Y=Yielding on the Yacht #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge. My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day in every sentence. I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even sci-fi.  Today is a contemporary.

I know that today is technically the last day of the month, but I hope you’ll come back tomorrow for my Z story, The Lucky Zipper.

A huge shout out of thanks to Christine Hart who has done editing duties for several days now and will be finishing the last story with me. I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month.  I thank them from the bottom of my heart!

Y is for Yielding on the Yacht

Yosef paced the bridge of his luxury yacht. He must have lost his mind to let his friend and business partner talk him into playing babysitter to a spoiled, young actress who had managed to get herself in hot water with the press and needed a place to lay low for a few weeks.

He’d been looking forward to some much-needed downtime from the yearlong hardcore press he’d been giving his business. While he’d achieved great success, Yosef had never felt as burned out.

He’d flown into Yarbourgh yesterday to meet his docked yacht. The crew had her in tip-top shape for the planned month at sea and Yosef had hoped to set out to sea today. That was before the emergency call from Yuri.

Now instead of a peaceful vacation, he would have to share his private space with some Yahoo, stupid enough to drink and drive and then try to seduce the arresting cop while being video tapped.   The young actress’s stupid antics were now center stage on every tabloid. Because Yuri had invested heavily in the little brat’s next movie, he was desperate to keep her from tanking her entire career before the release date.

The sound of a helicopter in the distance yanked his attention back to the present. He watched as the helicopter landed on the helipad on shore just long enough to eject one Yasmina Young and not one or two, but four pale yellow high-end suitcases.

His crew on shore struggled to load her belongings into the yawl that was tethered on shore. Yosef had half a mind to text them to leave it all behind, but he didn’t want to deal with Ms. Young’s antics if he made her go without.

He finished his breakfast yogurt and moved to the stern to await his guest’s arrival. As the small boat drew closer, Yosef’s pulse quickened as he took in the natural beauty of his uninvited guest. He’d been expecting a glamorous actress, but Yasmina appeared to be like any other young twenty-two year old – that was until she opened her mouth.

Her first words as he assisted her aboard were, “I’m gonna kill Yuri. I wanted to be on a sailing yacht not a motor yacht. And I demanded to have a private yacht and now I hear from the crew that the owner, some guy named Yosef, is going to be onboard cramping my style. Before we take off, I need to use my cell phone so I can call Yuri and straighten all of this mess out.”

The little brat had brushed past him without so much as a ‘by your leave’. Yosef had two choices. He could let the little bitch call Yuri and demand to be moved and with any luck, she’d be out of his hair by lunchtime. Or… he could help his friend get Yasmina Young taken in hand and under control.   The swell of his cock as he admired the pert breasts spilling over the skimpy yellow halter-top his guest was wearing made the final decision for him.

Without a single word, Yosef scooped the now yelping actress over his shoulder and took off for his master cabin.   He shouted back to his crew, “Set sail for the Yucatan as planned.   I’ll be in my cabin introducing our guest to the yacht’s rules.”

The titters of laughter behind him told Yosef his crew approved of his handling of the spoiled little rich girl.

The yapping from the woman over his shoulder told him his guest most definitely did not approve.

“You’re going to regret this, you heathen! I’m going to tell Yuri that you’re abusing me and he’s gonna kick your ass!”

“Ms. Young, I’ve known Yuri for over twenty years and I can assure you, the only ass he wants kicked right now is yours for putting your career and his project in jeopardy.   I’ve decided if I’m going to be stuck babysitting a brat like you, the least I can get in return is the satisfaction of teaching you a lesson or two.”

He had arrived in his cabin, and stopped to lock the door before crossing to his king sized bed and dropping his unwelcome guest from his shoulder into the middle of the pale yellow comforter.   Yet, before she could shimmy away, he leaned over to trap her against the bed, their faces inches apart.

“Now, let’s start over, young lady. My name is Yosef Yves and you are an unwelcome guest aboard my yacht, The Longest Yard. The only reason I have agreed to allow a spoiled, rotten little bitch like you aboard to interrupt my much needed vacation is because Yuri and I have been like brothers since high school.   I am going to lay out the rules of my ship and you are going to follow them without complaint…”

Her eyes had been widening until she could no longer keep her yap shut. “You’re a fucking lunatic!”

Without delay, Yosef rolled her to her tummy and landed ten full-force and fast spanks to her rounded bottom.   His guest yelped with angered surprise, fighting to be free.   When done, he rolled her to her back and calmly resumed his education of Yasmina. He was pleased that her watery blue eyes held a hint of yielding.

“Rule one – no profanity – you are a young lady and will talk and act as such. As you may have noticed, all broken rules will be dealt with over my knee or the end of my bed.   And I assure you, the short spanking you just received will be the only one delivered over your clothing.”

He loved seeing the shocked surprise in Yasmina’s eyes at being taken in hand for the first time in her life.   When she stopped playing the part of a bitch, she really was a lovely young woman and his growing erection as he continued to lay out the rules assured him the rest of his body had noticed as well.

“Rule two – you will be polite and gracious at all times saying please and thank you to those who are assisting you. This includes eating what you are offered, not drinking alcohol in excess and getting plenty of rest by going to bed when you are told.”

Her sly grin annoyed Yosef. “Okay, now I know you’re yanking my chain. I’m not eight years old and I don’t need a daddy.”

“Ms. Young, I’ve been in your presence for less than ten minutes and I can assure you I’ve met many eight year olds who behaved better than you have and I put the blame squarely on your daddy not teaching you these lessons. Lucky for you, I’m available to set you back on track.   I’m not sure your ass is going to be too happy about all of the punishments your mouth is going to get you into, but I assure you, by the time you leave The Longest Yard one month from now, you will be a changed woman.”

“You know what, it’s your funeral. You touch me again and I’m gonna sue you for every penny you’ve got.”

“You just go ahead and try.”

He could see the frustration on her face as for the first time in her life, she had bumped into someone who refused to yield to her tantrums and demands.   There was a stand off as each waited to see who would yield first. Yosef knew he could wait her out forever.

The showdown ended when Yasmina made her choice with a simple, “Fuck you.”

Josef moved quickly to pull her halter over her head, exposing her yummy, firm breasts. He wanted to touch them, but yanked his hand back just in time. His yearning would be fulfilled later.   Her short shorts and thong underwear fell from her youthful body next leaving her naked, flailing to be free.

