Live the Chick-Lit Dream

At some point I need to put together a list of our best contemporary romances - an anthology if you will - and publish it either on this blog or on another page somewhere. Why? Because we have so many darn good, sexy yarns. Just today, I was having to tear myself away from this sexy cotemporary romance ebook from Paige Tyler, titled, Taking Her Friend's Advice:

Kaelyn Radcliff sat back and gave the handsome man beside her a sidelong glance as they drove back to her apartment. Her friend, Madison, had introduced her to Holt McCall when she had moved back to Seattle several months ago and she was so glad that the other girl had. Though Kaelyn had always had her reservations about blind dates and set-ups, this time had been completely different. She had gotten along with the sexy software engineer from the moment she’d met him. Not only was he absolutely gorgeous, (thus dispelling the myth that all software geeks were “geeks”) but the conversation had flowed as if they had known each other for years. She didn’t want to sabotage things by putting a label on it too soon, but she thought their relationship might have the potential to really go someplace, and she couldn’t be happier. She was going to owe Madison really big if this worked out.

That evening, Holt had taken her out for a dinner at one of the nicest restaurants in the city, which had been wonderful. What had made it even better though, was that the place had a dance floor, which they had made great use of. Holt was a fantastic dancer, and the way he moved his body against hers as they’d danced had gotten her really hot and bothered. But that was no surprise, she thought, since Holt had been getting her excited almost from their very first date. In fact, she couldn’t wait for him to get her home so he could move that athletic body against hers a little bit more. Albeit, with much less clothing on.

Apparently, Holt couldn’t wait to touch her either, because the moment they got inside her apartment, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Kaelyn melted against him with a sigh, her lips parting beneath his as he slid his hand into her long auburn hair to cup the back of her head.

When he lifted his head, his blue eyes were hungry with desire as he gazed down into her amber ones. Then, with a grin, Holt took her hand and led her through the combination living room and kitchen toward the bedroom.

The bedroom was bathed in the glow of light coming from the streetlamp outside the window. The shadows accentuated Holt’s chiseled features, making him look even more handsome, and Kaelyn caught her breath. She didn’t think she’d ever seen a more gorgeous man.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all evening, you know that?” he said softly, reaching out to run his hand over her bare shoulder and down her arm to interlace his fingers with hers.

A delicious shiver of anticipation coursed through Kaelyn as he took a step closer. “Really? What did I do?” she said innocently.

Holt bent his head to trail gentle kisses along the curve of her jaw. “Hmmm,” he mused. “First, you greet me at the door wearing nothing but a short robe, and then torture me by insisting that I wait in the living room while you finish getting dressed. Then you leave your door open a crack while you’re changing, just so I can catch occasional glimpses of your scantily clad body.”

Kaelyn smiled, a soft little laugh escaping her as she remembered the impulse she’d had earlier in the evening to answer the door wearing only her lingerie. And of course, she had purposely left the door ajar, knowing he would try to watch.

“Then, on top of that,” he admonished. “You wear this sexy little dress that shows off your incredible body. And I couldn’t help but notice that you went to great lengths to make sure that I got to feel that body rubbing up against me while we danced. All I could do the entire time we were out was think about getting this dress off you.”

Feeling suddenly shy, Kaelyn had to giggle at that. She had been putting extra effort into getting him excited, and she was glad that he had noticed.

While they stood, his free hand went around her back to the zipper there. Holt undressed her slowly, unzipping her dress and sliding the straps off her shoulders before urging it over her hips and letting it fall to the floor at her feet. Kaelyn almost smiled when his eyes went wide at what she was wearing underneath. In silence, he took in her sexy lace push-up bra and skimpy panties before his gaze slid down to the thigh-high stockings and stilettos she had on.

Holt grinned. “Now I can see why you told me to wait in the living room while you got dressed,” he said. “If I’d seen you wearing this, I guarantee we would have been ordering take-out tonight.”

