Saturday, December 13, 2014

#Corbin'sBend Blitz - His Forever Summer #Prizes @TaraFinnegan6 @Corinnedd4

 Carla Methon has tread
on a lot of toes, men’s and women’s alike. But no one could be more
dissatisfied with Carla than the lady herself. With a compunction to
throw herself at every man within a three mile radius and a serious case
of foot in mouth disease, Carla knows she is in desperate need of being
taken in hand before she does any more damage to her reputation.

O’Brien needs to escape a broken relationship and he invites himself to
spend a summer with his brother in Corbin’s Bend. But Kieran is a
totally unsuspecting vanilla with no idea of the ethos of the community
he is about to enter.

The pair strike up an unlikely friendship
of vanilla and spice, with one stipulation – it is only a summer fling.
By the time Kieran boards his flight to return to Ireland he wishes his
summer could last forever. Can he find the courage, not only to admit
the extent of his feelings, but to take on the role Carla so desperately
needs him to be?

     She felt him tugging at her panties and she died a death as she realized she was now fully exposed.
First her bad deeds, now her bottom were laid bare. He moved her down off his lap. Kieran got a pillow to put under her hips and then he stood behind her. He parted her legs with his hands and told her to tuck her hands under her tummy. She knew he could see everything, her bottom, her anus and her sex. She wanted to die.
     “Sets of six, one set for each person you hurt. I’ll pause between each for a moment or two to
let you catch your breath.” 
“For Jack,” he started. He hit her six times in quick succession. The wood on her already scorched bottom made her shout out. He spread every spank, from the top of her
behind to right under her sit spots and thighs. 
     She yelped and her feet danced as she tried to lessen the impact. Just as she was ready to jump through the roof, the first half dozen were done. She had survived. It wasn’t as bad as she
had feared. He left her lying there, exposed. She could feel his eyes boring through her as he remained standing to her rear. She didn’t dare move or close her legs.
     “For Ava. Hold still this time, or I’ll start again,” he warned.   
     Six more quick, firm swats thundered down getting everywhere, he even managed to make two of them get both cheeks at once. She held firm to the pillow and sank her feet as deep into the ground as she could. The urge to protect her bottom with her hands was becoming intense. He didn’t give her much of a breather before he started into Jim’s set. These few were harder, and he deliberately landed three one side, then three on the other so each smack would be landing over the last, before that
spot had a chance to recover.

     “The next two sets are really going to hurt, but before I start, I want you to imagine yourself in
Ange’s shoes. First of all, her fear of losing her husband, then her horror at going up on that stage, being publicly exposed. At least you’re getting the dignity of privacy. Who do you think should have been spanked in public? Who do you think should have had the neighbors talking about them? It sure as hell wasn’t Ange. She had done you no harm, Carla. She just tried to save her marriage.”
     Carla really started crying at that point, heaving breath-catching sobs, although she did her best
to control them. The emotional pain of remembering was much worse than the physical discomfort he was causing her. She knew he was right. How often she wished she had been punished for it. Kieran could have no idea how much it hurt to be beholden to the very person she had most wronged for permission to stay in the community, and for the fact that anyone bid her the time of day. Oh, how
she wished she could turn the clock back. Carla knew she deserved what was coming. She wanted it.

I’m a wife and mother
living in the heart of the country in the west of Ireland.
I like to write erotic
spanking fiction and D/s with strong characters who are as flawed and human and
as perfectly imperfect as most of us are, and make them feel like your next
door neighbor. After all, who knows what is going on next door to us? It could
be a spanking!

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