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My Naughty Little Secret by Tara Finnegan

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From the moment she saw him on her first day at her new job in London, there was something about Michael which annoyed Siobhan Brennan… and something else that pulled her to this stunningly handsome man and his boldly arrogant personality. In spite of her misgivings she soon finds herself out on a date with him, and she is torn between a desire to defy him as often as possible and a deeper, more disturbing need to submit to him. It certainly doesn’t help that very embarrassing thoughts keep popping into her head uninvited: images of herself bent over, bare bottom on display, waiting for Michael to chastise her firmly.

It is not long before Siobhan, in a rash moment, actually dares Michael to spank her, only to find that he is more than up to the challenge of turning her naked backside bright red. To her horror, her sore behind only fuels the fire growing within her, and she is soon on her knees before him, blushing with shame yet needing him to take her and take her hard.

It is only afterwards that the couple must come to terms with what took place, and what it means for their relationship. Was this just a one-time event, something to be tried but never repeated, or will Siobhan find herself punished like a naughty girl again in the future? As scandalized as it makes her feel, in her heart she knows what she needs, but is Michael prepared to give it to her? And when she finds out that Michael has kept something important from her about his past and who he really is, will she be able to forgive him or will the revelation tear them apart forever?

Publisher’s Note: My Naughty Little Secret is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Tara Finnegan

Word Count: 80,400

eBook Price: $4.95


“You heard me. I said if you think I should be spanked, then do it,” I goaded further.

That was it. He grabbed me by the waist and dragged me over to the sofa. Before I knew what was what, I was flipped across his lap and he was trying to pull down my jeans. They were a snug fit and he couldn’t get them down.

“Bare yourself,” he snapped.

“What, you must be joking.” I felt his hand come down hard twice, once on each buttock. I squealed.

“I’m going to keep doing this until you bare yourself, then I’m going to give you twenty hard smacks. Now it can be just those twenty, or it can be as many as you want.”

Bloody hell, that was some choice, I quickly undid my jeans and rolled them down.

“And your panties,” he warned, raising his hand. I quickly obliged.” Now back across my lap.”

I felt each one of those stingers on alternating cheeks, a firm hard slap followed by a soothing rub, followed by another slap. I was squealing—I really didn’t expect it to be so sore. He counted them out, lecturing me between spanks about how I was to show more respect. It was humiliating and painful. But it was turning me on in spite of that, or indeed maybe because of that. I mentally counted each stroke. At first as he raised his hand, I clenched my bottom in anxiety, but I soon learned that it was less painful if I tried to relax. Finally he was done.

“Have you something to say, Siobhan?” he asked in that schoolmaster voice.

“I’m sorry for losing my temper and swearing at you,” I offered humbly. I was still lying across his lap with my bare bottom exposed and scorched. I was sore, embarrassed, and horny as hell. He was rubbing it all the while and it felt so good. I felt his fingers travel down to my clit and he started to chuckle.

“You’re such a naughty girl, you liked that. You’re soaking.”

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