Welcome to my blog, and to another crop of WIP It Up Wednesday snippets. This is the blog hop where authors share excerpts from their works in progress. Please feel free to comment – we love feedback, and it’s great to know if we’re on the right track.
I’ve been away for a couple of weeks, but it’s fabulous to be back and ready to share again. My featured WIP has the working title of Her Noble Lords. It’s a medieval menage story, with a little twist toward the end which sort of turns the HEA on its head. This isn’t the cover, but it’s a picture which sort of inspired me as I wrote. Anyway, nuff said. On with the excerpt …
A hand between my shoulder blades presses me forward. It is Piers. Ralf has moved around to the opposite side of the table and is reaching to take my hands.
“Please, just do it. Be quick, I beg you.” I can hear the tremor in my voice and I know I am close to tears. I am terrified of the pain to come.
The strong palm still resting between my shoulder blades offers a reassuring pat, then is dragged down my back to caress my bottom. It is as though Piers is selecting his spot, exploring my vulnerable buttocks to find the softest, the most sensitive places. Despite my fears, the sensation is not unpleasant. In different circumstances I would enjoy his touch, if he were not quite so stern.
“I would invite you to count, Linnet but I suspect you will soon lose concentration. Ralf, would you do it?”
“Of course.” He squeezes my fingers. “Open your eyes, little one. Look at me.”
I had not even realised my eyes were screwed up tight shut but I obey. He offers me a slight half smile, before a sudden whistle heralds the first stroke across my unprotected bottom.
“Aagh!” I cannot contain my scream. My derrière is aflame. A white hot trail of pure agony blisters my skin.
“One,” announces Ralf.