Free Desert Surrender by Melinda Barron

saying a word.
    “I don"t think he appreciates my humor.”

    Desert Surrender

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    He was back within minutes wearing the same clothes he"d worn all night. So much for hoping he"d get naked while he was in there. He had a paddle in his hand.
    Her eyes widened as he knelt between her legs and showed her the paddle.
    “Have you seen this at the doctor"s office?” She studied the paddle, about twelve inches in length, with the egg-shaped head measuring about four inches across.
    “Can"t say as I have. Do I need a prescription for that?”
    This time he did crack a smile, however faint. “I"ve already written the script.
    Consider this an experiment. I want to see what sort of reaction this implement arouses in you.”
    She nodded, afraid to trust anything that came out of her mouth right now. She"d been tied up before, but spanking was going to be a whole new experience, and she wasn"t exactly sure how she was going to take it, especially when he was spanking her pussy and not her ass.
    Clarissa glanced down to where he knelt, trying to get a good look at herself. Even though her breasts parted, she still couldn"t get a good look.
    “Lay your head on the pillow and keep it there. Doctor"s orders.”
    “Okay.” Was her voice shaking? She was pretty sure that it was.
    “Relax, Clarissa. I"m not going to beat you, I promise.”
    A nervous laugh escaped her lips. “I know; it"s just a little disconcerting. I don"t think I"ve ever felt like this before.”
    “Good.” She jumped slightly when he rubbed the leather against her pussy, which was soaking wet. The wetness would make the stings hurt more, she knew. She pulled against the rope binding her wrists to the headboard.
    “Relax, Clarissa. Or may I call you Rissa?”
    “Sure.” This time there was no mistaking the nerves in her voice. “Listen, can we talk about…oh.” He rubbed the leather against her thigh. It was smooth and cool, and she moaned softly.
    “Talk about what?” The leather moved to her other thigh, and she arched her hips off the bed. That felt delicious.
    “The spanking. I"m thinking that maybe, we could, um, just continue to do what you"re doing. That will satisfy the ace of spades, don"t you think, I mean…oh jeez.” The leather was back on her pussy. He rubbed it in circles, applying pressure in the area of her clit, which throbbed in response. Her clit wanted attention, but she wasn"t sure it wanted the attention it was about to receive.
    She closed her eyes, started to count to ten in an effort to calm her nerves. She"d made it to four when the first swat landed.
    It didn"t sting nearly as much as she thought it would, and was quickly followed by a second swat that almost felt silky against her skin. She glanced down, earning a tsk-tsk from Maddox.
    “You"re peeking.”

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    “And that"s not the leather you showed me.” He held it up, flashing her the black leather, then turned it around so she could see the other side, covered in what looked to be white suede. “You"re horrible. I was expecting something harsh.”
    “I know. Got you all worked up, didn"t it?”
    “You"re messing with my mind.” Another swat landed, this one a little harder than the last. She groaned softly, twisting her hips to try and increase the pressure on her clit, which was ready to shoot off again.
    “I have a confession to make. I lied when I said all I wanted was your body. I want to play with your mind too. You"ll never know what to expect from me, so don"t even try to figure it out.”
    The spanking grew more intense as Maddox switched between using the suede and the leather. The leather swats stung while the suede ones seemed to soothe the sting. He moved the paddle up and down her pussy, making her entire mons feel as if it were on fire.
    “Please, enough.” She tried to inch up the bed. He set the paddle on her stomach, grabbed her hips, and pulled her back down.
    “I guess we should be checking your ears instead of spanking