Masked, A Halloween Encounter

Last week I was part of a contest on Suzy Ayers Website.  She had a nice little challenge involving anonymous masked sex.  It had to be 750 words or less and still have a good story.  Well I am proud to say that I tied with the reigning champion, Andy Deep Though.  Ok, maybe i's not an official tie, she's asking for readers to comment and help break the tie.  So which story do you think is hotter?  Check them out here.

Personally, I found the contest very difficult to keep to the 750 word limit.  The first draft was over 1,000 words and actually that makes a much better story.  So what I'm going to do today is share the extended edition of my story, Masked.  So I hope that you enjoy it, and make sure you check out the other hot stories that Suzy got for her contest.

Playing with Language #SatSpanks

Well I am personally excited about joining everyone for the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop.  I joined in on all the fun two weeks ago, and everyone was so welcoming to a new member to your circle. Thanks.

For today's post, I'm going to do a little snippet from a story I posted a few weeks ago. Sometimes I get tired of doing "Serious" erotica.  Sometimes I want to be more playful and try something a little different.  I was trying to come up with new ideas that I could try and I thought of the word, Subservient. Which to me made me think of a Sub Servant, ie someone who sells sandwiches...  Well as erotic as food can be, I thought that was a great inspiration for something more fun and lighthearted.

So today we are joining Ashley as she seduces the male main character right after he received his sub.

Then she looked up at me with her doe eyes and said, “Besides, seeing how happy you are makes getting in trouble with my daddy worth it.”

I finished chewing and asked, “Why would your father be upset with you?”

“Oh, daddy is very strict!  He’s always telling me ‘I don’t care if you are college senior, if you’re living under my roof you are going to follow my rules!’.  And now that it’s past closing I’m going to be home past my curfew.  I know that I’m going to have a sore bum tonight.”  As she spoke she shifted and started rubbing her ass through the fabric of her skirt, as if soothing it now would prevent the sting latter on.

“I don’t think he’d spank you if you explain to him that you were stuck at work.”  I said, actually concerned for Ashley.

“You really think so, Mister?”  She put her finger to her mouth and kind of bit down on it as though she was thinking.  “Maybe you could help me practice my story?”  Her voice had this lilt to it that I couldn't say no to.

Did that tempt you?  If so, I urge you to check out the rest of the story here.

On a side note... I'd like to remind everyone that they can find my collection of Erotic Spanking stories, Playful Punishments, on Smashwords and Amazon.

And make sure to check out the rest of the Saturday Spanks Blog Hop! :)

Tied & Humiliated: A Fantasy

You stand there completely nude, your mind is focused on how naked you are, how exposed.  You feel your heart beat in your chest as I observe you.  Your whole body language screams to the world that you are ashamed of physical presence.  You lean head down and stare at the floor.  It is as if you thought that by not maintaining eye contact you would disappear.  Instead it makes me angry.

You are aware of how I am circling your body, staring at your breasts, your ass, your stomach, your thighs.  I can see on your face you are imagining me judging your body.  There are tears forming in your eyes as you mentally break under my gaze. 

I walk behind you and you anticipate my return to your peripheral vision.  Instead of continuing, I surprise you, spanking your ass hard, making you lift your head up quickly, a startled scream escaping from your lips.  My hand comes down harder the second time as I spank you again on the other cheek, making you jump as you try not to yelp in pain.  When my hand connects with your ass cheek a third time I am focused on your body.  I watch as your body jiggles, your breasts heave, your ass vibrates as it reddens.

You look fantastic.

Sub-Servant

I had been driving for a while now, the sun had previously set hours earlier, but I had yet to get to my destination.  Florida was such a long state and no matter how long I was driving for, I didn’t feel like I was making any headway.  Worse than that, my tummy was beginning to growl and I really needed to eat something great, even late.  Luckily I was about to hit a big college town where there would surely be something that would fit the bill.

As I drove into town I decided to pass the first few spots because either I wasn’t lovin’ it, or I wanted to go where taste really ruled.  Finally I saw the bright yellow sign that was my hero and pulled into the parking lot.  I opened the door, avoided the puddle of spilled soda and the wrappers drifting in the light breeze, and I headed to the door.

As I walked in, it immediately struck me that the place was empty, except for the college student behind the counter.  Ignoring her, I walked towards the bathroom and opened the door.  I needed a pit stop almost as much as I needed some nourishment and standing in front of the urinal I felt the relaxation only a good wiz can provide.  I did my business, washed my hands and then headed back out into the dining room.

As I emerged into the room, I noticed that the girl from behind the counter was locking the door.  Clearing my throat I said, “Hi, are you closing up?”

Without giving me a glance she said, “Yep, but since you’ve made it in before we locked the doors, you’ll be our last customer.”

“Great!” I said walking towards the counter.  “I’m starving, been driving for hours.”  I raised my eyes to the large lighted panels that they used as a menu.  As I tried to decide on what I wanted, the girl walked around and got in position behind the counter.

“Hi, I’m Ashley and I’ll be your sandwich sculptor today.  How can I help you?”  Despite the late hour she said her line with exuberance.

I continued to stare at the menu while I said, “I’ll get the Melt.”

“Yum!  The melt is one of my favs!  I like it nice and gooey, do you?”

I wasn’t really paying attention to her as she spoke and just said, “Yeah.”  Pausing a moment, my eyes moved over to the roll choices.  “I’ll get that on the six inch wheat.”

Ashley turned around and pulled a tray off the rack.  “At this late hour, I’m gonna make your six inch a footlong.”