Wonder of wonders, I’ve got an actual book coming out later this week, and it’s part of a medical BDSM-themed box set with the wonderful authors Natasha Knight, Sue Lyndon, Tara Finnegan, and Casey McKay. Since it’s not technically published yet, I think I can rationalize including a clip from my book here:) The working title of my book is The Doctor and The Bad Girl, but that’s likely to be changed somewhat upon publication. I’ll keep you updated:)
In this excerpt, the heroine, Amity, an admin working in an OB/Gyn practice, has been called to the conference room to discuss her atrocious punctuality and generally unacceptable behavior at work. She’d been warned already, and given an ultimatum to shape up — or else (and we all know what’s entailed with that “or else”, don’t we?).
Now, she’s screwed up once again. Is she looking at a talking to, or maybe even a write-up?
Not in Trentworld — especially when her boss, Dr. Dane McKendrick, is a strict, no-bullshit Dom…
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He walked in, finding Amity standing at the far side of the table. She’d chosen a white knit top that flattered her figure, a smooth gray skirt that tightened a little at the sweeping arc of her hips. Her dark hair was caught in a ponytail, a wisp of it falling down over her forehead.
Of course she’d have to look hot today.
“Have a seat, Amity.”
“I’d — I’d rather stand.”
He looked up at her. She met his gaze, but he could see her fingers trembling as she swept away the stray lock of hair.
“Okay, so.” He took his seat, leaning back, elbows on the arms of the chair. “Is this going to be a quick meeting? Are you giving me your resignation today?”
For a moment she wrung her hands, then she took a deep shuddery breath. “No, I’m not.”
Dane almost put his hand to his jaw, sure it would hit the floor.
Here goes, Dane. You’d better know what the fuck you’re doing here.
“And you understand what that means then? What you’re choosing, rather than resigning?”
He needed to hear her say it. Dane wanted to make sure she actually was ready to go through with it. He hoped the shock of hearing her say the words would wake her up, in case she wasn’t truly serious.
“I — you’re really going to make me say this?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Fuck,” she said under her breath, glancing down.
There were other things that needed to be addressed besides her atrocious punctuality.
“If you can’t say it, then I want your resignation letter on my desk within the next fifteen minutes. This behavior ends today — the only question is how.”
Amity stiffened, looking over Dane’s head. “I’m choosing to be… punished.”
Her jaw tightened. “I’m going to be… spanked.”
“That’s right, you are.” Dane slid his chair back and stood. He walked over to the door, and locked it. He smiled hearing her breath catch.
“What… are you doing?”
He turned back to her, hands on his hips. “I can leave it unlocked, if you’d like. Maybe Cathie might walk in while you’re being spanked? Is that what you want?”
“No!” She glanced down. “Sorry. No, sir.”
There it is again.
Just that one word had his cock hardening, and he hadn’t even started her spanking yet.
Dane pulled one of the conference room chairs out, dragging it to the middle of the open section of the floor under the big picture window.
“Come here, Amity.”
For a moment, it was as if her legs refused to obey, a halting, almost spasmodic movement. Then she inhaled deeply, lifted her chin, and walked to him.
He gazed at her, watching for any reaction, any hint that she’d lose her nerve. But he didn’t see it. All he saw were those big, beautiful eyes, wide with apprehension, the trembling of her upper lip. He took a seat, looking up at her.
“Lay across my lap.”
“Sir, please… ”
“Looks like we need to go over some ground rules.” He gave her a smile. “Not too many, at first. But this first one, is a big one.”
He watched the slender column of her pale throat work as she swallowed, her chest rising and falling faster now.
“When you’re being punished, you obey any instruction given you. Do you understand that?”
Her nod was a halting gesture, more a jerk of her head than an acknowledgment.
“Try again, Amity. That’s another rule. When you’re asked a question, you respond verbally.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her hands twisted together in front of her, her eyes on the floor.
My God, she’s beautiful.
“Now that you’ve agreed to the rules, what are you supposed to do now?”
She looked up at him a moment, then dropped her eyes again, her cheeks flushing scarlet.
“I’m waiting, Amity.”
He held out a hand. That first feel of her soft, trembling palm was something he knew he’d never forget for the rest of his days. He held her hand as she awkwardly obeyed, laying a hand on his thigh first that made his balls tingle, before lowering herself over his lap, the feel of her slight weight so sweet he wanted to just have her lay there so he could savor it.
But it wasn’t time for that, not now anyway. He needed to get this over with for her.
“Put your hands on the floor, and they will not leave the floor until I tell you. Understand that?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He gave her creamy thigh a little slap, and she jerked. “Yes, what?”
She sighed a little as he said it, the tension in her body lessening ever so slightly.
He laid a hand on her skirt-clad bottom, savoring every second of this first punishment of the wayward girl. He knew he had to get this right if he had any hope that this wouldn’t be the last. He squeezed the taut bottom, feeling the tension in her muscles.
“Oh God…” Her voice was almost a squeak, quavering.
He waited for her, caressing her bottom, as she struggled with it, with her active submission to her impending punishment.
