Caught and Spanked! The Hunter’s Pet

“Let me go!”

Wrangling her with one hand, he used the other to snap a collar around her neck. She squirmed and thrashed about like a fish out of water, fighting for her dignity as much as her freedom. He was secretly sorry he had to deprive her of both, but she was so defiant and resistant to good sense there was no other way of handling her. As she wriggled, he snapped a leash to the collar, getting her under effective control.

“Let. Me. Go!” She grasped the collar with both hands and tried to wrench it off her neck. It was a futile struggle, one that brought her to her knees. William did nothing but hold the leash as she thrashed around before inevitably tiring herself out in a fit of rebellion.

Finally she sat on the ground, panting angrily and staring up at him with an expression of pure venom. He could not help but smile. She was adorable, all the more so for the fact she didn’t mean to be. He admired her spirit. She would be a fine hunter’s pet once her training was complete. He could have taken her to the market and sold her for a thousand credits then and there. In six months, she’d be worth ten times that amount.

“We’re going to my home,” he told her. “It’s a secure compound on the west side of town. You’ll be well taken care of there. Unless you want to be dragged through the streets on this leash, I recommend you step inside the crate.”

“No,” she snarled.

He was really going to have to work on her obedience.
“Won’t go into the crate and won’t walk on the leash? That means I’m left with one option.”

“Beat me until I bleed, I will not do as you say.”

He leaned down. “I’m not planning on beating you just yet,” he said, hauling her up to her feet.

She bit him. Hard. A ring of teeth blossomed on his hand, followed by seeping blood from where her canines had made contact. Fortunately William had gotten all his shots before leaving on his hunting trip, including one that would protect him from the virulent flora in her mouth.

“We do not bite,” he said mildly, sitting on the crate. It was made of solid material and was strong enough to take both his weight and the weight of the spitting wild thing he pulled over his thighs. She was not wearing much in the way of clothing, which made his job easier. Her simple tunic looked like a very old t-shirt. Perhaps it had been colored once, now it was gray and mottled with dirt and grime. There was not much in the way of soap in the wilds. The tunic did not cover much of her body, and it covered even less when she was bent over in a prone position. The bare cheeks of her buttocks were vulnerable to his gaze and his palm as he began spanking her with a steady, measured pace designed to make a statement.

She yowled under his palm, but he was not sure whether that was from pain, anger, or frustration. He strongly suspected it was the latter two. He was not striking her with a hard enough force to genuinely produce the cacophony of noise that escaped her lips. Some of the sounds were not quite human, some were trills and growls, emulations of the natural world.

“If you act out, you’ll be punished. If you are violent, you can expect to have a very sore bottom.” He emphasized the point with a harder slap that made both her cheeks jiggle as his hand caught them in its sweeping path. She had a very nice body, toned and shaped from running wild, but with ample curves. Two of those curves were the unwilling recipients of some much needed discipline, turning pink with the continued application of his palm.

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*****

Sarah has lived her life in the wild lands, far from the city-dwellers who regard her as little more than an animal. Making use of her quick wits and the natural camouflage provided by a rare mutation, she has avoided being claimed as some hunter’s pet… until now.

For a man who must venture into the wilds to bring home food for the people of his city, acquiring the right hunting pet can be the difference between life and death. From the moment William laid eyes on Sarah he knew the beautiful green-haired creature was the only pet he would ever want, but training her will prove far more challenging than he could have ever imagined.

William feeds, bathes, and cares for the new pet he has captured, doing his best to win Sarah over with kindness, but when her defiance continues he must resort to more forceful measures and at last he spanks her bare bottom long and hard. Punishing Sarah earns him only a temporary respite from her rebelliousness, but even as her continued defiance drives him to his wits end William knows she is quickly becoming much more to him than just a pet.

To her surprise, living in William’s house brings Sarah a peace she never felt while running wild in the forest. When he teaches her both how a good pet should please her master and how a skilled man can please a woman, she cannot help but yearn for more. But when tragedy strikes and Sarah and William must leave civilization behind, will she stay by her new master’s side?

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Taught To Obey

Looking down, Eden realized she was naked. “What the hell is going on?”

“Training,” Mixer’s voice rumbled through her mind. She turned and saw him standing beside her. He was naked from the waist up, his broad torso all smooth muscle and black curling hair.

“What… what sort of training? And why aren’t I wearing any clothes?”

Solving the problem even as she asked the question, Eden reached for a nearby tapestry, tugged it off the wall and wrapped it around herself.

“You don’t need clothes,” Mixer said simply. “But don’t worry. I don’t intend to ravage you. This is obedience training. In this simulation, you’ll learn how to do as you are told when you’re told.”

Eden didn’t think so.

“We will start with a few positions,” he said. “On your knees.”

“You have got to be kidding… hey!”

Mixer crossed the space between them, pulled the tapestry away from her with a rough tug and tossed it away. “On your knees, wench.”

“Sheesh,” Eden grumbled. “Role play might be your thing, but it’s not mine.”

It was inevitable that he would swat her, and he did. He took a very firm hold of her arm, swung her around and smacked her toward the bed until she climbed up on it in an attempt to escape the stinging blows.

“Disobedience earns punishment,” Mixed growled. “Obedience earns reward. You’re half kneeling now anyway. Want to see what happens when you do what you’re asked?”

She was curious, and he was right. She was kneeling really, all she had to do was sit back against her haunches, which she did.

