Celtic Seduction
(Through the Veil)
Chapter One

She fidgeted with her hair, wrapping it round and round her finger, as he demanded, “Where the hell have you been? I’ve spent my entire life looking for you. Where were you hiding?”

She couldn’t answer him. She wanted to say there must be some mistake. She’d been at home in Portland, same as always. Just this morning, she’d gone to work at the theatre. It’d been raining, as usual. At the end of the day, she’d come home on the bus and had had a hot bath. She’d had chicken pizza with feta and marinated artichoke hearts for dinner, and two glasses of red wine. She wasn’t hiding; she’d been living her normal life. She should tell the big Celt that she wasn’t real. She was just a figment, a dream from a future place, like Glenda the Good Witch. She was nothing more than make-believe. But somehow she couldn’t bring herself to say that, and to say anything else would be a lie, so she stared at the floor, not saying anything at all and nervously scuffing her feet as he glared at her, obviously expecting her to give him an answer.

He beckoned to her. “If I have to spank you, so be it. Come here.”

The discussion heated up while Matt walked Charlene to the door. She let him in and lost her temper, slamming her keys on the entry table. “How can someone of your intelligence take that position on the economy?” she yelled. “You’re a bright guy, but at times like this, I start to doubt it.”

“Watch it, young lady,” Matt warned. “I can see you’re passionate about this, but I won’t let you call me stupid just because I don’t agree with you.”

“Well, you’re acting stupid.” Charlene pouted.

Smack! A heavy swat fell on her bottom.  Butterflies erupted in her stomach, and she felt a rush of warmth in her center. “Oww!”

Pinky's Mistake
Chapter One

“Pinky, you open this door, and you do it, now!”

“Promise me you won’t spank me, and I’ll open the door.”

“Okay, okay. I won’t spank you. I just want to make sure you’re okay and that those guys won’t find you or us.”

“Really? You won’t spank me?”

“I just told you that, didn’t I?”

Pinky was confused. She’d never got him to back down before. “Yeah, but that was too easy. No, you never lie to me. I’m the liar.”

Closet Kinks
By Maren

“All right,” he said, as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his work shirt and rolled them up past his elbows.  Thick veins stood out against his brawny arms; they were all that she could focus on as he spoke the opening words in a routine that she had come to know entirely too well.  “Before we get started with what I have to say, is there something you’d like to tell me?”

Resting his broad hands on his knees, he sat there, watching her with knowing eyes, as calm and as steady as a rock, waiting as if with infinite patience for her to bare her soul.

Lorelei pressed her hands to her stomach, struggling to still the pressure of all those jangled nerves.  Lie, Donna had said.  But as she stood looking into his eyes, that was impossible.

The Next Day
Chapter Four
(Sequel to The Next Day 3)
By Overbarrel

“He spent several minutes making sure the lotion was soothing every inch of my butt. I heard him snap the cap shut, and he said he was going to put it away and wash his hands.”

“Now that’s romantic,” sighed Nancy. “That’s the kind of care I wish Mike had given me. I’ll bet by this time you really wanted to make love to him.”

“Well, not exactly,” Betty corrected. “The next thing I knew, Bob was gently shaking me, telling me that I needed to wake up and get back to the house before curfew!”

“You fell asleep?” gasped a disbelieving Nancy. “You fell asleep in Bob’s bed, with your panties down after he’d been rubbing your butt?” 

*** BONUS STORY! ***

Something Borrowed, Something Blue
By April Hill

"This place is a dump!" she whined.

"Don’t worry about it," Mike said, his tone grim. "We won’t be here long."

"But why here?" she insisted. "There’s a million nice…"

"Atmosphere," he said. "It’s private, and in about one minute, you’re going to appreciate that privacy."

And then, soft-spoken, gentle Mike rolled up his shirtsleeves and unbuckled his belt, and although Emily had never been spanked as a child, even she knew what that specific gesture foretold.

You Can Go Home Again
Chapter Ten
(Last Chapter)

“You’re going to follow her, though, right?” Joyce pressed.

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am, just as soon as I can find someone to cover things here.”

“Good. Someone needs to set that girl straight on some things. And, I know you’re the one to do it right. You go after her, Tuck, and you bring my girl back home.”

“That’s got to be her choice, though, Mom. I want her to come home as much as you do, but I can’t force her to. I want it to be the choice she makes on her own, not the one I make for her.”

Joyce considered this. “You’re right. I’m sure you’ll find a way to help her see her way to coming home, anyway…”

“What did you hear?” Charlene leaned forward attentively.

“Well, it seems that our friend, Matt Pryor, has been asking around about you. He wanted to know how you work, who you know in senior management and what kind of reputation you have.” Janice leaned back to let the information sink in. “Simone, from Marketing, said she overheard him on the phone talking about you with other department heads. She thought he was formulating a way to ‘handle’ you during the project.”

