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Their Dirty Little Secrets by Shelly Douglas – Extended Preview

Their Dirty Little Secrets“I think we should make a special attempt not to get into trouble today,” Chrissy said, cupping her hands around her steaming caramel macchiato.

“This doesn’t sound like the same Chrissy Bowman I read about in Max’s last novel.”

“Haven’t I already reminded you of the public spanking we received after drinking margaritas with your boyfriend at ten in the morning?”

She laughed and quirked an eyebrow. “Your point is well-taken. Max does seem to enjoy a bit of drama in everything he does.”

“By any chance, are you aware of today’s date?”

“Of course, it’s April first.”

Chrissy nodded with a sideways grin. “That part about not getting into trouble? I was just kidding, of course.”

“Okay, what is going on in that mischievous mind of yours?” Kayla asked as she tapped the side of her head. “That smile is absolutely evil.”

“Well, Max and I have been married for five years, and I don’t think we’ve ever allowed an April Fool’s Day to go unnoticed without some kind of prank.”

Kayla put her vanilla latte down and clasped her hands together. “Okay, I’m game. What exactly do you have in mind?”

“Well, since we took one of John’s cars today, I was thinking we could tell him that we parked it in a no-parking zone…”

Tilting her head to the side, she eyeballed Chrissy intensely. “You want me to tell him that his car was impounded?” Her neck instantly swerved to speak with the woman behind the coffee counter. “What in the hell did you put in her coffee?”

The barista, obviously listening in on their conversation, chuckled in response.

“Come on, I think it would be hysterical. You’re always saying how much he loves his cars, but doesn’t drive them. I’m actually surprised he let you take one of his little babies out on the road today.”

Kayla mused over the possibilities. “He is rather protective of his vintage 1965 red Triumph Spitfire.”

“How well do you know that woman over there?” Chrissy asked, smiling in the barista’s direction.

“I see her here once in a while. Why?”

“She seems to have a good sense of humor. Let’s ask her if she wants to be in on our little prank.”

“Naturally, this will make you an accomplice.”

Chrissy knocked her fingers on the table. “I’m not worried. Listen, we need a quick plan.”

Kayla strolled out onto the large balcony as Chrissy followed closely behind. “So, did you guys enjoy the day together?”

“It was quite productive, actually,” John said, throwing a wink to Max, who was sitting beside him, trying to keep a straight face.

Chrissy looked at Kayla and sucked in her cheeks, waiting for a cue.

“I know that expression, young lady. What kind of mischief did you get into today?”

“I didn’t do anything, daddy,” Chrissy said, nervously biting a thumbnail.

John stood as a frown appeared on his face. “What’s going on, Kayla? Is everything alright?”

“As you can see, we’re just fine.”

“Then why do you have the ‘cat that swallowed the canary’ look on your face?”

“You better tell him, Kayla,” Chrissy said, elbowing her friend.

“Well, it’s about your car, Johnny.”

Johnny?” Max repeated sarcastically. “Oh, this is going to be good.”

“Well, when we got back to the street we parked on… it wasn’t there.”

John jumped out of his chair. “What do you mean, it wasn’t there? Jesus, Kayla, please don’t tell me you parked in a no-parking zone again.”

“Again? She’s done that before?” Max asked with disbelief.

“The last time she was towed, it was while she was working and I warned her about doing it again.”

“Could you please stop talking about me like I’m not here?”

John took a deep breath and shook his head. “We’ve talked about this, Kayla.”

“Calm down, John. I have the number where I think they impounded your car. Don’t you think we should call first to make sure it’s there?”

Chrissy got comfortable in Max’s lap and surreptitiously winked at him.

He narrowed his eyes back at her in response. “This makes you an accomplice, missy.”

Chrissy’s eyes sparkled with excitement as Kayla put her speakerphone on and pressed the number on the screen. “I believe this is where your car went to, babe.”

John’s eyes darted to Max as he waited for someone to answer. “A day well-spent, I’d say. We’re going to get plenty of use out of my new purchase.”

