I haven't signed up for the A2Z challenge this month. But when I read the hot little snippet Cara Bristol sent me, I couldn't resist jumping onto the bandwagon. It's from Irresistible Attractions, her new release in the Rod and Cane Society series. Trust me, what happens to Hannah is Embarrassing with a capital E!
Vacuuming finished, she wound the cord around the cleats and
pushed the machine into the hall, remembering how she’d gotten flustered and
left it on the elevator. Jordan Bevy must have thought she was a ditz.
Naturally she would make an ass of herself in front of the sexiest man she’d
ever encountered. He made the guys at her college look like little kids.
Hannah halted in the doorway giving the room a final
perusal. Spic and spank. Dust free. Paddles aligned in neat rows.
Benches polished.
She eyed her favorite. Gorgeous cherry grain. Slick, smooth
leather, the kind resistant to sweat stains, she suspected. In her fantasies,
she knelt on that bench. Dare she try it out for real? Doing so violated the
rules, but it wouldn’t disturb anything, and tonight might be her sole
chance. Amberlyn would come back—or Tidy Titans would replace her. Either way,
she’d never be alone in the mansion again.
Before she lost her nerve, she strode to the apparatus.
Spastic butterflies beat frantic wings in her stomach as she knelt on the lower
padded seat and relaxed her torso atop the upper one. She wiggled her wrists
into the leather loops attached to the front legs. She peeked over her shoulder
at her reflection and winced at her big booty, covered in unattractive gray
wash-and-wear cotton poly. Not her best feature. Why couldn’t she have had a
cute little butt to go along with her short stature?
Hannah freed her hands from the restraints and tugged up the
skirt. Her lace thong left her backside near naked. Twisting her arm, she
swatted one pasty cheek. Smack! Smack! Buns of steel? More like
jiggles of Jell-O. She slapped herself several more times. It was hard to get a
good swing. If only she had longer arms…
Or an implement.
Hannah scurried to the wall and snatched a short, slender
cane then hopped back on the bench and hiked her dress over her waist again.
She tapped herself with the rod. More kiss than slap, it
imparted only a slight sting. Tightening her grip, she swung a little harder. Ow!
She wiggled her bottom. Nice tingle, but it disappeared too fast.
She was so bad. This was breaking every rule and some that
hadn’t been written yet. Tidy Titans’ Rule No. 35: Do not try out clients’
spanking equipment.
Hannah giggled and landed another strike on her bottom.
“You’re a naughty girl,” she chided aloud, imagining her fantasy man saying it.
But, this time, he had Jordan Bevy’s face.
“Yes, you are a naughty girl,” boomed Jordan’s very real
voice.
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Author bio
Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of
erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance,
contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what
the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven
seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and
heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives
in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not
writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.
