Today, I've got the lovely Kelly Dawson visiting with her new age play romance "Daddy Takes the Reins."
She
sat on the edge of the bath, resting against him, watching while he squirted
shower gel into the running water to make suds. Despite still feeling so wobbly
on her feet, so weak and dizzy, she smiled. How long had it been since she’d
had a bubble bath? She couldn’t remember.
She
didn’t protest when Clay undid the buttons on her shirt, gently easing it back
off her shoulders. She didn’t complain when he slid her jodhpurs down her
thighs, lifting up first one foot and then the other, to pull them off the ends
of her feet. But she let out a startled cry when his soft hands returned to her
back, to undo the fastenings on her bra.
“Let
me take care of you,” he murmured, kissing her cheek. “You’re safe, I promise
you. You wanted to be a little kid again, to have someone take care of you, to
be claimed and punished. Well I’m claiming you. I’m taking care of you. I’ll be
your daddy – you’ll be my little girl. I will take care of you.”
Too
tired to argue, she smiled in agreement. Right now, that sounded like bliss.
She
didn’t resist when Clay gently slid her bra forward down over her arms, freeing
her breasts. And when he stood her up to slide her knickers down her legs, she
cooperated with him, holding onto his shoulders for balance and lifting her
feet one at a time so she could step out of them. Strangely, she wasn’t
embarrassed when she stood there in front of him in all her naked glory,
watching as his eyes roamed over her.
“You’re
beautiful,” he whispered. Then he stood up. “In you get,” he commanded, helping
her step over the side and lower herself down into the bubbles.
She
leaned back and closed her eyes as the warm water washed over her, disappearing
under the hot suds right up to her neck. She kept her eyes closed as Clay
soaped up a washcloth and ran it over her skin, thoroughly cleaning her entire
body, every single crevice, with a gentle, circular motion. She should be
asking him to stop, she should be mortified at this man touching her, washing
her most intimate places, but she wasn’t. She felt cared for and secure; she
felt all her stress slipping away as the suds washed over her. She felt
content.
“Lie
back.” Clay pushed her head down into the water gently, running his fingers
through her hair, wetting the strands from root to tip. She could feel the
strength in his fingers as he massaged her scalp, kneading the shampoo over her
head and through her hair. Thick lather ran down his wrists and into the water
around her as he washed her hair, then he tilted her head back and rinsed it
out expertly.
She
smiled. When had anyone ever washed her hair? She hadn’t even set foot in a
hair salon in years – Annie always trimmed her hair for her when it got too
long. She’d never cared enough about her appearance to bother with professional
haircuts. It seemed a bit pointless really, to pay a fortune for a flash
hair-do when she looked ridiculous anyway by screwing up her face at random. Annie. How was she getting on? Was she
all settled into her new home already? Now that she knew Rose’s immediate
future was secure, she’d been intending to go and visit Annie, maybe take her
out for lunch. She sat up.
“I
need to go; I have to go see Annie.”
Clay
shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere – you’re exhausted. You need a
sleep. After you’ve had a nap, I’ll drive you there myself, I promise.”
“I
need to see her,” she whined. “You don’t understand,” she pleaded.
Clay
put a finger to her lips, shushing her. “You will see her, but you need a nap
first. You’ve been running yourself ragged, stressing yourself out to the point
of collapse.” He looked at his watch. “It’s only 11 o’clock. Ordinarily, you’d
still be working now. You can sleep until 2pm, then we’ll go visit her. Deal?
I’ll get your shift covered for this afternoon so you can spend the entire
evening with her.”
She
nodded. That sounded fair.
“I’m glad you agreed to that, little
girl,” he told her, and winked. Then his voice took on a stern tone. “Because
when little girls are naughty, they go across their daddy’s knee, their pants
get pulled down, and their bottoms get smacked. It would be most unfortunate if
you found yourself in that position now, wouldn’t it?” He winked again. “A
spanking hurts so much more on wet skin.
Blurb:
When she lands a job as an
apprentice jockey at a racing stable, Bianca is determined not to let her
Tourette’s Syndrome interfere with her dream career, and she does her best to
conceal her occasional tics from her ridiculously handsome new boss. But Clay
Lewis is not an easy man to fool. He soon discovers her secret, and when he
casually mentions that she ought to be spanked for her deception it sets
Bianca’s heart racing like nothing ever has before.
Her crush on Clay grows stronger by
the day, but while she strives to impress him at work Bianca struggles to deal
with tragic circumstances in her own life. With her younger sister—and lifelong
best friend—incapacitated by terminal cancer and becoming more dependent on her
by the day, she finds herself pushing herself to the point of skipping meals
and going without sleep.
Clay can see the toll that stress is
taking on Bianca, and when she collapses from exhaustion at the stable he knows
it is time for him to step in, but not as a boss or as a boyfriend. What she
needs is a loving daddy who will both comfort her when she is sad and bare her
bottom and spank her like a naughty little girl when she doesn’t take care of
herself properly.
Bianca delights in the attention she
receives from Clay, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her as his own
it brings her more pleasure than she would have ever thought possible, but she
cannot help wondering if he will stay by her side even when her tics are at
their worst. Can she truly trust Clay enough to surrender her heart to him and
let her daddy take the reins?
Publisher’s Note: Daddy Takes the Reins is an erotic
romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If
such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
About the Author:
Kelly
Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get
lost in a good book - preferably one containing spanking!
Daddy Takes the Reins is particularly close
to Kelly’s heart because, like Bianca, Kelly has Tourette’s Syndrome. The
experiences Bianca goes through due to her Tourette’s are similar in many ways
to what Kelly has gone through herself.
A
life-long closet-spanko, Kelly started writing spanking stories on every spare
scrap of paper in the house as a child. So when she discovered the internet and
spanking romance along with it, she was most excited. But it took her a good
decade of devouring these stories before she got up the courage to submit her
own. And now, here she is, 6 books later, with a plethora of ideas still to
write!
She
lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand,
with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.