He took a seat next to his young guest, easily dragging her across his lap so that her head, hands and feet hung towards the floor and her already pink bottom protruded perfectly into the air. She struggled wildly to free herself, yet he easily overpowered her, locking her into place with his leg and pressing on her back to subdue her.

“It didn’t need to be like this, Yasmina. I want you to know you are in control of these punishment sessions. I will lay out the rules and the consequences, a concept I see you are very unfamiliar with, and then you will choose to either behave and yield or break the rules.   If that is your choice, you need to understand that you are also choosing to have your bottom blistered each and every time.   I will be starting with my hand today, but with each escalating disobedient episode, your punishments will be harder and longer with much more painful devices.”

“You’ve lost your mind!”

“No, I’ve made you my summer project.”

“Hey, it’s your funeral.”

“I think that’s my line, Yasmina.”

Yosef had enough with talking. He lit into the yummy cheeks over his knee with an open, hard palm. The sounds of her yipping involuntarily filling his now rock-hard cock for actions he knew would not be in the cards – at least not today. What surprised him more was the aroma of Yasmina’s obvious arousal as he continued to subdue the little brat for probably the first time in her short and spoiled existence.

He knew he was making the desired impression when her yelps grew to all out yowls of pain.   It took several pain-filled minutes for her to stop flailing and accept the punishment being delivered. He knew they had had a break through when Yasmina sobbed her apologies.   “Yowie! I’m so sorry! Please Yosef, I’m sorry… I’ll be a good girl, I promise.”

Yosef eventually stopped the discipline session, but left his large palm to caress her scorched buns and sit spots.

“You have one yummy ass, Yasmina. I might have a conflict of interest here, because I admit I’m going to enjoy each and every trip you take over my knee.”

Through her tears, his guest mirrored his sentient, “You aren’t so yucky yourself, although I’m sure I’m going to make some mistakes. Will you please cut me some slack?”

Yosef grinned, “Nope. I promised you a naughty-girl spanking for every infraction and I’m a man of my words, Yasmina.”

“Yes, sir,” his guest pouted adorably.

Yosef’s summer vacation was looking up.


Poor Yasmina.  I’m guessing her butt is going to be a bit sore by the time they dock back in Yarbourgh again.    I know today is officially the last day of the month, but I still have one more letter to go so I hope you’ll come back tomorrow for Z=The Lucky Zipper.   I will also have a few posts into July to recap the month’s stories, the word count for each and give everyone a chance to vote on the story they’d most like me to write another chapter for.

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W=Throwing Whitney to the Wolves #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge. My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day in every sentence. I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even sci-fi.  Today is a paranormal.

A huge shout out of thanks to Christine Hart who drew the short straw on editing today. I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month. I love what a close knit community we have.

W is for Throwing Whitney to the Wolves

Whitney pulled her smoking Wrangler to the side of the road.   She’d known she was taking a chance driving the older vehicle across country for a weeklong visit with her best friend in Wyoming. She’d had little choice when the flights had been too expensive from West Virginia, not to mention she’d had to pack her jeep with the many wares Wendy had asked her to bring along with her for the wedding.

It wasn’t every day your best friend got married to the man of her dreams. Wendy and Whitney had been roommates at the University of Wisconsin, graduating only two years ago.   Wendy and Will had been hot and heavy even in school so it was no surprise when she’d agreed to move to his home state of Wyoming after graduation. The best friends hadn’t seen each other much since, but they stayed in touch with social media and calls.

Dragging her thoughts back to her problem at hand, she was grateful she at least had stuck to the main interstates for her trip, knowing the Wrangler might give her problems. She popped the hood and went to investigate why there was smoke when a big eighteen wheeler pulled over to assist.

The driver exited the cab, making his way towards Whitney.   A wave of revulsion coursed through her; getting stronger the closer he got to her disabled vehicle. The driver was waddling from his portly weight and by the time he had walked the hundred feet between them, he was wheezing slightly from his exertion.

“Well, hello little lady. Looks like you need a wrecker to come give you a tow.”

He had arrived next to her, and the stench of stale wine and piss had her holding her breath.   She needed help, but would rather wait for hours than work with this gross man. Still, she wanted to be polite so she exhaled to answer.

“Yes, I was just going to use my cell to call for help. Thanks for stopping, but I’m sure I’ll be fine waiting here for a tow truck.”

“You’re welcome, but I can’t leave a wholesome girl such as yourself along side of the road in these parts without help. You never know who might come along and cause you more worry.”

“No, really… I’ll call my friend Wendy’s husband Will and he’ll be able to assist me. You go on your way.” Whitney had turned and walked towards her jeep when she felt the poke of something against her back. She caught a whiff of his stale breath much too close. It smelled like whiskey as he grabbed her before she could make it into the jeep. He yanked her arm behind her back as she wrestled to free herself.

“I don’t want no trouble, you little whore.   I’m pressing my Smith & Wesson against your back. Dressing like a harlot with short shorts and a skimpy top will get you taken to the woodshed where I come from. Lucky for you I’m up for teaching you a lesson by delivering the worst whipping you’ve ever had.” His gravely voice vibrated with a crazy warble.   Just her luck, he was a total whacko.

“Listen, I don’t know what you want…”

He cut her off. “What I want is to teach you a lesson about what I think about loose women. First I’ll whip you good and hard until you’re plenty sorry and wailing for me to stop. Then I’m going to fuck that wet little pussy of yours whilst I wallop those tits you’ve been wiggling in front of me since I got here.”

Whitney’s heart rate spiked at his vulgar words. She was worried he really had a gun and if he did, how was she going to get away?   She fought the urge to weep, knowing she needed to remain strong to be able to get away from whack-job.   If only she could get in her car and drive to safety, but she was truly stuck at his mercy for the moment.

“Now, leave your stuff where it is and turn to walk towards my rig. I’m taking you for a wild ride.”

When he tried to pull her around, Whitney elbowed him hard and broke away, planning on running down the highway until the next vehicle came along. She knew if she got far enough from him, he would never be able to catch her with his weight.

