Submitting to a Spanking…We All Have a Darkness Inside

I am thrilled to death as well as somewhat surprised my flash collection of spanking stories have done so well. What started out as enjoying a moment and offering a little snippet of a story turned into now 8 in the Submitting to a Spanking collection, six in the Honor and Obey and I’ve already moved on to another one titled His Firm Hand. Don’t get me wrong, I write about a hell of a lot of things and am moving back into my paranormal writing again with several planned stories and a few that are going back on the market after being pulled. BUT… I do find my readers thoroughly enjoy my spanking stories. I Ropehonestly think because we all feel so very much out of control and long to have some true discipline in our lives. We can live vicariously through others and these short and very hot little pieces bridge all walks of life, ages, careers and family issues. I think you’ll enjoy this one – a little longer with a darker plot but then again it is titled…


“Are you sure you want to go inside? Are you certain you’re ready to be seen as the woman I own, the woman I fuck and the woman I discipline?”

The sound of his voice alone sent shivers dancing down her spine. Her ‘Sir’, the man she was owned by, had every second of her attention. Damon Sheffield was powerful by day as well as night and Camille Reynolds wanted nothing more than to let herself go in a kink club, one devoted to all things BDSM. For years she’d hungered, unsure of why or if she could learn to submit, and now everything seemed right. Being owned was merely an added bonus.

“Do I have your attention?” Tapping her on the ass he growled.

“Yes sir.” She’d truly begun to embrace the concept, allowing the haughty and generally over opinionated woman to free herself from her self imposed chains. Damon was not only powerful in his chosen career, but he wielded control over her smoothly, without ever raising his voice. Even now she was mesmerized by his intensity, his few but very pointed requirements. “Oh, yes sir.”

“Good girl. Tonight will push us to another phase of our relationship.” Easing his hand under her garment he squeezed her ass then pushed his finger between her folds, fingering her asshole. A dark chuckle slipped past his lips. “Tonight you’ll learn the meaning of absolute domination but just remember, you’re all mine.”

Shivering, she couldn’t help but smile. Every time he usurped his authority she was turned on, her pussy clenching in a way she’d never experienced before. She was more than proud to be collared and leashed by a man who knew her so well, understood her foibles as well as her continued inhibitions. Now, as she stood in front of the non-descript door, under a full moon at nearly midnight on a weekday, she was no longer sure of her decision. Let alone her sanity. A single and very slight moan – dear God I hope no one can hear me – escaped her lips. She tugged the flaming red wrap around her naked arms and felt more like Little Red Riding Hood than anything in the hooded cape. “I’m very sure. I’m just…”

Her cuffsEasing his hands down her arms, Damon pressed kisses on the side of her neck as he issued a husky whisper. “You don’t need to be afraid. I’m not going to allow anything to happen to you other than by my hands. You are my submissive. No one is going to touch you unless I allow. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you?” His fingers brushed back and forth across her naked skin.

She could hear the hesitation in his voice and closed her eyes, her nipples aching from the clamps he’d used on them only hours before. The metal implements had been a cold reminder after her ridiculous behavior that she belonged to him and only him. Flirting he refused to tolerate any longer and she was a card-carrying minx at times. There had never been any man so possessive in her life and instead of being incensed only the joy in knowing remained. How in the hell she’d succumbed so easily was a clear testament to his power. “I know, sir without a doubt. I belong to you and only you.” The feel of his strong hands, the way his groin pushed against her ass was indeed comforting. He was not only all male but required to devout attention.

“Good. Tonight is nothing more than about observation. If I decide to indulge in any aspect we’ll talk. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” Gazing at the entrance she took a moment to drink in the atmosphere. The door was thick, the ancient brick formidable, but she could still hear the sound of music thumping in a distinct tribal vibe. Club Darkness was well known on certain circuits and very exclusive. Many times she’d heard stories but choose to believe few. The club had been featured in countless movies and many celebrities frequented the establishment when in town. And somehow Damon had obtained membership. Her entire body was tingling with anticipation. They’d never been to any type of kink club and every one of her senses was on edge, unsure of her reaction.

Damon sighed and kissed the top of her head before tugging his wrist. “You’ll stay attached to me.”

She darted a quick glance at the short chain tethering their wrists together, the thick leather cuff encasing her wrist in a way that made her feel safe and cherished. “Yes sir. Of course I will.”

