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This snippet is from my latest release, "Maggie Meets Her Match" and is told from her husband, Clay's perspective. This is right after her first whipping as a married woman.
When I joined Maggie on the bed this time, a timid whimper escaped her parted lips. I shushed her gently before opening the bottle and tipping it over her bottom, allowing a generous amount of liquid to spill on to her cherry-red, striped cheeks.
Her happy sigh made it well worth it. “What is that?”
“Not sure, Mags,” I replied as I began to work the ointment into her bottom. I took my time, slowly rubbing her cheeks until they were well coated with the stuff. Even when I knew I’d done a thorough job, my hand still lingered on her backside, caressing her warm cheeks. “Just know my ma used it to treat burns and I can get some more, if need be.” Intuition told me it would be prudent to get a jar every other trip to town.
“That could get costly,” Maggie said, almost as though she’d heard my thoughts. “What do you say we just burn the strap instead?”
Would her sense of humor always take me so by surprise? Even though she was being sassy, I couldn’t help but laugh at her. “Was that your first jest as a married woman?”
She smiled up at me, her eyes radiating warmth. “I guess it was, Mr. Callahan.”
“Aw, you don’t have to go and be all formal-like,” I teased. “You can just call me Clay.”
She giggled up at me. “Clay,” she repeated in a murmur that I found downright tempting.
My cock strained against my trousers, hard to the point of aching. I had to get away from her naked skin, or I’d get drunk with my own desire.
This snippet is from my latest release, "Maggie Meets Her Match" and is told from her husband, Clay's perspective. This is right after her first whipping as a married woman.
When I joined Maggie on the bed this time, a timid whimper escaped her parted lips. I shushed her gently before opening the bottle and tipping it over her bottom, allowing a generous amount of liquid to spill on to her cherry-red, striped cheeks.
Her happy sigh made it well worth it. “What is that?”
“Not sure, Mags,” I replied as I began to work the ointment into her bottom. I took my time, slowly rubbing her cheeks until they were well coated with the stuff. Even when I knew I’d done a thorough job, my hand still lingered on her backside, caressing her warm cheeks. “Just know my ma used it to treat burns and I can get some more, if need be.” Intuition told me it would be prudent to get a jar every other trip to town.
“That could get costly,” Maggie said, almost as though she’d heard my thoughts. “What do you say we just burn the strap instead?”
Would her sense of humor always take me so by surprise? Even though she was being sassy, I couldn’t help but laugh at her. “Was that your first jest as a married woman?”
She smiled up at me, her eyes radiating warmth. “I guess it was, Mr. Callahan.”
“Aw, you don’t have to go and be all formal-like,” I teased. “You can just call me Clay.”
She giggled up at me. “Clay,” she repeated in a murmur that I found downright tempting.
My cock strained against my trousers, hard to the point of aching. I had to get away from her naked skin, or I’d get drunk with my own desire.
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