Unfortunately, before she could get away, she felt a prick in her arm and looked just in time to watch him pressing the plunger of a hypodermic needle into her arm. She felt weary almost immediately and within seconds, warmth slid through her body, making her wobbly on her legs.   Whacko caught her, as she grew weak, easing her to the gravel and leaning her up against her Wrangler while he took off to bring his rig back to pick her up.

Her limbs were not cooperating. She wanted to run… but she sat there wishing she were anywhere else. The last thing she remembered before losing consciousness was watching Whacko open the passenger door to his rig right in front of her and watching him press another naked and bound frantic looking woman over to make room for Whitney.


Wyatt and his brother Wade were on patrol of the perimeter of their pack’s wide spread of land in a relatively deserted area of western Wyoming.  They normally left the patrols up to the beta’s that specialized in security for their community, but recent violent attacks on women in the neighboring counties had everyone on high alert.

The brothers also had a weakness for wanting to ride their favorite horses from the pack’s vast herd.   Sure, it would have been easier to just change and run free, but sometimes Wyatt preferred to enjoy the scenery from the higher vantage point on the back of his horse, Wicked.

Several miles into their ride, they each caught their first whiff of trouble. “Whoa!” Wyatt pulled Wicked to a quick stop at the top of a ridge, and Wade pulled along side a minute later.

“What’s up? Something got you worried?” Wade scanned the wooded scenery below as he questioned his older brother.

“Yeah, take a deep whiff.   You smell what I smell?” Wyatt’s alarm bells were going off.  As werewolves, the brother’s sense of smell was over one hundred times that of a human’s.

Wade confirmed his worst suspicion, “Human blood… and fear.”

They scanned the vast wilderness below them, using their ultra sensitive senses of sight, hearing and smell to try to hone in on the location of trouble.

“There – just to the west of Walton Creek.” Wyatt caught movement in an old abandoned area of what used to be a camping park before the Walker Pack had bought up the land and closed it down. “We should have burned down those abandoned cabins because it looks like someone’s trying to put them to use.”

Wade answered. “Who the hell would be able to get there? We have the road blocked off way down by the highway.”

“Apparently someone who knew they were there before and decided they weren’t happy with us closing them down. Let’s head down there and see what they’re up to.”

It only took the brothers fifteen minutes to wind down from the high ridge to the abandoned cluster of cabins deep in the woods. They tied their horses to a tree, deciding to make the final few hundred feet on foot so they would have the element of surprise. The closer they got to the camp, the worse Wyatt felt about what they were about to find. A veritable wave of dreadful smells filled the air, wafting towards the brothers and putting them on high alert.

The heart-wrenching scream of a woman in great pain swept through the woods. They were still too far away to view the scene, but the crack of a whip could be heard just before the next shriek was heard. The men moved into high gear, weaving between dense trees and through small streams of water until they reached the outskirts of the overgrown camping ground.

Wyatt took the lead as he snuck around the far wooden cabin to peer out into the center opening. Fury nearly blinded him at the sight of two naked women who were strung up high by old pillars turned into whipping posts. A grotesque excuse for a human being stood with his back to the men, preparing to wield the whip again. Welts could be seen on the bare backs and legs of both young women who were weeping uncontrollably as their captor prepared to strike again.

Wyatt and Wade moved into action immediately without consulting. The Walker brothers would not tolerate the abuse of innocent young women by anyone, let alone a whip-wielding whacko.  Clothing ripped from their bodies as they changed into their powerful wolf forms.   They were already running at full speed when they hit the clearing where the women hung in pain.

Wyatt lunged for the shoulders of the despicable man who held the whip while Wade bit his beefy calf, and together, the brothers had him wrestled to the ground effortlessly.   The coward, who had no trouble causing pain, whimpered like a coward when faced with his own wounds.

Wyatt went for his jugular, biting down hard enough to draw blood, but holding back enough to keep from outright killing the bastard. He wanted to be able to question him, suspecting he was behind several other recent abductions in the area.

Once they had him contained, Wyatt changed back to his human form, not wanting to frighten the women. Only when he stood naked did he notice the waif on the right was watching him intently through her tears.   Their eyes locked and he was happily surprised to see relief shining back at him. A whiff of vanilla and honey wafted through the air, wrenching him to attention.

“Hold him down, Wade, while I tend to the captives.”

As Wyatt approached the abused women, he was barraged by the scent of the woman who had not stopped staring at him.   He had heard tales of what it felt like to find one’s mate, but having lived for over a century without feeling anything close to the wild attraction others described, he had become skeptical that it would ever happen to him.

Yet, by the time he was next to her, he knew without a shadow of a doubt, the weeping woman in front of him was his life’s mate. He had to push down the unadulterated fury he felt that she had been mistreated because he didn’t want to frighten her more than she already was.

“We’re not going to hurt you. I’m going to work on cutting you down, okay?” He felt her pounding pulse and wanted to put her at ease that she was safe.

He moved without hesitation, using his non-human strength to tear the restraints from the post. He moved quickly to scoop her weakened body into his arms before she slid to the ground, yet she yelped in pain as his arms brushed the welts covering the back of her body.

She winced as he apologized with a calming whisper against her ear. “I’m sorry if I’m hurting you, but I need to get you free of the ropes and then we’ll get you out of here.”

The woman in his arms whimpered as he worked on releasing the knots around her wrists and ankles, yet he sensed that her fear was waning which made him happy.   Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a naked Wade taking care of the other woman in the same way.

Only when she was finally free of the last of the ropes, did Wyatt take the time to truly look into the eyes of his mate. Her watery blue eyes captured his heart as she snuggled in closer, seeking his warmth from the cool evening wind.

He wanted to know her name. “I’m Wyatt Walker.”

She finally spoke with a whisper. “I’m Whitney Watson. I can’t thank you enough for wrestling him down and saving me. When he took us deep in the woods, I though we were goners.”

“You’re safe now, Whitney. My brother Wade and I won’t let anything bad happen to you and your friend ever again.”

A wry smile played at her lips that intrigued Wyatt. “What?” he questioned.

“It’s just that I always thought we were supposed to be afraid of the big bad wolf, but it looks like they got the fairytale wrong.”

Wyatt was strangely relieved. “You saw me change from my wolf form and yet you aren’t afraid of me? Why is that?”

A wanton smile filled her tear-streaked face. “Because I guess I like what I see.” He noticed her wriggling in his lap against his growing erection. She tacked on mischievously, “and I like what I feel.”

