A Spanking to Make Her Smile- Saturday Spankings

Welcome Saturday Spankos!! My book is now available on Blushing Books, so if you haven't scooped it up yet, you have one more venue to choose from.

I haven't done the Saturday Spankings in a while, but I am still sharing from my most current release Call Me Yours.

At this point Caitlin and Simon have just had a pretty big fight and she responded by going out and getting drunk, and then getting very sick. Simon had to come and save her and now she's having morning after guilt as well as thinking he is about to dump her.

She's trying to decide how she can leave with her dignity in tact when he drops the bomb that he plans to spank her.

"You're going to spank me?" she asked, as she blinked back at him.

"You better believe it, and hopefully you will never think it's a good idea to go out and drink on an empty stomach, and then attempt to drive your drunk ass home," he told her, sternly. "I don't want to think about what might have happened if Ben hadn't called me, anyone of those guys you were dancing for could have taken you home with them last night."

She wiped at her face with the back of her hand and tried to process his words. He intended to punish her for last night, not dump her; it also sounded like he was jealous she might have gone home with someone else. Her feelings of despair slowly turned to joy as she realized Simon wasn't washing his hands of her.

"Why are you smiling at me?" he asked, as he drew his eyebrows together.

"I thought you were dumping me," she admitted.

Caitlin may have met her match. Hopefully he's not more than she bargained for!

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

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Can You Have a Sweet Alpha Male?

How real do you need your characters to be?

I am the first one to say that fiction is fiction, it isn't always entirely believable and I think most readers will forgive some unrealistic characteristics if they like the story and relate with the characters.

I try to make my characters relatable, I want them to seem real, to seem like people you might meet in your day to day life. But I also want them to be nice and likable.

How do you do that when you are writing about a dominant alpha male who spanks?

It is very possible he is going to do or say something that makes you hold your e-reader away from your face and go "Oh, no he didn't!" Possibly with a head swivel and all. 

I think it's also hard to write a modern day, contemporary piece with a woman who gets spanked. Now you have the dual problem of your main man seeming like a dick and the heroine seeming like a simpering fool because she won't stand up for herself.

It's a delicate balance, and you can't make everyone happy. If it is true to life at least a little bit, then some of the characters are going to be a little unlikable once in a while.

Etta Stark actually cracked me up with her review (you can read it here at Spanking Romance Reviews) for my newest book Call Me Yours, she talks about how she really didn't like my hero, Simon, right from the start.

In the book my heroine, Caitlin, needs some cash and she decides to become a phone sex operator. When she first brings the idea up to Simon he tells her in no uncertain terms that she will never do that.

Etta's reaction to this- "What gives, Simon? You give a girl oral sex one time and now you think you get to dictate how she lives her life? Well, that’s not how things work in the real world, matey."

But really, how else would Simon, this dominating alpha male react? Is he going to give her a long drawn out response about how charging per minute for a simulated sexual experience over the phone is setting back the work her feminist sisters have been doing toward women's equality since before she was born?

No.

What dude would say that?

So I gave him a real life answer. He just simply tells her "No."

Don't worry, Caitlin is equally as put off with Simon's answer as Etta was (and I think I was too when writing it).

But my point is- I inadvertently made him a dick, and then when I realized this, I left him that way because it seemed more real to me.

Don't worry, he does redeem himself (at least Etta seemed to think so), we get to see his sweet softer side.

My question is though, how real do we want our romances? I'd like to think I pushed myself this time around in trying to make my characters seem less like characters and more like people. Caitlin is kind of a spoiled princess and she's not exactly the sweetest person to Simon in the beginning. Simon is an alpha male, used to people heeding his advice, he can come off as kind of prickly.

I didn't sugar coat them. I wrote their back and forth arguments as if they were sitting here with me. And then after I got down their words I didn't tone them down, I let them be jerks. Because, in real life, sometimes we're all jerks.

