A to Z Challenge~ Zombies and Figging

I made it to the end of the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews!

I feel like I need trumpets or something, some kind of fanfare. I survived and there were only a few tears!

Today Z is for Zombies, because how can I get a Z post to pass without talking about my zombie book??

Here is one of my favorite scenes from Cursed Waters that has a little figging in it too. It was the first figging scene I ever wrote and probably my favorite.

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She watched Trevor go over to the bowl he had placed on the dresser. He lifted out a peeled piece of ginger. Roxy stopped what she was doing and rose from her position, turning to look at Trevor in shock.

“Bend back over,” he told her.
“Wait, what are you doing?” She already knew what he was doing, she had begged him to try figging with her the last time they were together, but it had never come about. She almost forgot about the ginger in the kitchen, she had bought it for a new recipe she was going to try, and never got around to making.

“Trust me,” he told her and brought his head down to kiss her hard on the mouth. “Now bend over, don't make me tell you again.”

She gave one last look to the carved piece of ginger root and folded herself back over the end of the bed with a renewed anticipation. He instructed her to put her hand back between her legs and to continue pleasuring herself. Roxy would have been embarrassed but she was still too stunned at the turn of events.

As she worked her fingers along her folds, building her need into a frenzy, Trevor parted her cheeks again. The ginger was cold and hard, nudging to gain entry. He cooed soothing words at her, telling her to relax. He finally pushed it in, pushing past the tightness and she shifted her hips back into him as her orgasm rocked her. She cried out in ecstasy, riding the waves as Trevor manipulated the ginger in her ass.

As she came down from her high Roxy panted into the bed.

“Now that we got that in, it's time to address your disrespect,” Trevor said as he pulled her to stand up.

Roxy glanced around him at the clock. “We should start getting ready, we don't have a lot of time,” she replied, she couldn't be late in saving the world from zombies after all.

Trevor gave her a hard look, “We have plenty of time, and we aren't finished,” he answered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He gestured towards the floor where his jeans were crumpled up. “Get my belt and bring it here.”

Roxy could only look back at him, she was paralyzed to the spot. Trevor gave her a nudge, “Now, Roxy.”

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Free #spankings and #zombies #satspanks

Hello my Saturday Spankers! I feel like it has been eons since I posted, but here I am! I am actually just letting you all know that Cursed Waters is now available for free on Kindle Unlimited. I released this paranormal/comedic spanking romance last fall, but books don't go bad people, if you haven't read it- give it a go!

In this snippet we meet up with Trevor and Roxy right after Trevor has found her doing something he explicitly asked her not to. But Roxy still doesn't think he's right and she's not backing down.

 Her jeans were wet up to her mid thigh, there was really no worse feeling than wet jeans against your skin. She watched as Trevor rifled through his back pack and took out the wooden spoon. Okay, there were things that felt worse than wet jeans.

“I told you to sit down, but I guess you're not really in the mood to listen.” Trevor bumped her shoulder as he brushed past her and Roxy fisted her hands at her sides. It would have felt good to take a swing at him. It also would have been monumentally stupid.

Roxy Wilson is going through the motions. She's running her deceased grandmother's psychic readings shop, but she's not a psychic. Hoping to expand and just become a gift shop, she contacts her ex-boyfriend, Trevor Dale. Only she doesn't anticipate the feelings she's still having for him after four years of separation.

Trevor could never get Roxy out of his system, and now with her so close to him again, he's reluctant to let her go. But a 40 year- old curse involving evil spells and zombies overtaking the small, seaside town of Ocean Pointe may put a stop to any sort of romantic reunion.

Can Roxy and Trevor break the curse and save their town from zombies? 
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Zombies and Spankings! (But No Spanking Zombies)

I made it all the way to the end! 26 posts in 30 days. A special thanks to Celeste Jones for posing the challenge, it was definitely challenging but fun. Check out Spanking Romance for everyone who participated in the Spanking from A-Z Blogging Challenge.

So today Z is for Zombies. The second book I put out, Cursed Waters, is near and dear to my heart. I actually started it a few years ago but was trying to make it a young adult book-- it didn't work.

There is a lot from my real life that I wrote into Cursed Waters, and it took me a long time to get it out, and have it make sense. Oh, and there's zombies in it. But not like a lot of zombies, or a lot of gore, they are sort of just an obstacle that my main character Roxy faces. And in a way they bring her back together with her ex-boyfriend, Trevor.

