Take her ass, for example:
Still walking behind her, I noticed her magnificent skirt-stretching derriere was actually a little large for the rest of her skinny frame. Not fat, but well rounded and very wide-boned -- and very firm. This was not surprising, given that Hank, I knew, could never go for a woman not built to receive a thorough spanking.
It had been a long time since he had given one to me. Yes, doubtless this leather-lapped backside before me was the one that had been reddening under his masterful mitt while my own bottom had been languishing in neglect. I remembered when I used to wear pleated cheerleader skirts -- knowing how much an older woman in a pleated cheerleader skirt provoked him to madness -- and then feigned astonishment when, in some public place but at a moment when nobody was looking, he would hoist the back of it and give me a terrific smack right on the heinie. I would go cross-eyed trying to stifle my yelp of delight and pain, stand there knock-kneed rubbing my ass, while he nonchalantly pretended that absolutely nothing whatsoever had happened.
God, it had been fun. And now he was a bastard. An absolute, fucking bastard. And she, the one the bastard was fucking, she was hot; no doubt about it. I didn't know whether this should make me feel better or worse. And she had good taste, I thought, glancing about the house, no doubt about that either.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
AND WELCOME TO MY PORTION OF THE SPANK! BLOG TOUR...
My contribution to Logical Lust's latest anthology (to be released tomorrow) is called "The Trumpet of Destiny." Thought I'd just post a wee excerpt here:
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Great Excerpt!
Thank you!
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