He brought his palm down at a measured pace, giving her firm, but not harsh spanks at first, warming up that bottom on this inaugural spanking. She stayed remarkably still as he smacked one side, then the other, then aimed lower, hitting a little harder at the base of her lush bottom. She flinched a little at those blows, but stayed quiet. The skirt was thin, so he knew it wasn’t giving her much protection. Then he stopped, rubbing slow circles over her ass, loving the roundness of it, the broadness of her hips.
He ran a hand down her thighs until his fingers hooked under the hem of her skirt, drawing it up slowly. She tightened then.
“What are you… ?”
“Taking your skirt up,” he said, skimming it up to the base of her bottom, revealing the lush, pale thighs. He paused a moment to stroke them, to savor their soft vulnerability, the way she hadn’t made a move to get off of his lap even as she protested. There was something else going on with the intriguing young woman, something deeper, and he looked forward to the day when he could find out just what that was.
“You never said anything about… that.”
“All spankings are taken on a bare bottom, Amity. I never punish on anything but the bare. It doesn’t even need to be said.” His hand on her thigh stilled. “You’re just going to have to accept that. Are you backing out now?”
He would let her go, even though he silently prayed she’d have the courage not to run, to face what she needed, what he suspected she — deep down — wanted. It wouldn’t be easy, but this — and their mutual discovery of what might lead from it — was something she had to choose. But once that choice was made, he intended to hold her to it. All of it.
“Well, are you?”
Amity’s body shuddered, her breath coming even faster. “I’m afraid.”
His hand stopped, and he caressed her bottom once more, his other hand stroking up and down her back, feeling the bra strap be longed to unsnap, but knowing it wasn’t time for it.
“What are you afraid of, Amity?”
“I’m afraid of the pain, and I’m afraid… of you.”
“A little bit of fear is good, if it gets you to start listening, to start doing as you’re told.” He rubbed lazy circles over her bottom, loving the way the skirt fell into the cleft of her ass, molding and displaying the shapes of the broad buttocks he was about to bare to his gaze. “And the pain will help you remember, will help you choose the correct path next time.”
And you’re going to enjoy it too, asshole.
Yes, part of him was going to enjoy that too — his cock was already hard against her hip at the prospect of the spanking to come — but there was nothing he could do about that. He knew she’d be able to feel the hard length of him against her. She’d know how this really affected him, no matter what he said, so there was no point in denying it.
“So are you backing out? This is your last chance.”
Please God, don’t back out.
“N-no, Sir.” Her body shifted over his lap, then she grew very still. “I’ll take my… punishment.”
Dane wanted to roar in triumph and joy, and he wanted to squeeze her in his arms, never let her go.
Settle down, pal.
“Please, not too hard,” she whispered. “I really am sorry.”
“I know you are, Amity.” His voice softened, and he gave her hip a gentle squeeze. “I know you can do this. Be brave now.”
He pulled the skirt the rest of the way over her bottom, bunching it at the small of her back, revealing the glorious globes already blushing pink from his little warm-up. Her bottom was even more gorgeous than her tight skirts had hinted at, the buttocks soft and round, the almost translucent paleness of her skin calling to him to caress it, which he did. She was wearing white lace boy shorts, which left the bottom half of her luscious buttocks bare, the snug lace perfectly accentuating and displaying the appealing lushness of her ass.
His cock throbbed harder against her hip, and she squirmed a little against it, letting him know she felt it. He swallowed down the lump in his throat as he massaged the weight of each cheek, giving each one a deep squeeze that made Amity exhale a long breath. His fingers stroked the crease between buttock and thigh, and she clenched, making a sound deep in her throat.
“No, no. Keep that bottom relaxed.” He patted each cheek in gentle warning, and her buttocks loosened slowly. “That’s it, very soft, just relax. That’s right, stay very still. There you go.”
His fingers eased back along that crease until he could feel the heat of her sex.
“Very pretty panties,” he murmured as he drew them down her thighs, revealing her bottom finally to his gaze, leaving the lace to bunch around her knees. He had to remember to breathe as he felt her bottom, squeezing again, taking a cheek in each hand and easing the buttocks apart, the humid, clean scent of her sex strong in his nostrils, the scent of her making his cock ache even more.
She was aroused! The knowledge of what that might mean made his head spin even as he inhaled deeply, making sure she knew he was doing it.
“Oh my God,” Amity’s small voice whimpered. “Please…”
“Quiet,” he gently admonished, smiling. “Nothing to be ashamed of. It’s quite normal.”
Well, that wasn’t quite true. It was normal for a submissive to be aroused at the prospect of a hard spanking, but he wasn’t so sure it was normal for a girl who appeared to be completely new to the entire idea. It didn’t matter though; he drank it in either way, her shame at that realization making the whole process that much sweeter.
He let her bottom close, placing a palm firmly against the full lower curve of a soft buttock. “Ready, Amity?”
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My book is but one of five in the box set What The Doctor Ordered (well over 180,000 words of depravity, all told), so this box set is set to be a great value for readers who enjoy medical BDSM, spanking, and Domestic Discipline.
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Thanks for reading, and I hope you’ll take some time to visit the other stops on this week’s hop. Until next week!