I think sometimes in life we need weird situations that push us together, and relationships either grow stronger because of them, or you end up seeing someone for who they really are. 

A hurricane has struck Roxy's seaside hometown. Trevor is stranded at her apartment with her, and has warned her not to venture outside in the storm. But really, did we expect her to listen?

Roxy lifted her head up and realized she was definitely not alone. There were about half a dozen people milling around on the sidewalks. Slowly, milling around, as if they were out for a stroll, as if they weren't walking in a hurricane, almost as if they were zombies. She quickly shook herself, no, not that, there was no such thing. She dodged around the slow walker in front of her, running towards the parking lot. She needed to get to her car, get the book, and get back before Trevor realized she was gone.

Trying to keep her head up, so she could avoid running into anyone, the rain and wind whipped against her face and stung her eyes. She squinted, trying to clear her vision, then let out a yelp as her feet tangled in a fallen branch. Roxy saw the sidewalk advancing towards her and she placed her hands out in front to brace for her fall. Her palms and knees stung as the skin scraped away on the rough concrete of the sidewalk.

She felt hands on her waist, lifting her off the hard, wet sidewalk. She panicked and tried to remember what Seaweed had told her about fighting zombies. Failing to recall any zombie fighting techniques, Roxy turned and swung at her attacker, fists flying. Her wrists were caught before she ever landed one punch. Surprised, she looked up into Trevor's angry glare.

“Are you nuts?” he yelled. Roxy barely heard him over the sounds of the whipping wind.

Her heart was pounding and she was too stunned to answer his question. She saw one of the slow walkers coming up behind Trevor and gestured for him to turn around. It was a man, his features drawn and gaunt, he looked past them as if not even seeing them blocking his way. Roxy pulled on Trevor's hands, which were still wrapped around her wrists, and the two of them ducked into a doorway of a storefront.

The slow moving man stumbled past them. Roxy and Trevor shot each other curious looks. Trevor stuck his head out of the alcove looking both ways up and down the sidewalk. He grabbed Roxy's elbow and jerked her back in the direction towards her apartment. She dug her heels in, pulling back, when Trevor spun around she gestured towards the flooded lot and her car. He shook his head and pulled her again. They got into a brief tug of war in the middle of the sidewalk. Roxy was pulling on Trevor with all her strength trying to get him to release her arms.

He pulled Roxy tight against him with one arm, slamming her into his muscular chest. He reached around with his other arm and placed a hard smack on her rain coat covered ass. Her eyes flew to his in surprise and her body stiffened. Trevor loosened his hold on her, but still gripping her elbow, he pulled her to follow behind him and this time she complied.

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Figging- It Starts with F

Today I am talking about figging. As figging does start with F and this is the A-Z Blog Challenge.

I think I first read about figging in a book. It was Annabel Joseph's Disciplining the Duchess. It was before I had published, I was out to my husband about my spanking interests, but still hiding how much I was actually reading spanking books in my spare time. Anyway, there is this part in Disciplining the Duchess where the Duke in the book tells his wife he is going to put ginger in her anus as a punishment.

Immediately I am all like, huh? Is that a thing? And then they describe it in the book and it sounds awful but she is also turned on. At first I'm like, this is the worst thing ever and this guy sounds mean!

Then about six months later I think Renee Rose posted about it on her blog and then I got into an online conversation with her and a couple other authors about it. Then I needed to try it! I wanted to so bad!

So I told my husband about it, and he shot me down. Something about needing to use kitchen tools for something used as foreplay. I don't know. He seemed to think it was too much prep work and I wouldn't like it.

I dropped it.

Then he kept bringing it up.

I sent him links.

Then he surprised me around my birthday. (A weird birthday present I guess, but right up my alley!)

To be honest the first time we tried it, I don't think it really worked. I think the ginger was too old or we didn't leave it in long enough. But the anticipation and the excitement of doing something new was enough to make it memorable.

We have done it a few more times since, and now the smell of ginger makes me horny.

It is not an all the time thing. Figging is for special occasions!

I have written a few figging scenes since then, I feel like I always want to incorporate them, but then we would be on figging overload.

Here is part of my figging scene from Cursed Waters. Because when there is a zombie invasion you should always take the time to punish your girlfriend with ginger...