Wyatt grinned with a playful wink, “All the better to make whoopee with, my dear. Shall we?”


Surprise!  Today is a ‘two-fer’ day – X isn’t big enough to get it’s own day on the blog, but I did write a few sentences to fulfill my X post.

X is for Xmas X-rays

Xavier and Xenia were late getting to his parents for Xmas dinner. After spanking her ass so hard with a wooden paddle, Xenia had complained he’d broken her butt.  Xavier kindly detoured past the hospital for X-rated X-rays on his naughty wife’s bottom.


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V=The Victorian Virgin #SpankA2Z #NSFW

Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge.  My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day in every sentence. I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even sci-fi.  Today is a Victorian historical.

This story gave me a few problems and so I’m sorry for those who have been waiting for it to post.   I hope you are happy with the way it turned out in the end.  It is one of the longest stories I’ve written this month.

A huge shout out of thanks to Christine Hart who drew the short straw on editing today. I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month. I love what a close knit community we have.

V is for The Victorian Virgin

London, 1862

Valerie Stanford waited nervously on the small veranda outside her brand new master suite. It was an unexpected treat to have access to a veritable garden in the middle of the bustling city. She’d expected such amenities when she accompanied her new husband to his grand country mansion, Vernon Estates, but not here.

Valerie was on the verge of tears as she waited for Lord Vernon, the Viscount of Sussex, to join her in their marital bed. If only she felt more prepared, perhaps she wouldn’t feel so vulnerable. No one had warned her what to expect from her stern husband on their wedding night other than her mother’s cryptic advice of, “Just let Lord Vernon do as he will until he spends and then it will be over.”

Not very helpful.

The vibration of the heavy door closing startled her back to the present. When her husband’s valet appeared in doorway to the veranda, Valerie blushed. She was not accustomed to having men visiting her private chamber, but then again she was going to have to get used to the change.

“Lady Vernon, the viscount has asked me to relay the message that he will be up shortly and would like you to change into the velour nightdress he had made for you. I took the liberty of laying it out for you and I’ll send in Virginia to assist you.”

Valerie started at the use of her new name. The valet moved around the room, preparing it per his master’s instructions before quietly leaving her alone to await her new lady’s maid.   The knock came a few minutes later and an older woman whom she assumed was Virginia sailed in.

“Good evening, my lady. Me name is Virginia and his lordship has requested I assist you this evening.” She didn’t even wait for a response before she approached Val and began removing her formal wedding clothes. “You look quite the vision for your new groom, but we must hurry. His lordship is easily vexed if instructions are not carried out to his specifications.”

Val took the opportunity to vocalize her concerns to a woman who presumably knew the man she had married much better than she.   “How long have your worked for Lord Vernon?”

Her dress was being pulled overhead as the maid’s vibrant answer came. “I’ve been working for Lord Vernon since he was but a wee one.   I used to care for Vernon Estates until my sister fell sick and her family needed my help. His lordship was kind enough to allow me to venture back to London and care for his townhouse so I could be near family.”

News of her husband’s kindness from someone who knew him well helped vanquish some of her fears.   Rumors of Lord Vernon’s vulgar and vile vices were abundant on the London circuit. In recent years he had been linked to various salacious stories involving several widows.

Valerie’s parents had been vague when she demanded answers as to why they had promised their only daughter’s hand in marriage to a verified bachelor, twelve years her senior.   He was a handsome rake who, for all intents and purposes, she had never met until that afternoon when the vicar had led them through their marriage vows.

Time passed slowly after Virginia left her alone to await her husband. She spent the time inspecting the masculine room, trying to gain vital insight into the viscount.   A sudden urge to vomit washed over her when she discovered a stash of rattan canes, leather straps and a tongued tawse.

“I see you’ve discovered the various punishment devices I like to keep on hand.”

His low voice commanded the space, sending a visible tremble through Valerie’s body causing her to knock the canister of canes to the floor with a volatile crash.   She rushed to the floor to gather up the variety of canes, getting nervous she had angered him.

Once collected, she prepared to stand when the viscount stepped close, wrapping his fingers through her long, loose hair and tilting her head back to peer up at him from her knees.   The vivid passion in his eyes surprised her.

“You’re such a vision, Valerie.   I’ve waited for this night for some time and when I saw the vultures swarming around you at the Van Dyke’s ball last month, I knew I’d waited long enough and that it was time for me to claim your virginity.”

She blushed as she attempted to stand only to be held tighter like a vise by her husband. “I had no idea you had even noticed me, Lord Vernon. Why did you not visit me to make my acquaintance and court me, as is the custom? Perhaps you will not enjoy my company and yet now it is too late as we’ve spoken our vows.”

His deep chuckle had her heart vibrating in her chest for some unknown reason. Her nervous tummy tumbled at his broad smile as he inspected her from his higher vantage point.

“I’ve done my homework, Valerie, and I know you are the exact woman I wanted to take as my wife.”

“But how could you possibly know that, Lord Vernon?”

“It’s time you called me William, at least when we are in our suite and I’m about to vanquish your virginity.”

The flutter in her tummy migrated lower, gripping her private parts as a strange new urge to reach out and touch him visualized. She had to shake her head to clear the strange thoughts of the visage of her on her knees before her new husband manifested.

She didn’t trust herself to speak as she knelt vulnerably before the powerful viscount. Their eyes locked as he continued to vocalize his reasons for seeking her hand in marriage.

“You may not know me, dear Valerie, but I assure you, I know you.   It was your pale complexion that caught my attention first as I could visualize how easily you would mark under my disciplinary hand.”   His grin slid to vulgar as he continued naming her attributes he admired. “Then I noticed your voluminous ass and hourglass figure. I could never be content with a wife who had a small canvas for my voracious appetite for sport.”

His verbalization was confusing, but the fire in his eyes alarmed her as he continued. “You look lovely in the velour. The vibrant color enhances your creamy tone. I had planned to take things slow this first night to allow you time to join in the marital act voluntarily, but perhaps it would be more kind to begin your marriage lessons straight away in order to avoid any vexing misunderstandings.”

“Sir, I hardly think you should address me with such vulgarity.”

William tilted his head back and chuckled. “My dear, I haven’t begun to be vulgar yet – let me demonstrate.”

