I'm now writing my next book "Drive In Gang Bang" (Taken by Force) and it will be coming soon! Here's a little preview:
I just let that hang in the air for a few seconds..."Okay, I'll agree to spank you, but I'm warning you... I spank hard," I said as I began to circle around her again, inspecting her. "And I'll spank you as long and as hard as I want to. In fact, I'm going to do whatever I want to do to you, and I'm definitely going to blister your ass by the time I'm done," I added as I gazed down once again at her nice round bottom. "I don't fool around when it comes to spanking, slut, so I'm going to give you one and only one chance to back out. Once I start, there's no turning back, so either leave now or prepare to get spanked for real," I continued, coming around her other side. "But understand one thing... If you decide to stay, you'd better be ready to do anything and everything I tell you to, no matter what it is, or you'll be punished severely." She really was a pretty thing... "So what's it going to be?" I asked, back in front of her again and close enough that I could feel the heat of her breath on my neck. "Hurry up and decide."
"I...I want to stay," she instantly replied, a mixture of fear and longing in her eyes.
Words couldn't begin to describe the rush of feelings I experienced at that moment, so I'm not going to even try to find any. Gazing down at this beautiful woman holding her skirt up and waiting for my next command, I felt as if a hot itch went right down the center of my cock and penetrated me. Silently, I reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, parting it to reveal a lacy white bra. Sliding my hands into the cups from the sides, I lifted her breasts out of them, bunching the material up below her tits, forcing them to press together and stick out lewdly.
"You have a very nice pair of tits. Do you know that?" I asked, pinching her nipples gently and watching them wrinkle up as they grew erect.
Closing her eyes and arching her back, she didn't immediately reply.
"It seems you haven't learned to answer me yet, huh?" I quietly observed as I squeezed harder.
"No! I'm sorry! I'll answer you! I'm sorry, I..." she offered as I rudely cut her off in mid-sentence.
"Bend over and touch your toes," I gruffly ordered, letting go of her nipples and taking a step backwards.
Blinking a few times, she bent forward gracefully, resting the skirt on her back and extending her long red fingernails to press against the tips of her white leather shoes.
Walking past her and over to my desk, I reached down and opened the lower right-hand drawer, removing an old hardwood fraternity paddle. Rubbing its smooth surface against my palm as I turned back toward her, I weighed the paddle in my hand, carefully gauging its size and shape. It was about 4" wide, 18" long and 3/8" thick with three Greek letters painted in black on one side and a short rawhide string passing through a hole in its handle. And I knew from experience that it would deliver a serious wallop...As I approached her, I admired the pretty picture she was making for me -- bent completely over with her legs held straight, feet together, and the lovely bulge of her pussy encased in a thin white strip that disappeared between her thighs. Pulling the paddle back and aiming it across both cheeks, I wasted no time and gave her a crisp, hard spank.
Yelping loudly, she maintained her position.
Allowing her no time to rest, I spanked her five more times, watching her cheeks flatten with each hard swat. I have to admit, her high-pitched squeals pleased me greatly, as did her struggles to retain her balance.