She watched Trevor go over to the bowl he had placed on the dresser. He lifted out a peeled piece of ginger. Roxy stopped what she was doing and rose from her position, turning to look at Trevor in shock.

“Bend back over,” he told her.

“Wait, what are you doing?” She already knew what he was doing, she had begged him to try figging with her the last time they were together, but it had never come about. She almost forgot about the ginger in the kitchen, she had bought it for a new recipe she was going to try, and never got around to making.

“Trust me,” he told her and brought his head down to kiss her hard on the mouth. “Now bend over, don't make me tell you again.”

She gave one last look to the carved piece of ginger root and folded herself back over the end of the bed with a renewed anticipation. He instructed her to put her hand back between her legs and to continue pleasuring herself. Roxy would have been embarrassed but she was still too stunned at the turn of events.

As she worked her fingers along her folds, building her need into a frenzy, Trevor parted her cheeks again. The ginger was cold and hard, nudging to gain entry. He cooed soothing words at her, telling her to relax. He finally pushed it in, pushing past the tightness and she shifted her hips back into him as her orgasm rocked her. She cried out in ecstasy, riding the waves as Trevor manipulated the ginger in her ass.

As she came down from her high Roxy panted into the bed.

“Now that we got that in, it's time to address your disrespect,” Trevor said as he pulled her to stand up.

Roxy glanced around him at the clock. “We should start getting ready, we don't have a lot of time,” she replied, she couldn't be late in saving the world from zombies after all.

Trevor gave her a hard look, “We have plenty of time, and we aren't finished,” he answered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He gestured towards the floor where his jeans were crumpled up. “Get my belt and bring it here.”

Roxy could only look back at him, she was paralyzed to the spot. Trevor gave her a nudge, “Now, Roxy.”

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Dungeon Crawl- "Am I Getting Through to You?"

Welcome back to another week of the Dungeon Crawl! I still have not been kicked out, seriously, who is running this thing? Oh, Romancing the Kink! I have them all fooled!

Anyway, this scene from my book Cursed Waters picks up where last week left off. Trevor is punishing Roxy for almost getting herself killed. He is not done yet!

She heard Trevor moving behind her and then felt him at her back. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to his front. One hand traveled up and massaged her neck and shoulders. The hand still at her waist began working on the button of her jeans. Roxy let her arms go limp at her sides and closed her eyes. She loved when Trevor undressed her, even if his intention was to punish her, it made her feel completely his. Once the button was open he slid down the zipper and started working her tight jeans down her hips. They stopped at mid-thigh, where they had gotten wet, the tightness and the material would have made them a struggle to get down to begin with, but with them being wet on top of everything else they may as well had been glued to her thighs.

He grabbed her hips and turned her around, giving her a hard look that dared her to defy him. He then led her the few feet to the desk and bent her over the edge. Roxy lay her cheek on the cool smooth surface as Trevor slid her panties down to meet her jeans. She imagined her ass was already glowing red judging from the sting the spoon had left. Trevor grabbed a handful of her hair using his forearm to press her upper body into the desk.

His hand came down on her right cheek and she jumped on impact, curling her fingers around the edge of the desk. He began a methodical rhythm, right, left, center. He started towards the top and was working his way down, she cringed as he got closer to the place where her ass met her thighs, but she remained in place. 

“Am I getting through to you?” he asked. Roxy didn't respond at first, caught off guard by the break in the silence. She was rewarded with a tug on her hair and three smacks to the backs of her thighs.

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Dungeon Crawl- "It's Supposed to Hurt"

Welcome back to another Dungeon Crawl from our friends over at Romancing the Kink!

You had a whole week to limber up and stretch it out before you got back down into the crawl again, here we go!

This is from my book Cursed Waters. In this scene Trevor is displeased that Roxy has lied to him and almost gotten herself murdered by zombies. You know, just your everyday lover's quarrel...

Trevor reached up and pulled her arm. She fell, ungracefully, across his lap. Roxy put her hands out to steady herself on the floor and readjust, but before she even had a moment he started spanking her. The wooden spoon bit into her flesh. She still had the protection of her jeans, but thinking they were any kind of buffer would have been a mistake. Her mistakes kept adding up today. Lying to Trevor, hiding things from him, and letting him pack a damned wooden spoon.