“Good girl. Let’s go. I’m going to be extremely proud of showing you off tonight. You look sexy and beautiful. Just remember your place.” His growl screamed of ownership.

Her place. Yes, she knew her place well. One look at another man and she might be flogged then and there. A slight smile curled in in the corner of her mouth. Camille bit her lower lip nervously as she rubbed the flat of her hand down the velveteen cloak. She was a tall woman, standing nearly six feet and more in her stiletto heels, the ones he required her to wear. Not that she minded. She loved being tall for her bend overDom, her sir. Damon was formidable, standing a solid six foot five inches, and she loved the fact he still towered over her, even in tall shoes. “I am yours, sir.”

“Yes, you are.” Patting her ass he knocked on the door and stood quietly.

Her sir was impressive by any standards but tonight he was dressed in all black – powerful indeed. Camille adored the way everyone took notice of him, of them. They were a couple to be noticed, even gawked at and of course her sir loved the attention. She bit back a laugh as the door was opened slowly, the ridiculous creaking sound reminding her of some terrible horror movie. Granted, they weren’t in the best part of town but the notion of some haunted and very kinky experience was…

“And you are?” The man opening the door had a booming voice, one that reverberated into the night.


“I think you’ll find me on the list. Damon Sheffield.” Damon’s voice didn’t waver.

The burly man gave him a once over before glancing down the length of her. Grabbing an iPad he moved his finger over the screen, a slight grunt pushing from his mouth. “Yes, you are indeed on the list. First time. Welcome to the club. No bullshit. No bothering the guests and you force no one or you’ll be tossed. Clear enough?”

Damon snorted. “Crystal.”

His authoritative voice was something that gave her a thrill every time she heard the inflection alone. Tonight he was her Dom, her owner and would make certain others could see his perfect prowess as well as his authority. That much he’d told her in the subtle ways he’d talked about this experience, once she was still unsure about. She hadn’t realized her fingers had floated over her mouth and chin until Damon captured her hand, drawing her arm down to her waist. She wanted to laugh, make any sound, but she knew this was as much of a test for her as the club itself.

“And we’re in,” Damon whispered as the door was opened and the bouncer allowed them inside. “Tonight we begin another phase, my Cherie.”

Camille adored her nickname, the one he called her during playtime. She was his adored, his submissive, but tonight she was more.

The music alone, the heady disco vibe that seemed to be coming from every corner of the expansive room, drew her in. Camille was enticed by the flashing neon lights and the pulsing music, a dark and dangerous ambiance that comingled perfectly with jives being emitted from the dance floor. She found herself moving into the crowd, determined to find her way amongst a sea of sin. Damon’s grip on her shoulder was a quick reminder she wasn’t here for her own needs.

“Wait,” Damon said casually as he nuzzled his face into her hair. “Remember your place.”

Gulping, she shivered. There was nothing truly subtle about Damon’s moves, or hisSubmitting reflection hunger. She bit her bottom lip when he hand slipped under her dress, cupping her ass, slipping the tip of his index finger between her crease. She didn’t register the move to anyone close, but the way his fingers began to dig into her skin created a line of sweat along her brow.

“Imagine what this club can offer,” he whispered.


The ultimate in sacrifice or a ticket straight to Hell? 

Camille Reynolds was a formidable woman in the world of real estate development. Women hated her. Men feared her prowess and few crossed her without facing consequences. She was a powerful creature, yet one who longed to submit her body and soul. Damon Sheffield was just the right man and his methods of discipline had helped her refocus. Tall, sexy and able to control her willful side, her life would have been considered perfect if her beloved business wasn’t about ready to go under. There was little she could do to save something she’d worked her entire life to achieve. Or was there? A business proposition was offered, one that would fulfill her every dream – that is if she sold her soul to the Devil.

Damon knew something was wrong with his submissive, a situation she refused to acknowledge. Whatever was troubling her was eating into their relationship, reminding him of the nasty demons he continued to fight every day. No matter their heightened level of sharing passion as well as unbridled kink, Camille seemed to have trouble trusting him. Determined to find out what was wrong, he risked everything in a single decision, one that could destroy their love. As the game was laid out he was forced to face his own fears, ones that prevented him from being the Dominant she needed. Would his sacrifice be able to save something so precious or was the rouse the single moment she’d never be able to forgive?

Mmmm… What do you think? Could you allow handle a kink club, be shown off in front of others? 

Kisses and spanks…



About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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