Do you prefer the characters in your romances to be real? Or would you rather have some synthetic sugar coated sweetness?

There is no right answer. I am just curious what readers think.

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Love is a Four Letter Word- WIP it Up Wednesday

At this point I feel like a big old cheater because I am still not sharing a WIP this week. In my defense I am working on such a work in progress that it barely makes sense to me right now, never mind sharing it. So just consider yourselves lucky!

I am still excited to post for WIP Up Wednesday and Melody Parks is nice enough to let us share from Works, that are no longer in progress.

This is from my book Call Me Yours, I've been sharing snippets over the weeks so you might be familiar with Caitlin and Simon by now. At this point in the story they have had a huge argument over Caitlin being a phone sex operator, Simon told her he didn't want her whoring herself out. So she retaliated by going out and getting drunk with her best friend Amanda and then ended up dancing on the bar, where guys were throwing money at her.

At this point Simon has decided it's time for Caitlin to go home:

"Put me down!" she shrieked the moment they were outside and he could hear her over the music.

He dumped her on her feet, then stuck his arm out to steady her as she careened sideways. She was more drunk than he anticipated.

Ben and Amanda were a few feet down the sidewalk. Amanda was giggling as his brother leaned in close to her.

He rolled his eyes and redirected his attention back to Caitlin. She tried to stumble away, but tripped on her heels. She placed her hand on his shoulder and kicked her shoes off, leaving them abandoned in the middle of the sidewalk. She took off at a fast pace down the block.

"Where are you going?" he called after her.

"I parked down this way!" she yelled back.

"Get in my car and stop being ridiculous," Simon warned as he steered her toward his passenger door.

"You're not the boss of me!" She landed a kick to his shin and he was grateful she was still barefoot, her toes would hurt more than his shin did in the morning.

He opened the car and pushed her inside, placing a hand on her head so she didn't bump it, then he reached across her and snapped her seat belt in place. He slammed the door shut and took her purse from Amanda.

Amanda and Ben said goodbye to him and wished him luck. He said nothing as he tossed her purse into the back seat and buckled his seatbelt.

Caitlin slumped in the passenger seat and he glanced over to see if she was awake.

"Did Ben call you?" she asked.

"Yeah, he thought he would need help getting you both out of there," Simon answered as he pulled his car onto the road.

"Snitch," she said.

"How much did you drink, Cait?" he asked.

She shrugged and shook her head. Then she leaned back on the headrest and shut her eyes. "I'm not a whore," she mumbled.

"Dancing on a bar and letting guys throw dollar bills at you was a really good way of convincing the world of that fact," he spat out. He was angry and jealous. Anyone of those guys could have taken her home tonight if Ben hadn't shown up and called him.

"God!" she yelled in frustration. "Just shut up! I can't believe I let myself fall in love with you!"

Simon's head snapped around to look at her again, "What did you say?"

"I said, 'shut up'!" she yelled at him.

"No, the other part. Did you say you fell in love with me?" Simon trained his eyes back on the road as Caitlin let out a frustrated sigh. She didn't answer his question and they both sat in silence as he steered them toward home.

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

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Commanding Her Body- Saturday Spankings

It's that time again for Saturday Spankings. Hopefully we have exorcised all the poltergeists and my link is actually working the first time.

We can call it a Saturday Spankings miracle :)

Today I have a little more from Call Me Yours. It's on sale as we speak, so go buy a copy. I'll wait.

Okay, well if you just bought your own copy I guess you don't need to read this, but I will share anyway.

In this scene Caitlin is not sure whether or not she should be taking Simon seriously. I mean, she does call him Serious Simon, but he seems to be teasing her, right? Or maybe not?


"I thought you were specifically told that you were not to wear underwear until further notice?"

She gave an unsure laugh, "You were serious?"

"Deadly," he answered.

Her pulse picked up and she felt the familiar wetness seep between her thighs, how could he command her body with just a few words?

