Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
When Tanner Kavanagh pulled me over, I hoped maybe I could talk my way out of getting a ticket. I ended up talking my way into a bare bottom spanking at the police station instead.
But if I thought having my backside thoroughly reddened by the man I’ve had a crush on for years was the most embarrassing thing that could possibly happen to me, I was wrong. I didn’t understand what blushing truly felt like until I shamefully climaxed right there over his knee.
That should have been the end of it. He’s old enough to be my father and he just finished punishing me like a naughty little girl. But we both know he won’t be taking me home tonight.
He’ll taking me in his arms instead… and I’ll be calling him daddy.
Author: Dinah McLeod
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 50,000 words
Excerpt
“I am going to spank you,” he stated the obvious as he peeled my underwear down inch by inch. “But first, since I think you need an extra reminder considering all the dishonesty, I’m going to put this plug in your bottom.”
I squeaked over his knee, but before I could be tempted to move he pressed a firm hand to my back. “In… in my butt?”
“Yes.” His tone was unemotional and matter-of-fact. “It’s small, but since I’m guessing you’ve never had anything, erm, back there, it’s going to be uncomfortable.”
I squirmed. “Is it… is it going to hurt?”
“It will be uncomfortable,” he said again. “And I’m afraid you’re not going to like it very much.”
Whimpering, I nodded that I understood.
“Try to be still. I have some lube here and that’s going to help slide it in.”
I felt stiff and a little bit scared as I heard the sounds of a bottle being opened. Then a squirting sound before I felt the cold feeling of lubricant at my back door. I groaned and jerked away, but of course I had nowhere to go.
He took it slow, pressing the plug into my tight channel, giving it a few moments for me to get used to the sensation, then pushing down again.
It was weird. It was an unusual sensation all in itself but knowing it was happening because I was being punished made it all the more unbearable.
“Dad-dee,” I groaned. “I don’t like it,” I whined.
“I know, baby girl. You’re not supposed to like it.” His voice was soft and soothing, but he continued driving that hilt home nonetheless. “There. All finished.” And then he patted the plug, sending an odd vibration of pressure through my body.
“Wa-wait. You’re not g-gonna—” But before I could finish speaking, his hand came down on my bottom with a barrage of spanking.
I clenched my teeth and settled in to take the spanking I had coming. These were firm, relentless spanks. I knew it was the warmup, and even though my skin had already begun to warm and sting, when he picked up the paddle I knew the real spanking was coming.
“Wait, Daddy,” I begged. “Please, don’t spank me with the plug in! Please, I’ve learned my lesson!”
“You’ve had plenty of spankings, little girl. If you still think that it’s okay to deceive me, clearly you need a more memorable lesson.”