He smiled. To her surprise, he looked very handsome when he smiled. Rakish, almost. “Good girl,” he praised.

She was about to ask what her reward would be when he wrapped his hand softly around the back of her thigh and drew it up toward her bottom. His long fingers teased up the inside of her leg, drawing closer to the apex of her thighs where her quivering pussy was anticipating his touch.

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Spanked In Space, Sci-Fi Menage

Eden backed herself into the corner of the bed and the wall and looked at him balefully. “I don’t need any medical attention. I feel fine.”

“Feeling fine doesn’t mean that you are fine, brat.” He leaned over, his shoulders blocking out the light as he reached for her wrist. She squeaked as his large hand closed over her arm, taking up most of her forearm. He was a beast of a man. Eden had no chance of escaping his grasp. That didn’t mean she didn’t try. She kicked and squirmed and wriggled until her shirt rode up and her pants rode down, baring her midriff and butt.

Naturally, he took the opportunity to swat her on her exposed cheeks. His hand generated almost as much sting as Ghost’s paddle had, owing to the fact that it was almost the size of a dinner plate and it had only the resistance of her panties to work against. The result was quite devastating, a deep, whacking ache which made her whole body squirm with the desire to escape the punishment.

“Let me go!”

“Quit wriggling and behave yourself,” the order was growled against her ear as he palmed her bottom, almost covering both cheeks with one of his large mitts. “You’re not going to win like this.”

The fight went out of her. He was right. She wasn’t going to win by physically scrapping with someone four times her size. Collapsing against the bed, she went limp. Mixer wasted no time grabbing her up and setting her on her feet.

“Medical bay is this way,” he said, pointing a thick finger down the hall. “Or do you want a good spanking first?”

*****

Sentenced to spend the rest of her life in a prison colony as punishment for daring to stand up against oppression, twenty-eight-year-old Eden Wells has only one goal: to escape before she can be delivered to her fate. Unfortunately for Eden, two firm-handed men stand in her way.

From the moment the beautiful, defiant prisoner first set foot on their ship, Ghost and Mixer knew this job was going to be like nothing they’d faced before. Eden’s constant deceptions and endless mischief keep the men constantly on their toes, and though each attempt at escape earns her a long, hard paddling on her bare bottom, no punishment seems able to keep her compliant for long. Despite their best efforts, the men soon grow close to their troublesome captive and her charms attract them more each day, until at last they can resist no longer.

Eden has always craved someone strong enough to handle her, but until now no man had ever come close. Though she would blush to admit it, Eden quickly finds herself craving both their strict discipline and the confident, powerful way they lay claim to her body—sometimes both at the same time. But no matter how much she longs to be theirs forever, Eden knows that escape must be her top priority. Can she find a way to keep both her freedom and their love?

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Federal Discipline, Spanked by the F.B.I

Case Agent Jack Harley never wanted a female rookie. He certainly didn’t want a hot little smart ass like Jamie Black. She’s devious, disrespectful – and damn good at her job, which puts Jack between a rock and a hard place when it comes to the decision of whether or not to keep her around.

If he’s going to be stuck with the young agent, Jack decides there’s one thing for it. Good sound spankings – a lot of them. He’s a dominant man and he makes no apologies for it. As their relationship deepens, that domination extends outside the realm of the purely professional and into the bedroom, the one place Jamie can actually behave herself.

When a string of murders takes place, Jack and Jamie are drawn into a dangerous underworld of cult violence. And when Jamie herself becomes a target of a murderous mastermind, it becomes imperative they crack the case before their budding relationship is cut terminally short.

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The Barbarian’s Bride #1 In Historical Erotica

Making personal history for the author, The Barbarian’s Bride has reached #1 in Amazon’s Historical Erotica category. Woo!

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“I can see you, little witch,” he growled. “Front and center. Now!”

A slim, comely woman came out from her hiding place and wandered toward him without the slightest sense of urgency. Her demeanor seemed to say ‘yes, and what of it’. No question had yet been asked of her, but defiance was in every line of her attractive frame.

“What were you doing?” Rikiar asked the question, then held his hand up to stay the inevitable response. “Spying, I’ll warrant.”

“She’s beautiful,” Mara confessed without any guilt. “I wanted to see you take her.”

“Shameless!” Rikiar declared. “If you wish to experience such intimacies, you need only report to your betrothed.”

“My betrothed is not a princess,” Mara smiled prettily. Oh Mara was naughty and got away with far too much. As a member of Rikiar’s household, her discipline came under his purview. He had clearly been too forgiving of late, for he did not sense even a glimmer of remorse.

“There have been too many complaints about your behavior,” he said, “and now you do this. Come with me this instant.”

“Come with you?” Mara’s brows rose and she covered a laugh behind her pretty hand. “I see you do not wish to beat me here, lest your lady love hear.”

“Come now, Mara,” Rikiar growled. He strode to the room where he made ready for hunt or for battle, a room with all manner of weapons on the walls. Mara was not intimidated by any of it, for she knew very well that she was only there to meet his palm.

“Bend over that stool,” Rikiar ordered.

She obeyed, but with an expression of insolence, which made raising her skirts and baring her naked cheeks all the more satisfying. Clamping one hand at the back of her slim neck to ensure her continued cooperation, Rikiar laid his palm across her pale bottom once, twice, three times with the fullest of force.

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