“Good afternoon, Parkway Lot,” the woman answered in a cheerful, businesslike tone.

“Hello, this is John Peterman. I need to speak with someone about my car that I believe was impounded in your lot today,” he responded, his face turning a bright shade of red.

“April Fool, Mr. Peterman,” chimed the person on the other end.

“Thank you so much for reminding me of the date. Goodbye.” John’s sapphire blue eyes narrowed at his girlfriend as he ended the call and took two steps toward her. “So, who did I really speak with?”

“The barista at Starbucks. It was Chrissy’s idea,” Kayla said, pointing to her friend who was shaking with laughter.

“Where’s my car?”

“Parked downstairs, fast asleep in its adorable little cubby.”

“You’re in big trouble,” John said, placing two fingers under her chin.

“And so are you,” Max whispered in Chrissy’s ear.

“What happened to your sense of humor? We always play April Fool’s pranks on each other.”

“As you know, John has a special room for naughty girls,” Max responded to Chrissy nonchalantly.

“So I’ve heard.”

“And I think you’ll be paying it a visit tonight,” John added, raising both eyebrows at Kayla.

“This is the last time I take your advice on a practical joke,” she muttered to Chrissy as they were both led inside.

“It was just a harmless prank, John,” Kayla defended as he took her by the hand, guided her into the spacious soundproof room, and shut the door.

“I know it was Chrissy’s idea. But you still need to take responsibility for your actions,” he replied, steering her toward a large piece of well-padded equipment in the middle of the room.

“Oh, my God, is this your idea of an April Fool’s joke to play on me?”

“I assure you, this is not a prank,” he said, pulling a kneeling bench to the side that had a steel rack with wrist restraints attached to it.

Her smile was crooked as she placed a hand on her hip. “This looks like a piece of expensive gym equipment.”

John walked over to the closet, retrieved a brown paper sack, and quietly approached his girlfriend. “Money is no object when it comes to showering my lover with undivided attention,” he replied, pulling out a bottle of lube and a large gleaming anal plug from the bag to display his intentions.

Her stomach somersaulted at the thought of that large steel object being inserted into her shivering bottom hole. “If that’s what I think it is, it’ll never fit inside me.”

“After I pull those designer jeans down, I want that gorgeous chest on the bench, your knees on the floor and those delicate hands resting on the metal bar,” he directed in a no-nonsense tone while unbuttoning her pants and jerking them to her ankles.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she mumbled, lowering herself onto the black padded bench.

Picking up a long acrylic black paddle by its short handle from under the equipment, he smacked her across both cheeks before pulling down her silk panties. “Do you still think this is a joke?” he asked, sharply connecting the implement to her backside once again.

Her bottom cheeks fluttered as she involuntarily bounced on the bench. “Youch! Whatever that is, it stings!” she yelled as he quickly moved to wrap the straps around her wrists, securing them in a snug fashion.

“The paddle was a bonus gift since it’s a deluxe model. I received free shipping, too.” A sly smile simmered on his face as he tugged at the supple black leather. “The straps aren’t too tight, are they, love?”

She cocked her head at the playfulness of his tone, watching as he pulled her jeans and panties over her feet in one motion and attached her ankles to the second set of straps that were connected to the larger piece of equipment behind her.

Pressing the heel of his hands into her buttocks, he stretched both cheeks wide open and squirted an abundance of lubricant at the top of the crevice, allowing it to drip down into her creamy shaved skin. As he blew circles around her dusky pink hole, her anus involuntarily shivered and shuddered.

“You want my finger in here, don’t you?” he whispered, tracing a circle around her small rosebud over and over.

“I can’t believe you’re teasing me like this,” she whined, wiggling her backside.

He picked up the paddle and smacked her bottom again. “The plug Max bought for you is rather large, so I thought I’d be a gentleman and prepare your tight little ass for it. And I want to make sure your bum is nice and rosy before I slip it deep inside you,” he said, tapping the pad of his digit onto her quivering, crinkled hole. A quick breath caught in her throat as he slid his finger into her anus, going deeper than usual before sliding back out, only to drive in farther the second time.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, waving her bum back and forth. They both knew she loved his finger in her bottom and wanted to rub her hard wet clit into a throbbing orgasm, but her wrists were bound and there was nothing to grind against. Damn.

