Buying Trouble, PT 4: Sold To The Scariest Bidder

A brat named Eris breaks free of a slave trader, only to find herself in the presence of a deadly mercenary… my M/F sci-fi spanking romance series, Buying Trouble, continues :)

I’ll take her,” the merc said, or rather, intoned the words.

He reached into his robe, the one Eris was so suspicious of, and drew out a small dark velvet bag. He held it out to the merchant, over Eris’ head.

The merchant grabbed the bag, his face set in a greedy leer. His chunky fingers fiddled with the ties for a moment before he pulled it open. He let out a gasp, then his eyes went wide, and his face went pale. He stood frozen for a moment or two, dropped the bag and fled through the inebriated crowd with a gurgled scream. Keep reading…

Naughty Girl Spanked By Her Alpha

“You got me here somehow,” Addie replied. “So there must be a way to get me out again.”

“I’m afraid not.”

“You’re afraid not? You mean you won’t let me leave again,” she scowled at him. “I’m being held against my will, aren’t I?”

“That depends on whether you want to stay or not,” he said, his teeth flashing in an unrepentant smile. “If you want to stay, then no, you’re not being held against your will.”

“But if I want to leave, then I am.” She shook her head in disgust and let her temper get the better of her. “Ass.” Keep reading…

Taken by the Alphas, Hot New Shifter Menage

Caught between two powerful alpha shifters, Addie is in trouble…

After an unexpected snowstorm buries her campsite, twenty-five-year-old wildlife researcher Addie Spencer is left scrambling for survival in a remote valley in the Alaskan wilderness. Exhausted and desperate, she takes shelter in a cave, only to witness a series of events so unbelievable that she promptly writes them off as a dream.

Addie awakens in the home of a man who introduces himself as Adam. Her handsome rescuer explains that since the snowfall has made the journey out of the valley impossible, she will need to stay with him until spring. Irritated by his commanding tone, Addie responds rudely to Adam, but to her shock he pulls her over his knee and spanks her bare bottom soundly.

Despite her fury at being punished in such a shameful fashion, Adam’s dominance ignites desires in Addie that she never would have expected, and soon she is begging for more as he takes her long and hard. Addie’s situation becomes far more complicated, however, when a huge, ruggedly attractive brute of a man named Armel confronts Adam and attempts to claim Addie for himself.

As events unfold around her, it eventually becomes clear to Addie that what she saw back in the cave was no dream. Adam and Armel are both shifters, one a wolf and the other a bear, and they both want her as their own. Will Addie be forced to choose between them, or can the two fiercely dominant beasts find a way to share their headstrong little human?

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Buying Trouble, PT 3: A Hard Slave To Sell

Eris stared up at the man who held her. The rest of the patrons had moved away from him the moment he caught her, as if his personal space was a tangible force field.

He wore the low, circular black broad brimmed hat of a mercenary and blue robes edged with black silk tied tightly across his chest and flaring out to his feet. Those robes hid a multitude of sins, Eris was sure of that. His hands were wrapped in synthetic leather coverings designed to protect a clenched fist. Of all the people she could have run into, this was the worst. Mercenaries ranked somewhere below slave traders in the hierarchy of scum.

Behind her, the trader came pushing through the crowd. Eris was gratified to see his nose bloodied where the flying table had hit it. It was the very least he deserved.

“That is mine,” the trader said, pointing at her. “That little bitch.”

The brim of the hat lifted as the mercenary looked at the merchant. Eris saw his face then, strong chin and jaw, hard, high cheekbones, dark eyes set in an angular way which gave him a perpetual squinting appearance.

“Yours?”
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Buying Trouble, PT 2: No Gags For Public Use

“Who says I’m a virgin?”

“The doctor will,” the handler said, hauling her into a low slung building with a shimmering blue cross hovering above it.

“I want a certificate of purity,” he grunted at the lady behind the counter.

“I can tell you now, he’s not pure,” Eris quipped. The woman smirked. The trader slapped Eris’ butt again, making it burn like blazes.

“Watch the merchandise,” she yelped. The slaps were starting to add up and get damn painful. If he kept it up, she was going to have to consider actually behaving herself. “Nobody is going to want me if you thrash my ass off.”

“I need a certificate for this one,” the trader said. “And a gag.”
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Buying Trouble, PT 1: A Stolen Slave Is Spanked

"I don't need an examination, I'm not sick! OW!" Eris grasped her hot, stinging backside and scowled at the man who had dealt her the slap. He was a big, burly bearded creature who stank of beer and she hated him more than she hated anything in the world. He was everything she was not. He was tall and she was short, he was fat and she was slim. He was old and ugly, and she was young and cute - a twenty year old snub-nosed blonde with a big mouth and a bigger attitude.

"Silence, girl," the trader growled. Three days earlier he'd snatched her from the fields where she was scavenging crops to feed herself. He'd been so pleased with himself in the beginning, figuring he could take her to the trade city of Solaris and sell her at one of the alien markets. He wasn't pleased now.

"I'm healthy," she insisted. "Look at me. I don't have any pock marks. There's no rot on me, and I have all my hair.” She plucked at the strands of her blonde locks just in case he'd missed them.

"The doctor's not checking your hair, girl,” he guffawed, as if he'd made a joke. If he had, Eris didn't get it.

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The Doctor Commands Obedience…

“I think you’ve needed a good spanking for a long time,” he said, his voice gravelly and low, his eyes holding hers with a relentless gaze. “You’ve needed someone to take you in hand, turn you over his lap and spank your bottom red.”

“No I haven’t,” she said, squirming. She was blushing more brightly now, avoiding his gaze by staring at his forehead instead of his eyes. She stuffed her hands beneath her butt, as if that would protect her from the spanking she knew she deserved.

