Interview with Tori Wilder

I'm interviewing spanking fiction author Tori Wilder today, so please give her a warm welcome. She's here to tell us about her hot new release, Learning Their Lesson.

Sue Lyndon: Tori, please tell us a little bit about your book, Learning Their Lesson.
Tori Wilder: Thanks for having me on your blog today, Sue. I'm glad to be here. Learning Their Lesson is the story of two grad students, Monica and Joanie, who decide to shed their geeky images and go to New Orleans for a wild Mardi Gras experience. Along the way, they decide to give themselves new names and fun girl identities. Monica tells Joanie that the coolest girl she ever knew was Tori Wilder, whose boyfriend, Rick Pearson, was Monica's high school crush.
Of course, when they get to New Orleans they get into trouble and who should be there to rescue them but Rick Pearson and his friend, Josh. Let's just say that the girls find themselves baring more than their breasts and what they get in return isn't beads.
Sue Lyndon: Wait…Tori Wilder is a character? But that's you?
Tori Wilder: I know! LOL! Of course, Tori Wilder is not my real name, but since I used it in the book I decided it was also a good penname. I'm not sure if Tori Wilder will appear in any other books or not.
Sue Lyndon: Why Mardi Gras?
Tori Wilder: I think it's one of those events where people become someone else, even if for just a day or two, so I thought it would be fun to send these two nerdy girls into that situation. Plus, an event that encourages flashing breasts is ripe with possibilities.
Sue Lyndon: Do you have more books coming out soon?
Tori Wilder: I hope so! I'm not working on anything right now, but I'm toying with a couple of ideas which might include the same two couples. I think they have more kinky adventures ahead of them.

Learning Their Lesson blurb:
When grad students, Monica and Joanie decide to shed their academic ways and head to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, they learn they enjoy the attention that flashing for beads brings the two previously overlooked women.

Rick Pearson, in New Orleans to help his friend Josh run his bar during Mardi Gras, senses trouble when he sees two women allowing a man to lick Jello shots from their breasts. As the crowd gets rowdy, he grows concerned for their safety and when he recognizes Monica as the kid sister of an old friend, he takes matters into his own hands. Monica soon finds herself stretched over a desk receiving a bare bottomed spanking.

While Rick disciplines Monica, Joanie is entrusted to the care of Josh. She makes herself useful by tending bar, but when her antics cause problems, Josh tosses her over his shoulder and takes her to the backroom for his own brand of discipline, Mardi Gras style.

Will these two brainiacs ever learn their lesson?

Note: This story contains disciplinary spankings, anal play, graphic sex and adult language. If you can’t handle it, then please do not buy this book. 

Excerpt: “I guess I’ll take the spanking.” Monica could hardly believe it when the words came out of her mouth. Here she was, a graduate student with a future as a college professor, getting her ass spanked in the backroom of a bar at Mardi Gras. What the hell had happened? It was all Joanie’s fault and if she ever got out of this predicament, she planned to tell her friend exactly that in no uncertain terms.
But damn it. A part of her thrummed with anticipation, so enthralled with the idea of a spanking from Rick, that she didn’t know what to think other than to focus on the pulse hammering between her legs.
What the hell? She was an educated woman. An academic.
And she’d trade every diploma, honor society membership and even her subscription to History Buffs magazine for the opportunity to be with Rick Pearson, just once. To submit to him and his masculine dominance.
“Good girl.” Rick’s voice brought her back from her horny thoughts. He cleaned off an area of the desk and then patted the top of it. “Here you go.”
“You want me to take notes?”
His laugh, lyrical and masculine all at once, sent a new rush of pulsations to her nether region. “No, geeky girl, you need to learn there are more ways to use a desk than just for studying. I want you to lean across the desk so I can swat your naughty ass.”
Monica’s mouth formed an “0” of surprise while the thumping pulse beat in her pussy clenched and coiled.
Rick stood so close she could feel his breath on her hair. He removed the strands of beads from around her neck. He did it one strand at a time and laid them in a pile on the desk chair. Whether by accident or not, he managed to stroke several sets of the baubles across the tips of her breasts, sending a rush of awareness and desire, and a fair bit of embarrassment, coursing through her.
“Looks like someone has been doing a lot of flashing,” he said. She could smell the spicy aroma of his cologne and see the soft shape of his lips.
Once the beads were all removed he patted the piece of furniture again indicating she should get into position and she complied. What choice did she have?
The cold metal of the desk was jarring against her nearly nude upper body. She felt Rick’s warm hands take her arms and gently extend them across the length of the desk so her fingers clasped the far side of the steel surface. “You might need to steady yourself,” he said. The stretch forced her up on her tip toes so her butt perched just on the edge of the desk. Rick slid his hand between her thighs, “You might want to widen your stance a bit,” he said “it will help you keep your balance.”
“You seem to know a lot about this,” she said, trying not to respond to the feel of his hand against the sensitive flesh of her leg.
“I’ve reddened a few asses in my time. And yours is going to be next.” His wide palm caressed the curve of her bottom as he spoke and on the word ‘next’ his hand came down in a resounding swat against her denim clad derriere.
Although she knew what Rick intended, the sensation of his hand landing on her rear end took her by surprise. While she registered the first swat, several more landed in succession on the same spot.
She could feel heat warming the flesh of her butt despite the protective layer of denim she wore. She started to squirm.
“Hold still.” His voice was firm, like the hand that came down again on her butt, this time moving to the other cheek where he inflicted a series of spanks up and down the curve of her ass, though Monica could swear he paused for a moment to caress the swell of her cheeks.
The caress ended too soon. Rick got serious about his task. Monica bit her lip and gripped the edge of the desk while a rapid series of swats took her ass from warm to stinging to burning.
Rick lectured while he disciplined. “I always thought you were a smart girl.” Whap, whap, whap across the tops of her thighs. Monica gasped. It hurt. More than she ever expected.
“You’re a good girl from a nice family.” His hand landed on the sweet spot in the middle of her ass three times, fast and hard.  
“I am a good girl.” Monica’s voice was muffled against the metal of the desk as well as by the tears streaming down her face.
“Get up.”
It’s finally over. That wasn’t so bad. Fortunately she knew better than to say as much to Rick.
She stood, feeling stiff from being prone across the desk as well as from the spanking she’d received.
“Now that we’ve both gotten warmed up, you can go stand in the corner while I get ready for the next round.”
“There’s more?” Incredulous. Her voice a shriek of dismay.

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