Another #Backlist Monday is upon us. And it’s December! Yay! I love December. Cold days, colder nights. Time to snuggle. Or, you know, ginger works too.
She didn’t want to stress him out more. But their agreement was total honesty – which was so much harder than it had sounded when she originally agreed to it.
“I know you’re tired and stressed and probably just want to go crash,” she admitted, “but, um, I kind of have something to confess.”
“What?” he asked with a yawn.
“I killed the smoke detector.”
He blinked at her. “You what?”
“I killed the smoke detector. It was going off,” she said, sitting up and waving frantically as if that would help explain everything. “Shrieking for no good reason. I tried to reset it like you do, but it hates me. So I, umm, tried to reset it with the hammer.”
He opened his mouth twice before he got his next words out. “And I’m assuming the hammer completely reset it.”
“I didn’t mean to hit that hard. But when I looked, it was everywhere. In pieces,” she added, feeling a little ashamed of herself.
Clearing his throat, he nodded slowly. “I see. And you didn’t call me because?”
“It was shrieking and I wasn’t thinking and I, err, well, I wanted it to shut up.” Her cheeks flamed with heat and she knew she was a bright pink.
“Did you remember any of the hints we’ve talked about to help you calm down?” His voice was gentle, caring, which just made her feel worse.
“No.” It was hard to get the word out, as all of the things he had worked with her on in the past came back to her. Take a walk. Jog. Meditate. If something was bad right in front of her, turn and walk away.
“Go get the ginger,” he said calmly.
“We don’t have any,” she said quickly, both happy and sad about that.
“We do. It’s in the cupboard with the spices.” Wincing slightly, he stood up. “Strip and go stand in a corner.” His words were firm but tired and she felt retched as she stripped and faced
the corner closest to her. “Holy shit,” he said and she winced, knowing he had found the smoke detector.
A cupboard was opened and the sound of a peeler filled the air. Each zzzzzzzzzzt as the piece of metal peeled the ginger made her fidget back and forth. Her sphincter clenched in reaction to each sound and she hummed softly trying to ignore it. As much as she enjoyed the aftermath, she hated having that root in her ass. But even worse was the worry that he would take her out again while it was in place. That was torture. No matter that the sex they had afterward was the best in their entire marriage so far.
His footsteps came into the living room and she felt him behind her. “Spread your legs, bend over and pull your cheeks apart.”
Ugh. She hated doing this. It would be so much easier if he would just do it to her. But no, she was an equal partner in this discipline and this was her part. Besides actually breaking the rule in the first place. Whimpering, she bent over, leaning against the wall for balance as she reached up and pulled her butt cheeks apart. Waiting for the telltale squirt of the lube, she was shocked when he pressed the root up against her hole without it. “Uh, Matt? Lube?”
“Not tonight. The ginger’s wet enough to slide right in. And technically, the lube cuts down on the experience. Tonight, Julie, you get the full discipline. You’ll wear this and I’ve cut a rather large divot so it’s going to stay in. It will remain in while we eat dinner and until after we’ve watched television. If you’re a good girl and don’t fidget too much, I’ll take it out before bedtime. Otherwise? You’re wearing it all night long.”
Her mouth dropped open which was a strange feeling while hanging upside down. “Matt, no,” she whined. All night long? It might kill her.
“Yes,” he insisted. “Every bit of damage you do has consequences, Julie. We’ll have to pay for a new smoke detector and any damage the manager wants to add on for your little temper tantrum. This is the least you can do.”
Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes as he pressed the root into her bottom. As it seeded itself with an annoying plop that she felt more than heard, he patted her rump. “Stand up.” His hands held her waist, forcing her to stand slower than she would normally. By the time she was up, the heat had started. His arms wrapped around her and he kissed her forehead. “Thank you for your honesty,” he said quietly. “Now let’s go make dinner.”
Where They Both Belong
Length: Novella + short story
Genre: Erotic Spanking Romance
Series: Corbin’s Bend (To see more Corbin’s Bend novel/las, go to the Corbin’s Bend website.)
Life-long residents of Mesa, Arizona, both of Matt & Julie Renton’s conservative families turned on them when their discipline lifestyle became public knowledge. Months after being fired from his job, Matt was just getting by doing day labor. Worried over Julie’s stress level, he set his hopes on getting into a new housing development in Colorado called Corbin’s Bend where they could be themselves and his lovely wife could finally relax.
Combined with Matt’s natural ability to find the most unique forms of discipline he could imagine, Julie found herself at home in their new community filled with wonderful residents who were nice, friendly, and the kind of people she could open up to.
Tried, true, and tested before they even reached Colorado, Matt and Julie worked hard to keep their relationship strong even as they started a new life. With a new job for Matt and complete acceptance from the community for Julie, they began to feel that this just might be where they belonged. Especially when the community’s welcome basket arrived with a little surprise.
This volume also includes the short story Eau de Guilt
Brittany broke a little rule. If she didn’t find a way to ease her boyfriend Trevor into hearing about it, she might not sit down for weeks. Prepared to soften him up with every one of his favorite dishes, it never occurred to her that in Corbin’s Bend, this kind of thing had a way of coming out, even if you didn’t want it to. Now the only thing left was a discipline spanking and it just might turn her world upside down.