Welcome to another Saturday Spankings! Today we have a little Oh, no, you did not just spank me spanks. Oh, yes, I did just spank you. What of it?Excerpt/Holiday Hangover:
Smiling mischievously, he twirled the ends of the whip along my abdomen, tickling me instead of lashing me. I fidgeted and laughed and decided I should thank my Secret Santa instead of cursing him or her. Raul dragged the soft leather strips along my arms, across my chest, between my breasts and down my torso. He teased my inner thighs with feathery touches of the whip. My skin tingled delightfully. He ended by swatting my pussy with the whip.
I snapped my legs closed and gasped. "Hey! What was that for?"
All work and no play has left Jane a very dull girl indeed. When she’s not working her day job, she’s spending any free time toiling for the benefit of her neighbors as the president of her condo association. At the annual holiday party, her Secret Santa gives her a basket full of naughty sex toys, someone’s inappropriate joke at her expense. Next thing Jane knows, she’s waking up in a strange bed with very little memory of the night before.
Sprawled across red satin sheets with a pounding headache and throbbing private parts, Jane struggles to recall whose bed she’s in before her new bed buddy finishes showering. Bits and pieces of memory come back to her, but the recollections don’t comfort, only confound her. It seems she’s going to have a merrier Christmas than she was anticipating.