“Ah,” she cried out, a particularly hard smack hitting her upper thigh, pulling her from her self deprecating thoughts. “Please!” Roxy kicked her legs straight out behind her and she tried to twist away from the incoming blows. “It hurts!” She yelled out.

Trevor stopped and waited for her to stop wiggling around. She felt his hand on her lower back rubbing small circles, “It's supposed to hurt, Roxy.”

His response infuriated her. He wanted to hurt her? She fought against his hold on her and pushed herself to her feet.

Trevor looked up at her in surprise. “Are we done?”

Roxy used both hands to try to rub the sting from her ass, “Yes!” she shouted at him.

“Who decides when the spanking's over?” He asked.

She narrowed her eyes at him, but didn't respond.

“Who's in charge here?” He questioned her again. Roxy wanted to kick him, he was pulling out everything he knew that would get her to comply. “Do you need a break?”

She still didn't reply but she felt tears pricking the backs of her eyes. Why did she get so over emotional when he could remain so in control?

Trevor pointed to the corner behind the desk. “Go face the wall and think for a minute.”

When she didn't move right away he raised his eyebrows at her, Roxy spun on her heel and made her way over to the appointed corner. 

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Dungeon Crawl

Welcome to the Dungeon Crawl, powered by Romancing the Kink!

I feel like I am going to get kicked out of this thing for not being dark and edgy enough, so soak it up now people! I may be asked not to come back.

Take the above picture for instance (these graphics are awesome btw!), I think the thing in the corner is a spanking bench. And in my head I am thinking that a man just spent all day doing manly things and building this spanking bench. (That's why there is an ax, that is an ax, right?) Anyway, now he is all sweaty and saw dusty and ornery from, you know, axing, and he is going to turn his woman over that bench and spank the daylights out of her.

I don't know why. I don't need a motive, it's my fantasy. She did something spankable, obvi!

Anyway, I am not sure that's what the people at RTK wanted when they started their Dungeon Crawl, now I am just taking over and getting all spanky with it.

But spanking is BDSM too!

Okay, how about figging? I have figging!

This is from my book Cursed Waters it's got zombies and figging!

 Trevor gave her a quick kiss and piled two pillows on top of each other. Then he guided her across them. She felt completely vulnerable, her ass sticking up higher than the rest of her, served up to him for whatever he may wish to do. The thought scared her and turned her on all at once.

Trevor pressed down on the ginger, causing a slight heat to emit throughout her. “How does it feel?” he questioned, “Does it feel like it's getting hot yet?”

“A little,” she answered honestly, hoping it didn't turn into an unbearable burning. Roxy could barely feel the heat right now.

“I think it takes a while to heat up,” he replied. “Maybe I should make you keep it in when we go out.”

She jerked her head up to look at him and he laughed at her reaction. “I was kidding,” he reassured, then moved to pick up the belt, “but I wasn't kidding about this.”

Trevor brought his arm up and Roxy tensed and winced in anticipation. The crack of the belt echoed off of the walls in her bedroom and the delicious burn the leather left in it's wake awakened all her senses. Trevor brought it down again, lower this time, catching the tops of her thighs and she jumped.

“Try to stay still,” he warned. She wanted to tell him not to hit so low but he swung again, causing the words to die on her lips. Every time he brought his arm up, she tensed, causing the ginger to release a burning inside. Then after the belt left its mark she had a burning outside to match. Roxy lost count as Trevor whipped her burning flesh. She didn't recognize the moans and guttural growls coming from her own mouth. She felt hot tears coursing down her face. But it wasn't from pain, all of her senses were on fire, she was burning with desire and begging him to take her and put her out of her misery.

Roxy felt the bed dip behind her as Trevor brought himself up on his knees. His hands caressed her punished flesh and she mewled against his tender touch. He pressed the ginger deeper into her as he plunged his hardened length into her wanting core. Roxy screamed out and twisted the sheets in her fists. Trevor pounded into her from behind, her hips pressing further into the pillows stacked beneath her.

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Renee Rose is Drunk!

She posted an awesome review of my book Cursed Waters on her blog today.

You can read it here.

She also has all sorts of kind words to say about me. At which I am floored, super excited, and very thankful- but in all seriousness Renee, lay of the sauce.

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Spanking Romance Reviews- Best of 2013

Spanking Romance Reviews is doing an end of the year Best Books of 2013!!