She laughed again, covering her nervousness, "I thought you were kidding."

"Nope, not kidding," he continued. "So I think you need to take these pants off now," he added as he peeled her pants the rest of the way to the floor.

She squealed as he turned her around and gave her ass a hard slap.

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

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Talking Her Way Out of a Spanking-- Call Me Yours

And here we are again! It's Wednesday which means it's WIP It Up Day!!

Again, I am not sharing a snippet for a WIP... I am having words with my current WIP so let's not go there. Instead let's take a look at a scene from a book that was once a WIP but is no longer, it has sprouted it's wings and blossomed into a full fledged novella :)

Call Me Yours is the story of two people falling in love, with a little phone sex and spankings thrown in. Oh, and regular sex too, it's not just all on the phone!

At this point in the story Simon was upset with something Caitlin had hid from him and he had promised retribution... in the form of a spanking. He also already decreed that she could not wear panties until further notice, she is not okay with either of these things.

She reached into a laundry basket, that she assumed were clean clothes, and rustled through until she found a pair of underwear. She was about to slip them on when Simon grabbed her wrist.

"Absolutely not, I was serious about what I said," he told her.

"What?" she asked, and looked back at him in shock. "You cannot be serious. You can't tell me that I'm not allowed to wear underwear."

"I'm pretty sure I can," he answered, with a look so smug she wanted to smack it right off his face. He tugged on her arm and pulled her into the bed beside him.

"What do you supposed you'll accomplish with that?" she wondered out loud.

"For one, it wouldn't kill you to learn how to follow directions, even if it is something as meaningless as your underwear."

She pulled her wrist from his grasp and folded her arms. Meaningless to him maybe, but going commando could prove to be an uncomfortable addition to her day to day life.

"And secondly, I sort of like knowing that you'll be readily available to me, whenever I want," he wiggled his eyebrows at her and leaned his head in.

She pushed him away, still annoyed at him telling her what to do, and worried about this apparent spanking, "I told you, I'm tired."

"Alright then," he said, pulling the covers back and guiding her under them. "We'll just go to sleep."

She tried to get comfortable as he wrapped his arms around her and spooned her from behind, but where as other nights she found his presence comforting, tonight it felt suffocating.

As she let out a sigh and rotated her pillow again, punching it to redistribute the stuffing, Simon propped up on his elbow and looked at her.

"So, you being so tired had nothing to do with my earlier warning that I was going to spank you, right?"

"Hmm?" she feigned innocence. "Oh, I had completely forgotten about that."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess the sunshine and the alcohol and good time took a toll on me. I'm just so tired, and forgot you had even said that."

Simon's eyes never left her face, there was a streetlight outside her window, lighting her room enough that they could clearly make out each other's features.

"You're a terrible liar," he told her, and then kissed the tip of her nose.

She let out a hrumph and flopped back onto her pillow.

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

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Everyday Dominance- Saturday Spankings #satspanks

Welcome for some Saturday Spankings! Today I am offering a little snippet from my hot, new release Call Me Yours-- available now at all kinds of retailers!

In this scene Caitlin and Simon have just started up something. It's at that weird point where you don't know how to label it, and you're still getting used to the other person and all their personality quirks- like them being a dominant, alpha male.

Simon may have just tipped his hand, but Caitlin isn't about to lie back and take it.

"I should have waited for you, I could have given you a ride."

She smiled, trying not to show the exhaustion on her face from having walked six blocks in unsteady heels. "Nah, I'm fine."

"I don't know if I like you out walking alone in the dark." His hold on her elbow was firm, and his other hand found a spot on the small of her back.

She lifted her eyebrows at his statement. "I didn't know you were in the business of deciding where I can walk alone."

His mouth twisted and she had the distinct feeling he was biting his tongue. She watched as he schooled his frustrated facade into a pleasant smile. "I'll drive you home, wait for me."

