Vampire’s Little Pet | Paranormal Erotic Spanking

“You’re mine.”

Words borne on cold breath sent a chill down my spine. Black leather wrapped around my wrists, thick bands of restraint which left me in no doubt as to who owned me.

I was doubly reflected in a gilt-edged mirror which faced another, creating an infinite series of he and I. My green eyes were wide with lust and perhaps a little bit of fear, partially obscured by long curling blonde locks. My pale body looked fragile under the strong hand of the vampire who held me in his sway. I was small compared to his muscled bulk, my mature curves accentuated by the hard lines of his frame.

“You’re mine and you’re going to feel it in every part of you,” he growled, slapping my bare bottom. His hand left a blooming red print in the shape of his fingers and palm, marking me. I cried out and his eyes flashed with victory.

*****

Annie is a pretty girl, a brave girl and a very, very naughty girl. Her poor life choices have managed to land her behind bars with the rest of Small City’s female miscreants – but she has not been forsaken. Kaine Scoresby, fledgling vampire and heir to an ancient vampire lord intends on taking her and making her his own.

Annie and Kaine are betrothed, or at least, they were once. But vampires cannot legally marry humans, and even if they could, vampires don’t see humans as equals. A human can be only one thing to a vampire: a pet. Kaine has no difficulty with that idea. Annie was always destined to be his, how she becomes his is a matter of semantics and spankings.

There’s only one problem. Annie. She’s never been obedient, let alone submissive, and behaving herself has never been her forte. But obedience has become more than a matter of pleasing Kaine, it has become necessary for her very survival. The worst place in the world for a bratty slayer with a penchant for staking vampires is the private home of a vampire clan where danger lurks around every corner, and perilous secrets abound – but that’s where she has to live.

If she’s to stay safe, Miss Annie Ring is going to to have to learn her lesson and learn it well, whether it be over Kaine’s knee, under the vampire’s lash, or ultimately at the hands of the powerful lord who rules them all.

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The Brat, the Bodyguard and the Bounty Hunter | Erotic Spanking Menage

“Cut it out!” Fiona whined as he urged her toward the security checkpoint. “I can’t go through there yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I have to smoke my… cigarette.” She gave him an arch wink.

Harris’s heart sank. She didn’t mean cigarette. She meant weed. Surely nobody would be so stupid as to bring marijuana to an airport. Surely…

“Let’s go outside,” she said gaily, pulling him the precise opposite way to the direction he wanted to go, his hand still gripping her arm. Harris allowed himself to be dragged only because outside was a good idea if she had illicit substances on her person.

In the bracing air of a New York afternoon, he pulled Fiona close and did what he should have done two weeks earlier. He took charge.

“Toss anything you have in the garbage,” he ordered. “Do it quick.”

“I’m not going to toss it,” she laughed. “I’m going to smoke it.”

“You are not going to smoke a joint in front of an airport,” he hissed in her ear. “See those men with guns? They’ll arrest you. Now throw it out, we have to get through security.”

“Ugh,” Fiona grunted. “You’re such a downer.”

Harris’s hand was in motion before he even realized it. He didn’t know he was going to smack her bottom until his hand was actually in contact with the round of her cheek, conforming to the tightly covered posterior. It was no gentle tap either, it was a hard, whacking slap that echoed up and down the pavement. It was the very least Fiona deserved, but it was a good start.

Fiona gasped and whirled about, her eyes filling with shocked tears. “You hit me!”

His heart was pounding, but he nodded curtly. “I did.”

“But…” she rubbed her bottom and opened her mouth as if to speak, but no words really came out. She looked as though she wanted to ask a question, but what could she possibly ask? ‘Why?’ was a foregone conclusion. He’d smacked her because she was refusing to ditch the weed. How he’d dared lay a hand on her? That was a better question. Harris had an answer for that too. He was at the end of his tether with the spoiled little madam. If she wanted to fire him for real, he was more than happy to accept that.

“Listen, Fiona,” he said grimly. “You’re used to people sucking up to you at every turn. I get that. But that’s not me, and it’s not how I work. So you can fire me if you like. You might make it to Milan, though I doubt you’ll get anywhere near the plane. Alternatively, you can keep me on and you can start listening and doing as you’re told, understand, young lady?”

Fiona stared at him wide-eyed while he lectured her, giving him the blank look of a woman who has never before come up against someone she couldn’t boss around.

