was cradled in his arms as he rocked her and stroked her hair until the sobs abated and she was still and calm.




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Anyone for a deliciously erotic flogging ...?

Laying on the bed, her wrists secured to the bed rail, Dana feels deliciously helpless as she experiences her first ever flogging at the hands of Ethan ...

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Minutes later they were on the bed in a tangle of limbs. Her sore bottom forgotten, Dana moved wantonly beneath him, her fingers exploring his shoulders, his broad back, as she admired the play of muscles under his tanned skin.

"How about we spice things up a little, huh?" suggested Ethan.

"Yeah?" She giggled. "How?"

"Go get me a pair of your pantyhose out of the drawer and you'll see."

"You're not going to wear them are ya?" she giggled, and was rewarded by a swat to her thigh as she trotted off to get the required item.

"You're going to wear them ... on your wrists," he informed her, pushing her down on her back, deftly securing her wrists together, winding the hose round tightly.

Dana watched with interest and a mounting sexual excitement as he raised her arms back over her head, using the remainder of the hose to wrap around the bed rail behind the pillows, effectively rendering her arms immobile.

"There. How does that make you feel?"

"Naughty. Sexy. Apprehensive. Excited."

Ethan grinned and nodded. "Yeah? Anything else?"

"Helpless. Deliciously helpless." She shivered in anticipation and squirmed a little, wincing slightly as her punished bottom came into contact with the bedclothes. She scrutinised his face, wondering what he had planned.

"I have something nice for you," he said with a wicked grin.

She eyed his erection. "I see that."

"Not that. Not yet."

"What then?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

He reached across to the night stand and pulled something out of the drawer. "This. I picked it up in Denver to add to my collection. You're gonna love it."

Dana stared at it, puzzled. "But it's just a handle with a scrap of fabric - with lots of sticky-out bits."

Ethan snorted derisively at her description. "It's a flogger, very lightweight and soft. Feel the tails." He draped them over her breasts and belly.

"Ohhh. That feels real nice."

The suede tails fell softly, like a lover's caress. Ethan rotated his wrist in a clockwise motion, gently flicking the flogger over her belly and hips.

"Yum," came the response. "It feels like the touch of a butterfly wing."

"Good huh?" He continued to wield the flogger, skimming it lightly down her arms and over the fullness of her breasts before focusing on her nipples.

Dana found it an exquisite sensation. Moaning softly, she arched her back, thrusting out her breasts, her engorged nipples standing proud, demanding more attention. The flogger teased her breasts, making her quiver with excitement, and as Ethan moved further down her body, she closed her eyes and gave herself over to experiencing the sensations. Shoulders, breasts, torso, belly and thighs all received the treatment, and then those teasingly soft tails skimmed her inner thighs, lightly touching her slick sex.

Dana was in heaven, but it was the tone of his voice that took her to the next level of pleasure.

"Spread your legs... wider. Raise your knees ... higher."

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What do good girls get after a spanking ...?

In this extract from Dana and the Drifter, Dana has been spanked and forgiven. What comes next? Soft kisses, having your lover bathe you in a cloud of bubbles and scented water, and paying extra special attention to all those little nooks and crannies...

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He kissed her and ruffled her hair. "I'm in love with you, Dana Morgan."

"And I with you." She smiled through her tears and was about to say more, but his mouth clamped down firmly on hers.

He broke away and took her hand. "Come with me. I'm gonna run you a bath and scrub the paint off you. It's even in your hair, you silly woman."

She smiled ruefully. "Guess I should have tied it back and worn a baseball cap." She watched as Ethan ran the water and tipped some bubble lotion into the tub. "My butt stings like I've sat on a nest of ants."

"Let that be a lesson to you then," he said acerbically, but his eyes twinkled. "You know, I didn't use anywhere near full force with the belt. You've probably been spanked just as hard with my hand."

She considered his words. "Well it was different this time. It was no fun."

"It wasn't supposed to be. It was punishment. The dynamics are different."

She nodded and rubbed her stinging bottom, then gasped as Ethan lifted her bodily into the tub.

"This will sting," he said.

"Yeowww!" squealed Dana. "Ow! Ow! It does! It really does! I mean it really does."

Ethan chuckled as she sank down into the tub, her slick pink skin visible through the rising cloud of fragrant bubbles ... one knee... two, a shoulder, a soft breast with tantalisingly perky nipples peeping out through the suds. Kneeling beside the bath, he reached for the wash cloth and soap.

Dana began to relax. "No one has ever bathed me before," she admitted. "I like it."

"Good. We'll make a habit of it if you're a good girl and behave yourself."

Dana squirmed and giggled as he washed her hair and rinsed it, then proceeded to soap every tender nook and cranny, taking special care with certain areas.

"Um. You're very ... thorough," whispered Dana as the cloth massaged her pussy.

"Uh huh." He grinned. "Now you need to turn over. There are other areas that need my attention."

She obligingly rolled over, triggering a small tidal wave in the process, water sploshing over his feet and legs.

"On your knees, woman. Raise that naughty bottom up high for me." His grin deepened as her bright red bottom emerged through the suds like a welcoming beacon.


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Someone Deserves a Spanking!

In this extract, Dana is jealous, thinking Ethan has been having a fling with Kaitlin the waitress. Her fears are entirely unfounded, but Ethan doesn't take too kindly to the accusation, nor does he like having can of paint hurled at him ... A spanking is called for ...