He removed his finger and smacked the lower portion of her soft globe, cupping and squeezing it to hold in the heat after the solid strike. “That pussy of yours is getting nice and wet, isn’t it? You love to be finger fucked, don’t you?” he asked as his digit continued to thrust in and out of her ass with a little bit more force each time.

“Please let me come, John. I’m so close.”

Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, “I know exactly what you want, my love. But your hands are tied right now, and I’m not done punishing you. So, your sweet little pussy is going to have to wait until later…” He swatted her bum twice on each side with his hand before removing the plug from the bag. “Much later.”

It was difficult to move her head upward, but when Kayla heard the paper crinkle, she craned her neck to watch what he was doing.

“Turn around, there is nothing for you to see, young lady,” he scolded as he applied lube to the plug before dripping more down the center of her reddened cheeks.

“Please, John. That thing is not the right size for me,” she complained as he pressed the round steely tip to her pulsing small opening and pushed it inside. “I can already tell—it’s too big,” she continued with a loud groan, her eyes filling with tears.

“Bad girls who like to play pranks get their naughty holes plugged,” he scolded, pushing the hard foreign object into her rectum as she squirmed and writhed on the small padded bench.

“Aaagh, I don’t like this. It doesn’t feel good, please take it out,” she whimpered. “I promise to be good from now on. No more practical jokes. I promise!”

“I’ll do nothing of the sort. Relax your bottom, take a deep breath and blow it out. We’re almost all the way in,” he instructed in a serious but gentle voice.

We?” she said facetiously. “You’ve now become one with the butt plug?”

“Here’s a tip for you. When I plug your bottom, that disrespectful mouth of yours should close. Care to roll those emerald eyes and earn a few more swats?”

“Ooh, that burns,” she groaned as he continued to inch forward, stretching her small narrow channel. “Is it all the way in yet?”

“Yep, I believe it’s finally seated inside that tight little tush,” he said, pulling on the base of the plug. “Now, I’m going to spank your round heinie until it’s a lovely shade of red. That should have you squirming nicely through dinner tonight.”

“You’re going to spank me with that huge thing inside? Are you crazy?” she asked as he rubbed and patted her warm, sensitive skin.

“I don’t think that is an appropriate term to throw around for someone in your profession, sweetheart,” he responded calmly as she turned her head to check his response. “I’m going to spank you with my hand, and I want you to count before each smack.” Stepping backward to achieve the best angle, he rolled up his sleeve and waited for her to count. “I’m waiting,” he said, tapping his foot.

“One,” she mumbled and dropped her head, anticipating that his large hand would soon land on her warm skin. As he brought his hand upward quickly, his palm connected with her tender backside with a loud smack.

Tears gathered in her eyes as her bottom wobbled. “Have you forgotten I have a steel stick up my ass?”

“Watch your language, Kayla,” he warned.

“Fine.” She sniffed and inhaled a deep breath before shutting her eyes tight. “Two!” she grunted loudly.

His hand lowered, smacking her other cheek with the same gusto. “Is your pussy getting wetter, bad girl? Does this push those kinky buttons of yours?”

Tears leaked from her eyes, both from the pain and embarrassment that they both knew the answer to his rhetorical question. Inhaling a deep breath, she yelped through clenched teeth, “Three.”

“I guess my badly behaved girlfriend now understands how serious I am about being the head of this house.”

Kayla picked her head up and peered at him through blurry eyes. “Yes, sir. I understand, but I don’t like this bench.”

“Perhaps you would like to be put across my lap, so I can give you an opportunity to grind your needy pussy on my thigh? Not a chance of that happening tonight, my naughty girl.”

Kayla’s tears fell onto the carpet. “But I’m so uncomfortable,” she cried.

“Okay, my love. This is supposed to be a punishment, not torture. I’ll land the last two swats in a row and we’ll be all done.” He stood back and waited for two more numbers to be counted.

