Happy Monday! Here’s an excerpt from Rocky Mountain Ride, where Sebastian finds a creative way to torment his discipline loving wife…

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“Recognize this? It’s ginger. I’m surprised to find in the market here, but it was my lucky day. Or your unlucky one. Horse masters in England use it to liven up their old, tired nags. And while I don’t think you need livening up,” he slapped her butt cheek, “I do think a little burn inside your bum while I cane you will do you good.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion.

“It’s going in your ass.”

She started struggling wildly, throwing her body around as much as the bonds would allow. The heavy chair didn’t even move.

“What’s the matter, Francesca? Can’t take your punishment?” He set the ginger down and moved out of her line of sight. “Tell you what. If you can take your licks like a good girl, I’ll skip the ginger for now. It’ll be a shame to have it go to waste, so you’ll have to be very, very good, and count each swat and thank me for it.” He showed her the implement he’d dug out to use instead of the birch.

With a sinking heart, she recognized it as the rattan rug beater Ana used during spring cleaning.

“I like this clover pattern.” Sebastian tapped the canes against his hand. “Should leave a nice imprint on your luscious behind. So what will it be? Are you going to prove to me that you can behave?”

She sighed and bobbed her head.

“When I remove your gag, the only thing I want to hear is ‘yes, master.’”

Once the gag came out, she let loose a burst of Spanish.

“What’s that?”

“I just told you to ‘go stick your cock up a diseased dog’s ass,’” she said sweetly. “It sounds so much better in Spanish, doesn’t it?”

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Ten minutes later, Francesca’s throat hurt from shouting into her gag as the rug beater did a number on her burning buns. Sebastian took his sweet time between strokes, walking around to check on her waning levels of defiance, practically whistling as his fingers traced the swirling marks the cane left on her poor behind. Before each strike, he touched the implement to her skin, lining it up before drawing it back and letting it whistle and crack against her cheeks. The muscles of her bottom would clench around the plug, making her yelp as fresh fire poured through her body. Caught fast in her bonds, she couldn’t even wriggle.

He’d inserted the plug, taking his time to work it in, until her face burned as much as her bottom hole did. Then, he’d let her stew, letting the ginger do its work breaking down her defenses. The worst wasn’t the sting, it was the heat spreading through every part of her nether regions, turning into a fierce ache. Sebastian squatted and commented on the juicy state of her cunny. His humiliating words fanned her arousal hotter.

By the time he finished, tears streaked her cheeks, and she was truly sorry. The gag came out, and apologies and pleading poured from her. She didn’t know what she said, but he let her beg while he rubbed her bottom to reduce the pain.

“All right, my darling. Why don’t you show me how sorry you are.”

He undid her bonds and sat in the chair, unbuttoning his trousers.

With a little sob, she knelt between his legs. There was no fight left in her, just a voracious desire to please, and she sucked him down greedily, eyes flicking to his beautiful, impassive face. She licked him up and down, kissing and tonguing his length, worshiping him as best she could, all the while keeping her poor bottom lifted off her legs.

“Good girl,” he said, stroking her hair. “Take it all down now.”

 She did her best, pausing when he stood and took a fistful of her hair, guiding her onto his cock and gagging her with it.

“Just relax.” He drew out and she gasped for air, then offered her open mouth to him. Her bottom was burning and so was her cunt, but she sought his orgasm as if it would be her own.

When at last he spurted down her throat, she sat back on her haunches, relishing the pain in her behind, tasting him as her reward.

He sat back down on the chair as if spent. She licked her lips.

“Oh, my darling,” he chuckled. “My little firebrand, what am I to do with you?”

She nestled closer, craning her neck to kiss his cock and clean it with her tongue. It jerked under her lips and stared to harden.

With a growl, Sebastian took a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back for a kiss. When it was over, they were both panting.

“How does your bottom feel?”

“It burns.”

“Face down to the carpet, ass in the air,” he ordered.

She obeyed, letting her hair fall over her face, hiding her embarrassment at the humiliating position. His finger swirled between her lower lips, collecting her juices, and she caught fire all over again.

“Sebastian,” she moaned.

Reaching down, he smacked her buttocks, hard.

“Is that how you address me?”

“No…master. Please, master.” Her pussy spasmed at her submissive words, and her bottom clenched around the ginger plug, burning her anew.

 She arched her back, trying to offer her pussy to him. Her bottom waved shamelessly in the air. “Please, master. Fuck me.”

“My god, Francesca.”

She smiled, knowing she’d pushed him to the limit. His cock speared into her from behind and she howled, pushing back on him.

“That’s it. Take your pleasure.”

His hips hit her punished behind, each painful slap pushing her inexorably towards the edge.

He pulled out and she almost cried, her pussy spasming. His hands guided her to her back.

“I want to see you.” He sank into her again, pushing her bottom onto the rug. The raw, scraping sensation only added to her pleasure. She moaned, beyond words, beyond pain, lost in feeling.

“Cum,” he commanded and her whole body started shaking.