As Janice spoke, Charlene began to seethe. “How dare that self-important jerk ask around about me? He knows he’s losing control of the project, and he wants to dictate the outcome in order to save his department.” She stood up and began pacing in her office. “He and I had a nice discussion after the meeting, and I thought we were on the same page,” she ranted. “Apparently, he was trying to figure out a way to pry away leadership of the project to make sure that he got the credit.”
 

"You think I’m too tense, and not in control? You did this to me, instead of just saying who you were. You will not lead me around by the nose again..."

Jack held her down firmer with each wiggle, as she tried to get free. The more she wiggled, the more excited he was getting.

"I overheard you and Ellen today talking about spanking. And frankly, dear, I’m just the right lover to brand you and remind you that you’ve been a very bad girl…”
 

“Lies are lies! You left the bag in the garage, and the cat tore into it last night. All you had to do was go another twenty feet and put the damn bag in the can. Then you lied to me and said you’d done it when I asked. I don’t get this.”

“Well, see, I was… I got distracted. Well, and I’d just done my nails, and I hate that lid to the can and—”

“So, instead of talking to me about it, so I could get a better lid for the garbage can and make it easier on you, you just blew off the entire chore and lied to me about it.”

“Well, I emptied all the wastebaskets.”

He pointed dramatically towards the counter. “Bend it over!”
 

She knew it was Michael without even looking at the display, since a glance at her watch had told her she was already twenty minutes late for their dinner date.

It was extremely difficult for Karen to answer and apologize for a made-up meeting that ran late and promise that she was on her way… when what she really wanted to say was, “Michael, I’m standing in my office in my underwear, and my panties are soaking wet, and I want you to come up here this instant and spank my ass with this ruler.”

But, she wasn’t that crazy.  Not yet, anyway.

“You’re not getting the picture here, sugar,” Tucker said through gritted teeth. “Either you come with me now, or I will carry you out of here. One way or the other. Your choice.”

Becky made an impolite sound of derision. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

She rolled her eyes. “Okay. Whatever.”

“Don’t believe me?”

“No.”

“Okay, then. I guess I’ll have to show you.”

 *** New Author! ***

Restlessly, Matt interjected. “Let’s not forget that we’ll be evaluating the elimination of a number of jobs in the Marketing and Business Development departments. This is a decision the company, and Charlene and I take very seriously. Both projects have merit, and they would both mean a number of jobs would no longer be needed. This group is tasked with assessing each initiative and recommending a course of action.”

With a dismissive wave toward Matt, Charlene stepped in. “Thank you for the clarification, Matt; I think we should start by reviewing the initial proposals.”

Matt shot a placating smile at Charlene. “Yes, I agree, Charlene. I’ve put together a summary of the computer system proposal.” As he spoke, he tried not to think about how annoyed he was with her. She could be so patronizing and self-involved! It’s too bad she’s a colleague, he thought. He had a sure fire cure for insolent young ladies. He smirked as he pictured himself pulling her over his knee for a lesson in manners.

 *** New Author! ***

Ellen smiled conspiratorially at Anne. “You have to be able to give up control to the man and just be sensual. That dominance play is very sexy.”

"You have three things missing in that play scenario, Ellen." Anne wiggled her finger like a mother at her friend’s nose. “One, I enjoy being in control, so finding the moment when I'm being passive is going to be elusive. Maybe when I've been crying or concentrating on helping my lover. Two, I don't want my lover to ask me because I'm not going to just allow it to happen. He’s going to have to want to brand me as his mate for life when he does it because I'm not going to let twenty-five different guys pull my panties off. And lastly, number three... the sex better be as good as you say, or I'm coming back to you to demand a full refund of my advice money."

The clock ticked behind her on the wall, the neighbor pulled up into his driveway, and yet still Bill did not walk into the dining room. Minutes passed. A half an hour. Her legs got tired; she was so nervous about her spanking that she could barely stand it. Her lower lip trembled; tears rolled down her cheeks. This was torture!

After the longest hour of her life, Bill walked into the room.

“Pants all the way off now. Your top, too. I want you naked.”

Her hands shook so badly that she could barely undo her top. Finally, she got her clothes off.

“Now, follow me into the living room.”

 *** New Author! ***

“Oh! Frank! That was great! You protected my honor! You’re my hero!” cried Maggie. She thought her husband was so brave…

“I told you to shut up!” Frank said sternly. “What were you thinking!?!  You could have been hurt! For the love of God! You act like you’re only five years old! And you’re gonna be treated like that! Go back home and bare that butt of yours! Nose to the wall! Now!”

Maggie left running and crying. None of his workers said a word. Not even James. That meant she was in a lot of trouble.