Valerie barely knew what was happening as she was pulled to her slippered feet and then dragged by the hand to the large four-poster bed she had been avoiding. Without delay, her husband sat on the high mattress, hauling her across his lap until she was displayed vulnerably with her ass high and her head and feet hanging low, unable to touch anything. She flailed, but to no avail as the viscount was too strong.

A rush of cool air hit her bottom as the velour gown was carelessly thrown over her back, exposing her private drawers to a man she barely knew. That didn’t stop him from sliding his hand across her barely veiled arse until he reached the waist and pulled them down to expose her to him completely.

“Tonight is just a taste, Valerie. You’ve done nothing villainous so this will be a good-girl spanking to enhance your pleasure. Your father warned me of your temper, however, and so I’m certain to use one of the canes or leather straps you were just inspecting to deliver a hard, naughty-girl spanking when you’ve vexed me.”

Her face had to be flaming red at his words, yet the warmth between Valerie’s legs continued to grow as the first vigorous smack of his hand to her rear landed. The warmth it left in its wake spread across her lower cheek until a second spank struck her voluminous other cheek. Back and forth her husband went, painting her arse the same vibrant red as her embarrassed face.   Things got worse when she could no longer stop the tears from flowing and was on the verge of sobbing.

The spanking didn’t last long, but it made a lasting impression on the virginal bride about how her marriage was going to change her life. Things were moving quickly as the viscount helped her to her feet just long enough to divest her of the nightdress.   He left her standing before him naked and vulnerable while he began to remove his vest and tie, followed by his linen shirt to expose his virile, muscular chest.

“Your titties are perfect, Valerie. Just large enough to fill my hands as I pinch the very tips.” The feel of his hands on her breasts vaulted her heart rate higher, and he leaned forward to capture the tip in his mouth, sucking until she squealed with delight. Her hands moved of their own volition to weave through William’s thick hair, holding him close to her wildly beating heart.

After several long minutes of vigorous groping, her husband stood in order to remove his pants. Val felt light headed. On the one hand, she wanted to run from the room, feeling unprepared to proceed with such vulgar activities. Yet she remained completely transfixed, unable to verbalize her fears as she watched her husband’s breaches fall to the floor.

She felt the vapors coming on at her first sight of his mammoth shaft jutting proudly from his body.   Valerie silently cursed her mother for not properly preparing her for the traumatic events endured by a new bride.   She looked away from the vision, but William cupped her face to ensure she could not look away.

“Give me your hand, Valerie. I want you to feel my cock because it is this hard part of my body that you will soon be squeezing like a vice with your tight little pussy.”

His coarse words heated her from the inside, as his virile appendage was thrust into her small palm. She found it a curious contradiction of soft velvet over a rock hard core. Her pulse quickened when her husband growled of his own volition when she innocently stroked the phallus he had called his cock.

Until that moment, she had felt powerless before the virile man she had married.   A foreign sense of power coursed through her as she watched the effect the vise-like grip she held on his manhood had on William.

Valerie’s power only lasted until he scooped her naked body into his arms and carried her back to the bed, laying her vulnerably in the center, and stepping back to simply view her laid out naked before him. He crawled on the bed, making quick work of kneeling to face her while prying her legs wide to take in the vision of his new bride’s body.

“I am a very lucky man.” His words were spoken with reverence as he lunged forward to swipe his tongue across her exposed vulva.   Her body vibrated with an involuntary tremble she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. A foreign mix of embarrassment and excitement consumed Val, and vaulted her into a deep sense of submission.

A new urgency she’d never felt before began to build as William held her open for his viewing and tasting pleasure.   When their eyes connected as he leaned up, it looked as if he were on the verge of losing control. His eyes were dark, sending a thrill through Val.   She looked lower to watch him palming his veined thickness, only inches away from her wet folds.

Her apprehension vanished when he moved to blanket her with his muscular body, leaving her feeling a vague sense of being exactly where she belonged.

A volt of surprise washed over her as he pressed the top of his cock against the wetness between her legs. “I’m going to take you now, Valerie. You will no longer be a virgin after I press my cock into your cunny.”

She felt vulnerable whispering, “Will it hurt?”

“It will, but I vow the pain will only last for a few seconds and only this first time.   I plan on fucking you every single day of our marriage, my dear Valerie, and I vow you are going to enjoy it very much.”

She wasn’t sure why his vigorous words pleased her, but they did.   Time stood still as William held, almost as if he were making the valuable moment last.

Valerie cried out when he pressed forward in one vigorous thrust. She felt her virginal wall tear, allowing her husband to plunge fully into her quim. To his credit, once impaled, the viscount held still, allowing her body to stretch and grow accustomed to his girth. He viewed her from above, enjoying her tears as he finally began to move inside her.

The pain slipped away, replaced with a vibrant excitement that started deep in her core and quickly spread to consume her in an overwhelming urgency as if she were about to explode.

“Open your eyes, Valerie. I want us both to visualize this moment again and again as the moment you were no longer a virginal innocent, but my full-fledged wife.”   His voiced words threw her over a virtual cliff, which found her falling into a violent explosion like she had never felt before.

She cried out his name as her pussy squeezed him in a vice-grip, tipping William into his own pleasurable climax. She felt his heat spread throughout her body as his seed bathed her internally with an unexpected velocity.

It took several moments for the newly wedded couple to return to reality, and when they did, William rolled to his back, pulling Val to lie atop him, as he remained buried inside her.

“So, is that what you expected to happen when you handed your virtue over your new husband?”

She thought of the best reply for several vague seconds before admitting, “I honestly didn’t know what to expect, my lord, other than that you would spend, whatever that meant.” She had trouble vocalizing what she truly wanted to say. He waited anxiously until she verbalized her deepest desire. “I vote we do that not once, but twice per day. You were so… vigorous.”

He grinned a rather vivacious smile. “Oh, my little vixen, that can be arranged.”


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U=The Perils of an Unconventional Wife #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge.  My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day. I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even sci-fi.

A huge shout out of thanks to Sophie Kisker who drew the short straw on editing today. I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month. I love what a close knit community we have.

U is for The Perils of an Unconventional Wife

Ursula waited anxiously to exit the city bus.  She was surrounded by uptight working men making their way home to their obedient little wives who probably already had dinner ready and on the table.  Not for the first time, she cursed the luck of living in a society where husbands weren’t happy unless their women were waiting at the door with their slippers and the newspaper, ready to serve the master of the home in any way he required.