Kaelyn felt herself blush. She had never worn anything so overtly sexy before, but one look at the lingerie in the store and she hadn’t been able to resist. Seeing the unmasked desire in Holt’s blue eyes as she stood before him now, she was glad that she’d given into the urge and purchased the skimpy underthings. Even if they did end up on the floor along with her dress, she thought, having to stifle the impulse she had to giggle as her boyfriend reached around to undo the clasp of her bra. Her tiny panties quickly followed, leaving her clad only in her high-heels and the thigh-high stockings, which Holt slid down her legs with agonizing slowness.

Naked now, Kaelyn lay back on the bed and watched in eager anticipation as Holt took off his tie and began to unbutton his shirt. They had started sleeping together after a few dates, so even though she’d seen him naked before, his well-defined chest and washboard stomach still made her catch her breath, and she felt her pulse kick into high gear when he pushed down his dress pants and briefs to reveal the hard length of his cock.

Joining her in bed, he took her in his arms and kissed her, his mouth moving over hers hungrily. Still kissing her, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. He ran his hand down to her slim waist, and then over the curve of her hip to cup her bottom before giving it a gentle squeeze.

Kaelyn felt herself tense a little at the movement. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Holt to touch her there; it was just that her boyfriend seemed to have a fascination with that part of her body more so than any other man she’d ever gone out with. At first, she’d thought it was because he might want to have anal sex with her, and though that really wasn’t her thing, she was willing to give it a try if he asked her to. But then recently he’d said some things to make her think that his interest might not have anything to do with anal sex at all, but with spanking! And that most definitely was not her thing. The only problem was, she didn’t know how to tell him that.

Kaelyn held her breath, half expecting him to give her a spank on the bottom right then, like he had done several other times before, but to her relief, Holt simply slid his hand up her back to pull her closer. It bothered her a little that there remained this one particular subject that neither of them seemed able to bring up. But for now, she was only too happy to forget all about spanking, and whether or not her boyfriend was into it, and kiss him back. Maybe it was something she should bring up later, but definitely not now, while they were in the middle of making out.

Feeling his hardness pressed against her pussy, she began to slowly rotate her hips so that the head of his cock was rubbing against her clit with each little circle she made, and she sighed with pleasure.

But Holt only let her tease them both for only a little while, however, before he took matters into his own hands, and Kaelyn felt her pulse skip a beat as her boyfriend guided his hardness into perfect alignment with her pussy. He grabbed hold of her hips and sank himself in deep with one thrust. They both groaned at the intense pleasure that flowed through them. Kaelyn began to immediately ride up and down on him wildly, knowing her orgasm was already close. But Holt quickly took charge of her gyrating hips and slowed her down to a more leisurely pace, a playful grin on his face. She leaned forward to kiss him while he held onto her hips and thrust into her slowly. She loved that he liked taking his time when they had sex; she’d never been with a man who was so patient and concerned about her pleasure. But she knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. Soon he would be thrusting into her much more forcefully, and she allowed herself to take her time and wait for him to be the first one to lose control.

But just when she thought he was about to start, he rolled over on the bed, taking her with him. That was okay with her; she certainly loved the basic missionary position just as much. But Holt surprised her by rolling her onto her stomach and guiding her onto her hands and knees. Extremely traditional when it came to making love, she hadn’t ever had sex doggie-style before going out with Holt, but next to girl-on-top, it was quickly becoming her favorite position, and she let out moan as he slowly ran the head of his hard cock up and down her pussy lips. Suddenly impatient to have him inside her, she pushed her bottom back toward him.

To her relief, Holt was more than happy to oblige. With a throaty chuckle, he slid his hard length into her pussy, only to let out a groan when her tight wetness surrounded him. Gripping her hips, he began to slowly thrust in and out. She didn’t know why, but there was something so naughty about this position, something so primal.

Kaelyn let herself get lost in the pleasurable sensations that coursed through her, oblivious to everything else around her until she felt a light smack on her right cheek, which was immediately followed by another slap on her left. Oh, God! He was going to spank her, she thought in horror.

