Free Spanked by Kathleen R. Boston

Spanked: Dominated Series (Book 1)
    (A BDSM Erotic Romance)
     
     
     
    by
    Kathleen R. Boston
     
     
     
     
    Copyright © 2013 Kathleen R. Boston.
     
    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
    All rights reserved.
    No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author.
     
     
     
    Content Warning: Explicit sexual content. Contains elements of domination, body worship, and public sex. Intended for mature readers only. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older, and all sexual activities are of a consensual nature.
     
     
    Other books by Kathleen R. Boston:
    - Tied Up: Dominated Series (Book 2)
     
     
     
     
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    I’d always wanted to be a virgin. Not for my entire life, no. Just until I got married.
    And for twenty-nine years, I was pretty successful in staying true to myself. It wasn’t because I was not getting any offers of dates from guys almost each and every time I stepped outside my condo.
    The offers were there alright, and they came almost everyday.
    Non-stop.
    From the balding, potbellied gardener working on my neighbor's garden to the tall, gangly UPS delivery guy who seemed to deliver packages every other day to Mr. Whittaker across the street.
    They all wanted to know when we could finally go out to dinner, or the movies. The gardener even told me during one of those times, to drop the charade. That he knew I wanted him.
    Ha!
    It got to where I would just smile, wave and hurriedly walk to my car without uttering a word.
    Just two weeks ago, a guy I’d never seen before crashed his car into a tree on the sidewalk right outside my house while sticking his neck out the window.
    This, while asking for my phone number!
    Crazy.
    But my goal was to save myself for Mr. Right and for that reason, I refused to give myself up to just any man.
    I’d always believed that one day, the right guy would come along. And he would be the one that would get all of me. I'd grown up believing that and I didn't see any reason to change now.
     
    But it hadn’t always been easy. I had a huge obstacle in trying to achieve my goal.
    Huge.
    And that obstacle was my girlfriends.
    Now I loved those girls to death and would do almost anything for them.
    But they were "bad girls".
    Not bad as in bad people, mind you, just that when we went out to have a good time and they threw a few drinks back, especially Tequila shots, they became super horny.
    At least that's what it seemed like to me.
    I mean what else would you say when all they did was throw their legs around the waist of every man at the club or bar after drinking Tequila?
    In fact, most times I went out with the girls, I would end up going back home alone, each of my girlfriends having found a man to take them back home.
    Being the sober girl of the group made it hard for me to stay true to my virginity goal.
     
    Then disaster happened.
    No. Not the lying-in-a-hospital-bed kind of disaster with all kinds of tubes and wires running in and out from every part of my body, God forbid.
    A different kind of disaster.
    But if it had been up to me, I'd rather have been lying in a hospital bed, sick, not able to move a muscle than to have what happened to me, actually happen.
    To me, what happened was worse. Way worse.
     
    It all started one rainy Saturday evening when I gave in to my girlfriend’s request to go out and celebrate an acquaintance's birthday.
    That day I'd been feeling particularly down because most of my clients, with the exception of old Mr. Larry, who I highly suspected only came over so that he could grope and feel up on my breasts, had canceled on me.
    And when clients canceled on me, that meant no money.
    As the