Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
While she is delighted by the thought of escaping her harsh master, being put up for auction turns out to be a deeply humiliating process for twenty-year-old Becky. In addition to being evaluated for her suitability as a pet in the most intimate, shameful ways imaginable, she soon finds herself stripped bare and put on public display so that she may be sold to the highest bidder.
After Becky is bought by rugged, handsome farmer James McGregor, she soon learns that while her new owner is not an unkind man, he will expect her to do as she is told and any disobedience will earn her a thorough spanking. In addition to submitting to his firm-handed discipline, Becky will also be required to surrender her beautiful body to him whenever and however he wishes.
To her surprise, Becky also discovers that James has three clones who work alongside him, and they will have the same authority over her that he does. All four men will punish her when she is naughty and take her as hard and often as they please, sometimes even several at a time.
Though it often leaves her blushing crimson, Becky cannot help writhing in ecstasy as their masterful lovemaking brings her to one shattering climax after another. But when her cruel former owner tries to reclaim her, will her new masters find a way to keep her by their side?
Author: Rose St. Andrews
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 34,300 Words
Excerpt
He nodded, let the towel drop away, and sat in the chair. “Yes, sweetie, but right now, we have a punishment to deal with.”
Becky jumped slightly, her hands flying to cover herself, and she let out a squeak. “I… um, now? Bu-but, Pa, I’m still sore,” she whined.
“My pet, that is no excuse! Now, over my knee this instant,” he ordered.
She just about threw herself across his lap, and shivered. Here she was naked, damp, and sore, and looking at another spanking. Would this one be a bad one? His hands moved above her, a bottle top popped, and she felt coolness swirl across her aching cheeks. Pa was putting some kind of oil on her. It took a minute, she squirmed and worried the whole time, and then there was a long pause.
Smack! His hand struck. Becky shuddered. It hadn’t been a very hard smack, but her ass was sore, damp, and the oil added to her sensitivity. He then set up a steady rain of solid swats to her defenseless cheeks, and she was yelping and squealing in no time.
“Ouch, ow! Pa, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll get it right next time, promise,” she wailed.
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, little pet of mine, you just be grateful I’m going so easy on you, and don’t expect the same in the future. When you’re naughty, you’ll get punished, and it won’t matter if you just got spanked or paddled an hour before!”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Pa-pa-paddled?!”
“Yes, I’ve decided that a real punishment will be with an implement,” he said, not letting up for a second. “I don’t want you ever associating my hand with true pain. I’m not like Daniel!”
Becky’s lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears. For a moment, she lay there and tried to understand just how wonderful her new master was. She started to cry, softly at first, and then loud and hard bawling. She was a little surprised that Pa didn’t let up on the spanking, but then she understood: he knew they weren’t tears of pain. The tears trickled down her cheeks to drip from her chin, and a mix of relief and delight coursed through her. Turning her head a little, she saw the view in the full-length mirror: her naked and her bottom red, and Pa sitting there all happy and grinning ear to ear. Once more her body became enflamed, but this time her passion seemed twice as strong. Was it the tears? Her being naked? The oil?
“Ow! Please, Pa, I’ve learned my lesson! I’ll never do it again,” she begged.
“Oh, I know, baby,” he said with a chuckle. “Punishment ended a while ago. I’m just having too much fun to stop. I hope you don’t mind.”
He laughed; she shuddered and almost climaxed at that moment. It only took another few minutes for her to scream out her orgasm. He moderated the spanks, his hand in perfect sync with the gyrations of her body, and thus her delight was dragged out still longer. When she finally came down, he was sitting on her bed, cradling her in his lap, and she felt both drained and relaxed.
