12th November 2016 - Sunday Snog - 1 Comment

“I’ll decide When You’ve Had Enough” Tender Sunday Snog @Smut.UK #BDSM #Spanking


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Sunday is here, it’s cold and dark and I’m in need of something warming, so what’s better than a scorching hot snog, eh?

Blurb:

Victoria Blisse has collected together ten stories of bondage, dominance and pleasurable pain to celebrate ten years as a published author.

This diverse mixture of tiny, teasing tales filled with sexy doms and their dedicated submissives showcases her unique style and her favourite genre: BDSM.

Enjoy a lap dance, a naked suit fitting and a bit of floral bondage. Experience punishments with crops, canes, floggers, hands and even a spatula in locations as diverse as a locker room and at the bottom of the stairs. Discover the fun of ball gags, sherbet lemons, secret collars and tape measures. Be swept away by the lust of these alpha males and their treasured subs.

There is something for all tastes, with kinks in all flavours for you to sample. Feast on this anthology of decadent delights by the one and only Queen of Smut.

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This excerpt is from ‘Surprise Spanking’ and although the kiss seems quite innocent, the excerpt is anything but!

There seems to be some myth that a hand spanking isn’t so bad. Sure, it takes a while to work up to a level of squirming, squealing pain where other implements are more immediate. A hand spanking hurts and I soon found myself yelping. I knew I shouldn’t, what if someone heard me?

“Hush,” he commanded as I squealed especially loudly.

“Sorry, Sir,” I gasped. “It hurts.”

“It’s supposed to,” he said without a hint of sympathy in his voice but after the next slap he bent close.

“You know how to stop this, if you need to,” he whispered and lightly caressed my arse. I nodded.

“Good girl.”

Each extra strike was torture. Each one brought me ever closer to screaming out the one word I knew would stop him but I wouldn’t do it.  I wanted to make him proud.

I did beg him to stop, I cried out because I wanted pure pleasure to replace the pain, but he didn’t listen.

“I’ll decide when you’ve had enough.”

I’m sure that in reality a matter of minutes had passed but it felt like forever before he stopped.

“Now that’s a beautiful shade of red. Shame I haven’t got time to get it to a shade of purple to match your dress. I’ll have to owe you that.”

He tapped my bottom gently and I squirmed.

“Stand up, please. You took your spanking well, so you deserve a treat.”

I scrambled upright, using his shoulder to balance as I got used to having my head the right way up again.

He looked up and smiled.

“Okay, Grace?”

“Yeah,” I replied, “just readjusting my head.”

“Oh, don’t change your technique, your head is perfect.”

I blushed and lowered my gaze at his bawdy compliment.  He chuckled and stood up. My hand slipped down his arm and he grabbed my hand to steady me.

“I don’t want you falling over, sit on the bench.”

I nodded and sat, with a wince. He kept hold of my hand and bent to kiss the back of it. I blushed again at the imprint of his lips.

“Now, lie down.” He commanded.

I wrinkled my brow in confusion.

“I’m going to fuck you.” He replied with a wink.

“Oh,” I blushed yet more and scrabbled to lie down. It was somewhat of a struggle, the bench wasn’t very wide and my arse was on fire but I finally managed it. My Master knelt one leg between my thighs and lifted my leg to hook it over his hip, he repeated the action with the other and my dress slipped down my thighs to pull over my stomach and left me open to his sight. Sir had his trousers unfastened, his cock hard as it strained towards me. He braced his hands on my thighs and pulled me up towards him. I winced as his fingers dug into my sensitive flesh but as soon as he sunk inside me the wince turned to a moan of sheer delight.

“Yes, that’s it.” He growled as he fucked me, gripping me and pulling me against him. The bench rocked disturbingly beneath me and I clasped onto the edges for dear life but I didn’t want to stop him, I wanted him. He was hard and demanding, he used me for his pleasure pumping and thrusting to get himself off. I watched his face tighten, his long eyelashes flutter against the high pink of his cheeks. I watched his lips purse, then loosen rhythmically and I wished I was kissing him. .

Tender is available at Amazon now for just 99p/99c  which isn’t bad for 10, sexy short stories. :)

Now check out all the other snogs today. Authors feel free to join in with your own snog on your own blogs but please link back to this post so we can share the snogging love!

One response to ““I’ll decide When You’ve Had Enough” Tender Sunday Snog @Smut.UK #BDSM #Spanking”

  1. You really know how to write those things, delightful :-)

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