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A Firm-Handed Man by Constance Masters

After a night out with friends, twenty-five-year-old Mikala Black makes an extremely foolish decision that puts her in danger and ultimately results in her being left stranded by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. When her plight is finally noticed by the driver of a passing car, her rescuer turns out to be Andrew Weatherly, an old high school classmate.

Andrew is no longer the boy she remembers as her chemistry lab partner, however. He is a tall, handsome, confident man now, and it sets Mikala’s heart racing when he scolds her for her reckless behavior. Despite her best efforts to respond to his lecture with nothing but indignation, Andrew’s declaration that she is in need of a long, hard spanking leaves her intensely aroused.

Mikala has dreamed for years of finding a man who will not be afraid to take her in hand, and she cannot help wondering if Andrew would follow through on his threat. She soon learns the hard way that he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she pushes him too far with her defiant attitude.

Over the coming weeks, a romance blossoms between them, and though Mikala often finds herself with a bright-red, sore bottom, being kept in line by a firm-handed man is everything she hoped it would be. But when the demands of Andrew’s job put a strain on their relationship, will Mikala’s over-the-top reaction end up tearing apart everything they’ve built together?

Publisher’s Note: A Firm-Handed Man includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Constance Masters

eBook Price: $4.95

Length: 53,000 Words

Excerpt

“Bring me your hairbrush.”

“Why’s that? Is my hair a mess? Sorry, I’ll fix it.” She threw her head back and gave her thick mane of brown hair a shake. Mikki sidled over to the dresser and picked up the brush, holding it up as a kind of trophy before pulling it through her long dark hair.

“Bring. Me. The. Brush. Now.”

“I will, after I finish brushing my hair.” She gave him the sweetest smile but it was too late, he was across the room in two giant strides. His hand clamped onto her wrist. “Ow!” she whined. “I’m sorry, I was joking.”

“I wasn’t. Let’s see how hilarious you find this brush now.” He sat on the edge of the bed and toppled her across his knee.

There were no gentle caresses or light pats to get her in a sexy mood. There was no ambiance. The brush clapped down on her naked rear and what followed it was an explosion of pain. “Ahh,” she screeched.

“I don’t hear you laughing, miss. No sense of humor?”

“Stop, Drew, stop!” Her hand shot back in an attempt to cover her cheeks, but it was quickly caught by a much larger hand.

The brush came down hard, sending a loud clap through the room.

“You can’t do this! You’re hurting me.” Her voice was starting to break and she held her breath to try to stop herself from crying. There’s no way she was going to give this man the satisfaction of knowing that he had gotten to her.

“I’ll stop when you have been properly punished. Your attitude today has been more like that of a bratty teen than a grownup lady. You deserve every swat.”

Again the brush connected with her poor aching rear in a flurry of solid smacks. Oh, Lord, but it hurt. There was no break, no time to adjust, just one clap after another of that wretched wooden hairbrush. She couldn’t take it. She would have to ask for mercy. “Please, Drew, stop!”

“Are you going to be reasonable?” he asked, his rhythm not breaking for a second.

“Yes, yes, I’ll listen.”

“Good,” Drew said. He stopped spanking immediately and helped Mikki to her feet. “Tell me what you learned here.”

“You’re right, not every spanking feels good.” She sniffled.

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