I'm on the list for Cursed Waters. Take a minute to vote, it's actually like 15 seconds, take some seconds to vote!

Lots of awesome books got nominated, vote for your favorite :)

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Spanks for the Laughs

I am over at Celeste Jones' today for Spanking Stories Book Club talking about my book Cursed Waters.

Celeste mentioned a scene where my heroine, Roxy, loses it during a spanking. Her boyfriend wrongly assumes she's crying, but when he discovers she's laughing he realizes he needs to up his game.

 He dealt out a dozen more spanks and he saw her shoulders shake as she began to cry. He paused for a moment, resting his hand on her lower back. Trevor was trying to determine whether he should continue a bit longer, or stop now that she was crying. He reached down to brush her long hair away from her face. As he did she turned towards him and he realized she wasn't crying at all, she was caught in a fit of laughter. He wasn't expecting that.

“What are you laughing at?” Trevor asked as he struggled to keep his own laughter from bubbling to the surface.

Roxy just shook her head in reply, keeping her mouth firmly clamped shut. Now he was at a loss, where did he go from here? He hadn't actually been punishing her, he just wanted to change her mindset and take a little stress away before they left to meet up with Mrs. Grindle. Were there people who actually knew what they were doing all the time while being in a dominant role? He was definitely making it up as he went along.

“Stand up,” he ordered. He took his hands away from her, offering no help as she struggled to her feet. When she looked back at him questioningly he hoped he exuded some sort of confidence back at her.

“Go into the bedroom and wait for me,” Trevor issued his next order.

“Why?” Roxy looked nervous, and she crossed her arms across her chest as she stared him down. He noticed she wasn't laughing anymore, well at least he had achieved that.

“You'll find out soon enough,” he replied. He raised his eyebrows at her, hopefully conveying the sentiment that he was serious.

Have you ever burst into a fit of laughter at an inopportune moment? Come on over to Celeste's, she poses this question as well as some others that will get you thinking. 

Blurb:

 Roxy Wilson is going through the motions. She's running her deceased grandmother's psychic readings shop, but she's not a psychic. Hoping to expand and just become a gift shop, she contacts her ex-boyfriend, Trevor Dale. Only she doesn't anticipate the feelings she's still having for him after four years of separation.

Trevor could never get Roxy out of his system, and now with her so close to him again, he's reluctant to let her go. But a 40 year- old curse involving evil spells and zombies overtaking the small, seaside town of Ocean Pointe may put a stop to any sort of romantic reunion.

Can Roxy and Trevor break the curse and save their town from zombies? Find out in Cursed Waters!

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Let's Talk Smut!

I don't know if you are aware of this but Celeste Jones hosts a Spanking Stories Book Club over on her blog. When I first discovered this I was over the moon excited. Finally! A place where I could discuss books I was actually reading!

I read. And when I say that I mean it. I read A LOT. I take book recommendations from girls at work, my mother in law, and friends. I would read whatever they were reading, even if I didn't know if I would like it, just so I could discuss it. Then I would read my smut novels in secret. More often than not they were spanking romances. I would try to limit myself. One a week- or two, depending on the week. I would try to keep up with 'regular' books, but read my guilty pleasures in private, with no one to discuss them with. (Okay- full disclosure, I am sure my husband got an earful at one point or another about a spanking book I either found completely off base, completely implausible, or just plain crappy. But he never really cared, I was more or less just talking to myself.)

Then I started writing my own spanking romances. And in the spirit of true sisterhood, I started buying all my fellow author's books (I know, it is a huge cross to bear). I am writing spanking romance, reading spanking romance, talking spanking romance with other authors.

What do I tell the people in my real life that I'm reading? "Oh, it's this silly romance I downloaded for free." No one ever wants the details. If they press I can just start telling them the plot without the spankings.

One day I hope to not be so hidden, but for now, I am sitting in the closet reading (and writing) away. And Celeste has a place to discuss!! My nerdiness takes full reign on book club day!

Imagine my elation when she chose my book for this coming Friday, November 22nd. I feel like I am an Oprah book club selection- only, even better, I am a Celeste Jones Book Club selection (which is better, because Celeste is funnier and sassier than Oprah).

So come join us this Friday. We're talking about Cursed Waters. I'll be there, will you?

