Saturday Spankings

Today’s spanking excerpt for Saturday Spankings is from my upcoming novel Good Manors which is available now for Pre order from Totally Bound.  Here’s the blurb:

Mallard Hall plays host to games of submission and Dominance for one unique couple, but do the secrets of the past threaten the new bonds being forged?

India Grace, a respected journalist, is assigned to the estate for a behind the scenes look at how it runs. It is the last place in the world she wants to be. Back when she was young and naïve she took a photo of old Lord Mallard, which led to her success and his downfall. She carries the guilt with her to the location and it’s constantly in the back of her mind when she meets the hall’s latest owner, Xander Patrick.

Xander’s father died when he was only thirteen, and he doesn’t hold many good memories of him. He helped his mum build Mallard Hall back up, and since her death struggles to keep it going single-handedly. The last thing he needs is a meddling journalist poking into estate business, especially when the meager profits are mysteriously disappearing.

The two try to keep their distance but find themselves drawn together in many unexpected ways. A meal leads to an investigation of secret passageways and from that India and Xander explore their attraction, using different rooms of the hall for their kinky games.

In the end India’s secret will have to come out, but will it bring the couple closer together or tear them apart?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM and voyeurism.


Here’s a little snippet from just before India’s first spanking.

“Jesus,” he cursed. “What a perfectly spankable arse.” He gently stroked over my buttocks, covering me with the whole of his hand, not just his fingertips.

A tumult of emotion raged within me—I wanted him to strike me but I was scared too. I wanted him to continue to stroke and soothe but I also didn’t want to miss out on the spanks. Talk about contradictory.

When Xander pulled his hand away from me I tensed up, expecting a strike…but it never came. I wondered what was going on. Imagined I could feel his gaze resting on my buttocks, that he was visually devouring me. I wished he would continue to physically devour me too. While I pondered what I wanted him to do to me the strike came.

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