Re-Awakening a Saturday Spanking

Saturday Spanks (St Patricks Day)This week’s Saturday Spanks are in honour of St Patrick’s Day. I don’t have an Irish snippet exactly, but the shamrocks on the paddles here are rather nice.

This weeks eight or so sentences are from Re-Awakening, my short story in Totally Bound’s paramour collection. It’s been a long time since Imogen was treated to a good erotic spanking. Zack is re-awakening her taste for it.

The first ten or so strokes were exquisite, quite, quite delightful. reawakening_thumbnailOld habits die hard, and Imogen fell naturally into that old, ingrained rhythm of breathing in between the spanks and exhaling as each fell. She could feel each perfectly positioned stroke, and knew her bottom was starting to glow beautifully under Zack’s tireless palm. Her nipples were sore, incredibly sore, the clamps pinching and punishing, but she found that by pressing her body into the table she could gain some respite. The sharp throb could be dulled to an ache, and she found herself loving the quiet brutality of it, this sense of subduing her body, asserting her own will to surrender to her Dom’s demands.

By the time she’d counted to twenty, her bottom felt to be ablaze. Zack was unrelenting, the blows falling with rigid regularity, just a few seconds between each stroke. Not enough time for the sharp pain to dissipate, so the impact grew and built until it overwhelmed her. 

If you want to read more of Zack and Imogen’s story you can get your hands on Re-Awakening from Amazon.co.uk  Amazon.com  Totally Bound  Barnes and Noble  All Romance  

Before you rush off, make sure you check out the rest of this weekend’s Saturday Spanks. There are dozens of hot snippets from some fabulous authors. You’ll find them all here.

13 thoughts on “Re-Awakening a Saturday Spanking

  1. I love a scene that shares detail upon detail (especially so beautifully as this). Very nice Ashe and as for the Irish spanking – well the shamrocks on the paddles ARE nice!!! 🙂

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  2. I also loved this line: “The sharp throb could be dulled to an ache, and she found herself loving the quiet brutality of it, this sense of subduing her body, asserting her own will to surrender to her Dom’s demands.”

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