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#Sat Spanks- Spanked in the Dark

It's that time again! I have another little snippet from Cursed Waters. The hurricane knocked out the power so Roxy and Trevor are fooling around in the dark.  

They felt silky to the touch, and he could feel a lace edge to them. Trevor released her nipple from his mouth and brought his head up.

“What color are they?” he whispered as he ran his finger back and forth across her stomach, just inside the elastic.

“What color do you want them to be?” she answered back, in a mock sultry tone, losing her composure and giggling at the end.

He withdrew his hand from her panties, bringing his hand up and placing a smack somewhere on her mid- thigh.

“Ow,” she squealed. But she was still laughing.

“Don't be such a smart ass,” he said, even as he was running his hand up and down her leg, where he believed he had slapped her. “You're just lucky I can't see anything right now or you'd be getting one hell of a spanking.”

Blurb:

 Roxy Wilson is going through the motions. She's running her deceased grandmother's psychic readings shop, but she's not a psychic. Hoping to expand and just become a gift shop, she contacts her ex-boyfriend, Trevor Dale. Only she doesn't anticipate the feelings she's still having for him after four years of separation.

Trevor could never get Roxy out of his system, and now with her so close to him again, he's reluctant to let her go. But a 40 year- old curse involving evil spells and zombies overtaking the small, seaside town of Ocean Pointe may put a stop to any sort of romantic reunion.

Can Roxy and Trevor break the curse and save their town from zombies? Find out in Cursed Waters!

Warning: This book contains spankings and anal play between two consenting adults. If you are offended by this subject matter, please do not read this.

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#SatSpanks- Completely His

Today, I bring you another snippet from Cursed Waters. It's now available for purchase!

The following part comes while Trevor is chastising Roxy for putting her life in danger... again. He's already tried to spank her and she had a bit of a freak out, so he's sent her to the corner to calm down.

Could she have this kind of relationship again? It had been a long time since anyone had spanked her, in fact no one had since Trevor. She thought she missed it, but this encounter was giving her second thoughts. She placed her forehead on the wall and focused on breathing in and out to calm herself down.

She heard Trevor moving behind her and then felt him at her back. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to his front. One hand traveled up and massaged her neck and shoulders. The hand still at her waist began working on the button of her jeans. Roxy let her arms go limp at her sides and closed her eyes. She loved when Trevor undressed her, even if his intention was to punish her, it made her feel completely his.

Cursed Waters Blurb:

 Roxy Wilson is going through the motions. She's running her deceased grandmother's psychic readings shop, but she's not a psychic. Hoping to expand and just become a gift shop, she contacts her ex-boyfriend, Trevor Dale. Only she doesn't anticipate the feelings she's still having for him after four years of separation.

Trevor could never get Roxy out of his system, and now with her so close to him again, he's reluctant to let her go. But a 40 year- old curse involving evil spells and zombies overtaking the small, seaside town of Ocean Pointe may put a stop to any sort of romantic reunion.

Can Roxy and Trevor break the curse and save their town from zombies? Find out in Cursed Waters!

Warning: This book contains spankings and anal play between two consenting adults. If you are offended by this subject matter, please do not read this.

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A Teasing Treat- Free Spanking Story #SpankorTreat

It's time for Spank or Treat! Make sure you visit all the other blogs and leave a comment so you can win some awesome prizes!

Thanks to my friends Katherine Deane and Corinne Alexander for the inspiration for this story. (They're also giving away prizes this weekend, go visit them.)

My little story today features Roxy and Trevor from my book Cursed Waters.

A Teasing Treat

“I need help.” Roxy walked out of the bathroom. She held her newly purchased corset against the front of her body. The hooks running down the back made it impossible for her to get the garment on herself. She caught Trevor's stunned expression and felt deeply satisfied by his reaction. Her plan was already working.

“You can't go out in that,” Trevor replied coolly. She felt her knees go weak at his comment.

She turned her back so he could reach the hooks, giving him a perfect view of her thong clad butt. She looked at him over her shoulder. “I'm putting a dress over it. Can you close me up?”

Trevor came up behind her and she heard him suck in a breath as his hand caressed her ass. He fumbled with the clasps and pulled the corset closed with a bit more force than necessary as he hooked her together. “Don't think I don't know what you're doing.” He whispered in her ear.

Roxy turned around to face him as she adjusted the corset. She tried her best to look innocent, but knew she was failing miserably. “Really? What am I doing?”

He raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't respond. He went back to the other side of the room where he continued dressing himself. Roxy took one last appreciative glance at her handsome boyfriend getting into his crisp suit. Something about Trevor in a suit made her heart beat just a little bit faster. She turned her back to him again, resuming her game. She picked up one black, thigh-high stocking, selected to match her black corset with the red lace trim. Roxy slid the silky material through her hand before she bent forward to slip it onto her foot. She stuck her butt out as she bent and had to pause to keep from losing her balance as she tried to shimmy the stocking up her leg. Getting dressed sexily was harder than she thought. She stood back up and fiddled with the clasp on the garter. They seemed more trouble than they were worth, but she knew Trevor enjoyed them.

She didn't want to chance glancing back at him. She hoped he had stopped what he was doing and was watching her every move. She was trying to seduce him by putting more clothes on, rather than taking them off. Having secured the front clasp, she moved to the back one. The clasp kept slipping out of her hand and she had to bend in a way that made the corset dig into her ribs. She paused, standing back up to catch her breath. Her hair and make up had already been meticulously done and she didn't want to ruin her efforts by wrestling with her own undergarments.

“Put the other one on.” Trevor's command came from across the room. She turned and looked at him questioningly. “Just like you did the first.” He sat on the bed and leaned back on his elbows, ready to enjoy the show before him.

Roxy felt heat creep across her cheeks. She pushed aside a pang of guilt and reached for the second stocking. She ran it through her hand again, feeling the silkiness slip through her fingers. She bent forward, a bit more exaggerated this time and wiggled her butt for good measure. When she lifted her foot off the ground she lost her balance and let out a squeal as she swayed to the side.

She felt Trevor's hands steadying her hips and bringing her back to center. She dug her toes into the carpet, still bent forward. Trevor's hands were warm on her naked hips and he shifted her back into him. She felt the evidence of his arousal brush against her ass.

“Go ahead. Slip it on. I've got you.” His voice sounded hoarse. She slipped her foot into the stocking and slowly rose as she slid it up her leg. When she stood straight up her head swam and she leaned her weight back into him for support. He traced the edge of her lacy stocking tops. She shivered under his touch. “Can you manage the front one?”

Roxy nodded and began working the clasp. She froze when she felt Trevor's hand reach inside the top of her corset. He pulled on her nipple and she let out a moan. She felt his chest rumble against her as he chuckled at her reaction. “Am I distracting you?” he whispered against her ear before sucking her lobe into his mouth.

She whimpered in response and leaned her head towards his mouth.

“Annoying, isn't it?”

Roxy had the fleeting thought that the tables had just been turned on her, but she didn't much care at the moment. Her intention had been to get Trevor worked up before leaving the apartment. Then suggesting on their way that they could slip out of his familial obligation early so they could attend to their 'needs'. Once that was done it would still be early enough for them to make an appearance at Lisa's Halloween party- which she had to put off this year because of Trevor. It had been an excellent plan until she realized she was getting worked up quicker than Trevor was.

He tugged her towards the bed. “You seem to be having some trouble getting yourself dressed.” He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her towards him. “Do you want me to help with the back clasps?”

Roxy didn't have a chance to get any words out before he tugged her down across his lap. Her upper body lay across the bed and her legs dangled over Trevor's thighs. She let out a breath when he ran his hand up the back of her stocking clad leg. She felt him tug on one garter and deftly hook it to her stocking top. He repeated the process to the other. She didn't fail to notice that he hooked the clasps much quicker than she had, she wondered how much practice he had at this.

She pushed herself up to stand. Trevor pushed her back down and made a disapproving noise. He held her waist firmly with one arm and let the his other hand roam freely over the backs of her legs and ass. He snapped one of the garter straps against her leg and she jumped.

“I love these.” He traced the garter strap up her thigh.

“I know.” She let out the giggle she had been holding in, arching her back and sticking her ass up in the air, she was rewarded with a sharp slap to her right cheek.

Trevor's hand wandered between her legs and his fingers caressed her over her lacy thong. The lace rubbing against her sensitive core caused enough friction to throw her into a frenzy. He took his hand away and began lightly spanking her.

Roxy let out a moan. “Was your plan to tease me?” he asked as he continued spanking her.