Harris glanced at his watch. “You have two minutes to make this decision. If you want me to keep providing my services, you’ll dump the weed and adjust your attitude.”

Fiona stared on, apparently frozen. Had he broken her mind somehow? Was it really so inconceivable to her that someone might lay down the law for once?

“Sixty seconds,” he said. “What’s it going to be?”

*****

When runaway heiress Fiona Fayrefield hires bodyguard Harris Kingsley to protect her from her meddlesome father, Harris decides that his job includes putting the spoiled twenty-four-year-old brat over his knee for a long, hard spanking when he feels it necessary. For the first time in her life, Fiona discovers that doing whatever she wants, whenever she wants, is no longer an option.

After her father sends ex-military bounty hunter Tom Waters to bring her home, events take an unexpected turn and the two men soon join forces to protect Fiona, to tame her rebellious ways, and to bring her more pleasure than she ever imagined possible. But when they learn that she has more skeletons in her closet than they were counting on, will her fortune come between Fiona and the loves of her life?

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Virgin City, Lesbian Spanking Fantasy Romance

Clitera City is the crown jewel of Lesbia, a great bustling capital where fortunes are made and dreams come true. But it is also home to a seedy underbelly, and there can be no seedier than Reed, a lady layabout and ne’er do well into whose hands fate has delivered the city and all who dwell in her.

When Reed falls ill, and almost off a cliff, she is judged to have gone too far with her wicked ways. Illustrious seductress and witch, Ayla, is sent to redeem the second summoner and to set her on the straight and narrow.

However, this being Lesbia, the straight are hard to come by and the narrow tend to take all manner of twists and turns. Subduing Reed to the useful and the good will be no easy task.

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Military Discipline Book Three, Savage’s Woman *OUT NOW*

Over the past few years, smart mouthed savant Zora Matthews has been kidnapped, incarcerated, soundly spanked, and forced to work for both the government and rogue mercenary forces alike. It’s been a rough ride for the independent and oh so rebellious brat who bows to no man – save one.

Now she’s free, and finally with the hard nosed military man who started the whole troublesome saga by snatching her out of her life and putting her firmly over his knee. As long as they keep their heads down, they can live a normal life – or so they think.

It turns out that being normal is much more difficult than either Zora or Savage anticipated. When the military discovers their location and Zora and Savage must leave their simple life go on the run one last time, she can’t help but notice that he doesn’t seem to mind too much. Whilst hiding, Zora has to face the issues they’ve both been avoiding. Can they ever run far enough to escape the government? And does Savage really want to?

In the fast paced, hard hitting conclusion to the Military Discipline series, Zora and Savage must face the ultimate obstacles to their love – themselves.

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Something Spankingly Sapphic…

“Strip.”

The word was a verbal blade cutting through Sakura’s stammering.

Sakura looked up wide eyed. “Wha?”

“You don’t need clothes. You’re not going anywhere.”

Blushing, Sakura began removing her clothing. Though she had been naked with Deven many, many times, it was different when she was ordered to strip. And it was different when Deven remained unrelentingly clothed. Deven knew that. She knew precisely how Sakura felt, what it meant when she wiggled her hips and lowered her eyes and bit her lip without even knowing she was doing it. She was a picture of adorable contrition, but it wasn’t going to get her out of trouble.

“All of it.”

Sakura had peeled off her uniform, but it was not enough. Her bra and panties soon followed and then she was as naked as naked could be, every inch of her body bared to Deven’s firm gaze.

“Look at me.”

Sakura raised her eyes and watched as her lover’s gaze traveled her body. For a long moment, Deven paused, just drinking her girlfriend’s beauty in. Soon there would be tears and slapping and heated flesh, but in that moment there was nothing but the quiet and the elegant curves of a body that was hers to take, to love, to protect as she saw fit.

Sitting on the bed, Deven reached for Sakura, pulling her into position. She could have asked Sakura to put herself in the right place, but there was a certain something to be gained from showing her girl just how easily she could be handled.

Despite her size, Sakura was one of the most physcally agile and strong women on the ship. None of that mattered when she was sliding over Deven’s knee, her legs spread one on either side of Deven’s thigh so that her mound acted as a fulcrum over which her bared bottom swayed.

(From Sappho’s Brats.)