An intimate punishment - my favorite scene from Shana's Guardian

In three days, my erotic spanking romance novella, Shana's Guardian , will release with Blushing Books.  So if the world doesn't end on Friday, I encourage you to celebrate on Saturday morning by picking up my book!  Hey, at least I'm not trying to sell you freeze dried lasagna or the schematics to a zombie-proof bunker:)

Today I'm sharing my favorite scene from Shana's Guardian .  Shana and Daman have been married for a short while and she's broken one of his rules - his rule that she's not allowed to call him "Uncle" in public anymore.  Yes, she calls him "Uncle" in private after they get married, but he's adamant that she call him Daman in the presence of others.  What happens when she breaks this rule is a very intimate punishment...

Excerpt:

“Hands at your sides, Shana,” he said, stopping directly in front of her.  “I will use the paddle on you tonight, but I will also punish you in more intimate ways, ways that may seem strange to you.  I want you to be a good girl and accept your punishment.”

She nodded, and this time a tear fell down her cheek.  He brushed it away with his thumb and stroked her face.  After a while, he stepped back and eyed her large breasts, heaving under her quick breaths.  She stiffened when he pinched one nipple, twisting it until it became a hard little peak.  He treated the other nipple to the same pinching and twisting, this time making her whimper.

“Remember to keep your hands at your sides,” he instructed.  A moment later, he brought his palm down against the side of her right breast, giving it a quick slap.

She started and met his gaze.

“Lower your eyes,” he snapped.  “You will not look at me during your punishment unless I give you permission.”

In a split second, her eyes dropped to his chest.

“Good girl.”  He slapped her left breast and brought his hand down on her right one again.  Alternating breasts, he smacked her soft skin sharply, hard enough to draw sounds of distress from her throat.  Her face was red, evidence of her extreme humiliation at this brand of punishment.  Before the night ended, she would experience more pain and humiliation at his hands, but also love.  He punished her because he loved her.  Every mark he gave her was a testament of the deep affection he harbored for the woman he’d gladly sacrifice his life to protect.

She winced as his hand fell again and again, slapping down on her tender breasts.  To her credit, she kept her hands at her side and didn’t retreat from his punishing hand.  When he decided she’d had enough, he ordered her to kneel.  She sank to her knees and kept her eyes cast down.  But what she did next would haunt him for weeks afterward.

Lifting her chin a notch, she leaned forward and kissed the top of his right hand, the very hand that had delivered the harsh blows to her breasts, and the very hand that would wield the paddle against her bottom.  Her lips lingered on his hand for a few seconds, and he felt the moisture of her tears falling.

If there was ever a doubt that Shana was the perfect woman for him, it evaporated like morning mist in the sun.  He began to pet her hair once her lips broke contact with his hand.  Her action spoke louder than words, and he knew she loved him and accepted his rule over her.  Painfully engorged, his cock stiffened further, and he opened the front of his pants, intending for her lips to wrap around his staff.  If he was to continue with the punishment he intended to deliver, he needed an initial release now.

She licked her lips and took his cock in her mouth, holding the base with her hand.  She was such a good girl, jogging her head forward and backward just like he’d taught her, careful to keep her lips sealed tight and her tongue dancing along the tip of his length when her head reared back.  His eyes shut and he groaned his pleasure.  Electric fire churned in his balls as they tightened, and he delved his fingers into her hair to hold her head in place as he came hard with his cock buried deep down her throat.  When he pulled away a small eternity later, his shaft was clean of his seed.  Pleased that she’d swallowed all he gave her, he stroked her hair with both hands for a minute before lifting her up to stand.

“Go stand in the corner with your fingers laced behind your head,” he instructed, giving her bottom a pat as he pointed her in the right direction.

Shana took up residence in the corner and positioned her hands as requested.  Daman took this time to study his wife.  Only one mark from her last punishment lingered.  All the rest had faded.  His mind soon drifted back to the kiss she’d placed on his hand after he’d spanked her breasts.  Yes, she was definitely full of surprises tonight.  He hated the thought of leaving her to travel to the damned trading post, but the livelihood of many families in Jackson Settlement rested on these trading missions, including his.  He could only build and trade so much furniture within the confines of the settlement barrier.  Traveling outside the settlement offered a greater variety of foods and other goods necessary for comfortable living.

He sighed and retrieved the wooden paddle from its place on the wall.  It was slightly wider than the palm of his hand and polished smooth.  He’d made it himself, not long after Shana’s trip to the gypsy village.  Eight small holes were drilled in the center of the implement to decrease wind resistance and give the paddle a stinging bite.  By the time he finished with her tonight, she would be in tears and in a state of submission so deep she wouldn’t bat an eye when he fucked her ass afterwards.  Yes, tonight he would claim her bottom hole fully.

“It’s time, my sweet.  Come bend over the desk.” 
 
Blurb:

Shana's twenty-fourth birthday hovers on the horizon like a death sentence. She's the oldest eligible woman in Jackson Settlement, and she dreads the day her guardian,
Uncle Daman, announces her marriage. Her feelings for her widowed uncle are complicated, especially because they aren't related by blood.

Daman is a strict man who wields a mighty paddle, but Shana has grown to love him wholeheartedly in the years after her parents' death. To her surprise, he proposes they get married. Of course, he's upfront with her about his expectations in a wife. If she marries him, she'll be subject to spankings and more intimate discipline when she misbehaves.

Will Shana accept his terms of marriage? Even worse, will the threats looming outside the settlement barriers doom their relationship before it even has a chance to begin?


Shana's Guardian will release on 12/22/12.  It will be available on the Blushing Books site first before showing up on Amazon and B&N a few days later.