Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
Marisol Adams grew up aboard the space station which has served as humanity’s refuge since the great cataclysm, and when she is sent to join a recently established colony in the Scottish Highlands she quickly discovers that her new life will be quite different. Not only has she been given to the future clan chief as his bride, her new husband will have complete authority over her and will enforce that authority with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom as often as necessary.
Though it doesn’t take long for Marisol to find herself over the stern, handsome Scotsman’s knee for a sound spanking, she cannot help longing for his touch even after her already bright red backside is paddled until she is well past tears. Her desire for him and her love for him grow with each passing day, but can she make a place for herself among the rugged people of this land?
Authors: Amelia Smarts and Susannah Shannon
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$3.95
Length: 31,000 words
Excerpt
She was only wearing one layer of skirt. As he lifted it to expose her bare bottom, shame flooded her. It was one thing to be naked for lovemaking. It was quite another to have her bottom presented for punishment. Her thighs were parted slightly, and she wondered what he could see. Her pussy pulsed, awakened at the very thought of his gaze upon it. When he rested his heavy palm on her left cheek, she shuddered, overcome with lust for his touch. She did not want this spanking, but her traitorous body did not care.
“Are you ready?”
“You, you don’t have to do this,” she stammered. “I promise I’ll never disobey you again.”
He let go of her waist and wound his left hand through her long hair close to the base of her neck. He tugged her head back so he could look at her when he said, “Marisol, you do not make the rules. You have earned a spanking. The rest of it is up to me.”
She gave a trembling sigh. “Oh, fine, go ahead, get it over with.”
He released her hair and wrapped his arm around her waist once more. The mighty slap upon her bottom made her immediately rethink that decision. She jumped. Lennox tightened his grip and smacked her again. He spanked one cheek and then the other, moving briskly back and forth. Marisol began to rock in a desperate attempt to avoid his hand, but she was trapped against him. There was no escaping his ministrations.
“You can’t get away from me, lass. Yield and this will be over soon.”
She gritted her teeth to avoid crying out and stiffened her body, determined not to surrender, but as her tender bottom turned hot, it became harder to maintain the facade. Pain, like pleasure, was not something she’d experienced in excess before. It made her feel helpless and small. And, when he lowered his punishing hand to the tender flesh of her upper thighs, it made her feel desperately sorry for her mistake.
Swat after swat layered over her skin, building in intensity with every stroke. “Lennox, I cannot bear it,” she cried out, finally losing her resolve. He cared about her. Would not her plea cause his heart to soften?
He paused for a moment, and she allowed herself the tiniest sigh of relief. She thought that perhaps in his love for her, he’d decided to show her mercy, but that thought was short-lived. Apparently, he had only paused to pick up the paddle.
The first whap of it against her scalded flesh made her yelp. She curled her hands into fists and willed herself to suffer as stoically as possible.
Lennox brought the small paddle down in crisp smacks over and over. Marisol locked her ankles, determined not to kick. Anger joined her pain as he continued to punish her.
“You brutish swine!” she cried out. “I will never speak to you again.”
He paused again, but it was only to scold her. “Those are not words of contrition, and that is all I will accept. Let me assure ye, lass, I can outlast ye. Your backside will tire of this long before my arm does.”
He dropped the paddle. With an inescapable flurry of strong handprints, he resumed spanking her, much harder and much faster.
A sob caught in her throat. No longer concerned with modesty or stoicism, she kicked her legs, knowing she was putting everything on display—her throbbing pussy, certainly, and possibly even the rosette of her back hole. She guessed her face was as flushed as her punished bottom.
