There’s one previously-unpublished story in Over Her Knee (coming February 6; pre-order now by clicking here), and it’s called “As Long As You Can”. It’s the sequel to “As Hard As You Can”, which originally appeared in Butt Stuff. Here’s a taste of it:
We both ended up naked on the couch, his cock between my thighs; his ass was straight up, which allowed me to slam the brush straight down. I knew it hurt him, probably more than he wanted, but at that point I didn’t much care; I wanted to spank him, wanted to mark him, wanted to show him I was just as good as anyone else. I wondered if he’d made the same noises when the other woman had spanked him; he was groaning and grunting as the brush made contact with his ass, though he was smart enough not to pull away, and anyway with his cock trapped I’m sure he didn’t want to.
I didn’t stop spanking him until my shoulder was sore and my hair was slick with sweat. By then his ass was glowing red, and I saw a few small circular marks that would undoubtedly become bruises. He was gasping for breath as he looked back over his shoulder to me. “That… was a lot.”
“I know.” I was breathing a little hard as well. “And I’m not done.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“You’d better not be.” I released the tension in my thighs. “Go bend over the bed.”
He was only too happy to do so. I think he thought I was going to fuck his ass again, but that wasn’t on the menu tonight. Instead, I followed him into the bedroom and, from inside the closet, took out the paddle I refused to let him use on me. It was a couple of feet long and six inches across, with beveled holes in it, and it weighed a ton.
I was going to show Mark just how much of a spanking I could give him.
The first crack! of wood on flesh made him jump and cry out. “Fuck!”
“Shut up,” I said, but not in a mean way. I didn’t often get this toppy with him — our spankings were mostly of the fun variety — but I wanted to be in charge.
I whacked him again, and this time he moaned.
A third whack, and now a big paddle bruise flashed up, white against his red skin.
A fourth, and another, this one on the other side.
Good. Marks like that would definitely turn purple, and that was what I wanted. I wanted to see his marks for the next few days. I wanted to watch his ass change colors. I wanted him to know I could spank as well as any professional.
So I spanked him again with the paddle. And again. And again. I slammed the heavy wood against his ass and he let out noises just this side of unhappy. Our very first night together, he’d told me to spank him as hard as I could, and I had done that. But two years later we had built a bond of trust, and he trusted me to go until I was finished, whether he wanted it or not.
And I knew after a couple dozen swats with this paddle that he had moved from happy pain to plain old pain. I wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot.
Like many of my stories, “As Long As You Can” also explores ethical non-monogamy, which is something I engage in. It’s not the only story in Over Her Knee where that’s a major plot point, so if you like men getting spanked by women and thoughtful explorations of polyamory, you should probably pre-order the book now.
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