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

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Phone Sex and the Neanderthal

I'm sharing a shorter excerpt from Call Me Yours today than I have been sharing, but I wanted you to get to know Caitlin and Simon a little better. They aren't always having sex all the time. 

At this point Caitlin is realizing she might be in a little over her head with this alpha male. She's just dropped the bomb that she wants to pursue a career in the phone sex biz, Simon is not so eager about the prospect.

"What are you talking about?" Simon asked Caitlin.

"Phone sex," she responded. "I'm good at it, right? Liz knows some girl who does it and makes tons of money."

"No." Simon shook his head as he unlocked his car.

Caitlin stopped walking and looked up at him. "What?"

"I said, no. You aren't doing that," he said. He opened the passenger door and gestured for her to get in. "Come on, let's get you home."

She remained where she stood and folded her arms, "I don't believe I was asking your permission."

"You wouldn't like doing it. I'm just saying, it would probably make you uncomfortable. Come down to the bar tomorrow, I'll show you around and we can figure out some shifts for you."

She shook her head, "How is flaunting my cleavage and getting guys drunk so they'll tip me any different?"

"Who said anything about flaunting your cleavage?" Simon began to raise his voice.

"That's how waitresses get tips!" she shouted at him.

"Says who?" he yelled back.

They were interrupted by Amanda flinging her arms around Caitlin. "Gotta go, Ben says it's time to leave."

Caitlin said goodbye to her friend and waved to Ben. She reluctantly got into Simon's car and refolded her arms across her chest.

"Did you have fun tonight?" Simon asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, until some Neanderthal thought he could tell me how to live my life," she bit out.

Simon sighed, "I'm not telling you how to live your life. But if you need some cash then working as a waitress is a lot better than whoring yourself out."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever." She was too tired to fight with him, she didn't agree, but she knew this conversation was going nowhere. She had plenty of practice from living a life with her father to know when a pig headed man would not be swayed.

"Keep it up," he warned.

Caitlin's body responded to the edge in his tone. "Keep what up?"

"If you're trying to push my buttons, you're succeeding."

The drive was mercifully quick and Simon leaned over, giving her a heated kiss before he exited the car. He was high handed and a know-it-all to boot, why the hell did she find that so sexy?

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?  

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The Center of His Universe-- Call Me Yours, Out TODAY!

It's out! It's out! Call Me Yours, Available NOW!!! (Can you tell I am excited?)

It is no longer a WIP since it is now published, but it was once a WIP and that still counts, yes?

This is the end of the scene I shared the beginning of on Monday and the middle of yesterday. You can go catch up if you want.

The dance between his fingers and mouth over her sensitive areas sent her wriggling. She gyrated her hips and moaned.

"Simon," she panted and wove a hand through his hair, needing to touch him, trying to convey the sheer pleasure he was bringing her.

His teeth scraped against her clit and she cried out in surprise, then it was back to tongue and lips. So soft in comparison, his fingers worked inside of her, expertly playing her.

She cried as she fell over the edge. No longer self conscious about the angle he viewed of her body; no more worrying that he was not enjoying himself as much as she. All thoughts fled her mind as pleasure rushed in. There was nothing else. No couch beneath her, no empty pizza box on the table in front of them, no television flickering in the background. It was just Simon, giving her what she needed, making her the center of his universe for one tiny moment in time.

Sweat beaded on her skin and she gulped in much needed air.

He withdrew his fingers and rested his chin on her naked belly, true to his word he watched her face as she came.

She looked down at him, not knowing what to say. "Thank you," was the first thing that came out.

He smiled at her. "No need to thank me, I've been wanting to do that for three months."

She blushed to her roots. She had been avoiding him, thinking he hated her, what had she been missing out on?

"Oh," she lamely answered, and then barely stifled a yawn.

"It's late, let's get you home." He stood, but leaned over to kiss her mouth before pulling her to stand and helping her get dressed.

