Once upon a time, Maggie Carpenter invaded Wicked Wanton Wednesday with a freakin' HOT BDSM fairy tale...
and Maddie Taylor swooned happily ever after!
Yum-mee!!!
I only have one question, with a title like THE WARRIOR AND THE PETULANT
PRINCESS is a blurb even necessary?
Immediately, my wicked mind conjured up visions of a royal princess with her glittering gown up around her shoulders while squirming, wriggling and displaying her naughty behind over a brawny, hard muscled thigh of a brave, commanding take no sh#t warrior knight.
<heavy sigh... heavier panting... squirming and a little wriggle of my own>
However, since Maggie brought along a blurb, let's give it a look-see before we move on to the best part, the wicked wanton excerpt.
Maggie and her sexy snippets has certainly become one of my favorite guests.
THE WARRIOR AND THE PETULANT PRINCESS
By Maggie Carpenter
BLURB
“The
days that you issue commands are over,” he admonished. “I shall spank you as
you deserve, and if you dare to bark at me again I will keep my promise and remove
this thin undergarment."
In this romantic BDSM
fairy tale, an elite warrior delivers lustful spankings to the deserving bottom
of his pampered Princess while tantalizingly teaching her the joys of the
flesh. Princess Lizbett learns that while punishment can be painful, the
rewards of surrender to the arms of a loving Dominant, offers not just an
ironic sense of freedom, but ultimate pleasure.
Once upon a time, in a lustrous kingdom named Verdana, lived a
strong-willed, petulant Princess named Lizbett, the only child of the kingdom’s
sovereign monarch, King Handerah. Though the King had attempted to discipline
his difficult daughter it proved impossible; her appealing violet eyes would
melt his heart, and she’d continue with her willful ways.
As a young woman, she had fallen madly in crush with a
mysterious young man who was working in the castle stables for the summer. His
name was Larian; his hair fell in long shimmering ringlets and his clear aqua
eyes sparkled into hers.
“You are so spoiled,” he’d whispered. “I must leave here soon,
but when I am grown I will be back, and then I will teach you many things.”
He kept his promise, but when he returned she was shocked to
learn he was from Zanderone, a kingdom of mighty warriors. He had won the title
of Warrior of the First Order, and it soon became clear he was more than man
enough to deal with her rash, reckless, and selfish behavior.
“What
is this?” she protested, and as she attempted to sit up she discovered she
could not; her opposite wrist and both her ankles were also tethered. “Who has
done this to me?” she wailed. “Show yourself. You must be a coward to tie a
woman like this.”
Movement across the room caught her eye,
and she sighed in relief when she saw it was Larian.
“Thank goodness! Look, Larian, look what
someone has done to me!”
She watched him ambling towards the bed
and began squirming impatiently.
“Why are you moving so slowly? Please,
Larian, please hurry and get me out of these ropes.”
He stopped at the foot of the bed, and
crossing his arms he glowered down at her.
“I tied you!” he declared.
“What? You? Why?”
“If you do not know then I must leave,”
he growled walking away.
“Wait? Where are you going? You can’t
leave me like this. I won’t allow it. Why? Why did you do this? Tell me, I
demand you tell me.”
Ignoring her he continued to move away,
but just as he was about to leave the chamber he turned around.
“Think about the question you asked me,”
he said sternly, then disappeared through the curtain.
“STOP! COME BACK HERE!”
Her voice was loud and shrill, and she
groaned with great relief when he suddenly reappeared.
“Thank goodness! I should think so!”
He moved swiftly across the room, and
only when he sat next to her did she notice what was in his hand.
“No, not the horse bit thing, no!”
“Screaming is not acceptable. I’m going
to leave it right here,” he said placing it next to her. “If you yell like that
again it will go inside your mouth, but be warned, I’ve added a very
distasteful potion and you won’t like it.”
“How long are you going to leave me
here,” she pleaded.
“I told you to think about the last
question you asked, before you began screeching that is. When you have the
answer to that question, then, and only then, will I consider releasing you.”
Speechless, she watched him stand up and
march away, then stared at the bit laying next to her. She wanted to wail at
him, she wanted to yell and pound her fists on his chest, but she certainly
didn’t want that thing back between her teeth. Sighing heavily she closed her
eyes and thought about his comment.
“I told you to think about the last
question you asked.”
Why? That was my question, why did you do
this to me? He’s punishing me for something, yes, he’s punishing me. That’s the
answer. Wait, that’s only part of the answer. Why is he punishing me? Ooh,
because I snuck into his chamber and climbed into bed with him. Of course, but
he was sleeping. What does it matter? If only I’d woken first I could have
snuck away and he’d never have known. Oh well, at least I have the answer now.
“Larian, I know why,” she called.
Silence.
“Larian!” she called again, a little
louder.
“LARIAN!”
His body whistled through the curtain and
zipped across the room so quickly she barely had time to catch her breath
before he was placing the bit between her teeth.
“HUMPHH!”
“I warned you,” he said sternly, standing
up scowling down at her. “Does everyone jump when you yell? Did you expect me
to come running because you think you have the answer? Foolish girl,” he
scolded. “You called once, that was
enough. You will learn I will come when I’m ready to come, not because you yell
for me. I was very clear, scream and the bit goes in your mouth. Now you will
stay tied up even longer.”
“Hmphf,” she bleated, her eyes pleading
up at him.
“Enough! Not another sound!”
Turning quickly he strode away, and as
Lizbett saw the curtain flutter in his wake the first bitter taste of the
potion on the hard rubber between her lips began to fill her mouth.
Oh, this is dreadful, what is it? Ooh,
this is... but before she could finish her thought a small voice began
chattering in her head.
Larian is a warrior, he is a Warrior Of
The First Order, he is a Commander. His will is iron, his promise is gold, his
threats are real, his mind is as sharp as his sword. You have his love, but if
you want him you have to realize he means what he says. If you want him you will have to obey him. If
you want him you will have to be...a...a good girl, a really good girl.
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Thank you for dropping by
today Maggie. You are my last guest of 2014.
I will have a special
New Year wrap up post but otherwise, stay tuned to WWW in 2015 for more
exciting author guest spots, wonderful excerpts, and awesome interviews.
Merry Christmas to all and I
hope Santa brings you lots of Amazon dollars to keep you warm through the long,
cold winter.
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