Unable to help herself, Kaelyn tensed, any thought of her approaching orgasm completely gone now. She held her breath, sure that Holt must have felt the change in her and waited for him to say something, anything. But instead, he simply went on as if nothing had happened, his hand going back to her hip as he continued his gentle thrusting.

It took a few minutes, but gradually, Kaelyn felt herself relax, felt herself building back to orgasm from what Holt was doing to her. He had this way of knowing exactly where she needed his cock to go inside of her to give her the most stimulation. And then, just as she began to thrust her hips back to meet his, he slid his hand around and began finger her clit. Just like that, she went off like a firecracker, the orgasm rushing through her and making her scream out in pleasure. Her orgasm went on and on, and she could hardly believe it when she heard herself begging him to thrust harder. Only when she was at the height of her pleasure did Holt let himself go, and she cried out even louder when she felt his pleasure pour into her.

As she lay in his arms in the afterglow of their lovemaking, however, Kaelyn found her mind going back to the light spanks Holt had given her backside, and she realized that her suspicions had been correct. He was definitely into spanking. And Holt would have to be completely blind not to have noticed the negative effect it had had on her.

This had gone unspoken long enough, Kaelyn decided. She had read enough Cosmo magazine articles to know that she was going to have to be the one to start the conversation with him about it. She had no idea how, but she would. Later, though, not after they’d just made love. Perhaps over breakfast tomorrow, she thought. Her mind settled on the subject, she snuggled herself up against him and let herself fall asleep.

But Kaelyn didn’t talk to Holt about it the next day. They took a shower together right after getting up, which invariably led to another round of steamy lovemaking, which in turn led to another shower. By then, they barely had enough time to put on some clothes before they had to leave for the cook-out that Madison and her husband, Trent, were having that afternoon in honor of the unseasonably warm weather. She supposed that she could have brought up the subject of spanking in the car on the way over, but she just couldn’t seem to find a way to slip it into the conversation. As for Holt, he acted as if he hadn’t noticed anything unusual during their lovemaking the night before, so Kaelyn just decided to let the matter drop for the time being. Maybe they would talk tonight after the cookout.

Madison and Trent lived just outside of Seattle in the town of Kirkland in a really pleasant subdivision. Kaelyn had been to see the couple dozens of times since moving back into town and felt almost as comfortable there as she did in her own apartment.

Holt rang the doorbell and then wrapped his arms around Kaelyn while they waited. It was Madison who opened the door. Greeting them both with a hug, the pretty dark-haired girl announced that they were the first to show as she led them into the house.

“Trent’s out back warming up the grill, Holt, if you want to go say hello,” Madison said, gesturing toward the French doors in the spacious living room.

Holt grinned. “I take it that’s my cue to give you girls some privacy,” he said.

“Was I that obvious?” Madison asked Kaelyn, her blue eyes twinkling as they followed Holt’s tall form as he made his way across the room and outside.

Knowing the other woman all too well, Kaelyn only laughed. She and Madison had become good friends while attending the University of Washington years ago, and though Kaelyn had taken a job that required her to move to Denver after graduation, she and Madison had always kept in touch, so it was easy to pick up their friendship where they’d left off.

“So,” Madison said, pouring iced tea into a tall glass and handing it to Kaelyn. “How are things going with Holt?”

Kaelyn smiled as she tossed her long hair back over her shoulder. “Wonderful,” she admitted. “Though you never told me he was so secretive.”

Her friend’s hand stilled for a moment on the tomato she was slicing as she looked at Kaelyn. “What do you mean?”

Kaelyn took a sip of iced tea. “He has tickets to this Halloween party we’re going to, but he won’t tell me anything about it,” she explained. “He’s even picked out my costume, though he won’t let me see it yet.”

Madison smiled as she turned her attention back to the tomato. “Sounds mysterious.”

