Welcome to another addition of Saturday spanks! This week I have another excerpt from my book "Sir, Yes Sir". In this excerpt, Dean and Shelby have a very important discussion to have with their son about their growing family. Enjoy!

“I seem to recall you telling me that your dad was just as pleased with you as you are with
Morgan right now. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” 
“Watch it, Woman,” he growled. “You’re carrying my apple seed as we speak.”
I tossed my head back, sending my dark, wavy locks flying. “Apple seed? Really, Dean, you can do better than that.”
“Well, it’s my seed, I got that part right.”
“My point is, we’ve all done things to drive our parents crazy. You were Morgan’s age once, and you did the same things.”
“No way! I learned useful things with those guys. Hell, I can still recite the first Jodie I ever learned.”
“Don’t,” I moaned, but I was too late. Dean was already singing. 
“If I die in the Spanish Moors, bury me deep with a case of Coors! If I die in Korean mud, bury me deep with a case of Bud! If I die in a firefight--”
“Enough!” I protested. “You’ve made your point. Now go talk to your son!”
“Are you sure we can’t just send him a bouquet of balloons with baby bottles on them? Or better yet, say it with flowers?” I shot him a frigid look, but he just laughed. “All right, let’s talk to him together,” he countered. “Doing this without you was my first mistake.”

Here's a new excerpt from "Sir  Yes Sir"! Enjoy!
            
I could see it in my mind’s eye and picture waiting until after dinner,  until we were alone in the bedroom. I would stand before him with downcast eyes and flushed cheeks as I murmured my secret to the white shag carpet. 
“What?” he'd say, his voice somewhere between a gasp and a whisper. Feeling the pulsing of his cock, Dean would clear his throat and ask, louder, “What did you say?” 
“I was a bad girl,” I would admit, softly, looking into his eyes. 
“What did you do?” he’d ask, practically begging me to say it again. 
“I played with myself while you were away, Sir,” I'd admit, trying to
look away again. 
Dean wouldn’t have any of it, though. He’d stand up, towering over me, and take my jaw in his hand. He’d scold me with his eyes and still unable to resist the lure of my mouth he’d bend his head to capture my tongue. The kiss would be possessive and just a bit forceful and it would take my breath away. Like now.

Hope you all had an awesome, spank-arific Valentine's! If your husband is the dog house for forgetting your present, ask for a copy of my newest work, "Sir, Yes Sir"!

Shelby Davies has been the perfect Army wife for almost two decades. When her husband, Dean, decides to retire early it throws their world into chaos. Suddenly, she is the one supporting the family financially and every day she wonders where her take-charge solider went to. 

Dean can see the pain in his wife’s eyes every time he looks at her. He knows he’s the cause of it, which is why he can’t ever tell her what really happened. He’s afraid of how she’ll look at him once she knows. 

Can they find a way to salvage their marriage out of the wreckage of broken dreams?
 
“Bend over the bed, sweetheart.” 
He hadn’t called me sweetheart in so long that the tears began to fall. “I’m sorry,” I said reaching out a hand to tentatively stroke his chest. 
Dean reached for my hand and covered it with his own, giving it a squeeze. “Me too. You know why I have to spank you,  right?"
“I was disrespectful."    
“And?”     
“And rude.”     
“And?”
“Um...”
“Shelby,” he prompted, a note of impatience in his husky voice. 

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Hard to believe that it's time for our weekly dose of spankings already! Time flies when you're having fun. :) Here's another snippet of "Love Hurts" featuring Brandon and Karen. This scene comes during her hairbrush spanking. 

"Have you learned anything?" he asked suddenly. 
"Um...not to bite you," I replied, my lips still quivering. "Sir."
"That's a good lesson," he chuckled. "Anything else?"
"No kicking?" I guessed, crying again as heat continued to radiate over my rear. 
"Also good, but why did I spank you in the first place, Karen?"
"For b-being mean," I answered. 
"You're too sweet of a girl to be mean," he replied gently. 
I couldn't imagine where he'd gotten that from. Was he so delusional that  he took my usual take-no-shit attitude for PMS? "No one ever calls me sweet."
"Well, now someone is and you need to live up to it."

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“Do you always answer a question with a question?” Suddenly, his voice went from friendly to stern. “If that’s the case, it’s definitely a habit you should break.”
I almost choked on the second sip of wine I’d just taken. I stood to my feet, spluttering. Brandon made a move toward me, but I held my hand out, shaking my head. When I stopped coughing, I leveled him with a stare that had been known to make grown men cry. Mostly my assistant, but still.
“What is that supposed to be?”
“Excuse me?” I asked indignantly.
“That look right now. I can’t tell if you’re pissed or turned on, so I thought I’d check.”

Hope you enjoyed this excerpt from "Love Hurts"! Now available both on Amazon and Blushing Books.