She didn’t miss the usual dirty stares as they watched the attractive young woman exiting the bus.   Had she merely been in her pencil skirt, high heels, and flowered blouse, they might have ogled her unquestioningly.  That she wore a wedding band branded her an unconventional wife of the 1950’s.  Working wives were close to unheard of in their small southern town of Uttera.

Ursula was filled with unease as she checked the time on the dainty watch her uncle had given her for her high school graduation three years before.   She may be married to a slightly more progressive university professor, but even Robert had his limits of what he would overlook.   The fact that his Uncle John was unhappy with the liberties his nephew gave his young bride had been wrecking havoc on Ursula’s new marriage union.

The walk to their comfortable home just north of uptown took longer than she wanted.  She’d planned to arrive home before her husband to tend to the breakfast mess she’d left behind in order to rush out to work a double shift at the unmentionables counter at Macy’s department store.  It wasn’t her dream job of teaching, but she had begged to keep working for a while, knowing she’d be unable to work outside the home once children came.

His car was already in the driveway under the carport when she rounded the corner, making her worried about how much trouble she might be in.

Ursula painted on an upbeat smile and entered through the back door, hoping to slip into the messy kitchen unseen.  She was greeted with the unabashed anger of her waiting husband.  The uncharacteristic fire shining from his eyes alarmed her.

“Where the hell have you been, Ursula?  I got home an hour ago, expecting to spend time with my wife, but instead, I was greeted by a kitchen turned upside down with dirty breakfast dishes and a bedroom with an unmade bed!  This is unacceptable behavior!”

Her loving husband had never unleashed his anger on her even once in the three months they’d been married.  She’d been so happy that he’d been accepting of her working, but she suddenly felt her freedom unraveling.   “Robert, you don’t understand.  I got called in to work early today to cover for Mrs. Umbridge who was feeling under the weather.  I expected to be home in time to complete my usual chores and fix dinner.”

“Unbelievable – You were gone all day?”

“Yes, but like I said, I’ll work on my usual chores…”

He cut her off, “Uncle John was right. He told me I was being too understanding – that you’d put the work outside the home before your responsibilities to your husband.”

“Now you’re talking utter nonsense. I’m a few minutes late one day and you turn into this unreasonable kind of husband.”

Robert’s face was turning an ugly red color he was so upset. “How easily you forget, Ursula. You’ve been late at least once a week since you took the job uptown. More importantly, you made promises to me and those promises are going unkept.   Well, you may be unwilling to keep your promises to me, but I certainly am going to keep mine to you.   Do you recall the consequences you agreed to before we were united in marriage?”

The stern tone of his voice was unlike anything he had ever used with Ursula before. A strange mix of unexpected fear and excitement washed over her as she stood wilting before her husband.

When she was unable to speak, he prodded her again, “Well, young lady, you’ve finally pushed me so far that I’m unable to shirk my husbandly duties until you understand exactly how upset I am with your lack of dedication to our marriage.”

That sounded unusually ominous. “Robert, I understand you’re upset and I apologize, but please, don’t overreact.” She moved across the kitchen as if she would be starting dinner, but he approached from behind, trapping her body between the counter and his unforgiving muscular chest.

The undertone of his deep voice as he took her in hand for the first time had Ursula grateful his body pressing her was keeping her on her feet.

“You’ve earned yourself your first punishment, Ursula, and I want to get it done and over with so it will be unquestionably clear to you what I expect from you, my dear.   Now… go upstairs to our bedroom… get completely undressed… naked… and stand in the corner waiting for me to cool down before coming up to deliver your punishment.”

She shook from the utter fear his words inspired.  “Honey, I can see you’re undoubtedly upset, but I promise…”

He cut in, leaving her sentence unfinished. “I’m unaffected by your promises, Ursula. Until your actions match your words, we’re going to do things my way. You have unwittingly pushed me too far and now I plan to show you I am a man of my word. Upstairs – now!”

He stepped away, freeing her to turn and run upstairs as fast as her wobbly legs could carry her.   Unshed tears clouded her vision as she made her way to their bedroom. Once there, she slammed the door, and unleashed her tears in full force, throwing herself down on the messed up bed, a reminder of why her husband was so unhappy.

She cried out her upset anger until she had no tears left. The only thing remaining was the unbearable guilt of angering her usually even keeled husband. She was just about to stand and undress when Robert entered, his eyes looking at her in unbelief as he realized she had not obeyed.

She scrambled to the corner, pulling her blouse up and over her shoulders before unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor.

“I’m adding on to your punishment for underestimating just how serious I was with my directions, wife.   Pull those undies down and leave them at your knees. Open your legs to keep your underwear from falling to your ankles. Chest out, arms up with your hands locked behind your neck. I’m going to sit here and watch your uncovered bottom waiting to be spanked.”

She scrambled to do as he asked, ultimately hoping if she obeyed, he would calm down and let her off with a warning.   Ten unending minutes later, her arms ached, her pussy pulsed and her unhappy husband was calling her to him.

Ursula waddled from the corner to stand near her husband as he sat on the end of the bed, her heavy, square, wooden hairbrush in his right hand. Their eyes locked and she knew better than to try to usurp his power. He had made up his mind. His anger was about to be unleashed on her bottom.

She didn’t speak… there was no use in trying to talk him out of it. She fought down the urge to run from the room, instead draping herself across his lap, placing her head towards the floor, tipping herself upside down while letting her legs hang down on his right side. He wasted no time in making sure her legs would remain unmovable by wrapping his right leg around hers.

He started immediately, laying his palm hard against her upturned ass. The punishment hurt from the first strike, urging her to struggle to be free.   It only got worse when he picked up the unforgivingly hard paddle hairbrush and started to paint her bottom red until it was covered with splotchy, rosy patches.

“Uh-no!   Please, I’m sorry you’re so upset, but I can’t take any more.”

“You can and you will take an untold number of strokes until I’m convinced you are paying attention. Let’s review, shall we Ursula? I expect you to work no more than fifteen hours per week at the unmentionables counter. You need to leave plenty of time for the upkeep of our home and for ensuring you’re here long before I come home so you’re well rested and have dinner on the table or we will be meeting upstairs exactly like this each and every night until you understand.”