“I think you have,” he drawled. “Those online rants sounded like a brat begging for someone to do something about her. Did anything happen to you, Chloe? Did you get the response you were looking for?”

“Yeah anything happened! People got mad,” Chloe exclaimed. “I fucked up my career. I had to take this movie in the middle of nowhere, but…”

“What if someone had come and taken your phone off you before any of that happened. If someone had given you a damn good thrashing after the first tweets? You think you’d be here now?”

“Well,” she shrugged. “I guess not.”

He sat up straight, put the receiver to the side and patted his lap. “Come over here, Chloe.”

“What? Why?”

“You know why.”

“Come on, Paul,” she pleaded. “Don’t do this to me.”

“Remember the rules, Chloe,” he said calmly. “The rules you agreed to when you took this movie. You’re living in my world now. You do as I tell you to.”

“But I haven’t done anything!” Her voice rose to a whine. She’d never been spanked in her life, never thought about the possibility of being spanked either. Like a lot of things, that was something that only happened to other people.

“It’s not whether you’ve done anything or not. It’s whether you do what I’m telling you to do now.”

She made a sound that was something like a whine, but was really more of a squeak. Truth be told, she couldn’t have gone over there if she’d wanted to. She was frozen with a paralyzing embarrassment which didn’t allow her to do anything other than sit there and stare at him like a deer in the headlights. It wasn’t about any desire to be a rebel anymore. It was an overload of confusion, excitement, and the sort of fear that made her clit tingle. Chloe found herself utterly mesmerized by the handsome older man who seemed so sure of himself. In that moment, the weight of his life experience, his military background, his survival skills, his undeniable authority all combined to make his presence fearfully arousing.

The moment stretched out for what seemed like an eternity before he took pity on her. Instead of repeating himself, Paul stood up then sat down on her bed next to her. He reached his large hand out to hers as he had done before, but instead of shaking it, he used his grasp to pull her over his thighs. She was so shocked by the situation that it wasn’t until she felt herself tipping over his lap that she suddenly snapped to realization and started to squirm.

“Settle down,” he said, his deep voice calming her momentarily. “You’re not in trouble. I want you to have some idea of what this feels like so you can avoid trouble later on. We both know you’re not going to find this easy, Chloe. But you need to know what you’re getting into.”

She felt his palm descend on her bottom, lightly cupping her ass. Her leggings provided very little in the way of protection. She could feel the warmth of his palm against her skin through the relatively thin fabric and wished she’d worn underwear with more coverage than a thong.

There was a brief moment in which all her attention was on his palm and the way it felt to have him touching her ass that she almost forgot what she was there for. That moment didn’t last long. His hand drew away and returned with a stinging slap.

“Ow!” She let out a cry of surprise and shock. “That hurts!”

“Spankings do hurt,” Paul said. “They’re designed to get your attention, teach you a lesson on a level you won’t forget. See, I could spend two weeks telling you what it was like out there, or telling you why it’s important you do as you’re told, but no combination of words will do for you what one good, sound spanking will.”

His palm left her bottom again and returned with a harder slap, this time delivered to her other cheek. Chloe stiffened and whimpered as the sting spread across her bottom, a hot tingling sensation that made her feel like little invisible prickles were being dragged across her butt.

“Ow! Okay! I get it!” She tried placating him. “I’ll do as you say. You don’t need to do this.”

“I do need to do this,” he replied, landing two more slaps to her now quivering butt cheeks. “Because if I ever need to discipline you for real, I want you to have had a taste of what’s coming. If I have to spank you for real, you’ll find out just how gentle this is.”

As he spoke his palm was moving from one side of her bottom to the other, slapping her cheeks with swift, stinging slaps that compounded the heat in her cheeks until she was squirming and grasping at the scratchy blanket, his leg, anything that might somehow get her off his hard lap.

She’d imagined what it would be like to be held against his body, but not this way. His thighs were two hard ridges under her soft belly, a muscular, masculine plane against which she was pinned with ease. He was so casually strong, barely exerting any effort at all to keep her in place as he spanked her butt to a toasty heat.

“Okay, Paul, I get it!”

“No you don’t,” he said calmly. “Not yet.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because you’re struggling. You’re trying to control this. You’re not understanding the message of this spanking at all, which is that I decide when you get spanked and when you don’t.” His palm cupped her bottom firmly as he leaned down, his voice gravelly in her ear. “You’re mine, Chloe. In every sense of the word. You have one choice: to obey.”

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This excerpt is from The Doctor’s Command, my latest spanking romance…

Twenty-one-year-old actress Chloe Smyth was well on her way to being America’s next sweetheart, but then a very public, very drunk rant about some of the most important people in Hollywood left her reputation in shambles and her star power all but gone.

Desperate to get her career back on track, Chloe accepts a role in a ground-breaking film chronicling the heroics of Paul Reynolds, a stern, handsome military doctor who kept a young nurse safe while caught behind enemy lines, but it isn’t long before she regrets her failure to read the script–or even the contract itself–before she signs on to the project.

To her shock, Chloe quickly discovers that she will be required to live as her character did for several weeks of realistic training, including sleeping in a tent at night and hiking long distances each day. Most out of the ordinary of all, though, is her co-star. Rather than a pampered actor playing the male lead, it will be Paul himself, the very man who inspired the film, and he will demand the same absolute obedience from her that he did from the real-life woman he rescued.

Chloe soon learns that Paul is not a man to be trifled with, and when she whines about the harsh training and fails to do as she is told he does not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly. More embarrassing still, he tells her in no uncertain terms that she is in desperate need of a dominant man to take control of her life. As the days pass, Paul proves more than ready to be that man, and his firm-handed discipline and masterful lovemaking leave her feeling safe and satisfied in a way she never has before, but will he still be there for her after the credits roll?

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