Woof, it has been a while since I’ve posted, hasn’t it? How’s the pandemic going for you? For me, it’s been pretty boring — telecommuting for my day job, big projects being pushed off giving me less to do, not seeing pretty much anyone except my girlfriend and my dog. You know, how it is for most people that aren’t essential workers.
A lot of writers are talking about how much writing they’ve done during the pandemic. I… have not been doing as much writing as I’d like. I’ve made almost no progress on my non-erotica work (published under a different name), but on the brighter side, I have been making some progress on a new piece of erotica called Training the Trainer. It’s about a personal trainer who’s also a dog trainer, and how she figures out she’s into BDSM. I’m rather pleased with how it’s going so far.
Here’s an excerpt:
“I really just wanted you to see it,” he said. “I think, if we are really going to do this, we should start simple.”
“Okay, that seems reasonable. What should I do?”
“Well, usually, people will take off some or all of their clothes, but you don’t have to do that–“
“No, I will. I should figure out if I really like this or not.” Grace didn’t do sexy stripteases even in the best of times, so for now she just slipped off her sneakers and shimmied out of her jeans, thankful that she’d decided to wear nice underwear after all. She shrugged off the button-down and folded it on top of the jeans, and then reached back and undid her bra. She wasn’t going to take her tank-top off, but as pretty as the bra was it wasn’t exceptionally comfortable and she wanted to be able to relax. She slipped the bra out through the arm-hole of her shirt, placed it on top of the rest of her clothes, and then looked up at Tim. “Now what do I do? Do I get over your knee?”
Tim smiled. “Why don’t we try this instead?” He took a couple of pillows from a stack in the corner and put them at the edge of the bed. “Bend over these.”
Grace did what Tim said, and she instantly felt absurdly vulnerable. Her legs were slightly apart, her backside in the air, and this was where she’d wanted to be, where her fantasies had sent her, where she was about to find out what it was like to get a real spanking. “Okay,” she said. “I’m ready.”
Tim’s hand rested on the curve of Grace’s ass. She started slightly when he touched her. “Are you absolutely, one hundred percent, totally certain that you want to do this?”
“Yes, yes, I am.” Now that she was in position, she was impatient to just get it started. And since he couldn’t see her face, she was able to close her eyes and say what was on her mind. “I want you to spank me.”
Tim’s hand lifted off her ass, and then fell in a gentle slap that was no more than what Lewis had done when they’d role-played.
Then he slapped her ass again.
I’m hopeful I can finish this book by the end of March, but of course now that I’ve given myself an arbitrary deadline, I have no idea what will happen next.