Girlfriends Abbey, and Jennifer, both enjoy being spanked but hate giving it. They search for someone to take them over the knee, but things heat up more than they expected. Will they fall for the sexy male spanker?
Abbey Willows, eighteen, takes a beating from her parents and gets kicked out for breaking a house rule. She flees to her new girlfriend Jennifer LaHarris, a twenty-six year old paralegal with a history of moving too fast in relationships. Jennifer reluctantly allows Abbey to move in with her.
Their relationship grows as they both work to keep the past from staining the future, and they both discover the love of spanking. The problem is neither likes to give it. They turn to the Internet. When they can’t find a lesbian to spank them, they finally hook up with a gay guy. On the first meeting, the guy, Danny, turns out to be a paralegal Jennifer knows from another law firm. With trepidation, they all agree to a spanking session, knowing Danny’s never spanked women before. The session creates mutual lust and brings out bisexuality hiding inside.
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-619-8
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Length: 130 pdf Pages /20000 words
Rating: 3 - Shooting Star – Erotic Romance
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Abbey closed the short distance between them and nested into Jennifer’s lap. “Hold me. I’m so frigging scared. Is he going to get undressed, too? What if he gets a boner and wants sex? I almost had sex with one guy but he came as soon as his dick touched my pussy.” They laughed. “I was so horny I started to finger my clit but the guy had lost interest and was getting dressed.”
Jennifer opined. “I’ve never known a girl to suffer from premature ejaculation.”
They laughed and hugged.
Jennifer confessed. “I’m really scared, too. I’m excited, nervous, anxious, and I don’t know what else.”
The bell rang. Their eyes grew wide. Jennifer lurched up and Abbey grabbed the table for balance to save herself from falling.
Jennifer rushed away and looked over her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
Abbey ran up for emotional support as Jennifer opened the door and greeted him. “Hi, Danny. Did you find it okay?”
Abbey bit her lower lip. She squeaked out, “Hi, Danny.” She took in his tight black jeans and bright white and very tight T-shirt with a crew neck. His diamond post earrings were a larger size then he normally wore. His sparse goatee shaved off making him look closer to her age. A thick, gold rope-chain necklace adorned his neck.
“Hi, Jennifer, Abbey. Yeah, it was easy to find.”
They stepped back and he walked in carrying a leather overnight bag. He placed it on the couch and stood with his hands at his side. He turned to Abbey. “Are you going to eat that all yourself or share?”
She shook her head. “Huh?”
“Your lip. You’re chewing on it.” He opened his arms and they crawled in for a team hug. He whispered. “I’m really nervous. It’s my first time to spank girls.”
Abbey blurted. “Just pretend we’re guys then.”
Danny moaned. “No, that won’t work.” He pulled back and rolled his eyes.
They all laughed. Abbey apologized. “Sorry, didn’t think before I spoke. We’ve been going crazy waiting for you.” She looked at Jennifer. “Can I have a drink?”
Danny’s voice turned serious as the girls settled on the couch and Danny took the small recliner. “One of the guys who’s been teaching me to spank said never allow alcohol but two others said to limit it to one or two per person, depending on size and weight. You know a heavier person can take more booze usually. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come across like a teacher. I think it’s safe if we all had one.”
Jennifer jumped up. “Beer okay?”
Jennifer returned with a towel over her arm and three beers coddled in another towel. She bent a bit to Danny. “Take one.”
He did. “Thank you.” Then he laughed. “You got the beer with the wolf on the label. Very cool.”
They raised their bottles in a silent toast. Danny licked his lips. “Would you two prefer that we get right down to business, or do you want to chat a bit?”
The ladies gazed at each other.
Abbey blurted, “I don’t know.”
Jennifer hunched her shoulders. They turned to Danny.
“My call, huh?” He leaned back. “Nice place, real cozy, decorated well. Who did it?”
Jennifer scrunched forward in her chair. “I did. I studied interior design but decided on the law instead.” A small smile grew. “Thanks, I’m glad you like it.”
“May I ask, are you renting or own it?”
Jennifer leaned back. “I think I’m buying it.”
Danny’s face lit with a relaxed smile. “You think?”
Abbey slipped over and sat on the floor between Jennifer’s legs.
Jennifer drank from her bottle. “Yup. It’s a rental my parents own. Officially I’m paying rent but my mom let it slip they’re considering it down payment money.”
Danny smiled. “My parents want me to buy a place but I’m holding off. Not sure if I want one with a dungeon or not.”
They all laughed.
Abbey’s stomach relaxed. “Thanks, Danny for being so cool. I’m nervous, excited and scared, all at the same time.” She glanced at Jennifer. “We think you’re a cool guy. My vote is to get a place with a dungeon. Jennifer will help you decorate.”
Danny blushed and threw a hand to his face. “I’m blushing, huh? That’s bad for a Dom. I have to work on it.”
Abbey hugged Jennifer’s leg. He’s so fucking cute.
Danny emptied his bottle and set it on a coaster on the end table. “Who’s going first?”
Abbey shot back. “Jennifer is. She’s older.”
Danny winked. He took middle position on the seven-foot couch but quickly stood. “Do you have the towels we talked about?”
Jennifer mumbled. “Oh hell, I forgot.” She rushed out and came back draping large towels on the couch.
Danny sat. “Good. This will keep body fluids off the cushions. I want us all to have fun. Do you guys know what a safe-word is?”
The girls looked to each other then at him.
“Most spankers use a safe word to keep things under control. The same with BDSM stuff. We all have our limits. If I cross yours then you use the safe word and I’ll modify or stop what I’m doing. You both have the word Halt. It’s rarely used in regular conversation so there’s little chance of accidentally saying it.”
They nodded. Abbey sat on Jennifer’s lap in the recliner.
Danny continued. “Some people beg for the spanking to stop as part of the play. I don’t care if you say no, stop or don’t. The only thing that works is the safe word, halt.” He smiled. “I do progressive spanking, starting on the jeans. Then they come down or off and you get spanked on your undies. Then they come down or off and so on. If you’re not wearing panties, I’d like you to put some on now. Sorry, I should have told you that in an email.”
Abbey grinned. “I’m wearing panties.”
Jennifer added, “Me, too.”
“Do you guys care who lowers or removes your jeans and panties? It can be you or me. If it’s you then I decide when and I order you to do it.”
The women looked at each other. Abbey shrugged.
Jennifer answered. “We don’t know. We’ll leave it up to you.”
Danny rubbed his hands as though warming up. “I can talk a lot longer but...” His voice trailed off.
D. Sullivan was born near New York City, moved to the San Jose, California in high school and now lives in Bandon, Oregon. Many know D. as a Renaissance man. He’s been a tutor to children, an auto mechanic, served for almost twenty-nine years for the San Jose Police Department where he worked undercover, motorcycle duty, street patrol, R & D and taught many subject to fellow officers. He was a peer counselor and police association rep.
He is a certified and licensed massage therapist since 1983, and taught Jujitsu for free as a 3rd degree black belt. He’s a dog trainer and community volunteer. His motto is, The Purpose of My Life is to Serve.
He’s written a self-help book, Wisdom is the Answer, Common Sense is the Way (under his legal name of James Giambrone Jr) to help people live simpler and more relaxed lives.