I have Megan Michaels here today with an excerpt from her new book Finding Submission! I'm so excited she came over to hang out! Have you read anything by her yet? If not you need to fix that- she writes some smoking hot stuff so be forewarned...
Hey Casey and fellow spanking fans! Thank you for hosting Finding Submission on your blog today. I hope you enjoy the sexy excerpt I have for you all today.
Preston Harrison is the picture of the gentleman Southern lawyer, as handsome and affable, as he was strict and precise. His ordered professional life suited him and his temperament, not a thing out of place, not an event unplanned. But he was more than a lawyer though -- he was also a Dom, and he made sure his personal life and professional life never intersected. Never that is until his world is turned upside down by one Avery Beauchamp, a stubborn, adorable, and way too sassy pocket Venus.
Being the only daughter of a respected Judge should’ve set Avery up for a life of ease, of privilege. But Avery had a habit of not doing anything she should -- she only did the things she wanted. Marching to the beat of her own (very smart-mouthed) drummer had always served the headstrong girl well… until the day she ran afoul of a little thing called the law.
A strict southern lawyer and a color-outside-the-lines misdemeanor offender should have been like oil and water. But when a Judge’s daughter finds herself on the wrong side of the law, she’s presented with a choice: a fine and possible jail time, or an alternative sentence. Preston -- against his better judgment -- finds himself agreeing to the rather unique sentence for the wayward girl: house arrest for Avery.
There was one problem for Avery though: the house where she would serve her sentence wasn’t hers -- it was Preston’s. Worse, as she learns what working for the strict Preston Harrison really means -- and how deep her own repressed desires might go -- she fears that she might lose more than her freedom to the devastatingly handsome Dom. She might lose her heart too.
Note: This BDSM erotic romance includes the following acts or themes: bare bottom spanking and other corporal punishment, D/s, explicit sexuality, anal play, and BDSM activity including kitty/pet play. If these acts or themes might be offensive to you, please do not buy this book.
In the following excerpt, Preston is cuddling with Avery after a punishment and they are discussing aftercare.
Avery did as she was told, and felt his body cuddle up to hers. He wrapped his leg over hers, and then tucked her into his chest. His arm settled over her body, his big hand cupping the weight of her breast, quietly and insistently kneading and squeezing. It was comforting. It was safe and secure.
“Why do you have a bed in here?” She looked back over her shoulder at him.
“Well, to do aftercare. It’s softer than sitting on the floor, and more comfortable than trying to curl up in a chair. I want to hold you and make sure you’re okay. I want you to feel cared for, and taken care of.” Preston turned her so she was facing him, pushing her hair over her shoulder. “Even though you were the cause of the punishment, and I’m the person who meted it out, I also want to be the person who gives you the love and attention you deserve. “
Avery didn’t know what to do with that. No one had ever cared how she felt after a scolding or grounding. Hell, most of the time, no one cared how she felt period. Sometimes the nannies did, but the people in her life had typically been too consumed with their lives to care about her. She stared at him, thinking.
“Such a serious girl. What’re you thinking about, Avery?”
“I… don’t know. I’m not used to this. People I know don’t treat me like this.” She averted her eyes, the admission making it suddenly too much to maintain eye contact.
“Explain that, sweetheart. What do you mean people don’t treat you like this?” Preston stroked her hair and brushed a light kiss to her forehead.
“Well, I haven’t been spanked in years, and as I got older I was grounded -- or just ignored. They would let me know they were angry and then they would leave me alone to stew and simmer in my room. But I never felt forgiven.” She pulled at a piece of loose thread in the bedspread. “I would feel bad, and when no one would talk to me I would feel even worse -- and because I felt bad I would just misbehave all over again.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Avery. If you’re punished in this house, you’ll always receive aftercare. It’s one of the benefits of being punished in my book. I’ll always care for your feelings, and what you have to say about anything. It may not stop a punishment, but it’ll let you feel heard. You’ll always know you’re restored to a clean slate, and that I haven’t lost my care and concern for you.”