She could taste the salty tang of her own sex on his lips.

Caitlin covered her face with her hands. What had she just done?

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?  

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Oral Sex on Serious Simon's Couch-- Excerpt from Call Me Yours

I'm releasing another teaser from my impending release Call Me Yours. It will be available on Amazon tomorrow, so watch for it!

I like a man in charge. Mr. McKay can be a bossy alpha male occasionally in our daily life, but anytime we got into the bedroom he would wait for me to call the shots. Sweet, yes, but not what I want. So I told him to be a little more dominant. Do you know what? He listened.

Now I feel like I have a case of "Be Careful What You Wish For"- not that it is unpleasant. I am just caught off guard every single time. Sometimes I get annoyed and then I have to remind myself that I asked him to be in charge. Right, seemed like a good idea at the time!

Caitlin is having a similar struggle in making herself relax and letting Simon take over.

This picks up where yesterday left off. Simon is keeping full control on the make out session in progress. Caitlin keeps trying to direct where things are going, but he is having none of that.

He gave an appreciative sound, "Beautiful," he murmured, before his head dipped back down to her breast.

She tried in earnest to rub against his lap again, earning herself a sharp slap on the thigh. She jerked her head up, expecting him to stop and perhaps give her a censuring look, but he just dug his fingers into her hip, keeping her in place.

When he had thoroughly tortured one nipple, he moved to the other, her cries became louder. She needed a little more attention in other regions of her body, but the temptation to ask got caught in her throat.

As if reading her mind, he moved their positions and laid her back on the couch beneath him.

He knelt on the cushion between her outspread thighs and worked the button of her jeans. He slid the zipper down slowly; arousal dilating his pupils.

Caitlin shimmied her hips to assist him in peeling her jeans off; he took her panties with them, then stood beside the couch and pulled the jeans down the length of her legs. He discarded them on the floor and then dropped beside her, his hands skimming up her naked legs, his lips followed in hot pursuit.

She giggled and shivered, lying naked on his sofa— leaving her feeling open and vulnerable. He covered her with his body. The denim of his pants rough against her bare skin. He took her mouth again and she let her hands wander down to his fly.

"No," he whispered against her lips. He caught her wrists in one large hand and pinned them above her head.

She laid back and enjoyed his touch, he had imprisoned her hands so she had no other choice.

He let go of her wrists as he kissed down her body, but she kept them above her head, digging them into the arm of the couch.

His lips found her inner thigh and she tensed, but he gently nudged her legs apart, settling himself between them. He caught her eye and kept his gaze on her as he lowered his head between her legs.

She blew out a breath, forcing herself to relax. It was not that she didn't want to do this, she just never did things like this. How did pizza and beer become oral sex on Serious Simon's couch?

She screwed her eyes shut, trying to focus on his hands and mouth on her body, but thoughts barraged her mind.

"Hey," Simon whispered. His hands still rubbed light circles on her thighs, but he had lifted his head.

She opened her eyes and looked back at him.

"Look at me, I want to see your face when you come," he directed.

"Oh, I don't know if I'll-"

He cut her words off with a shush and his thumb came over her sensitive nub.

She shivered.

"Eyes on me," he said and quirked an eyebrow at her.

She nodded in response, her words lost for the time being.

He lowered his mouth back down to her waiting pussy. His touch so light she was trying to shift her hips up at him, but his one hand still held her firmly down.

His tongue flicked over her clit and then one finger slipped tentatively inside of her. It wasn't enough and she gave a frustrated moan.

Simon's eyes flicked down to his fingers, he added a second one inside of her, and then curled them, effectively hitting the sweet spot on her front wall.

She jerked at the movement, but it was not unpleasant. He looked back up at her, giving her an almost wolfish grin before bringing his mouth over her clit.

Call Me Yours Will Be Available for Sale Tomorrow! 8/20

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?  

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