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Millennium Falls
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He spanked each bun in turn, and then concentrated on her sit spots until her yowls grew deafening.

“Now, are you ready to talk? What else did you do to my room? And my house?”

“Okay, okay!” she sobbed. “Fine. You big bully!”

He whacked her a good one and she yelped. “No editorializing. Just the facts.”

“Fact one – you’re a big, dumb jerk!”

By Belle

Now that I was safely inside, I removed my black ski mask. The night was warm, and the mask made it uncomfortably so.

I was tingling between my legs, which reminded me why I do what I do. I had enough toys with me to come many times, but anticipation makes such things sweeter. First, I’d look around and find the souvenir. I already had one in mind.

Often, I take magazines as my little remembrance of the night because they aren’t readily missed, and come complete with name and address information. I always know whose home I stole them from. But I wanted something a little more personal from Jazz...

 
*** Holiday Stories: Thanksgiving ***

By Katrina

“What time will you and Aaron get here?” she asked, changing the subject.

Ooh, sticky subject.

The fact was, I had no idea where my husband was, let alone whether he would even be joining us for Thanksgiving dinner.

“I’m leaving by noon, so with traffic, I’d say I’ll be there by two.”

“What’s with the I? What happened to the we?” she asked, astute as ever.

“Well, the we had a little bit of a fight last night, and the I told the him to get the hell out and never come back and evidently, he’s done just that.”

By Kristin

“I called to give you some good news,” Jack said, and now he sounded irritated, too. “But if you’re too busy to listen, I can let you go.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”  She should apologize, should get control of her attitude, but she’d spent too much time stewing to let Jack off the hook.  “What’s your news?”

“I’m on my way home.”

“Well, it’s about time!”  The words came, unbidden, out of her mouth.  “I need your help around here, you know.”

As Mike turned in the direction of the elevator, a pleasant sight caught his eye.  A pretty, slender brunette was making her way down the hallway from the opposite direction.  Wearing a close-fitting, knee-length, black skirt, and thin, high heels, she looked straight ahead – her long, waist-length hair swinging gently behind her.

Legs right up to her neck, he thought, smiling and nodding at her.

Happily, he detected the lady’s somewhat muted acknowledgement of his greeting when she passed by, throwing him a quick look and a little tilt of the head.

Her stunning green eyes immediately captured him.

By Laura Smith

The Brocton Chronicles
Book Two: A Shotgun Wedding

By Brandy Golden

Chapter Nine
(Last Chapter)

“Will,” she argued.  “We don’t have to talk about it now.”

“Yes, we do,” he said implacably.  “Right now.  C’mon.”  He grabbed her hand and pulled her along behind him, out of the kitchen and out the front door.

She stopped short when she realized he was dragging her to his houseboat.

“No,” she cried.  “You just embarrassed the crap out of me.  Isn’t that enough?”

“Not nearly,” he told her, calmly lifting her up and tossing her over his shoulder.

“Will,” she screeched.  “Put me down!”  She pounded on his back with her fists.
 

By Michelle Carlyle

“Do we understand each other, Miss Wright?”

She blinked at him, an attempt at looking innocent. Then her dark brow furrowed, her mouth twisted and her attention went back to the check. “Yeah. You win, okay.”

“You wouldn’t be lying to me, would you? You know what I do to liars?”

“I can guess,” she muttered.

By April Hill

"And where do you think you’re going?" he asked, grinning as he brushed leaves and twigs from his head and shoulders. "We're not done, here, you know."

"I'm going inside," I replied coolly. "For a band-aid."

"A band-aid?" he repeated. "For what?"

"You know perfectly well for what, " I said smugly. "And for where. You're the one who struck and injured me with a stupid tree branch."

Jed leaned down and picked up the offending "branch," which did look a lot tinier than I remembered.

"This?" he asked.

*** Holiday Stories: Thanksgiving ***

By Tara Bard

“You’re only six years older – don’t try going all parental on me!” she snapped back.

“If I was to go ‘parental’ on you, I’d already have you across my knee, spanking the stubbornness out of you. You’d be wise not to push your luck.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave her a warning look.

“You wouldn’t dare! My father would box your ears if he learned you hurt me!” She took a step back when she saw a gleam enter his eyes. How could she have forgotten? Jonas had never been one to resist a dare. “Jonas, please don’t. I take it back!”

By Belle

When she’d taken his hand, it had been as limp as a dead cod. Even their free upgrade to a suite hadn’t made him smile, but she’d been overjoyed. Their first time in Vegas, and they had snared a free upgrade at Bally’s! But instead of admiring their living space with its sofa, table and chairs, queen-sized bed, bar, refrigerator, makeup table, and luxurious bathroom, he’d dropped his suitcase by the closet, mumbling, “I’ll unpack later.”

Then he’d left, closing the door softly behind him, while she had stared in disbelief.

By Katrina

By Maren Smith

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Houseboat

Chapter Eight

By Katrina

As soon as the door shut behind Will, Pryor cornered her in the living room.