Waving her bottom, she raised her head and yelled, “Four and five!”

“Keep your body still, Kayla,” he scolded.

When she stopped moving, his hand made hard contact with each cheek of her glowing behind. “Now this is a well-spanked bottom,” he said smoothing her hot, reddened skin before tugging once again on the base of the plug.

“Can you take that wicked thing out of me before dinner, please?” she asked in a contrite manner as her pussy throbbed from the movement inside her sore little hole.

“Sorry, kiddo, it’s part of the punishment,” he said before kissing her nose and releasing her feet and wrists from the bench.

“Oh, my God, I’ll never get those tight jeans on right now. How am I going to leave this room? Max and Chrissy are probably out there waiting for us.”

“Although I think it’s safe to assume that our guests are busy, I’ll go bring you a skirt to wear. And by the way, I expect your bottom to be bare until tomorrow morning, so you can leave your expensive silk panties in the drawer tonight,” he said with a wink before gently brushing his lips over hers.

“The dress goes up and the panties come down, please,” Max directed in a stern but loving tone.

Chrissy stared at her husband like he was insane, but undeterred, he spun his finger in a circle, indicating his desire for her to turn around.

“Kayla didn’t have to take my advice, you know,” she said, picking up her dress and sliding her panties down to her knees. “She’s a smart woman who has a mind of her own.”

“Hold on to this nightstand and bend over. We have dinner reservations, and I don’t want to be late.” Kneeling behind her, Max pulled her panties further down her legs before pressing his lips to the back of her neck. “You know I’m doing this only out of love for you, sweet girl,” he whispered in a seductive but controlled voice. “This is not meant for pleasure, but instead a humbling reminder that I’m still in charge. You know how I feel about meddling, and it was not your business to interfere in Kayla’s relationship with John.”

“Whatever happened to someone offering a suggestion? I wouldn’t call it meddling.” But as her sentence ended, she heard the distinct snap of the plastic lubrication bottle top.

“Relax, baby. You know this will be easier if you don’t tense up on me,” he said, his moist finger rubbing up and down her back end, spreading the silky wetness around her small, puckered hole. In fact, she almost enjoyed his gentle touch until a thick finger slipped inside and roughly thrusted deep—something that was usually meant as a punishment.

Inhaling a rush of air, she gasped, feeling a familiar sense of submission return. “Please, Max. Can’t we do this later?” she whimpered, worrying what might be coming next.

“Hush, young lady. Reach behind and spread your tushy for me right now.”

Max removed his finger and reached around the nightstand drawer to pull it open. As soon as she moved her hands back to pull her buttocks apart, a cool silicone plug pressed against her bottom hole, and she knew that her husband was determined to make a point. As it continued further inside her anus, more lubricant was applied, but no words were spoken as he inched forward and she whimpered loudly until he finally pushed past her tight, constricted area.

“Please,” she groaned. “You’re stretching me and I don’t want my bum to hurt all night. Please take it out, daddy. I promise not to interfere anymore!” Chrissy’s eyes swelled with tears, but Max didn’t stop forging ahead until the plug was all the way in. And just when she thought it was seated, he pulled the damn thing almost all the way out, only to push it back in again.

“Oh, my God, that hurts! What are you doing?”

“I’m making sure you learn a valuable lesson, kitten.”

Squeezing her eyes tight, she knew her tears were about to roll down her cheeks, and though Chrissy didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, she knew her waterworks were already underway. Finally, he pressed the hard object in for the last time, and it remained deep inside her.

“Are you okay, my little princess?” he asked in a light tone, twisting and turning the base of the plug.

Her lower lip trembled as tears of embarrassment leaked from her eyes. “Yes, I’m f-fine.”

“Good. Because it will stay deep inside of you until we get home from the restaurant. Now, do you think you can behave yourself and stay out of trouble for the rest of the evening, young lady?” he asked, his hand raining down firm swats to both wobbly cheeks until they were an even bright pink hue.

“Yes, daddy,” she whimpered.

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