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:
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“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
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