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"So," continued Dana, "did you have fun with Kaitlin? Or was it someone else this time? Oh, you - you lousy bastard!" she shrieked, and threw the paint can at him. He ducked and it hurtled
against the back wall, dripping its contents down the wall and all over the floor.

Ethan drew himself up to his full height and gave Dana a hard stare, his mouth set in a firm
line, eyes glinting. "Kaitlin is a waitress who served my table during a stopover in Denver. She
came on to me but I wasn't interested. I haven't made out with Kaitlin or anyone else for that matter, and I'm disappointed you think me so shallow and have so little trust in me."

"Oh." She glared at him, but there was less fury in her face, and just a hint of contrition. "So
why are ya dressed to kill, huh?"

"Clean this mess up, then return to our cabin," he said coldly. He glanced at his watch. "You
have one hour. Don't be late." With that he spun round on his heel and left.

"Ethan ..." But he had gone, and that cold look haunted her. Wearily, she began the task of
clearing up the mess, but during the entire proceedings she was aware of the trepidation building up,
for she had misjudged him badly, and surely she would pay the price for that on her bottom.

She was right.

Ethan was waiting for her. Without a word, he took her arm and escorted her into their bedroom. Dana gulped when she saw the pillow strategically placed in the middle of the bed. It would of course, raise her bottom to exactly the right height and angle.

Ethan uttered one word. "Strip."

Nervously, she did so, feeling gauche and embarrassed at her nakedness, and the coil of fear that snaked her spine made her tremble. Ethan interpreted her expression and his face softened.

"Never fear me, Dana. Never. But know that if this relationship is to continue, we need to have absolute trust in one another. I'm going to give you twelve with my belt to help drive that point
home."

Dana's eyes widened. His belt? He had only ever used his hand on her, and that hurt bad enough. How would she take twelve with the belt? But she swallowed, realizing she had failed him, and if this was the price to be paid, then she would take it as best she could. She watched, mesmerized, as his hands went to his belt, unbuckled it, pulled it free of the loops and folded it double, then wound it around his large, strong hand...


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Fancy an early night?

'Fancy an early night?' Such a delicious question. Here's how Dana reacts to it in this extract from Dana and the Drifter.

**********Ethan grinned. "Me too. Say - do ya fancy an early night?"

Dana glanced at her watch. It was only a little after nine. "I'm not exactly tired," she
ventured.

"Neither am I." Ethan gave her a smouldering look. She interpreted it correctly and blushed.

"Ethan Fletcher. Are you thinking what I think you're thinking?"

"And what might that be?" he asked guilelessly.

"You know," she said with a giggle, then turned and headed for the bedroom.

He came striding after her, pulling off his shirt as he went. As Dana sat on the bed and
removed her sandals, she watched his hands go to his belt, snapping the leather through the metal
buckle, then ease his jeans down over his muscled thighs. Not for the first time did she suck in a
breath at the sight of him, her beautiful, sexy man. His broad shoulders and arms were thick with
solid muscle, his chest and belly and the ripple of toned abs were reminiscent of a sculpted Greek
God.

Ethan paused for a moment as their eyes met, and then his expression turned to one of surprise
as Dana suddenly knelt before him.

"Let me," she whispered, and reached to tug down his underpants.


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Stick that bottom out for me ....

'Stick that bottom out for me' is a phrase that can be so erotic. Here's how Dana reacts to it in this extract from Dana and the Drifter.
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The next morning, Ethan woke to find a pair of blue eyes staring at him reflectively.

"Mornin' hon." He smiled lazily and reached out to kiss her. "Sleep well?"

"The best night's sleep I've had in ages."

"Good. Then why so pensive?"

"I was contemplating." She smiled as he cupped her right breast and toyed with the nipple.

"Contemplating what, exactly?" His hand moved to caress her other breast and give it similar treatment.

"Whether there would be any awkward silences when we woke up this morning. Whether last night was just a dream. Whether you'd pat me on the butt and send me on my way."

"Surely you don't think I'd do that?"

"No... not really. I guess I was just scared you might have changed your mind."

"Of course not. And you, woman, need to learn to have faith in me."

"I do ... big nose," she added mischievously.

"Oh yeah - name calling again is it?" He fixed her with one of his looks that made her bones melt. "Shall I tell you what happens to sassy women who call me rude names?"

"I think I can guess." She flashed him a grin, threw back the quilt, flipped over onto her tummy, and waggled her butt invitingly.

"You're learning fast, lady," he said appreciatively. "And as a reward, you're gonna get a bare bottom spanking." He brought his hand down firmly on her peachy curves. "Like this. And this." More spanks followed, and Dana squealed and wriggled. "Ah, that one got your attention." Ethan grinned. "Stick that bottom out for me. Get on your knees."

"Like this?" She obliged, instinctively arching her back and pushing her bottom out.

"Oh yeah. Perfect." He slapped her cheeks again, loving the way they danced beneath his hand. He spanked lightly to begin with, his hand skimming the smooth surface of her naked flesh. "More?"

"Yes. More." This is fun. It's not too hard. It's ... hell, it's a real turn on.

More spanks rained down in little flurries. Dana was practically purring in pleasure.

"Did I say you should be enjoying this?" he said in a tone of mock severity.

"What makes you think I am?"

He dipped his finger between her thighs. "This." He withdrew his finger, glistening with the juices of her arousal, and placed it to her mouth. "Taste yourself," he said huskily.

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