Thursday, May 9, 2013

Thursday Thirteen - STOP OR I'LL SPANK!


Thirteen Excerpts from my new release STOP OR I'LL SPANK!

1.

Brynn sighed. “I know what you’re going to say.”

He arched a brow. “Really?”

“Yes. You’re going to say I shouldn’t have invited Kat and Reese over for dinner without telling you first.”

“A little heads-up would have been nice.”

“I know. And I’m sorry.” She sidled over to loop her arms around his neck. When  he didn’t wrap his around her, she gave him a pout. “Honey, if I told you I wanted to invite them to dinner, you would have said no.”

“You’re right. I probably would have. But you still should have asked me.”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and gave him a contrite look. “I said I was sorry.”

His green eyes deepened in color, becoming more emerald. “And I forgive you. But I’m still going to make sure you don’t pull a stunt like that again.”

Pull a stunt like that again? What was she, twelve? Brynn laughed. “And how exactly are you going to do that?”

His mouth quirked. “I’m going to spank you.”

Brynn’s eyes went wide. Was he for real?

She opened her mouth to ask, but Dylan had already sat down on the couch and was guiding her over his knee. She placed her hands on the carpeted floor to get her balance, but she needn’t have worried. Dylan’s strong hand on her back kept her from going anywhere, including pushing herself up from his lap.

She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at him. “Honey, seriously?”

“Seriously. A good spanking will make you think twice before you do something like this again.”

Brynn blinked. Dylan had spanked her a lot of times, but it had always been sexual. He’d never done it to punish her. That was completely different, and she wasn’t sure what she thought of it. Before she could protest, her boyfriend brought his hand down on her upturned ass with a resounding smack.

Ouch! “Honey, that hurt!”

“It’s supposed to hurt,” he said, bringing his hand down on her other cheek, this time even harder. “How else are you going to learn your lesson?”

Brynn blushed at the authoritative tone in his voice. He’d never spoken to her like that before. It was like he was scolding her. Damn, it was hot.


2.

“Did you learn your lesson?” he asked.

She’d learned that she liked being spanked for being a bad girl. But she didn’t think that was what her boyfriend meant.

“Yes. I won’t do it again,” she said softly. “But if I do, will you promise to spank me for it?”

Dylan’s hands slid down to cup her freshly spanked ass. She moaned and stepped closer, positioning herself between his spread legs so that her thighs were pressed up against his hard-on. Good to know she wasn’t the only one who’d gotten aroused.

“Are you trying to get yourself another spanking?” he asked huskily.



3.

She leaned forward to kiss him. “Mmm. Maybe I should get myself into trouble more often.”

He chuckled and wrapped his hand in her long, dark hair as he kissed her back. “Maybe you should.”



4.

She wondered again what had made last night’s spanking so different. She’d never thought the whole dominant/submissive thing would be her deal, but when Dylan had…well, disciplined her, for lack of a better word, it had been a total turn-on. The memory alone was enough to make her pussy throb. It was all she could do not to slide her hand between her legs.

She resisted the urge with a groan. As much as she would love to bring herself to orgasm, she didn’t have time for it. She was late enough for work as it was.



5.

“I think I’m going to stop at the home center on my way home and pick up some paint samples for us to look at, too.”

She heard him sigh, but whether in frustration or resignation, she wasn’t sure. “Nothing too out there, okay? Something neutral. Like white.”

Brynn rolled her eyes. She should have known that would be his choice. “Honey, white is boring.”

“White is safe.”

Which was why the walls in the apartment were already painted that color.



6.

Brynn tilted her head to the side, considering the wall from another angle. It was still as outrageously colorful when she looked at it that way. Dylan was going to freak out.

Would he spank her again?

Her pussy purred at the possibility. Was that why she’d gotten the paint instead of grabbing the color samples like she’d said?

The door opened before she could answer that question. Brynn wiped her damp hands on her cut-offs and turned to give her boyfriend a big smile.

“So, what do you think?”

Not that she needed to ask. She knew exactly what he thought from the expression on his face.

“I thought you were going to pick up some paint samples,” Dylan said, his gaze still fixed on the wall.

“I was.” She walked over to stand beside him, surveying the wall from his vantage point. Still as colorful. “But then I found this gorgeous color and I couldn’t resist. Besides, your sister said that sometimes it’s easier to decide on a color if you put it on the wall.”

Dylan turned to look at her incredulously. “And you thought I’d like this?”

“I thought you might be able to evaluate it better if you saw it on the wall.”

His jaw tightened. “You didn’t learn anything from that spanking I gave you last night, did you?”

Her pulse skipped a beat. She have him her best wide-eyed innocent look. “I was supposed to learn something from that spanking?”

“Yes, you were. But apparently, you didn’t.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Push down your shorts and panties and bend over the back of the couch.”



7.

She fidgeted from one foot to the other. God, he was good at this scolding thing. “Yes.”

“And yet, you still picked out a color that you knew I’d hate and started painting the living room, didn’t you?”

Brynn bit her lip to stifle a moan. Bent over the couch with her shorts and panties down around her ankles and her derriere on display while Dylan reprimanded her was the most incredible turn-on. She couldn’t imagine coming up with a better fantasy if she tried.

