A Firm-Handed Man
by Constance Masters
After a night out with friends, twenty-five-year-old Mikala Black makes an extremely foolish decision that puts her in danger and ultimately results in her being left stranded by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. When her plight is finally noticed by the driver of a passing car, her rescuer turns out to be Andrew Weatherly, an old high school classmate.
Andrew is no longer the boy she remembers as her chemistry lab partner, however. He is a tall, handsome, confident man now, and it sets Mikala's heart racing when he scolds her for her reckless behavior. Despite her best efforts to respond to his lecture with nothing but indignation, Andrew's declaration that she is in need of a long, hard spanking leaves her intensely aroused.
Mikala has dreamed for years of finding a man who will not be afraid to take her in hand, and she cannot help wondering if Andrew would follow through on his threat. She soon learns the hard way that he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she pushes him too far with her defiant attitude.
Over the coming weeks, a romance blossoms between them, and though Mikala often finds herself with a bright-red, sore bottom, being kept in line by a firm-handed man is everything she hoped it would be. But when the demands of Andrew's job put a strain on their relationship, will Mikala's over-the-top reaction end up tearing apart everything they've built together?
Publisher's Note: A Firm-Handed Man includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
“You can lose the cockiness, you smartass,” Mikki shouted as she spun to face him. Now she was angry, more so now that she could see the smugness in Drew’s eyes. “I know this isn’t funny! I was there!” Then it happened. She didn’t mean to do it, all she wanted was to get that look off Drew’s face but her hand, her whole arm really had a mind of its own. It happened so fast. Mikki stepped forward and swung her arm so hard that her hand connected with the side of Drew’s stubble-shadowed face, leaving a bright red imprint of her hand. Crap. Well, she achieved what she set out to do; the look was gone, replaced momentarily by a shocked expression that unfortunately didn’t last. He pursed his lips and advanced on her with purpose. The look on his face could only be described as determined.
“Oh, you have done it now,” he said.
He said it with a chuckle but there was no laughter in those blue eyes. She had seen that look before in the countless spanking scenes she had watched over and over. She, Mikala Black, was about to get it but it was scarier than she imagined. “No, now look, I’m really sorry,” she said, putting her hands up to ward him off.
“Oh, I just bet you are—now—after the fact.”
“See, it’s been a very disturbing evening and—” Christ, once again she found herself over his shoulder. Did he not realize she wasn’t waif-like? “Wait, I need to explain.”
“Not interested at this point, little girl. I have contained myself all evening but you slapped me and now the decision has been made.”
“But you smacked me! Twice!”
“Oh, don’t you even,” he said, his hand connecting with her bottom so much harder than it had the other times. “Those were pats. That was a slap and a face slap, you are about to learn, is considered in my book to be laying down the gauntlet.” He sat on her couch and yanked her over his knees, his hand immediately spanking her wriggling bottom solidly several times.
“Ouch, that’s too hard! Drew, you’re hurting me.”
“Good. I hope I make your bottom burn so much that every time you sit on it you remember what got you in this position.”
“I’m sorry, please.” Mikki’s hand shot back to try to slow down the barrage of smacks that were setting her rear end on fire, but she soon found her hand snatched up by a much larger one.
“You have been cruising for this spanking from the minute you got into my car.” His hand fell heavily on her sweats-covered behind. “No, I take that back; from the moment you got into a stranger’s car, after you got so drunk that you didn’t recognize that the stranger you got into a car with was a kid.”
Each of his words was punctuated with a whack that flattened one of her cheeks. It stung and it was hard to keep still. “Drew, stop!” she cried.
“That was the most dangerous thing of all. An eighteen-year-old on a mission to get laid. His dignity was at stake, he was trying to impress his friends, and it could have all gone very wrong.”
A bit about Constance:
Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.
She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.
Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's a lot like her life.