Wednesday, September 10, 2014

In Detention with Professor Black on Wicked Wanton Wednesday


She's Baaaaack!
 
Yes, Dinah McLeod has returned to WWW with yet another HOT spanking romance.  I think I'm just going to carve out a Wednesday each month for Ms. McLeod because she cranks these sucker out faster than you can say "Thank you, Sir.  May I have another."  
 
What do you think Dinah, will the 4th Wednesday work for you?  J
 
Today, Dinah shares a little of her thoughts behind the inspiration for the story and a cheek blushing excerpt.  I was talking about the upper cheeks, but if you bottom ones blush from reading, you get an atta girl (or boy) !
 
 

Doing things a little different this week...
 
Maddie's Intimate Authors Corner with Dinah McLeod:
 
 
I had so much fun writing Detention with Professor Black. A lot of us can relate to Michelle, who seems to have had one bad break after another. Lucky for her, “Professor” Joshua Black steps in at just the right moment to help our heroine find her way back to sanity and even luckier, he does it with a good, old-fashioned spanking while she’s bent over his desk!
 
To tell the truth, I wasn’t sure how this one was going to go because I’ve never had a schoolgirl fantasy—or teacher one, for that matter—but I was surprised by how much these characters sucked me in. Michelle is a strong girl who thinks she’s weak—can’t we all relate to that? And Joshua Black is just the man to set her straight!
 
I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! I love to hear from my readers so whether you loved or hated it, I’d love to hear from you at dinahmcleod594@yahoo.com
 
Happy reading!
 
An Excerpt from Detention with Professor Black:
 
“I was thinking that a spanking would clear the slate, so to speak.” I watched her carefully, expecting to see shock or disgust. Instead, she began to giggle.
 
“Very funny,” she replied, hooting with laughter. “That would be—” She caught sight of my face and her expression cleared, the merriment slowly leaving her eyes. It was a shame; the way she lit up, the way that her eyes crinkled when she laughed was absolutely breathtaking. “You’re not kidding, are you?”
 
Though there was no repulsion in her voice, there was more to it than mere curiosity. “No, I’m not,” I replied gently, wishing I had some clue as to what she was thinking. She hadn’t run for the door—which she could have at any time, really—so that was a good sign. I hoped.
 
“I just…I don’t know…is that even legal?”
 
I felt the corners of my lips twitching up in a smile. “Do you mean can I as your employer spank you? Only if you give your consent, Ms. Johnson.”
 
I’d expected that she’d breathe a sigh of relief, say “So long, sucker!” and head for the door, never to return. Instead, she tilted her head to the side, looking thoughtful. “Why did you think I would consent?”
 
“Excuse me?”
 
“I mean, if you never planned on doing it without my consent, you must have thought that I would.”
 
“More like, hoped you would,” I admitted. Granted, I lost a bit of the professional, in-charge demeanor I’d been trying to maintain by being so frank, but if this really had any chance of happening, I had to be upfront with her.
 
“So if I say no…then are you going to fire me?”
 
“Of course not,” I objected, stunned that she’d even ask. “I told you that I wouldn’t and I meant it.”
 
“So what happens if I just say no?”
 
You get to go home and I get to blue-ball for the rest of the night, I thought. “Then I’ll say goodnight and see you tomorrow.”
 
“Hmm,” she considered. It was amazing that she was still considering it at all.
 
“Are you wondering what it would be like to be spanked, Michelle?” Her scarlet cheeks and the little gasp that emitted from her parted lips told me what I needed to know.  It also made me feel in control once more.
 
“I…I mean, it’s silly, isn’t it? I’m a grown woman…”
 
“Who acted like a child,” I reprimanded. “You know better than to just say the first thing that comes to mind.”
 
She nodded, her expression pensive. “I know you’re right.”
 
I waited patiently. It was clear to see that she was weighing her decision and this wasn’t the type of thing to rush. I would let her take however long she needed and respect whatever decision she made—even if I hoped the scale would tip my way.
 
“I don’t think I’d ever be able to look you in the eye again,” she said quietly.
 
“I think that I’d have to insist that you did,” I replied gently. “And I’d help you get used to it.” To demonstrate, I tilted her chin up until her eyes were looking right into mine. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
 
“No, but you haven’t spanked me yet.”
 
Yet. My blood hummed a sweet, ecstatic song as it rushed through my veins. “So you’re saying this is what you want?”
 
“Yes.”
 
Her answer was so quiet that I wouldn’t have heard her at all if I hadn’t been straining my ears to listen for it. “Are you sure? I don’t want to frighten you, Michelle, but it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t tell you that once I start, I don’t intend to stop until I’m done.”

 
Come back next week my guest will be Kristin Elyon