A special Sunday
spotlight, featuring
Maggie Carpenter,
a prolific author of
erotic romance.
In Maggie's world...
"Men are Dominant, not domineering.
Women are artfully spanked and teased, treasured and revered.
Its a world of handcuffs and spreader bars.
Crops, floggers, paddles and hot hands.
A world of leather and lace, corsets and stockings.
A world of pleasure..."
Thank you for giving a glimpse into your world today, Maggie. As always it is a decadent pleasure.
ULTIMATE
CONTROL
An Erotic Novella Series
DOMINATING DESTINY
“The Peppermints”
I didn’t know what I wanted.
That’s not true, I did, sort of.
Sometimes we don’t know what we want, what we really
want, until it
arrives with a very loud bang.
Or in this case, a very hard smack.
He had been my boyfriend for a while.
I thought I knew him.
I did not!
He said he had a vision.
He wouldn’t tell me what it was.
But he said he thought I could make it real.
A vision made real?
Me?
How?
~~~~~
AN EXCERPT FROM
DOMINATING DESTINY
“The Peppermints”
Moments later, standing in the middle
of the bedroom, he lifted my dress over my head, then kissing my neck he began
roaming his hands over my body. I was lost in a sea of emotion, mumbling his
name as he walked me backwards to the bed, and when he sat down and pulled me
over his knee, I was overcome with relief.
It occurred to me if someone had told
me just a short time ago that lying across Brad’s lap getting my ass spanked would
become one of my favorite things in the whole world, I would have told them
they were certifiably insane, but a hot slap hit my backside and it snapped me
from my thoughts. Reaching across the bed I grabbed a pillow. It had become a
thing with me, cuddling a pillow as he spanked me.
“Do you know why I’m doing this?” he asked, landing
another solid smack.
“Because you want to?”
“Well, yes, I always want to, but
besides that.”
“No, I don’t think I do.”
“You were playing games with me, and
that’s not acceptable.
You were going to make us late on purpose.”
“Only because I needed your
attention,” I protested, suddenly feeling like a naughty child. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
His hand abruptly spanked down,
twice, hard, in the center of my sit spot.
“OW! What did I say?”
“You didn’t know what else to do? What about, Brad,
I can see there’s something on your mind and it’s
scaring me.”
“I, uh…”
“Should I have opened up?” he
continued. “Yes, and I was going to but I wasn’t ready. You didn’t trust me. You didn’t trust us. You went to the worst
possible scenario, and now I’m going to spank that insecurity out of you.”
He was right. Of course he was right.
He was annoyingly right, and as I writhed and squirmed as he resumed his work I
buried my head in the pillow, ouch’ing and ow’ing with gratitude and pain.
“In the future, when you’re scared or worried, don’t hold back,” he lectured landing
some hard swats in the middle of my backside. “There is nothing you can’t talk to me about, or ask me, or
confess to me. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir, yes,” I gasped. “I will, I
swear.”
His hand stopped spanking, and after
soothing my skin for a few minutes, sending me into that warm, calm, amazing
place, he ordered me to climb on the bed and rest on my hands and knees. As I
did, I watched him undress. God, I loved his body, and when he kneeled behind
me, and his thumbs separated my pussy lips, I held my breath. A moment later
his member was at my entrance, and I let out a long, low, moan.
“You’re so
wet,” he muttered, “you’re positively soaked.”
Clutching my hips he thrust inside
me, pummeling me with strong, fast, hard strokes. He was ferocious,
impassioned, and demanding, and as my orgasm quickly drew near, I found myself
craving a peppermint. As if reading my mind he withdrew, leaned over me, and
retrieving the tin of hot mints from the bedside table he flipped open the lid.
“Here, suck hard,” he ordered,
picking out two and dropping them in my mouth, “and I mean it, suck hard.”
Quickly returning to his position he
plunged back inside me, and pressing the mints between my tongue and the roof
of my mouth, I squeezed my eyes shut as he pumped me into my orgasm.
The sparkling spasms shivered through
my limbs, the heat of the peppermints burned down my throat, and I crunched
them between my teeth as I surrendered to the all-consuming convulsions,
finally collapsing on my stomach as the last ripple of delicious sensation left
my body.
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Hey Maddie, thanks so much for having me. It's always so great to visit with you.
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