A Welcome to the Spank A to Z June Challenge!
Yay– Cara Bristol is here today to kick it off with my favorite topic– ANAL! And mmmm, she has a yummy excerpt from her new release, Irresistible Attractions. I snapped it up the moment I heard it was out. I hope you do too!
By Cara Bristol
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“Some men put a ring around a girl’s finger. Others collared them. Jordan? He laid claim to her ass. Inside and out.” – From Irresistible Attractions.
As a culture, we’ve hardly come to grips with talking about sexual intercourse. Anal sex, if it’s discussed at all, is a topic that elicits snickers. It’s taboo. Even illegal. Until as recently as last year, twelve states still outlawed “sodomy” despite the fact that U.S. Supreme Court had ruled it unconstitutional a decade earlier.
But people do it. Perhaps because it is taboo, it seems naughty, and like spanking, that makes it even hotter.
I don’t feature anal play and anal sex in all my books, but it’s in most of them, and it is featured rather prominently in Irresistible Attractions, the newest Rod and Cane Society spanking romance.
From the beginning, Jordan lays claim to Hannah’s ass. Out of deference to her relative innocence, Jordan takes it slow at first (well, slow for him), but he quickly takes charge.
An excerpt from Irresistible Attractions:
In his peripheral vision, he spied his box. “I sent you a package. Didn’t you get it?”
She jerked a hand toward her small coffee table, holding the carton. “I got it this morning.”
“You don’t like blue?”
“It’s my favorite color.”
Good to know. He filed away the information.
“All the dresses are beautiful,” she said. “I can’t accept them.”
“Ah, I get it. You don’t like pretty things.”
She jutted out her chin. “You’re making fun of me.”
“I’m teasing you while I strive for understanding.”
“Those are designer dresses! They’re way too expensive a gift. They’re not anywhere close to what I can afford to buy for myself.” Her cheeks tinted as if the admission embarrassed her.
She didn’t have money. What student did? His fifteen-year head start and business acumen put him in an entirely different income bracket than her. Pointing out that what was a lot of money to her was pocket change to him wouldn’t alleviate her discomfort. And he had a feeling money wasn’t the sole issue.
“Is that the only reason?”
She dropped her gaze, and his went to her feet. She wore strappy little high-heeled silver sandals and had painted her toenails blushing pink.
“It felt like…like you were t-trying to c-control me. You already told me to wear a d-dress, and then you told me what color.”
Before the other night, he would have viewed her stubbornness as a sign of incompatibility. After spanking her, possessing her, having her come apart in his arms, he wouldn’t walk away now. If she’d cancelled their date, if he’d shown up to find her wearing slacks, he might have reconsidered. But she was wearing a dress. You couldn’t force submission—it evolved one baby step at a time. He needed to help her face her fears, lead her through her uncertainty.
The question was how hard to push? “Thank you for being honest with me,” he said, and pondered how to address the mini-rebellion.
“The dresses are beautiful. I hope you’re not m-m-mad at me.” Her stutter betrayed her nervousness, and he admired her all the more for standing up for herself.
“I’m not mad at all.” An idea came to him. “I hope you won’t be angry because I bought you something else.”
Her lips parted with automatic protest.
He held up his hand. “Wait until you see what it is.” From his inside coat pocket, he withdrew a wrapped box and handed it to her. He’d bought the item for play later, but it would suit his purpose perfectly now.
She hefted it in her palm. “It’s heavy.”
“Open it,” he directed, and gestured to the sofa.
Hannah settled on the couch, and he sat on the adjacent cushion. She shot him another doubtful, accusing glance, before tearing off the wrapping paper. She lifted the lid. Her eyes rounded like saucers.
“Do you know what they are?” he asked.
“A verbal response, please.”
She wet her lips. “They’re um…they’re um, butt plugs.”
Three. Stainless steel, in different sizes. “The smallest one will be for your pleasure,” he explained. She’d climaxed almost instantly when he’d finger fucked her back entrance, and he planned for her to come easily and often. The slender plug would add extra sensation without discomfort. An orgasm booster.
A flush had crept up her neck to flood her face. Through the fabric of the yellow and green dress she’d worn in mutiny, her nipples had beaded with arousal, reassuring him his plan to handle her defiance was the appropriate course of action.
“The largest one, which we’ll work up to, is for my pleasure, to train you so you’ll be able to accommodate my cock. The medium one, besides being an intermediate step, will be used for discipline.” Untrained, she would experience moderate discomfort.
He extracted a tube of lubricant from his pocket and set it on the coffee table. “Since you didn’t wear the blue dress, you will wear the medium plug instead.”
Irresistible Attractions blurb
College student Hannah Laurie works nights for a cleaning service. Among its clients is the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of domestic discipline practitioners. As she cleans the mansion headquarters, she becomes fascinated by the idea of being spanked. One evening, she surrenders to the impulse to try out the equipment in the secret disciplinary chamber.
Billionaire cybersecurity magnate Jordan Bevy, Rod and Cane’s disciplinary proctor, ensures the rules of the organization are followed to a T. Using the disciplinary chamber for personal pleasure is strictly forbidden. But when he catches the shy little cleaner girl trying out the equipment, what’s a fellow to do but bend the rules and give her a hand?
Everything seems like fun and games, until their relationship deepens and their respective worlds collide and clash. Can a lowly cleaner girl ever find acceptance in her boyfriend’s monied world?
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