Ursula could barely concentrate on his ultimatum with the unspeakable pain radiating from her upturned bottom. Her unhappy husband was lighting into her ass unlike anything she thought was ever a remote possibility. Her brain told her to fight her fate, but the cream seeping from her uncovered pussy as Robert upheld his promise by lighting into her sit spots until she screamed for his mercy.

“Ouchy – please… I urge you to stop…”

She was sure her bottom globes must have ugly bruised splotches of fire by the time her unflappable husband set the brush down on the bed.   Robert helped her upright before pulling her to sit in his lap. She uttered a groan of pain when her punished skin rubbed his wool slacks, yet she snuggled into his arms, feeling unusually close to her husband.   The swell of his manly cock under her hot bottom urged her to move in for a kiss.

Next thing Ursula knew, she was on her back on the bed with Robert above her, unzipping his fly and pulling out his hard, uncut cock.   Their eyes locked as he thrust into her cunny, impaling himself balls deep and then setting an unbelievably fast pace, dominating her body as he rode her in a way that was unlike anything they had ever shared together.   Ursula and Robert were in uncharted territory for their young marriage, but she prayed this became their usual form of lovemaking.

Only when they had each reached their ultimate orgasms did her husband remove himself, pulling her into his arms and rolling until she lay comfortably under his arm.

She was about to doze off with a nap, when Robert reminded her, “I don’t mind being married to an unconventional woman who works outside of the home, Ursula. I’m only going to urge you to keep your promises of not working too much and always putting the upkeep of our home and marriage first. Understand?”

“Yes, sir – I don’t think that’s too unreasonable.”

“I hope not, or you better get used to our new usual activity when I come home.”

As Ursula drifted off to sleep, she wondered what reason she could come up with for being late again tomorrow.


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T=Tangled Triangle #SpankA2Z #NSFW


Welcome back to the Spanking A to Z Blog challenge.  If you are visiting me for the first time, you have some reading to do!  My challenge this month is to write an erotic short story for each letter of the alphabet where the trick is to include one word that starts with the letter of the day.   I’ve had so much fun playing with sub-genres that I have never written in before like historical, cowboys, femdom/revenge and even  sci-fi.

Today is another first for me.  My first menage – M/f/M

A huge shout out of thanks to Christine Hart who drew the short straw on editing today.  I must say that I have the best author friends ever as so many in my close circle have helped me this month.  I love what a close knit community we have.

T is for Tangled Triangle

Trina was miserable. She’d been looking forward to tonight’s Halloween bash at the Texas Tavern for weeks. It was the best costume party in all of Turner, population twenty-five thousand.   Not exactly a booming metropolis, which was normally just how she treasured it.   Recently, things were getting a bit too tight in town to suit her.

Trent returned to her side with her favorite drink, a gin and tonic. She’d have to sip this drink since her new husband didn’t think it was ladylike for her to drink too much alcohol.   If she were lucky, she’d get two drinks, but never three.   Traditionally, that suited her fine, but tonight she suspected she wouldn’t let go of her guilt until she’d hit at least three and felt tipsy.

“Okay, baby, tell me what’s wrong.”   Trent read her as if she were a tarot card.

“It’s nothing life threatening. Work was terrible today is all.”

At least that part was true. She didn’t add on that her old boyfriend, Toby, had strolled into the tanning salon she owned, tattoos and all.   Or that he had taken her in hand, exactly as he had for the two years they dated before he’d taken off for Tampa to open a tattoo parlor with his Uncle Tim.

She’d tried to talk Toby into leaving the minute he arrived, but he’d insisted on talking about how Trent was treating her. He’d bared his heart, telling her he’d made a terrible mistake leaving town. She’d done well telling him off, right up until he touched her, pulling her tightly into his muscular arms for a tongue-filled kiss that had left her thoroughly confused.

She knew before today that she loved two men. It only became a problem when the one who had deserted her returned to try to tempt her into an affair. She’d held tight today, refusing to tolerate Toby’s too-late apology and showing him to the door. The fact that she had trembled for twenty minutes after he left told her how much trouble she was in if Toby chose to stay in Turner.

Trent and Toby had never been friends, but since they had all been in the same class in high school, the men had thrown a few punches as they had each pursued the hottest girl in the class, Trina.

Trent had been the star track and field athlete with terrific grades.  Toby had been the tattooed bad boy who oozed sex appeal.   Trent was gentle and loving to a fault while Toby loved it rough and tumble.  She often wished she could have the two men she loved twisted into one perfect man, but then Toby had left town, clearing the way for Trent to win her hand in marriage. And they were happy – for the most part.

Trina downed her drink and took her husband’s hand nervously. The chances of Toby walking into the tavern tonight were high so the sooner she could convince Trent she was tired and it was time to leave, the better she’d be.

“I know I told you I wanted to come tonight, but I don’t feel well.   Can we go home so I can take a hot bath and call it a night?”

Trent took her hand, “If you’re sure, but I still think you’re hiding something from me.   You know you’ll feel better if you just tell me what it is.”

He was touching a little close to home. “I told you, I’m just tired.”

Trina heaved a sigh of relief when they were safely in Trent’s truck, headed across town to their townhome.   With Toby in town, she knew it would only be a matter of time before her husband put two and two together, but she’d have to deal with that tomorrow.   She had made it through tonight and that was all that mattered.

Trent parked in the garage and they entered through their dark kitchen. Trina didn’t stop to flip on any lights as she headed straight to the bedroom with her husband on her heels. The second she turned on the bedroom lights, she knew her life would never be the same.

Trina stopped dead in the center of the doorway, her heart thumping in her chest as her husband wrapped his arms around her waist to tug her back taut against his chest.   The threatening whisper in her ear had her trembling.

“What’s the matter, Trina? Don’t you like the treat I have waiting for you?”

The treat he spoke of was a bare-chested Toby, lounging in their marital bed as if he’d been invited there. The shit-eating grin on Toby’s face tugged at her heart just as his thick leather belt laying across the end of the bed triggered a full flip-flop of her sexual core as memories of how he’d tan her bottom just before thrusting deep took up residence in her thoughts.   She found it impossible to tear her eyes away from her dominant ex-lover.

