Wednesday, June 17, 2015

M is for Married #SpankA2Z #WIP IT UP

Marriage goes through seasons. When the people in a marriage change, they have to make adjustments for those changes. It's a lesson Ginger and Beau have to learn together in Ginger Up, Book 5 of Corbin's Bend Season 3- releasing tomorrow.

After a difficult delivery and birth of her daughter, control freak Ginger Davies, is losing control. She cares only for the care of her daughter and has no time or energy for anything else. Her home, business, and relationships are suffering. She knows something needs to change, but she is too overwhelmed to do anything about it. As someone who has always prided herself on being strong and capable, and disciplined, she can’t bring herself to admit what she is really going through.

Her husband Beau has been content to take a break from domestic discipline to give Ginger the time and space she needs to recover, but he soon realizes that he’s not doing her any favors by letting things go. He realizes that break or no break, it’s time to regain control of his home and step up in a way that he never has before.


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“Good girl. Now we’re getting somewhere.” As a reward, he stilled his finger, relaxing it inside her. His other hand rested atop her still warm cheeks, as a reminder. “Now, as I was saying, we seem to have a differing opinion these days as to the purpose of a break. See, I saw it as a way to let you recover physically and emotionally from everything that you went through. And maybe you did too, in the beginning. But, see that’s changed. Now it seems as if you are viewing the break as a free pass to get away with whatever you want, or don’t want to do as the case may be. You’re abusing my generosity, aren’t you?”
She shook her head in vehement denial, but Beau was having none of it. His finger plunged deeper inside her until she squealed and bucked against him. The bucking just earned her a fresh set of punishing blows to her tender bottom crease.
“Do you want to re-think your answer, darling, or should I continue? Are you ready to listen now?”
Ginger was stubborn, but she wasn’t stupid, and she could see there was only one way out of this. “Yes, Sir”
“Yes, Sir, what?”
“Yes, Sir, I’m ready to listen.”
“Good.” He stopped spanking then, resting his large palm against her hot skin. She shivered in spite of herself. She wanted to be mad. What he was doing shouldn’t feel so good, but her body was reacting in ways it never had before.
“See, here’s the thing. I was more than willing to take a break. Aside from your temper, I’ve never had to worry much about you, and I figured I could trust you enough to keep yourself under control, and remember the heart of why we do this. But now, now you’re disobedient, you’re not living up to your responsibilities, you’re rude and belligerent, and you seem to enjoy throwing it in my face that I can’t spank you for it. The way I see it, you’ve been begging me to do just that.”
Ginger bit her lip, chewing it absently as she pondered his words. Is that what she had been doing? Shame rose up in her cheeks as she remembered her harsh words and defiant actions. It was just yesterday, but it seemed so long ago now. Nothing to put things in perspective like a first thing in the morning trip over your husband’s knee, she mused.
“Is that what you’ve been doing Ginger? Have you been begging for a spanking?”
She didn’t reply, still wrapped up in her own thoughts, she didn’t even realize he was asking her a question, until his hand stopped rubbing and came cracking down on her backside with all the force of a paddle. Damn, she had forgotten how hard his hands could be.
“Answer me, woman.” His hand went back, poised for impact, and she squeaked out her answer, bracing herself for the blow.
“No, I wasn’t, I wasn’t!” It didn’t seem to be the answer he was looking for, as his hand connected with her aching backside.
“Okay, okay, maybe I was! But, it wasn’t conscious!”
At her admission, his hand stilled, coming down softly to rest on her back. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Tell me, whose idea was it do domestic discipline?”
Ginger sighed. “Mine, Sir”
“And, whose idea was it to move to Corbin’s Bend?”
She could see where this was going, and it didn’t bode well for her. “Mine, Sir”
“Mmm-hmm” His finger pumped inside her, in and out of her tight hole. She clenched around it, hoping for relief, but he just pumped harder. “Whose idea was it to take a break, from any and all punishments, against the advice of our friends and mentors?”
“It was my idea.” Her voice sounded empty, even to her.
The pumping stopped, but the spanking began in earnest. His hand flattened against her bottom, again and again, peppering both cheeks with sharp swats, one after another, with no pause between. Dd may have been her idea, but damn, the man could spank.
“It seems to me,” he began, concentrating on reddening the crease between her thighs and bottom cheeks, “that we’ve been doing things your way for much too long. I’ve let you be in charge of everything, even this.”

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