Saturday Spankings - Rory's first time...

Here's another taste of Jack's heavy hand from Polished.  Rory and Spencer have no idea what they've asked for.  Good thing Jack knows exactly what he's doing.

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With his other wrist secured, Spencer was stretched to the max, making it difficult to keep his balance with his ankles captured in his pants and that pain-in-the-ass cast.

“Fuck, you look amazing,” Jack said. “Don’t you think so, Rory?”

“Mmm-hmm. He does.” Her head cocked to the side as she sized him up. “What are we going to do to him?”

Spencer smirked at her and shook his head. Even he understood that was a mistake.

“First you’re going to get your sweet little ass down from there and bend over the counter while I show you who the fuck is the boss around here.”

Spencer flashed his eyes at Jack as he took off his belt. “Don’t worry. I won’t leave a mark on her, I promise.”

Rory didn’t seem as convinced, yet she lay delicately over the counter without a peep. Jack raked her dress up over her bare ass. He slipped his hand between her thighs. “You cleaned up.”

“I was a mess.”

“Bad girl.” The belt snapped against her skin and she let out a sharp cry. 

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Saturday Spankings with Jack and Rory from Polished

I'd like to introduce you to Jack Rothman and Rory Campbell from Polished.  Rory is new to spankings, as her longtime boyfriend Spencer Hartley is no Dom.  But Jack knows exactly what she needs and Spencer is happy to give her every opportunity to get it. Jack knows what Spencer needs too, but that is another part of the story...

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The cool nylon of his running pants warmed quickly under her belly. The hard muscle of his legs tensed, bracing her like an anvil. He rubbed his flattened palm over her bare ass cheeks in a slow circle. So soft, so round. She lay still as a statue, obediently, as if she’d done this a million times. “Then we’ll all go to the movies or go bowling. Something normal people do.”

“Because we’re so normal, right?”

He raised his hand high and let the first crack of his palm rain down on her ass. “This is our normal. It’s the only normal that matters.”

She whimpered and bowed her head. “Another…please, sir.”

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Six Sentence Sunday time.  Now for a peek at Pryor Davies from Double Take.  

“You don’t even know the effect you have on people.” Pryor was inches from her, caressing every bit of her face with his stare.

She certainly had no response for that, at least not a verbal one. Her body, however, didn’t seem to have a problem finding a reaction. The way his eyes floated over her with a string of thoughts parading carefully behind them made her skin prickle with heat and her blood rush south.

Six Sentence Sunday!  More from Double Take ... meet Tristan Davies.

She nodded, but it wasn’t just his company she wanted. In the room, circulating around them like thick smoke was the feral attraction she couldn't ignore.

He stood over her, lean muscle and olive skin flowing under his khaki shirt. Shannon had known his tenderness, recognized it in the glimmer of his eyes when he looked at her, even through the narrow eye sockets of his mask. She knew his strength, too—his uncompromising intent, the fight that wouldn’t be distinguished. The two sides of Tristan…she desired both.

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SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY! - I'm not a virgin anymore. This is my very first SSS offering and I'm starting with a little something from my latest release, Double Take. Let's start with the beginning, shall we?

Shannon took in the sight of them. Two sleek chiseled frames, perfectly male, unmistakably powerful, standing in nothing but the low hung cotton underwear they’d slept in. She followed the valleys at each of their hips, suddenly grateful for the ten sets of military style sit-ups neither started the day without. Identical bodies stood languidly over her only an arm’s length away, radiating with confidence and compassion and sex. She couldn’t love either of them more, though her reasons for loving each had proven unique if not complex. The Davies twins were one of a kind and no one else but Pryor and Tristan could better prepare her for what she needed to do.