Another Batch of Warm Buns: Spanking short stories of erotic, play and discipline. Susan Kohler
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| Автор произведения | Susan Kohler |
| Жанр | Эротика, Секс |
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| Издательство | Эротика, Секс |
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| isbn | 9780978389352 |
Another Batch of Warm Buns
Spanking short stories: erotic, play and discipline
Susan Kohler
CCB Publishing British Columbia, Canada
Another Batch of Warm Buns: Spanking short stories: erotic, play and discipline
Copyright ©2007 by Susan Kohler
ISBN-13 978-0-9783893-5-2
First Edition
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication
Kohler, Susan, 1950-
Another Batch of Warm Buns: spanking short stories: erotic, play and discipline / written by Susan Kohler. – 1st ed.
Also available in print format.
ISBN 978-0-9783893-5-2
1. Sexual dominance and submission--Fiction. 2. Sadomasochism--Fiction. 3. Corporal punishment--Fiction. I. Title.
PS3611.O47A65 2007a 813'.6 C2007-904658-4
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Publisher: CCB Publishing
British Columbia, Canada
Dedication
This one is for my friends in the spanking scene, especially the ones who come to my parties, or who go to the parties one county over because you guys are simply the best people I know, weird, yes, but the best people I know.
Other books by Susan Kohler
The Paddle Club
Hot Crossed Buns
The Heart of the Beast
Preface
This book, like Hot Crossed Buns, grew out of my experiences and imagination but also well, a sense of desperation. I had too many stories for one book, and decided to split them in two.
The funny thing is once I got the idea to write more, the story ideas came. I’ve mixed the spanking that I call ‘fun’ with the ones I call ‘discipline.’ The difference is easy to see; if the bottom wants to be spanked, that’s fun. If the bottom is being spanked to teach him or her a lesson, that’s discipline. Sometimes, as in real life, the fun spankings are pretty severe.
Contents
2. Jesse: The Hard-Handed Janitor
3. Personal: Command Performance
7. Personal: One Tough Customer
12. C.O.P.S.: Count On Painful Smacks
How about betting something other than money on sports? Say, for instance spankings? A swat per run in baseball is one thing but a swat per point in football could be painful (especially if the game is one-sided), and I don’t even want to think about basketball. Also, both sexes could get it, got it?
Christie Larsen squirmed as she sat on the padded barstool. Her tan linen slacks felt somehow tighter than they should, her shapely buttocks were tingling and sensitive. She ran her fingers nervously through her tousled blond hair. They were watching the football game in the bar with friends, but she wasn’t really a football fan. The reason she was so antsy, was that she had picked the wrong team to bet on. Her team was losing and losing badly. The game was almost over.
She and her lover, Randy Finley, had given new meaning to the phrase, “You bet your ass!” That was exactly what they’d bet and it looked like she was going to pay the bet with just that piece of her anatomy, her ass. Trying not to squirm, she asked herself how she had gotten into such a predicament. She ignored the game as she thought back to the start of the baseball season, back to the start of the private bets between herself and Randy.
It had been a warm afternoon in May, she and Randy had spent the morning in bed making slow, lazy love. Then they took a shower that probably wasted more water than they should have, with the drought in California. They went out to a champagne brunch, then hurried home in time for the baseball game.
Christie hated baseball almost as much as she loved Randy, so she had resigned herself to a long, boring afternoon. The things she did for the love of her man she thought, looking at Randy. It’s almost a shame he’s so beautiful. She stretched out on the sofa and studied his handsome, chiseled face, his muscular build, his blue eyes and shoulder length black hair. He was sitting beside her on the sofa waiting for the start of the game, stroking her hips and ass.
“God, I love your butt,” he said. “I love stroking and kissing it.” He hesitated, “There’s only one thing I’d love to do more with it.”
“What’s that?” Christie thought she knew. “Are you asking me to try sodomy again?”
Randy had convinced her to try sodomy, but she didn’t really like it. It was too painful with Randy’s large cock.
“Okay, two things. The one you don’t know about is,” he leaned over to kiss her mouth and then whispered in her ear, “I’d like to spank your beautiful butt, very slowly and very, very hard.”