“Someone got in trouble,” Pryor sang out.  “I saw the exit from the car and could only imagine the rest of the story.”

“Wasn’t pretty,” she mumbled.  “I defied a direct order not to walk on Route 35.  Got caught.  End of story.”

“Okay, want to talk about it?”

“Definitely not.  I feel like a big enough weirdo as it is...”

Chapter Eight
(Last Chapter)

“No, but I’ll tell you about it someday.  In the meantime, I wonder if you could do me a small favor.”  She shot him a teasing grin as she took his wine glass and set it by hers on the small poolside table.

Flynn grinned in return.  “Anything, honey, just name it.”  Then he held his hand up.  “Wait – knowing you, I should change that to anything within reason!”

“Flynn!”

By Michelle Carlyle

He pictured the slip of a woman in that clingy dress. While he hated her, and she was clearly a lunatic, her body was beyond perfection. Had the nicest, rounded bottom he’d seen in a long time.

“But maybe before I send her to jail, I’ll take out some of my frustration on that perfect little ass of hers.”

Horatio’s brow rose. “She had a perfect ass?”

“Oh, yes. Very spankable.”

By OTKRomance

I should get out of the car, she thought briefly. If he thinks I should be spanked, who knows what other loopy ideas he might get...

They were approaching a red light, and she quickly planned a getaway in her head. They were in a crowded area. There were a lot of other vehicles and pedestrians around to help her if she needed them to.

But when the Pathfinder rolled to a stop, she sat as still as a stone in the passenger seat. Not one muscle moved. She let her chance for escape disappear because her heart was pounding like mad in her chest – and not in fear. She was excited. 

By Laura Smith

She sighed. "I'm tired.  I'd like to go to my room."

He looked as if he was going to object, to say more, but he simply turned his face away and let her go.

Rushing up the stairs to her bedroom, she shut the door behind her and leaned against it.  Things were not going well and it was all her fault.  She just needed to tell him that she liked to be spanked.  It wasn't hard.  She was making it more difficult than it had to be.

Depressed, she sluggishly got ready for bed, simply dropping her clothes wherever and blindly picking out a fresh shirt and panties.  She sat curled up on the mattress, her legs crossed beneath her, and stared at her door.

They Called Her Bones
Chapter One

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Houseboat

Chapter Seven

By Katrina

“I told you before, there’s one man in this relationship, Ruby.  And you’re looking at him.”

Ruby’s stomach actually flipped over.  She was scared and thrilled at the same time.  It was the roller coaster all over again.

“What are you going to do?” she asked tremulously.

“What you’re going to do,” he said, “is march into my bedroom, strip, and plant your nose in the corner by my dresser.  Understand?” 

Chapter Seven

So far, Flynn had said he wasn’t going to put her in jail, but how could he stop it?  Especially if the Chief was in on everything he was doing.  It wouldn’t be his choice, would it?  Bones held her breath as he walked towards her.  He looked awfully grim in spite of his encouragement in the hidden room.  Had he just been acting for Lew’s sake?  Was this really going to be the end of their budding relationship?

Flynn stood in front of her, his strong arms folded across his chest, a very disapproving look on his face. “I ought to turn you over my knee right here and spank the living daylights out of you for pulling this stupid stunt,” he growled, “but I don’t have the time right now.”

 *** Holiday Stories: Halloween ***

By Katrina

He took my hand and led me toward the sliding glass door to the dining room.  I pretended that I was going willingly, although my legs were dragging.  He skirted the few guests who were standing in the dining room and pulled me after him to the front hall.  He pushed me ahead of him up the stairs and I could feel his iron palm prodding my buttocks whenever I slowed down.

“I’m going already,” I hissed back at him.

“Go faster,” he snapped.

I didn’t want to.  Why would I go faster when it would only lead to nothing good?
 

By Brandy

Fascinated, Janessa watched him avidly. Even his eyes are golden, she thought.  What an amazing male specimen, not to mention the costume.  It fit as though it was made for him!  And where on earth did he get that wig?  Even his fangs looked real!  Oh, yeah, this was her idea of a man!  He sported long, sculpted thighs that went on forever, broad shoulders, and a trim waist. Best of all, he obviously wasn’t intimidated by her size!  But then, he was much bigger and taller than she, so why would he be?

“Did ye get yer costume at Kilkenny’s like the rest of us?” she asked curiously.

He looked puzzled.  “Kilkenny’s?”

By Kristin

“If it’s a different woman you want,” she said, her voice low, “by all means, take a mistress.  I’m sure you can find a docile little mouse to do your bidding in exchange for a bit of gold.”

“That is not what I meant,” Thomas ground out.  “I do not plan to defile our marriage bed.  I expect the same courtesy from you.”

Renada felt her cheeks flame.  “I would never entertain the thought of another man,” she whispered fiercely.  Because she was angry, she added, “The last thing I need is two men ordering me about.  Believe me, one is quite enough.”

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Chapter Four
(Last Chapter)

By Katrina