Abruptly remembering that he was waiting for an answer, she wet her lips and replied. “Yes.”

“And what do you think you deserve for doing that?”

Her face colored. He actually wanted her to say it out loud? “A spanking,” she said softly.

“Ask for it.”

Okay, that was new. She craned her neck to look at him over her shoulder, her dark eyes wide. “Wh-what?”

He regarded her sternly. “You heard me.”

She turned back around to gaze down her hands. Damn, he was good at this authoritative stuff. No wonder he became a cop.

“I’m waiting, Brynn.”

How could something so embarrassing, be such complete turn-on at the same time? “Please spank me.”



8.

She walked over to him. “So, let’s see this color you couldn’t resist.”

He dropped to his knee beside the cans and pried the lid off one of them. Brynn had a sneaking suspicion he was deliberately taking his time just to make the whole thing more dramatic.

When he finally loosened it enough, he took off the lid and set it down on the drop cloth, then gave her a grin. “What do you think?”

She blinked. “It’s white!”

“It’s eggshell,” he corrected. “It says so right on the label.”

She made a face. “White by any other name is still white, Dylan.”



9.

Trying to suppress a giggle, Brynn turned back to the wall to begin painting again, but Dylan’s comment had rattled her concentration and the moment she lifted the brush another dollop of paint dripped onto his shoulder.

He gave her a stern look. “I mean it, babe. Stop, or I’m going to spank you.”

The threat of a spanking had her heart beating wildly, and though she tried to concentrate on painting, she couldn’t think about anything but him reddening her ass. Her hands were actually trembling in anticipation. How the heck could she paint now?



10.

Dylan ignored her, instead smacking her ass, his hand going back and forth from one cheek to the other so fast she could barely keep up. Despite how much the spanking stung, Brynn couldn’t stop laughing.

“So, you think this is funny, huh?” Dylan’s voice was laced with amusement. “Or maybe you’re still laughing about getting paint all over me.”

Brynn tried to shake her head and tell him that she didn’t think it was funny at all, but she was laughing too much.
“Well, we’ll see how funny you think it is after I pull down these sexy shorts and really tan your gorgeous ass.”


11.

“Bend over and put your hands on the ladder,” he ordered.

Brynn did as he told her, obediently putting her hands on the stepladder and sticking out her ass. Once in position, she held her breath and waited. When Dylan began spanking her again, it wasn’t with his hand, but with something else. Something that stung like crazy.

“What the…?”

She jumped up and spun around, her hands protectively cupping her sore derriere. Her eyes went wide when she saw the wooden paint stirrer in Dylan’s hand.

“Did I say I was done?” her boyfriend asked, the authoritative tone in his voice unmistakable.

She stared at the paint stirrer, a pout on her lips. “No, but—”

“Then turn around and bend over.”


12.

Brynn spread her legs wider, silently begging him to play with her clit, but instead, he took his hand away. She started to protest, but when he dropped to his knees behind her and pressed a tender kiss to her red-hot ass, all she could manage was  moan.



13.

He brushed her hair back. “Promise me you won’t do anything like that ever again.”

She could have pointed out that she wasn’t likely to confront another murderer at a construction site anytime soon, but she didn’t. Dylan needed reassurances, not flippant remarks. “I promise.”

“I think a spanking will make sure you keep that promise.”

Brynn looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “I had a feeling you’d say that.”

“Even you have to admit you deserve it.”

She didn’t say anything.
 
 
 

“Go get your hairbrush.”

She blinked, not sure she’d heard him right. Had Dylan and Reese been comparing notes? No. Reese would never tell Dylan he spanked Kat.

“Wh-what?”

“Your hairbrush. I want to make sure you remember this spanking the next time you think about doing something as foolish as you did today.”



Buy it at Blushing Books!
http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=484


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http://www.amazon.com/Stop-or-Ill-Spank-ebook/dp/B00CK0YRAC/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1367113065&sr=1-1&keywords=Paige+Tyler+Stop+Or+I%27ll+Spank


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10 comments:

Heather said...

How did I know you were going to do excerpts this week? LOL
My T13: Teachers

Maren Smith said...

I need to stop reading these excerpts. My What-to-Buy-Next list just keeps getting longer and longer. Good job, Paige. These are really good!

Paige Tyler said...

Heather - LOL!

Maren - LOL! Thanks so much!

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Paige

Jennifer Leeland said...

Great stuff, Paige!

Paige Tyler said...

Jennifer - Thanks so much!

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Paige

Brenda Wheeler said...

Paige Tyler, you never cease to amaze me with your Sexy Hot Stories! This was an awesome read and I really like how I could shorten my name and be a Brynn, just spelled different...lol! ;)

Paige Tyler said...

Brenda - LOL! Thank you so much! So glad you like them!

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Paige

Shelley Munro said...

Sounds like another winner, Paige. I enjoyed the excerpts.

Paige Tyler said...

Shelley - Thanks so much!

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Paige

heniel mathee said...

Sounds like a very good story Paige .Are you just as naughty as Brynn? Best Regards Heniel