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She needed his protection, except he insisted on her honest submission first.
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Welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop. My stories are all M/f with the dominant male determined to protect the woman he cares for and loves, or grows to love, by doing whatever it takes to ensure her safety and continued health. This includes administering a spanking when she needs one.
My submission for this week is from my first BDSM novel, A Dom's Dilemma, published by Blushing Books.
In honor of the Love Spanks Blog Hop, Saturday Spankings isn't counting words or sentences this week, so this excerpt is much longer than usual.
In this scene, Jim, a former Texan who by day works as a police detective and by night lives and plays as a Dom, is in the Velvet Chains BDSM medical station attempting to give his new submissive, Kelly Franklin, an anal exam. As a submissive, Kelly leaves much to be desired. So when she openly defies Jim, he needs to put a quick end to her shenanigans. However, Jim suspects fear, rather than brattiness, is responsible for Kelly's reactions, so he opts to give her one last chance to settle down and obey him. Unfortunately, Kelly has very good reasons why she's refusing to submit, but they aren't anything she's willing to share with her new Dom.
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"You ever had anal sex, Kelly girl?"
Her eyes opened wide and she looked so scared he suspected he'd just hit upon another area they'd need to work on. "No, Sir," she answered, surprising him.
"Hmm. You've got an awful lot of fear in you for somethin' you've never done. Wanna revise your answer?"
She considered it for a moment, then quietly said, "No, Sir."
"You don't wanna be lyin' to me, sugar. Lyin' is somethin' I have little tolerance for, and hand out very harsh punishments when I discover the truth. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Her reply came with a quivering lip. Not wanting to start her crying again, he backed down, though he knew something wasn't right. Fear that strong was not normal for an act a person hadn't experienced.
"Very well," he replied, letting her off the hook, but suspecting his new little sub had just earned herself a painful trip over his knees. "In any case," he added, regarding her with an arched eyebrow. "I happen to like doin' it…. A lot. That means, this next exercise is meant to help prepare you so you'll eventually be able to take me back there without discomfort. Now, don't gape at me like I'm fixin' to rape you, girl. This examination won't hurt, but it may feel a little full and uncomfortable at first, so I'm gonna give you instructions you need to obey without hesitation. All right?"
She gave her head a vehement shake, which should have earned her a sharp reprimand. Instead, he gazed at her steadily. "Kelly girl, don't make me get firm with you, now. You're doin' so well, I'd hate to have to punish you for bein' difficult, but I will, if you force my hand."
Though her eyes opened even wider, she didn't respond. He would have liked a verbal acknowledgement from her, but let it pass. "Now, I need you to press down as if you're havin' a BM."
When she shook her head again, he scowled at her. "Kellly…."
"No!" she snapped back, actually shouting this time.
Jim considered her carefully for a moment. He knew she was anxious, but he also knew he had no intention of hurting her. Unfortunately, her fear had her openly defying him. He wanted to be patient and reassure her, except her attitude made that difficult, if not impossible. Taking a deep breath, he decided to give her one more chance.
"Darlin', that word is not in your vocabulary tonight, and you're bein' stubborn. Now, press down toward me." She shook her head again, so he extended one hand and depressed her abdomen in preparation to push inside her and she screamed. He hadn't even touched her, and she screamed like he'd ripped her apart. Not a normal reaction by half.
"Kelly! You quiet down this instant, young lady, or I'll turn you over my knee and give you the sound paddlin' you're beggin' for."
When she screamed again, Jim knew from experience no number of soft words or coaxing would calm her. She was too panicked to listen to him anymore. So, he removed his gloves, tossed them away, and glanced at George. "Mark this as 'in use'. We'll be back once we've had a talk about obedience."
George smiled and nodded. This wasn't the first time a sub had gone ballistic on them, but Kelly was in full struggle mode now. So, when George unbuckled the restraints on her feet he kept a firm hold on them while Jim unfastened the restraint under her breasts, then her wrists, making sure to capture both in one hand in case Kelly tried to wriggle free. After checking with George she was clear, Jim undid the strap at her hips, let go of one wrist, flipped her over on her stomach, captured the hand he'd released and clicked the metal fasteners on her Velcro wristbands so they locked together.
She hadn't stopped screaming, and now she kicked and bucked like a filly resisting saddle breaking. He'd done his share of training horses, but his way of dealing with a recalcitrant sub was quite a bit different from his methods of gentling a mare.
"Looks like I may need to trot this filly back to the chainin' station, George, and take a crop to her hide until she settles down."
Kelly froze at those words. At least she was listening now. She breathed heavily, but outside of a slight shiver, she held quiet and still beneath the fingers he kept wrapped about her wrists.
Bending low, he whispered, "You'd best stop your shenanigans and start doin' what I say, or you're gonna be one unhappy little girl."
"I don't want this!" she insisted.
"Now, I didn't ask you what you wanted, did I? Wanna know why? Because your job, subbie, is to obey me. If you don't, you're gonna get punished, and that's a simple fact."
When she wailed at that pronouncement, he placed his left hand between her shoulders and brought his right palm down sharply on her butt, and growled. "Enough! You've already earned yourself one paddlin'. Don't make me add swats for willful disobedience and disruption."
"I don't care who hears me!" she screamed, struggling again for all she was worth. "Let me go, you asshole!"
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Hmm. Problem is if you give Kelly a shovel, she'll dig her own grave, then hand it back as a paddle.
M/F, Kinky happenings in rural Connecticut.
If you're 18 or older, you can read the first three chapters at A Dom's Dilemma
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