Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week preparation for a slap or two from my new novel MASTER OF HER WORLD.
Back Cover Information
With her own world facing catastrophic environmental collapse, Briella’s only option is to seek refuge on the planet Roun, but the cost of her choice will be her freedom. Upon reaching her new home, she is met by Gastion, the stern, handsome man to whom she now belongs, and he wastes no time in making his expectations clear. Briella will obey him in all things and make her beautiful body available to him in every way, or her bare bottom will pay the price.
Gastion quickly demonstrates that his warnings are not to be taken lightly, and when he discovers that Briella has smuggled prohibited contraband from her home planet she is punished thoroughly. But while he is more than ready to be strict with her, Gastion soon proves that a skillful master can bring his slave pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined, and Briella finds herself surrendering willingly even as he claims her in ever more shameful ways.
Their passion blossoms into romance, but there are strict rules governing interactions between masters and slaves, and it isn’t long before Gastion and Briella’s relationship attracts scrutiny from the governing authorities. Can their love survive the wrath of the planet’s powerful king?
Publisher’s Note: Master of Her World includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
As always, with something new in their medication routine, Briella had a flutter of nerves. Gast would never hurt her in a bad way, but still... he was a big Roun man and had impressive muscles. She was small and delicate and when he got carried away, at the height of the erotic pleasure, she sometimes wondered how much control he had.
“And your legs,” he said, stooping and sliding his hands down her left one. “They will also be attached to the spanking bench. I wish you to be firmly in place.”
Of course it was. She should have guessed.
A small whimper caught in her mouth as he proceeded to secure four straps to each leg, completely harnessing her to the bench. And with her arms pinned together and further tied down by the straps over her torso, she could go nowhere.
Not that she wanted to.
The warm breeze slipping down the mountainside slid over her ass cheeks and tickled through her hair.
Gast moved in front of her to his workbench.
She wondered when he’d get started. The suns were blazing down on her Zoid skin, so she knew he wouldn’t leave her for hours, the way he sometimes did on the cross indoors, but still, he had a decent length of time to play with before she burned to any degree.
“I’ve been busy, slave,” he said, coming into her line of vision again. “And created this.”
He held out a flat wooden disk, about the size of one of their plates. He’d attached a loop of leather to it and slipped his hand through the loop. It turned his palm into a solid circle of wood.
“It’s lovely, Sir.” What was it?
“It’s to mark your buttocks. Look, I have engraved my initials on it, so when I smack you, the blood will not rush to the skin there and you’ll bear my name.”