Kaelyn made a face. “Well it’s driving me crazy,” she muttered, her gaze straying to the back deck. She wouldn’t say it aloud of course, but she hated not being in control of things, even something as simple as a costume party. She didn’t know why, but she’d always been that way.

Through the French doors, Kaelyn could see Holt grin at something Trent said, and her pulse fluttered at the sight of him. “I think I’m falling for him, Madison,” she said softly.

Madison’s head jerked up in surprise, her blue eyes wide. “Kaelyn, that’s wonderful!” she exclaimed.

Though Kaelyn was secretly overjoyed at the idea that she could be falling in love with Holt, thinking about the little issue of Holt’s apparent desire to spank her made her frown. Which in turn made Madison’s own brow furrow in concern.

“It is wonderful isn’t it?” the other girl asked.

Kaelyn tried to smile. “Of course,” she said quickly. “Holt’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It’s just that...”

“Just what, Kaelyn?” her friend prompted when her voice had trailed off. “Come on, you can tell me.”

She sighed. “I’m starting to think that Holt may be a little...strange,” she admitted.

Madison looked at her in confusion. “Strange in what way?”

Kaelyn hesitated. She should never have brought this up, she thought to herself, even if she could use her friend’s advice. And Madison being the way she was, Kaelyn knew that the dark-haired girl was not going to simply let the matter drop. “Holt seems to be fascinated with my bottom,” she finally said, the words coming out in a rush.

Her friend was silent a moment. “Trent’s fascinated with my bottom, too, so what’s the problem?”

Kaelyn dropped her gaze to stare down into her iced tea. “I think he wants to...spank me,” she said, the last part coming out as a whisper.

She kept her head down as she spoke, not wanting to see the look of revulsion she was sure was going to be on Madison’s face, but she was surprised to hear the other girl laugh.

“Oh, is that all?” Madison asked lightly.

Kaelyn looked at her pretty dark-haired friend in astonishment. “What do you mean, is that all?” she demanded. “Don’t you think that’s weird?”

Madison gave her a shrug. “I think weird is a rather strong word to be using. It might not be for everyone, I suppose, but with the right man, spanking can be a lot of fun.”

Kaelyn snorted. “How would you know?”

Madison gave her a naughty smile as she placed the sliced tomatoes neatly on the paper plate she’d set out. “Trent’s been known to put me over his knee on occasion,” she admitted.

Kaelyn stared at her friend in disbelief. “You’re not serious?” She couldn’t be, Kaelyn thought. Madison was just saying that to make fun of her.

But Madison’s smiled only broadened. “In fact, he gave me a spanking a few minutes before you and Holt got here. I sort of forgot to buy beer at the store, which made him have to go out and get it this morning. I purposely forgot, of course, but he warmed my bottom quite nicely, all the same.”

Kaelyn studied the other girl’s face, trying to determine if she were kidding or not, when her friend abruptly turned her back to Kaelyn and pulled up her short skirt to reveal two very red asscheeks divided by a miniscule pair of thong panties. The fact that Madison was showing her bottom wasn’t that surprising - they had been roommates in college, after all – but Kaelyn’s eyes went wide as she stared. Madison’s bottom was as red as the tomato she’d been slicing! Kaelyn could even see the outline of handprints overlaying several parts of her bottom.

“Trent spanked you because you forgot to buy beer? And you let him do it?” Kaelyn asked when her friend had turned back around. Try as she might, she couldn’t imagine her pretty friend willingly draping herself over her husband’s lap so that he could spank her.

Madison laughed. “Let him? Like I told you, I forgot the beer on purpose, knowing that a spanking is exactly what I would get. I would have gotten more, too, but you guys got here so early.”

Kaelyn said nothing for a moment. Wow, she thought that there wasn’t anything she didn’t know about Madison. Apparently, she was wrong. But it was quite obvious that this spanking wasn’t a one-time thing with Madison. “And you actually liked it?” she finally asked.

Smiling, her friend only nodded.

Kaelyn shook her head. “I never knew you were so...”

