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  A Spanking Good Time

  An Adventure, Twice Told

  by

  Cassandra Carr

  &

  Emma Lai

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  A SPANKING GOOD TIME—AN ADVENTURE, TWICE TOLD

  A SPANKING GOOD TIME

  COPYRIGHT 2013 by Cassandra Carr

  A SPANKING GOOD TIME—AT HER MERCY

  COPYRIGHT 2013 by Emma Lai

  Published by Sybarite Seductions, an imprint of Twenty or Less Press. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or Sybarite Seductions.

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  Table of Contents

  A Spanking Good Time by Cassandra Carr

  Leslie, as a natural Domme, works hard and plays harder. When she wins a trip to a private resort, she’s happy to discover her husband can escape the demands of his job as a special agent for the FBI.

  However, he does have the tendency to be snappy on vacation. So before they can indulge themselves in decadence, she must make it clear who’s in charge and that she’s to be obeyed.

  A Spanking Good Time—At Her Mercy by Emma Lai

  Tom is a special agent for the FBI. He loves his job, but it’s stressful, and when his wife takes control of their personal life—both in and out of the bedroom—he happily lets her.

  Whether at home or on vacation, he is her dutiful sub. But just because she’s in control doesn’t mean she holds all the power.

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  Praise for Cassandra Carr

  ~*~

  Back to Nature (Public Displays of Eroticism anthology)

  “I really liked this one, but it was definitely the naughtiest of the stories. It was definitely sexy, and I enjoyed the fact that there is history between the two characters; the love was definitely there. It was unapologetically kinky!”

  ~Scorching Book Reviews

  ~*~

  Service Ace (Close Contact anthology)

  “Fun short and sexy sports tale, with some sports lingo but mostly all the hot intensity. Cassandra Carr never seems to disappoint me!”

  ~For the Love of Reading

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  Loaded Question

  “Ms. Carr did a phenomenal job of bringing these characters to life in a very short story and giving the reader a heat level that is scorching while never compromising the plot or message of the story.”

  ~Sizzling Hot Book Reviews

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  A Spanking Good Time

  Leslie walked into the hotel suite and looked around. Her job as a sales rep for a large pharmaceutical company definitely had some nice perks as long as you worked hard, like this room with its granite-topped bar, large television, and a balcony showing off a fantastic view. She’d won this vacation from a sales contest, and had been thrilled when her husband, Tom, was able to take the week off from his job as a special agent with the FBI to tag along. He followed her in, rolling their two suitcases behind him. She smiled. “Put them in the bedroom, baby, and then come to the balcony.”

  Tom’s eyes held a quizzical expression, but he did as she bade. Of course he did; he knew the consequences for disobeying.

  No doubt his butt still smarted from the bare-bottomed hairbrush spanking she’d given him this morning before they’d left for the airport. Tom’s temper sometimes got the best of him, especially in high-stress situations like flying, which he hated, so she’d wanted to ensure he would remember the punishment for getting snappy with her. It had worked, and she’d chuckled as she’d watched him try to find a comfortable way to sit during the long flight from DC to St. Thomas.

  He exited the bedroom as she opened the French doors leading outside. Stepping out, she surveyed the view–miles and miles of ocean. Below them, people splashed in one of the resort’s pools or hung out at the bar right next to it, and further away there was a white sand beach with lounge chairs set out in small groupings.

  Perfect.

  Tom walked onto the balcony in her wake, closing the doors behind him, and then put his arms around her. “It’s awesome, honey. I’m glad I was able to take the time.”

  “Me, too.” She turned in his arms and looked at him. At six-foot-four and well over two hundred pounds of hard-packed muscle, Tom was quite the physical specimen. Dark brown hair and light blue eyes highlighted a face she couldn’t help but touch, and did, running her fingertips down his cheek. “Even though we’re on vacation, you know how important it is to behave, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Leslie. I won’t embarrass you.”

  “My company uses this resort all the time, and the staff no doubt knows I work there. The company made all the arrangements.”

  “I said I wouldn’t embarrass you.” If it was possible for a grown man to pout, Tom was doing it, the sides of his mouth turning down just slightly and his eyes narrowing.

  She loved him with all her heart, but sometimes…

  “Take off your belt and hand it to me.”

  “What?” Tom stepped back a bit, apparently surprised.

  “You heard me.” He started to go inside, and Leslie held up her hand to stop him. “No. Give it to me here.”

  “Les—”

  “Now.”

  Sighing, Tom took off his thick brown leather belt. If it were up to him, and it never was, he would wear a thinner dress belt rather than this well-worn, thicker, more casual one, but Leslie wanted the constant reminder of his role with him during the day as he moved through his world of bringing the lowlifes of this world to justice. He handed her the belt.

