Blurb:
Morgan King is a 23 year old
virgin who has never had a proper boyfriend. The fussy young woman longs
to meet a man everything like the heroes in the spanking romance novels she
loves to read. When such a man comes along, Morgan is sure that he must be too
good to be true and balks at actually meeting him.
Jackson Brooks is a 29 year old middle school teacher who works
summers at his family’s summer camp. When he gets to know Morgan on an online
dating site, he is sure she’s the girl for him. They are both ready to settle
down and he doesn’t understand why she is so hesitant to meet him in person.
His confusion deepens when he finds out she has sent him a fake photo; he is
not happy. With his job as director of the summer camp looming, he decides to
give the elusive Morgan some space.
Morgan is devastated when she realizes she has probably blown
things with Jackson. The
desperate young woman hatches a plan to get to know him secretly. She
pretends to be her own mother and books herself into Sunnyvale Summer Camp
under the name of Alyssa King, using her sister’s birth certificate. What will
happen when Jackson finds out?
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Excerpt: (Rated R)
Jackson
stood and walked around to her side of the desk. “Stand up.”
“What
are you doing?” Morgan’s eyes were wide with disbelief but she did as he asked.
“Bend over
the desk.” He moved his things out of the way and stood back while she bent
over. “Stay there.”
“What
are you going to do? You can’t really mean to spank me, not here.
Someone will hear you!” Morgan shifted nervously, her fingers automatically
tugging at the frayed hem of her shorts.
“They won’t
because you will not make a sound. You are going to take what you have coming
to you and you are going to be completely silent. Not one little whimper because
you know you deserve every single lick.” Jackson was angry and he had to decide
what to do but there was no way he could even think straight until he’d metered
out at least some punishment. It was nothing compared to what he wanted to do
but he had to bear in mind there were kids on the property and for the most
part he had to concentrate on them. This bottom warming would have to be quick
and sharp.
“But
I?” Morgan squirmed uncomfortably.
“The
only butt I’m interested in is the one I’m about to punish. Stay in that
position and wait.” He was surprised that she did as he told her. Jackson
locked his office door and walked through to his adjoining sleeping quarters to
find something to spank her with. He needed something with maximum sting and
yet whisper quiet. He had to remember that as far as the other councillors
knew, he was holed up in here with a teenage girl. If they heard any kind of
slap they could call the police and both of them could end up in jail. He took
a belt out of his closet, folded it and cracked it across his palm. The sting
was considerable but it was not noiseless. Could he use a rubber flip-flop?
Nope, the slapping sound was distinctive and quite loud. Finally he grabbed the
tilt wand from the blinds and flicked it across his hand. Perfect. It packed a
good sting and was completely silent.
When he
walked back into the office he was pleased to see that Morgan hadn’t moved.
That was something. So her name was Morgan King. At least he could put a name,
face and very soon, smacked bottom to the person he’d been talking to,
at last.
“What’s
that?” Morgan asked, her head shooting around and her jaw dropping with shock
when she saw what he was holding.
“Bend
back over.” He pressed her down slightly and pulled at her light shorts until
they were buried within her crease. This left a pleasing amount of her naked
butt cheeks on show.
“I’m
scared,” Morgan whimpered into her arm.
“Good,
you deserve to be scared.”
“I’m
sorry Jackson, I really am.”
Jackson
had to steel himself. “I’m going to spank your sassy, dishonest behind hard
with this, plastic whatever it is, because you have put both of us at risk of
being in terrible trouble with the law. You haven’t even had a criminal record
check. My brother and sister in-law could lose their business. All
because you didn’t think about anyone but yourself.”
“And
I’m not a criminal!”
“I
didn’t say you were but it is against the law to work wth kids without the
proper checks.”
“I just
wanted to get to know you.” Morgan was crying and he hadn’t even smacked her
yet.
“There
were better ways than this to get to know me.”
“I can
see that now!”
“Hush,”
he whispered.
Jackson
raised his hand and brought the fiery little stick down hard across both plump
cheeks. He would have loved for the first time he spanked this woman to have
been with his hand. He wanted nothing more than to feel those soft cheeks
ripple beneath his bare hand. He so wanted to hear the satisfying clap of flesh
meeting flesh. He brought his chosen gadget down again, a little lower than the
first pink line.
“Please
Jackson,” Morgan begged quietly. “It hurts.”
“It’s
not supposed to tickle Morgan. Honestly, you are so lucky that I can’t give you
exactly what you deserve or you would be getting a thorough hand spanking
followed by a few licks of my belt.”
“I’ll
do anything you want if you stop, please.”
The
whippy little plastic rod danced up and down her soft white flesh and she was
dancing on her toes to ease the sting. “Keep still Alyssa,” he whispered. “You
know you deserve this.”
“But it
burns—and my name is Morgan.”
“Good,
I hope it keeps on burning Morgan.” He hoisted her up by a handful of
shorts and made sure he covered the area that usually remained hidden in the
crease. He didn’t want the effects of this spanking to wear off too soon.
Finally he put the wand down on the desk and pulled her shorts back into place
to cover her bottom. She looked adorable; both hands were rubbing her sore
bottom while she stood there with her messy hair and her tear stained cheeks
looking completely contrite. He wanted nothing more than to hug her and kiss
away her tears.
“That
hurt.”
“I hope
so honey.” He pulled her against him for their first ever, real hug and he had
to admit, it felt good to hold Morgan in his arms, if only it was under better
circumstances. “Enough, I need to figure out what to do next.”
“What are
we gonna do?”
“Good
question and when I decide I’ll let you know.”
“Fine,
don't let me interrupt your thoughts on what I am going to be doing.”
“Hush
Morgan, I need to decide quickly what to do about this,” Jackson said. “Whitney
is going to be expecting me to have you removed.”
“Oh
well we have to do what makes Whitney happy.”
“What
do you mean happy? This isn’t about making Whitney happy it’s about Whitney
knowing what the rules are and expecting me to follow them.”
“Does
she even know what was in the bag?”
“No, I
asked her to bring it to me. Councillors don’t have the authority to search
bags.” He was starting to realize that they were the only two that knew
about any of this.
“This
is about me. At least I should have a bit of a say about what we do next.”
“Deciding
what’s the right thing for everyone though isn’t easy and I’m the adult here.”
“I am
an adult.”
“And
you have demonstrated that so well.”
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