I'm happy to report as I type that Friday the thirteenth has passed without catastrophe and by the time you all read this it should be Saturday the fourteenth. Now don't shake your heads and think, "Don't tell me she believes in that nonsense." This is Ireland. A country filled with lore, legend and superstition, so yes, I confess, Friday the thirteenth always makes me nervous.
So now onto a happier topic, Saturday Spankings!!!
I'm sharing a little snip from my WIP which may or not be entitled Mastering Maeve and indeed may or may not get published....watch this space!
How about a little non-con? Maeve lives and works in a small hotel in financial difficulty owned by her grandmother. They have American guests and one is considering investing in the hotel but before he gets that far Maeve's feisty temper gets the better of her....
“I’m the person who could have saved you and your grandmother from financial ruin, but right this minute I’m very glad I didn’t. Frankly, I don’t think anyone could fix your attitude, it’s all about you in your little head.”
Larry had just gone way too far for Maeve to tolerate. She lashed out and smacked him across his face, which was now bright red, a combination of anger and the handprint she had just left behind. Without as much as a word, he picked her up and carried her across to one of the old wooden desks, sat on it, and upended her across his lap. The light leggings she wore offered no protection as he started using his big hand as a paddle for her bottom.
“Don’t [smack] you [smack] ever [smack] raise [smack] your [smack] hand [smack] to me,[smack] young lady.[smack]” Maeve was too shell shocked to do anything other than yell.
Thank you for dropping by, please do comment, I'm dying to hear reactions to this story. And of course make sure you make the most of Saturday Spankings by visiting all of the entries, but don't blame me if they're too hot to handle!