  “Against the wall,” she said, indicating the half-wall balcony. “Pull your shorts and underwear down and put your hands on the railing.”

  “Come on, Les. Not here. Please. At least not on the bare.”

  This was a common argument whenever she decided he needed a spanking anywhere in public. He always wanted to wait until they were alone at home, or take the spanking over his clothing. Leslie had learned a long time ago that with Tom, if you gave him an inch, he took a mile.

  “Tom, do you have any say in when or where you get spanked?”

  Tom dropped his gaze, suddenly very interested in the rough stucco of the balcony’s floor. “No.”

  “No?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  Tom was a submissive at heart, but, especially when he was tired or stressed out, he tended to brat her. That kind of treatment had never sat well with her and it didn’t now. He knew the rules.

  “And what happens when you question me?”

  “I get extra, ma’am.”

  “Extra what?”

  “Extra strokes, ma’am.”

  “Where?”

  “On my thighs, ma’am.”

  “Guess it’s a good thing you’ve got long board shorts to wear on th
is trip, then. Isn’t it? So no one will see the marks when we go to a beach in a little while.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Assume the position. Now.”

  Tom bent half over then unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. He grasped the sides and pulled them and his briefs down before placing both hands on the railing. To anyone below, he’d look like he was just checking out the view. Only the people staying in the rooms on each side or above them would be able to see Tom, and even then, they wouldn’t see much because of the wall and the angle. The balconies were staggered, so the nearest ones were about fifteen feet above and below and at a forty-five degree angle to theirs, while the ones to each side were about thirty feet away. The resort had been built with privacy in mind, but Leslie knew Tom would feel very exposed.

  She took a moment to admire Tom’s ass. He worked out to stay in shape for his job, and the taut muscles always drew her attention. She loved his ass—squeezing it, spanking it, and fucking it.

  Before they’d gotten married she’d laid her cards on the table—if he married her, she would be the head of the household and would spank and otherwise punish him if he got out of line. After what was obviously some hesitation, he’d agreed. She’d spanked him that very night, and then had told him she was going to use a strap-on to fuck his ass. He’d almost backed out, but then he’d told her he loved her and admitted he needed this kind of control in his life, so for the first time in his life, he’d bent over. Leslie had wasted no time impaling his ass. She still spanked Tom at least once a week and found time to fuck his ass a few times a month. If she waited longer than that, he behaved worse and worse until a real ass blistering and a long, hard ass fucking with his punishment dildo were in order. It irritated her that he couldn’t control himself better.

  He still bore the marks from her hairbrush that morning. She would only give him ten strokes with the belt—just enough to warm his butt again and remind him of who was in charge.

  Should she fuck him, too?

  She’d wait until after he’d taken the strokes from the belt to decide.

  She stroked her hand over his tight globes and Tom jerked a little. Nonetheless, when she reached around and grasped his cock, he was hard, as he often was when he knew he was about to be punished. “Is my bad boy turned on right now?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Tell me why.”

  “I—I don’t know.”

  “Yes, you do. Extra strokes. Tell me why.” She pumped his gorgeous, erect cock slowly as he swallowed and took a deep breath. This was another conversation they’d had before, but she wanted to reinforce her control over him.

  “Because I know there’s a possibility someone can see me.”

  “Someone can see you?”

  “Yes, ma’am. Someone might be able to see me with my pants down and you stroking me off.”

  “Or taking your belt to your ass.”

  “Yes, ma’am, that too.”

  “If you take your spanking like a good boy, maybe I’ll let you come.”

  “Thank you, ma’am.”

  She loved how submissive Tom became when he knew he had a spanking coming. She never even had to dress in any of those silly dominatrix costumes—she could dominate Tom wearing anything she wanted. Once she’d even pulled him over her lap for a long session with the ruler paddle while she’d been wearing her old Tigger nightgown.

  “I was going to give you ten strokes, but now I’m going to give you fifteen.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “This should go without saying, but keep your hands on the railing and remain silent.” She tapped his thigh with one hand. “Spread those legs, honey.”

  He did and took another deep breath.

  Before he had a chance to let it out, she’d swung and connected across the fleshiest part of his right cheek. Tom hissed, but held position. She’d been a tennis player in high school and college and still worked out—she could deliver a wicked stroke. Smoothing her hand over the forming welt, she squeezed a little then withdrew.

  Leslie landed the second stroke right below the first then quickly followed with the third stroke, in the same place, but on the left cheek. Tom briefly rose onto his toes but settled back down. “Good boy.”

  She landed the fourth and fifth strokes right on top of the crease where his ass met his thighs. Then she moved back up, placing the sixth stroke over the first one and continuing down through the seventh, eighth, ninth, and tenth.

  “You may thank me for your original punishment now.”