He gave her two harder smacks and her head shot up off the mattress. “Answer the question, Roxy.”

“Ahh,” was her only reply.

Trevor laughed and smacked her again, a little harder. Her legs shot out behind her.

“Yesss, I was teasing you.”

Trevor ran his hand over her warmed cheeks. She sighed under his touch.

“We agreed to skip the Halloween party because tonight was important to me.” He had dropped his playful tone. “Are you changing your mind?”

Roxy's heart squeezed. She knew tonight was important to Trevor, that was why she agreed to go. She let herself get caught up in her own selfishness and tried to manipulate him into going to a silly costume party.

“No, I still want to go with you.” His hand stopped massaging her and just rested his hand on her lower back.

“Then what's all this about?”

Not knowing how else to explain it, she decided to come clean. “I thought I would let you see what I had on underneath. Knowing you would like it, I was going to suggest you take me home early and help me out of it,” she paused, hesitating to admit the end. “Then I thought maybe it would be early enough to make it to Lisa's party.”

Trevor shifted beneath her and she thought he was letting her up. Instead he sandwiched her legs between his legs and pulled her in closer to him. Roxy knew this position didn't bode well for her.

“I'm really sorry,” she started, but stopped when his hand came cracking down across her exposed cheeks. She wriggled and writhed under his onslaught of spanks. It seemed the more she tried to get out of his hold the harder he spanked her. Finally, she gave up. Roxy let her face fall into the bed as she fought to keep her tears at bay. She didn't want Trevor to be angry with her and she really didn't want to ruin her make up.

He stopped spanking and smoothed his hand over her ass. “Don't try to manipulate me again.”

“I won't, I'm sorry,” she promised.

Trevor lifted her off of his lap and laid her back on the bed. Roxy was surprised to see he was smiling when she looked up.

“Although, if you were going to try again, this would be the right thing to wear,” he said as he ran his hands down her corset.

“You're not mad?” Roxy felt relief flood her.

He gave her a crooked smile as he dropped his pants to the floor and climbed over her. “I was never mad. I knew what you were doing right from the beginning.” He leaned down and kissed her hard.

“Then why'd you spank me so hard?”

“I was exacting my revenge, you little tease.”

Roxy felt his hardened length pressed against her thigh. Trevor pulled her panties to the side as she guided him into her. He let out a groan and she lifted her hips off the bed to take him deeper.

He slid his hands underneath, gripping her chastised bottom as he pumped in and out. Roxy could feel herself starting to come apart. She had been on the edge of orgasm over his knee, and now it continued to build. She cried out as her body tensed and shook, vaguely aware of Trevor reaching his own release as she came back to her senses.

She felt his cock pulsing inside of her as he collapsed onto her chest. She put her arms around his broad shoulders and felt herself drifting off to sleep when Trevor sat up.

“We're going to be late.” He pulled her up and quickly began dressing. She stood in a daze until he shot her a look. “Get dressed. If I bring you to my grandfather's 90^th birthday party looking like that you'll give him a heart attack.”

She blushed as she looked down at her carefully chosen undergarments. She turned towards the closet and heard Trevor laugh. “Although, I did a really good job making your ass the same color as the red on your corset. I could show off my handiwork.”

It was her turn to glare at him and he just laughed in reply as she pulled her dress over her head. They dressed in silence and collected their things before

meeting at the front door.

“We can still try to make it to the party later unless you'd rather just come

home and go to bed.” Trevor winked at her.

“I have been a really bad girl,” her face flushed as she spoke, “I wouldn't be surprised if I got sent to bed early.”

Trevor smiled and pulled her out into the crisp October night.  

Cursed Waters:

 Roxy Wilson is going through the motions. She's running her deceased grandmother's psychic readings shop, but she's not a psychic. Hoping to expand and just become a gift shop, she contacts her ex-boyfriend, Trevor Dale. Only she doesn't anticipate the feelings she's still having for him after four years of separation.

Trevor could never get Roxy out of his system, and now with her so close to him again, he's reluctant to let her go. But a 40 year- old curse involving evil spells and zombies overtaking the small, seaside town of Ocean Pointe may put a stop to any sort of romantic reunion.

Can Roxy and Trevor break the curse and save their town from zombies? Find

out in Cursed Waters!

Warning: This book contains spankings and anal play between two consenting adults. If you are offended by this subject matter, please do not read this.

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