Great to be here and share an excerpt from my brand new book tentatively titled, FINDING PARADISE. In the 1980’s there was a fun, sexy movie called, Romancing the Stone. A friend read this and said, “It’s  Romancing the Stone meets D/s.”



 As Cole slipped her dress over her head, Holly rolled into him and urgently grabbed at the buttons of his shirt, her feverish fingers hurriedly unfastening, but grasping her wrists he pushed her on to her back and pinned them on either side of her head.
“We’ve got all night,” he softly murmured, “and I’m going to make the most of every minute. Don’t move.”
Rising to his feet he leisurely stripped, then returning to lay at her side he slid her panties down her legs and popped the front fastener of her bra. As it sprung free he slid it down her arms and tossed it aside, then kneeling over her he gazed down, marveling at her skin’s golden glow created by the rays of a giant setting sun.
“You’re even more lovely than I remember,” he crooned, then straddling her body he sent his grasp back to her wrists, lowered his lips, and began kissing her neck.
“That makes me crazy,” she bleated. “I love it. I love it so much.”
“I know,” he purred traveling his lips across her shoulders towards her breasts. “I remember the things that make you crazy. I’ve relived them many times.”
She moaned in response, and as he drew in her nipples, sucking hungrily, she raised her chest to meet his mouth.
“Remember what I said?” he murmured lifting his head and locking her eyes.
“Ooh, don’t stop.”
“Does that mean you don’t remember?”
“I can’t stand it,” she complained, ”remember what?”
“My promise to spank you. I promised when we were together before, and I promised you a few minutes ago. I think it’s time I kept that promise.”
“You’re going to do it now?” she gasped. “Right now?”
“Seems as good a time as any,” he said with a wicked grin.
Releasing her wrists, he quickly flipped her on to her stomach and yanked up her hips.
“OH, MY GOSH! What are you doing?”
“You do have an incredibly spankable ass.”
“I can’t believe this! Why do I feel so—”
“So what?” he asked, smoothing his hand over her backside. “So embarrassed?”
“Yes, and, ooh, I feel so weird.”
“That’s natural, but I’ll bet…” he said, his voice trailing off as he slipped his fingers between her legs, “uh-huh, you’re soaked, and in a few minutes you’re going to be even more soaked. Now keep still, and don’t shout out like that again.”
“I didn’t mean to, I was just shocked.”
“I know you’ve been craving this.”
“How could I be craving something I’ve never had?”
“Now you’re just being coy. I think I’ll add a few extra slaps for that.”
“Okay, I have, but it’s weird. I don’t know why.”
“There is no why. It’s just how God made you, and I’m the other side of that coin. Are you ready?”
“I guess.”
“Nope, I need more than that.”
“Good grief.”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
Though her voice had been filled with trepidation, he’d also heard excitement, and raising his hand he brought it down with several quick slaps, not hard, but carrying a sting that would not be disappointing.
“I said no shouting.”
“Here, bury your head in this,” he suggested, reaching for her dress and handing to her.
“You mean I’ll need to?”
“You might. I won’t spank you hard, but it’s still going to hurt.”
“Unless you’d rather I stop. Do you want me to stop, Holly?”
“Uh, no…no I don’t.”
“Right then, roll up your dress and bury your head.”
Though he didn’t think her yelps or the sound of his smacking hand would carry around to the rocky point to Jack’s ears, having her muffle her squeals in her dress added some extra spice to the moment, and waiting until she was settled, he began to land his slaps in an easy rhythm as he traveled his flattened palm across her cheeks. When she began to squirm he moved his slaps lower, and after adding a few good swats to her sit spot, eliciting a couple of mewling cries, he paused and ran his hand over her warm pink skin.
“How are you feeling?”
“Please will you touch me?” she begged, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.
“That was not the answer to my question,” he said firmly, delivering a solid smack to the center of her bottom. “How are you feeling?”
“OW, did you have to do that?”
“And again,” he declared, landing another hard slap.
“How are you feeling?”
“My ass is stinging, how do you think I feel?”
“I can’t believe you just said that,” he muttered, shaking his head and grinning at her nerve. “Anything else?”
“Yes. I feel…”
“Go on, everything. Tell me everything.”
“Cole, I love it. I mean, I don’t, but I do. I really do, I just don’t know why.”
“We don’t always need to know why we like something, now close your eyes and feel my hand rub away the burn. That was your introduction.”

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