In my latest novel, the heroine, Norah, wants a relationship that includes spanking and domestic discipline. However, the hero, Caine, survived an abusive childhood that makes him very reluctant to do anything that might potentially hurt Norah. As such, Norah is hoping she can ease Caine into the idea by introducing him to fun, sexy spankings.
“Why don’t I just show you?” Norah said. She got to her feet and reached for his hand, leading him into the bedroom. Once there, she stopped in front of him and undressed, slowly and deliberately. She could feel his eyes on her with every move she made. Good, she had his attention. When she was standing naked in front of him, she stepped closer and gripped the bottom of his shirt. She stripped over his head and then ran her hands slowly over his bare
shoulders and back and chest as she worked her way back down to his jeans. Caine was breathing hard, pupils dilated, and very clearly interested when she undid the fasteners on his jeans and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of both his jeans and underwear, stripped them straight off. Kneeling, she tapped his legs and gestured for him to step out. Once he had, she shoved their loose clothing out of the way and got back to her feet, pausing to trail kisses over the sprinkling of blonde hair on his belly that pointed the way southward into the bush of hair
around his more intimate parts. She stopped short of touching him there. Not yet, the time would come for that later.
Norah reached to take his hand again, intending to lead him over to the bed, but Caine stopped her, grasping her shoulders and kissing her, hard. “I could take you right now,” he murmured into her ear.
Norah grinned up at him. “Patience there, big boy,” she teased. “We’re nowhere near done yet.” Caine shot her hot, piercing look that sent an electric bolt of need racing down her spine and into her center, but he acquiesced and allowed her to lead him over to the bed. “Sit up and get comfortable,” she instructed. Caine moved to the middle of bed, leaning up against the headboard with his legs stretched out in front of him.
“Like this?” he asked.
“Perfect,” Norah told him. She came over to join him, but rather than sitting beside him she laid herself across his lap, folding her arms and propping her head on top of them. Almost instinctively, Caine ghosted a hand over the skin of her bottom. “There you go,” she encouraged. “Just like that. Touch and rub, and when you’re ready, try a spank or two. You won’t hurt me.Not like this.”
Frankly, he wouldn’t have to do much. The anticipation between them already had them both taunt as wire. Hit the right button and they would both like we go off like a rocket.