Hello!! It has been so long, Saturday Spanks Friends! I hope you are all well! I am delighted to share with you that I have a new book out! It is the third in the Old Fashioned Husband's series, the story of Cara and Kevin whom we saw briefly in "Sir, Yes Sir".
I hope you enjoy the excerpt I have for you today, and if you do, please feel free to look for it on Amazon or Blushing, or your preferred Kindle store. :)
“Would you like to dance?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I protested with a little laugh. “I’m not a great dancer.”
Kevin rose to his feet and extended his hand. “How about letting me be the judge of that?”
I shook my head, half-laughing as I blushed, but before I could protest further, I caught sight of his easy, confidant smile and found myself nodding. What’s wrong with me? My mind shouted at me as I allowed myself to be pulled to my feet. I sidled up next to him and right before we began to make our way to the dance floor I felt his hand come down once, sharply, on the center of my ass. With a startled gasp, I turned toward him, waiting expectantly, but he’d already begun walking toward the other dancers and pulling me along as though nothing had happened.
My ass tingled where his hand had briefly connected, telling me that something definitely had happened. I blushed hotly, not sure what to do. Should I say something? As soon as the thought entered my head, I dismissed it, my cheeks burning hotter than my bottom. What was it about him? How was he so gentlemanly, so courteous and considerate and so much fun at the same time? I never would have let another man swat me and live to tell the tale, yet I found myself letting Kevin pull me into his arms for a slow dance after doing that very thing. Maybe it wasn’t him—it was me.
“Be a good girl,” he whispered, his brown eyes dancing as he looked down at me and held me in his arms.
I hope you enjoy the excerpt I have for you today, and if you do, please feel free to look for it on Amazon or Blushing, or your preferred Kindle store. :)
“Would you like to dance?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” I protested with a little laugh. “I’m not a great dancer.”
Kevin rose to his feet and extended his hand. “How about letting me be the judge of that?”
I shook my head, half-laughing as I blushed, but before I could protest further, I caught sight of his easy, confidant smile and found myself nodding. What’s wrong with me? My mind shouted at me as I allowed myself to be pulled to my feet. I sidled up next to him and right before we began to make our way to the dance floor I felt his hand come down once, sharply, on the center of my ass. With a startled gasp, I turned toward him, waiting expectantly, but he’d already begun walking toward the other dancers and pulling me along as though nothing had happened.
My ass tingled where his hand had briefly connected, telling me that something definitely had happened. I blushed hotly, not sure what to do. Should I say something? As soon as the thought entered my head, I dismissed it, my cheeks burning hotter than my bottom. What was it about him? How was he so gentlemanly, so courteous and considerate and so much fun at the same time? I never would have let another man swat me and live to tell the tale, yet I found myself letting Kevin pull me into his arms for a slow dance after doing that very thing. Maybe it wasn’t him—it was me.
“Be a good girl,” he whispered, his brown eyes dancing as he looked down at me and held me in his arms.
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