Madison’s blue eyes danced. “What?” she asked. “Kinky?”

Kaelyn flushed. “I was going to say adventurous,” she lied.

Madison laughed. “No you weren’t,” she said, and then shrugged. “But so what if it’s a little kinky? Other people have fun their way; I have fun my way. And spanking is certainly fun.”

Kaelyn didn’t see how having your ass spanked until it was red could be fun, and told her friend as much.

The dark-haired girl lifted a brow. “You’ve tried it before?”

“No, of course not,” Kaelyn told her, horrified at the idea. “But Holt smacked my ass while we were doing it doggie-style the other night and I didn’t like it.”

Madison frowned. “Did you tell that to Holt?”

Kaelyn shook her head. “I think he must have figured it out, though, because he stopped right away.” She sighed. “I’m just hoping that he doesn’t bring it up again. I really am starting to fall for him and I don’t want something as trivial as whether or not I like to be spanked to come between us.”

Her friend regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. “If he does bring it up, though, maybe you should think about giving spanking a try before you decide that you’re not into it. Who knows? You might discover that it’s a real turn-on.”

Kaelyn really doubted that, but what her friend said was really starting to worry her. What if Holt expected her to react to a spanking in the way that Madison obviously did? She didn’t want to blow things with him, but she wasn’t sure if she could really try something like that just to satisfy his sexual kink. But maybe Madison was right. Maybe she should at least try it with him before she told him that she hated it. With that thought in mind, Kaelyn opened her mouth to ask Madison how exactly she should bring the subject up to Holt when the doorbell rang, interrupting them.

“That must be Heather and Derek,” Madison said.

As her friend went to answer the door, Kaelyn decided she would talk to Madison about it later. But an interesting thing occurred as the day wore on. Every time she saw Madison and Trent together, her mind was flooded with images of Trent spanking her old college roommate. No matter how hard she tried, Kaelyn couldn’t seem to get the picture of the other girl’s bright red ass out of her mind, and for the rest of the day she couldn’t sit on piece of furniture without wondering if Madison had been spanked there.

“So, how are things with Kaelyn?” Trent asked Holt as he leaned over to grab a beer from the cooler.

Holt’s mouth quirked as he took the bottle his friend offered. He had met Trent and Madison at a spanking workshop that his previous girlfriend, Melanie, had dragged him to several months ago. He and Melanie had gone their separate ways soon after that, however, so Madison had told him that she wanted to set him up with her friend. He’d been reluctant to agree, but when Madison had assured him that there would be no hard feelings if he didn’t hit it off with Kaelyn, he’d thought, what the hell?

But he had been attracted to the tall, slender magazine editor from the moment they’d met. With her long auburn hair, amber-colored eyes, and a sprinkling of freckles across her pert little nose, Kaelyn was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. More than that, though, she was smart and funny and interesting to talk to, qualities that he had found to be sorely lacking in a lot of other women he’d dated. He wanted to think that Kaelyn was perfect for him, but recently he’d begun to think that they might not be as sexually compatible as they should be.

“Not bad,” he finally said in answer to the other man’s question. “Though sometimes, I wish she weren’t so uptight in bed.”

Trent lifted a brow in surprise. “We’re not talking like frigid, are we?”

Holt shook his head. “No, nothing like that. It’s just that I don’t think she’s as turned on by the idea of being spanked as much as I am by the thought of spanking her.”

Trent considered that for a moment. “Have you talked to her about it?”

Holt shook his head. “I’ve hinted at it, but I can’t seem to figure out how to bring it up,” he admitted. “Any thoughts?”

Trent gave him a wry smile. “Madison’s the one you should really be asking for advice. Like you, she couldn’t figure out how to bring it up either. She just hoped that if she dropped enough hints, I’d catch on sooner or later.”

Holt lifted the bottle to his mouth and took a swallow. “And did it work?”

The corner of Trent’s mouth edged up. “Let’s just say that it would have been a hell of a lot easier if she’d just told me that she wanted me to spank her.”

