Hello and welcome to Day 18 of the June A to Z spanking blog hop. Today I’m doing R for Reckoning. And for Root in this excerpt.
I write mainly BDSM stories, and in my books there’s almost always a day of reckoning. A time of challenge, confrontation and eventual acceptance when the sub and Dom face the reality of their dynamic, and all that it means to them. This has to be acted on, played out, to balance their relationship and move forward. Well, it does in my stories.
Here’s an example, taken from The Hardest Word. In Hard Choices, the third book in the trilogy Nick has discovered the true extent of Freya’s wealth. That doesn’t matter to him, he really doesn’t care how much she has squirreled away in the bank. But the way he learned about it is almost a deal-breaker for them. Here’s how he handled it, starting with a piece of ginger root.
“You know what this is? What I intend to do with it?” His tone is formal, clipped, very much the Dom voice.
I nod, holding his gaze.
“It will hurt. As the ginger oil seeps out of the root, it irritates the delicate tissue inside your arse. It creates a burning sensation, and it’s very uncomfortable. And as you may have found out, depending on how far you read up on it, that burning increases if you clench your arse around the root. If you can manage to relax, it may not be too bad…”
Right then. I can relax, probably, mostly.
He reads my thoughts and smiles. “I think I can find ways to make you clench up nicely, to achieve the desired effect. I’ve been wondering how many strokes across your delightful bottom would be appropriate for this occasion. What would you suggest, girl?”
Of course he’s going to spank me, or worse, while the ginger works its unpleasant magic. “I don’t know. I’ve never been in this situation before,” I answer honestly, even as my heart sinks.
“Indeed. I originally intended a hundred…” He pauses to let that sink in.
I feel the blood drain from my face.
“But that seems excessive, even for this. So fifty, I think. And not necessarily all today. The first twenty will be over my knee, with my hand. Nothing too taxing there. Then I’m going to strap you to the spanking bench and the next twenty will be with a paddle. That bit will hurt. The final ten will be a caning. And by then I expect you to be using those wristbands. You can stop me, ask for more time between the strokes, even safe word out of the situation altogether if you have to. But our business won’t be complete until you’ve accepted all fifty strokes, however long that takes. Is that clear? And do you have any questions?”
I’m starting to shiver despite the warmth in here, but still I shake my head. Fifty strokes—and ten of those with a cane. Shit! He’s deadly serious about making this lesson stick. But despite my fear I know he’ll never injure me. He’ll cause me pain, yes, and in spades today, but I knew that. I expected that.
“Okay then. Shall we start?” Crisp and businesslike, he’s keen to get on.
My eyes never drop from his as I nod my consent.
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