  “Thank you, ma’am,” Tom answered, his voice thick with pain. “I’m sorry for not telling you the whole truth before. May I have the extra strokes on my thighs now, please?”

  “You may.” Her pussy gushed. Leslie loved hearing Tom ask for his punishment. Every time he earned extras he had to ask for them and tell her why he was getting them. In the years they’d been together it had become obvious that additional bit of humiliation was one of the keys to his good behavior later. Tom had a strong personality, and though he’d agreed to be submissive, he sometimes seemed to intentionally bait her to see how she would react.

  She debated how far to place the strokes. Not all of the shorts he’d brought, particularly his cute little running shorts, came down as far as the board shorts he had for swimming. She’d keep the strokes higher in case someone else from her company was at the resort. It wouldn’t do to have one of her co-workers notice her husband’s bright red, obviously spanked thighs.

  She nudged his thighs back together and began. When she’d landed all five strokes, she ran her hand down the cleft of his ass and in between his legs. He widened his stance again and she gripped his balls, squeezing them.

  He gasped.

  “Whose boy are you?”

  “Yours, ma’am.”

  “Good answer. Wait here.”

  She went back inside the cool hotel room, leaving Tom on the balcony, shorts and underwear pooled at his feet and his spanked ass displayed. After going into the bedroom, she opened her suitcase and withdrew her harness and strap-on. Still fully-dressed, Leslie took her time fitting the harness around her hips, knowing Tom was probably out there sweating, in more ways than one, while he waited for her return. When the strap-on was in place, she grabbed a condom, the lube and toilet paper and then returned to the balcony.

  Approaching him from behind, she pressed up against him, the strap-on nestling into the crack of his ass. “Put the condom on me.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  She moved back a half-step and he turned. His erection had flagged some but was still at about half-mast. Tom rolled the condom onto the strap-on then turned back to the balcony wall again and placed his hands on the railing just like he had before.

  Leslie marveled—this high-powered man who had brought down some of the most brutal criminals in the world stood with his ass bared and spanked, waiting to take her strap-on.

  She lubed the long, thick cock generously then added lube to her fingers before sliding them into the tight heat of Tom’s ass. The first time she’d taken a man with a strap-on it had been such a heady feeling, but knowing it was Tom, her husband, only amplified that sensation. Sometimes she wore a double-ended dildo so she could get fucked while she fucked him, but today she’d chosen the single one, wanting him to know she was behind him, still fully-clothed and fucking his ass while he stood there helplessly.

  After withdrawing her fingers, she hastily wiped them on the toilet tissue before tossing the tissue on the floor then bent her knees a little to get the proper angle. He obediently opened his legs more, but it still wasn’t quite right.

  “Spread your cheeks for me, honey.” With a noticeable intake of breath, Tom reached back and grasped an ass cheek, one in each large hand, then pulled them apart. “Much better.” She loved having him participate in his own punishments by baring his own ass or spreading his cheeks.

  A surge of power flowed through her, but she forced it down so she could ent
er her husband’s ass slowly and not injure him. She watched as his asshole stretched around the large silicone dildo. Leslie had purposely purchased one that was as realistic-looking as possible, right down to the flesh color, veining, and large balls underneath.

  Tom didn’t say anything as the dildo sank farther and farther into his hole. He just kept breathing and holding his ass cheeks open, but his knuckles were going white.

  She knew Tom hated this part, knowing he was being punished in one of the most intimate ways possible and was completely helpless to do anything to prevent it. Leslie ran her hand down the back of his T-shirt. “That’s my good boy. Take the cock like a good boy.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Are you going to behave while we’re here?”

  “Yes, ma’am, I promise.”

  “Good.” She began fucking him in earnest, pistoning in and out of his ass. After a few moments she reached around and took hold of his cock, now fully erect again and slapping against his stomach with every stroke of the dildo inside him. “Come for me. Come all over the balcony wall like the dirty little boy you are.”

  That was all it took—he threw his head back as the first jets of cum flew out of his cock.

  She fucked him steadily all the way through his orgasm, and only when he was finally spent and leaning his head on his hands on the railing did she slow down. Leslie pushed all the way inside and leaned over to whisper, “I’m glad you’re going to behave. But I’m going to spank you every morning after our run anyway, just to be sure.”

  “Yes, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am,” he panted.

  “You’re welcome, my love.”

  ~The End~

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  About Cassandra Carr

  Cassandra Carr is a multi-award winning erotic romance writer with Ellora's Cave, Siren Publishing, Sybarite Seductions, Decadent Publishing, and Loose Id. She lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out online. Cassandra is the co-founder of two successful group blogs, Romancing the Jock and Dirty Birdies, and participates in several others as a contributor. Recently she was re-elected president of Western New York Romance Writers.