The Kiss of Master’s Crop – Something Brave Sunday Snog #BDSM #Erotica @Totally_Bound


Something Brave is my latest novella and I love it! So any excuse to share a snippet.


Blushing, shy Felicity does something incredibly brave and submits to a man she only knows as Sir, but will his demands push her beyond her limits?

Felicity attends the local burlesque fair just to sell her Quietly Cute jewelry. A handsome stranger offers to spank her, and she surprises herself by submitting. Sir makes her choose the implement he will use to take her spanking virginity—and uses it to great effect.

She finds herself becoming the sexy, self-made billionaire’s sub who is punished with bondage, forced into exhibitionism, hot wax and other delicious tortures. Felicity submits willingly, getting braver with every interaction. But when Samuel offers her the means to establish her business and pulls her out of the poverty she lives in, she snaps, seeing it as an insult to her pride and possibly even a payment for her sexual services.

Can Samuel convince her otherwise, or will she walk out of his life forever?

General Release Date: 17th November 2015


I’m using a bit of artistic license today as the only kiss mentioned is the kiss of the crop against flesh…but it’s okay, I’m an author, I’m allowed too! ;)

He made a few swings, the noise buzzing in the air, but the implement didn’t impact on her arse, no matter how much she cringed. Felicity relaxed and that was her mistake. He must have been watching her body language because that was when the first blow shook her right buttock.

The soreness from his hand spanks had been rounded, spread across a palm length and width. In contrast, the crop exploded a square of intense pain in just one small spot. The worst thing was that she knew he hadn’t hit her very hard that time, and even when he lifted the instrument off her skin, it stung as intensely as when it had landed.

The sting melted into burning pleasure but then he let another slap land close to the initial impact spot. She yelped, the sound grounding into a gurgle as the shocking pain zapped directly through to her clit. The next few impacts were light slaps, as if he was drumming the crop on her as he might drum his fingers on the desk when he was thinking.

If he was thinking, she was scared. What was he going to do next?

The crop came down on the other buttock to even up the two sides, she presumed. She was amazed by the variation in pain radiating from her bottom. Some was mellow, some burning, some stinging, some throbbing. Her whole bottom was a patchwork of delightful pain.

“Are you okay, Felicity?” he asked.

She whimpered, the sting equal in both buttocks once more. “I’m okay, Sir,” she replied in a pant.

“Can you take more?”

The question hung in the air. She really didn’t know, but a tiny spark somewhere deep inside made her want to try.

“I think so, Sir.”

“Harder too?” The tone intimated the question.

“Yes, Sir.” She gasped. It would push her boundaries—she knew it would—but she wanted to find out how far she could go.

It was definitely the waiting that she hated the most. She strained all her senses to hear or feel some movement that would indicate the next blow was imminent, but he was still, the air was undisturbed, and she clung on to the desk like a life raft and waited for the blow to land.

When it came, the pain cracked through her with such quick intensity that she scrabbled her toes into the carpet and screamed into the desk. She didn’t have time to recover, though.    She  heard  the  tell-tale  whoosh  and  her  opposite  buttock  exploded  with  the  same  level  of

incandescent pain the other had. She sobbed and panted, clenching her whole body against another strike.

“Oh, baby,” he purred, “you took that so well.” He ran his fingers over the first impact site, making her inhale sharply through her teeth. “Yes, that’s going to leave quite a mark.”

He stroked over the twin on the opposite side, and she wiggled and bounced, wanting    him to stop and never stop touching her all at the same time. She’d barely had one concrete thought today. She was constantly a jumble of fear and desire. The only time she’d been certain of anything was when she’d submitted to him. Felicity might have had reservations, but deep inside, she knew she wanted   it.

“Do you want more?”

If you want more you can pick up your copy of Something Brave and find out what comes after that kiss. I love this couple, I might just have to write a sequel you know…

Now, sit back and enjoy the other snogs today!

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