Trent was talking in her ear again. “Toby was nice enough to stop by my work today and fill me in on his little visit to the tanning salon.   He also had a crazy proposition for me that at the time I thought was a terrible idea. But the more I’ve thought about it tonight as I’ve watched you lying to me time and again, the more I’ve decided I should take him up on his offer.”

Trina had only caught part of what he had said because her heart was thumping so loud. The tension in the room notched higher as the three occupants stood frozen in place.

It was Toby who took control as he rose gracefully to his feet to move towards her looking like a tiger on the hunt.   She tried to back away, but Trent held her tightly in his arms. Toby crushed her front, sandwiching her between the two important men in her life. Her mind was racing as she tried to make sense of what was happening. Why wasn’t Trent kicking Toby out? How did Toby get in?

The men took pity on her, deciding to fill her in on their twisted plan.

Trent held her immobile, while Toby touched her breasts intimately, tweeking the tips of her nipples.   “Your husband and I have decided that you’ve been a naughty girl, Trina. You remember what happens to naughty girls who tell lies, don’t you, baby?”  Toby was acting as if he still owned her body, roaming his hands across her tummy and down to cup her clothed pussy.

She finally found her voice. “Trent, why is he here? Why are you letting him touch me like this?”

“I’m only letting him finish what he started today at the office – you know, the torrid kiss you forgot to tell me about?”

“I can explain… truly…”

“See here’s the deal, Trina. I love you, but I also know you’ve never really gotten over losing Toby. When he came to talk today, we had a real man to man, trying to figure out what it was you saw in each of us and we think we have it figured out.”

Trina was trembling again.   She didn’t trust her voice, but managed to squeak out, “Do tell.”

It was Toby who took over answering as he started to unzip her flirty skirt while she felt Trent’s hands lifting off her tank top to uncover her taupe bra.   “When we started comparing notes, we finally put it together. I’m certain you love it when I take you in hand to thrash this tight tush of yours just before I thrust deep inside you to ride you nice and hard.   Trent here is just as convinced you love how thoughtful he is with gifts and romantic gestures like taking you out to eat or on long walks in the park.”

Trent took over the talking as he unhooked her bra, while the rest of her clothes were torn from her body by Toby. “So we decided that tonight we’d tag team you to let you know we aren’t going to tolerate you stringing us both along.   I’ve known you haven’t been totally happy and now that Toby is moving back to Turner, I’m not going to look over my shoulder all the time, wondering if he’s fucking my wife while I’m out of town.”

She tried to get a word in to tell her husband she had made a promise and she would honor it, but Toby chose that moment to clamp his mouth down on her left tit, sucking and biting her as if he owned her.   The moan that escaped from her lips had to torment her husband as he held her immobile for her lover.

Trina assumed her marriage was ending as the Trent she knew would never allow Toby to touch her like this. When her husband’s thick fingers traveled down her body to thrust deep inside her wet pussy, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. The feel of the men’s four hands and two mouths touching and teasing her intimately had her legs wobbling beneath her.

Trina was seconds away from the most explosive orgasm of her life when all touching stopped.   Toby tore her from Trent’s arms to pull her over to the tall, king-sized bed.   She was thrust forward onto her tummy as Trent sat in the middle of the bed, reaching to hold her arms tightly. A moment of panic threatened as she suspected what lay ahead.

Toby confirmed her fears by pulling her naked legs wide, tying her immobile and open across the end of the bed, her ass high in the air.   The clink of his belt buckle brought an involuntary sexual thrill she hadn’t felt since before Toby had left town. She’d pushed down her need for his tough love, but desire flared.

Trent’s terse words drew her attention back. “Look me in the eyes as he thrashes you with his thick belt.   I need to see with my own eyes that what he told me is true; that you need to have your bottom warmed regularly and your pussy ridden long and hard.”

The first lash of his belt landed across her ass, lighting her up with a fire she’d tried to douse in the years he’d been away.   Her eyes clouded over with tears as Toby lit into her bottom, but she managed to hold the intense stare with Trent as her tears tracked down her cheeks.   The fire she saw in his eyes as he watched his wife thrashed threatened to throw her into her first orgasm.   Toby laid down welts across her ass and thighs like he never had before.   He was breathing heavy with his exertion by the time she heard the leather thrown to the floor.

The men worked in unison in a way that made her wonder how much they had preplanned.   Neither tried to comfort her as she lay crying, tied and immobile. Instead, each man quietly undressed, allowing their turgid cocks to spring free.   It felt surreal to have them both together, Trent’s longer cock and Toby’s thicker cock prominently displayed next to each other as the men stared down at their captive, each with an intense, unreadable stare.

Trent called dibs. “I get her pussy – you take her throat. Later we’ll take turns thrusting into her ass in hopes of teaching her a lesson.”

She felt the release of cream between her thighs at her husband’s tormenting words. Her normally gentle man moved quickly to take up his post behind her as Toby crawled onto the bedspread, kneeling in front of her to place his hard cock against her lips.   The men coordinated, each thrusting balls deep in one push, filling Trina with men’s parts.   The torturous scream she managed around Toby’s thick meat was replaced with whimpers of joy as the men rode her to not one, but three orgasms. The smell of sex permeated the air and the slapping of skin formed a naughty rhythm as they fucked her until they each exploded, filling her with their hot cum.

In her trance-like state, Trina was vaguely aware of the four hands working to release her, placing her gently in the middle of the bed. As her heart rate evened out, returning her to reality, she realized the men had sandwiched her between them again, this time in an intimate embrace of lovers.   Toby held her from the back, spooning her against him as Trent snuggled in close to her front, holding her face in his hands.

She had so many questions about how this night had been arranged, but she was too afraid to ask them for fear she’d wake up and have the last glorious hour of her life be merely a dream.   She couldn’t help but become drowsy, snuggled into the arms of the only two men she’d ever loved. She almost missed her husband’s words.

“I guess you were right after all, Toby. She does need a man like you to thrash that naughty little bottom of hers regularly.”

“And you were right, too, Trent.   This snuggling tenderly shit seems pretty nice, too.”

“It’s settled then. I’ll help you move your crap in tomorrow morning and we’ll spend the rest of the day teaching our girl here how things are going to be around here from now on.”

Trina went to sleep dreaming of the thrills that lay ahead.


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