Hey, I couldn’t help it. It’s a big football kind of day here in America. Spanking. We all love the word, the way the two syllables roll around on our tongue. The concept of purchasing implements, hearing tales of those being punished, and being whipped ourselves. Let’s face it – we’re a spanko society. John Patrick is always telling me I need a hard spanking and he’s right. Had a dream just last night…
When I sat down to pen Spankdown three years ago, spanking books weren’t all the rage. I personally loved the idea and in my head had been exploring the need personally. I also read some real life spanking stories and a particular and very real card game, caught my attention. So, I penned a story around it.
Just imagine a conservative profession, four HOT college students, a naughty blog and a lesson in discipline all based around a card game. Yummy. I loved the characters so much I created another series – my Spank Me Collection. The main characters remain, just the stories buried inside involve other situations. I thought on this dreary day I’d give you a taste of where it all began. Oh and Spankdown has been reduced in honor of Spank Me – Enticed Motivation hitting the e-pub stores on January 16th. I hope you enjoy!
Victoria Miller stared at the computer screen and growled. It was almost time to go back to her class and she still needed to finish the day’s saucy blog. Chuckling, she fingered the screen appreciating her own design for Her Secret Desires, a secretive and highly kinky blog catering to the art of spanking and submission. The vibrant colors suited her everyday appearance, bold and brassy, while allowing her hundreds of followers to garner a glimpse of the real woman. And what she craved more than anything was a powerful master who disciplined her on a regular basis.
Sniffing, she glanced at her watch. Twenty minutes were left. She still had time to finish the piece. Today’s selection was her comparison of using a flogger versus a belt. Wiggling in her seat, she knew the answer to that one. She loved the feel of a belt as it crackled over her naked ass. It had been far too long since she had a man tan her backside. Glancing down at her favorite book of BDSM, The Art of Spanking, she grinned. There was no need to reference the spicy pages today. Victoria knew everything there was to know about being whipped from personal experience, but she had to admit certain pages were marked for her to read during her next hour of office time
There was nothing wrong with garnering a moment of pleasure for herself. Licking her lips, she couldn’t wait to lock her door, open the book to her favorite passage decorated with sensual photographs and slide her finger deep inside her cunt. The thought gave her chills. Just then the brilliant ending to her steamy article came to her. Typing furiously, she was determined to finish the shameless article.
“Aaahhh!” Jumping, Victoria fumbled to get to her computer monitor, quickly pushing the button as she pushed her hand across her desk and watched in horror as the book tumbled to the floor directly in the path of the open door. Shit! Hadn’t she locked the damn thing? Scrambling to get to the heavy book, she wrapped her hand around the thick spine just as he did, their fingers touching. Sucking in her breath, splashes of wet heat flushed Victoria’s face. Clenching her eyes closed, she smiled, fighting to maintain her composure. Holy shit! Steady girl. Relax.
“Mr. Myers. I didn’t hear you knock.” Opening her eyes slowly, she gazed into his sparkling eyes and a quiver pulsed into her pussy. Whew!
“I’m sorry I startled you,” his voice a rich baritone with a lilt of mischief.
Jerking the book to her chest as she stood upright, she knew damn well Drake Myers had seen the title. Thank God she was able to turn the computer screen off. The colorful pictures splashed across the page were a dead give away.
“What can I do for you?” Act calm! He’s just a boy…hiding in a sexy as hell man’s body. Why was it that every time she saw the stunning lanky blond her cunt muscles clenched? Drake was her prized psychology student and one that she considered the perfect eye candy. She had developed many a fantasy with his carved face and runner’s legs in mind. Noticing Tyson flanking him, she grimaced. Great! Now there’s two of them curious what I’m doing. Out of their line of view, she quietly shoved the book in a desk drawer casually as if she was doing nothing more than research. The naughty thought gave her a smile. Some research. If her students ever found out what she craved she would become the laughing stock of the University and probably lose her job.
“I was just wondering whether or not you had the tests graded?” Drake asked, eyeing his companion. “Weren’t we, Tyson?”
The brawny man nodded. “Yeah, well I guess I was, cause Coach Ramsey refused to allow me to play in the game this Friday if I failed it.”
Victoria scrutinized his confused look and while she wasn’t aware UVA’s star lineman had any troubles keeping his grades up, she applauded the notion. In fact, she remembered that Tyson Cummings was attending the prestigious school on a scholarship. Perhaps he had been participating in one too many fraternity parties lately. “I’ll be posting them later today, but I can tell both of you that you passed with flying colors.” Hearing commotion in the hall, she checked her watch. “Boys, I hate to throw you out but I have to get to another class. Is there anything else you need?’
Drake licked his lips before answering. “Not a thing.”
Ushering them towards the door, she garnered the distinct impression that Drake was undressing her with his eyes and the thought sent a series of pinpricks dancing down her spine. “If you have any trouble getting the post later let me know.” She held open the door and smiled. As both boys passed by, she inhaled a whiff of their combined exotic colognes and thought for a moment she might drop to her knees, freeing their cocks to lick and suck until…
“Are you okay, Ms. Miller? You’re awfully red in the face.” As Drake crowded her space, he placed his hand on the threshold over her head and leaned in.
Victoria almost lost it. Her breath stolen, it took her several seconds to regroup and be able to put a coherent sentence together. “I’m fine, just fine,” she said a little too quickly, she shifted her gaze down and could swear his cock was hard and throbbing against his tight jeans. Or perhaps it was just wishful thinking. Either way, she needed space. Maneuvering around him, she took a long stride backwards and double dared herself not to stare at his crotch.
“Okay then. We’ll get out of your hair. Have a wonderful night,” Drake breathed as he nodded toward Tyson.
“Thank you, Ms. Miller,” Tyson said politely.
“Certainly.” Victoria allowed a long shameless gaze at both of them as they sauntered down the hall, admiring their tight asses. Lordy! Closing the door slowly, she realized she was holding her breath. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she hissed. The last thing she needed to do was accost one or two of her students. Goddamn! She needed to get laid. Tyson was another gorgeous specimen of a man. Standing six foot four with bulging muscle and long midnight hair, his chocolate coated skin reminded her of some African God and one she wanted to consume piece by piece. Stop it you hussy! Calming her nerves, she pressed a strand of damp hair from her face just as several beads of her honey trickled into her already moist thong. Victoria needed a glass of wine, a long hot bath, a thick juicy cock and a long hard spanking. And not necessarily in that order.
Victoria Miller is a professor at one of the most prestigious schools in the country. She’s also the creator of several adult blogs about spanking and BDSM. Craving a man that can understand her kinky needs, she settles for enjoying her passion through her writings, but she admires one hot college student, Drake Myers. The God like blond fuels her every night fantasies, but he is completely untouchable. Or so she believes.
Stumbling upon her blogs by accident, Drake decides to turn up the heat between them. He adores the voluptuous red-headed vixen and enlists the help of a college buddy, developing a kinky plan to have her take a tumble with him in bed and perhaps more. As he begins sending her secret poems, indulging in her need to be dominated, he is unable to resist her and one day they enter into a wicked tryst smack in the middle of her office. The game still yet to be played out, he threatens to expose her secret. And just as he decides to stop his nefarious rouse, she turns the tables.
I hope you enjoyed!
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