Wednesday, June 3, 2015

A-Z Challenge~ "I Don't Like Spanking You"

Welcome back to the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews.

I am on to letter C and I am going to insist that if you have not read Aubrey Cara's debut novel, Chasing Delia, then you need to fix that right now! Aubrey has this awesome way of mixing up emotional, poignant moments with humor. I am pretty sure I cried and laughed right through this scene the first time I read it.

In spanking romance the dominant partner tends to spank the submissive in order to resolve something. An argument, some disobedience, or an infraction that may or may not be believable to receive a spanking for in real life. But what happens when the tables get turned? In this excerpt Delia and Jake have had a pretty big falling out and now she just had an emotional showdown with her mother, who pulled a gun on her. 

Jake is looking for order to be restored and he lets on to Delia that he would like to spank her, for no other reason than he just likes to. But agrees, in this case, he deserves it more than she.  

Delia stood dumbfounded for a moment staring at Jake leaning over his tailgate, bare-assed. She had thought it befitting for him to have to take a spanking, but now she wasn't sure if she was the right person to do it.

Squaring her shoulders she took in a nervous breath, rubbing her hands together in preparation. Then rubbing her suddenly sweaty palms down the front of her jeans. She hopped in place for a moment, like a boxer. He looked back at her with a brow quirked. “Just warming up,” she said. “I don't want to hurt my hand.”

He pulled a face, and she could hear him choke back a laugh. “You're supposed to feel guilty,” she said. “This isn't funny, Jake.”

At this statement he really did laugh. She huffed behind him. Folding her arms across her chest, she waited for him to pull himself together. “Are you done now?” she asked.

His, “Sorry, yes, go for it,” came out choked.

“I don't know why you think I'm so funny,” she said. “You're the one with your naked ass bent over a tailgate.” At that his sniggering abruptly stopped. “That's what I thought.”

She sidled up to him, rubbing her intended mark. She wasn't sure why this was so difficult. He never seemed to have a problem dishing out the spankings. She was making herself nervous again, so she drew back her hand, forcefully slapping it down on his bottom. His hard bottom. Her hand stung. She suddenly felt like crying as she shook out her poor limb.

She had to remind herself why she was doing this. “This is for thinking I'd lie to you,” slap, “and try to get pregnant.” She pulled back and did it again. Her mind ran through the past two days as she spanked Jake. Unbidden tears came to her eyes, having nothing to do with her stinging hand. “And this is for driving through the night to chase after me,” slap, “and coming here,” slap, “and seeing this place. And my mama,” weak slap. Her throat clogged and her breath hiccuped on a sob “And telling me you love me. And that you'd want me to have your baby.”

She couldn't spank anymore. Once one tear trickled down, then another. The flood gates opened. She cried as if her heart were breaking. Big sobs shook her frame. It was all too much. All the emotional ups and downs of the past twenty-four hours broke free. She was barely aware of Jake fumbling up his pants. Then she was pulled onto his lap as he sat on the back of the tailgate. He rocked her, making soothing shhing sounds, stroking her hair. She felt so loved, and that made her cry harder. She had completely overreacted.

“I'm sorry Jake. This place, along with all that happened. And stupid Connar. And I don't like spanking you. That wasn't like getting spanked. I didn't enjoy it at all.” She knew she was rambling.

“Shhh, nothing to be sorry for, star shine,” Jake said. “For the record I prefer to be the spanker, rather than the spankee. But if you ever say I'm getting spanked, I'll know you mean business. I'll be carrying your handprints for a while.”

She smiled through her tears. Holding her injured hand palm up, she said, “I think I hurt my hand. Your butt's like a brick.”

He chuckled kissing her hand. He pushed the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead as she pulled in a shaky breath. Then he laid a gentle kiss on her lips.

With the delivery of one Dear John letter and a set of divorce papers, Delia Myers is on a her way to self-discovery. First stop: Embracing she’s a terrible judge of character. Especially when it comes to men.
Jake Forrester is a small town cop, who is beyond charming, and hunky enough to have every female in a hundred mile radius panting after him. Basically everything she is trying to avoid. Too bad he’s been determined to chase after her from the second he’s laid eyes on her oversized floral granny panties.
She may run, but can she hide from love?
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  1. Looks like a fun read Casey! Doing all these hops and finding so many good books to read could get expensive fast:) Congratulations Mrs. Cara looks like an awesome first book!

  2. Provocative excerpt. Loved the deeply emotional tone, and how the hero provided such sweet and tender aftercare, despite the unique role reversal. Lots of swoon-worthy "feels."

  3. I absolutely loved this book although it completely put me through the emotional ringer.