Holt chuckled at that, but sobered quickly again when he thought of his own dilemma. “Yeah, well I have to figure out something before we go to that Halloween party or Kaelyn’s going to be in for a big surprise.”


Then again, he thought, if he didn’t talk to Kaelyn about his interest in spanking, they wouldn’t be going to the party at all. Because it wasn’t just any old Halloween party; it was a spanking party. Holt had bought the tickets months ago, assuming that Kaelyn would be as into spanking as he was, but now he wasn’t so sure it had been a good idea. The party had sounded like fun, though, and with the anonymity the costumes offered, he thought he would be able to talk Kaelyn into it if it turned out that she was shy about getting spanked in public. He just never thought that he’d have to talk her into letting him spank her at all.

But after last night’s episode in bed, Holt was starting to think that maybe he should just drop the whole thing. Kaelyn had tensed up completely at the lightest spank on her bottom. We’re talking from sixty to zero in no seconds flat, he thought. After that, it was amazing that the night had ended as well as it had.

He really liked Kaelyn a lot and he wasn’t willing to risk their relationship by pushing her on the spanking issue. The only problem he had now was the Halloween party. She knew all about the tickets. What was she going to say when Halloween came and they were at home watching a DVD? Maybe he could find another costume party on short notice, he thought, one that didn’t involve spanking. And one where her skimpy costume wouldn’t look out of place.


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Spicing Up Her Marriage
By Paige Tyler

Madison Holloway regarded her pretty blond-haired friend over the rim of her coffee mug. Both of their husbands worked at the same architectural consulting firm, and with all of the parties and social functions the company held it was natural that she and Heather Lowelle had become friends. They also lived on the same block as each other, which meant that they were able to spend a lot of time together. Their friendship had deepened over time to the point that Madison now felt that she could talk to Heather about anything.

They had just come back from their weekly Pilates class at the gym, and as they usually did, they were relaxing over coffee.

“Heather, can I ask you something?”

From where she sat curled up on the other end of the couch, the other girl nodded. “Sure,” she said, taking a sip of coffee. “What is it?”

Madison hesitated for a moment, chewing on her lower lip as she tried to come up with the most diplomatic way to word the question. Deciding that being straightforward would probably be the best, she tucked a strand of brunette hair behind her ear, took a deep breath and met her friend’s gaze levelly for almost a whole five seconds before lowering her own to look down at her coffee.

“How many times a week do you and Derek...have sex?” she finally said.

If Heather thought the question were too personal, she gave no indication of it. Not that she would, Madison supposed. After all, it wasn’t like this was the first time that the two of them had ever talked about sex. But they had always kept their conversations general and rather superficial. Asking a detailed question like this seemed to be somehow a little more private. But Madison needed some advice.

Her friend only shrugged, though. “Three or four,” she said, and then smiled as she added, “Sometimes more, if he comes home for a quickie at lunch.”

Madison blinked, but said nothing. A quickie at lunch? Her husband, Trent, hadn’t come home to have a quickie at lunch since they were newlyweds, and that had been four years ago. Heather and her husband had been married almost twice that. Trent and Derek worked in the same office. If Derek came home, she didn’t know why Trent couldn’t. Madison frowned. Just one more thing to think about.

“Why?” Heather asked, taking another sip of coffee. “How many times do you guys have sex?”

Now it was Madison who shrugged. “Once or twice, usually on the weekend,” she admitted. “Unless we’re too busy to get around to it.” She thought a moment, and then added, “But I’m a little worried about the quality of it more than the quantity. Even when we do find the time to make love, it’s not as exciting as it used to be. I mean, I love Trent with all my heart, but it’s like our marriage is missing something in the sex department.”

God, she couldn’t believe she was even talking about this, even if it were with her best friend. But if she didn’t discuss it with someone, Madison thought she was going to go crazy. When she and Trent were first married, they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other. Now, their lovemaking consisted of a few kisses, some quick foreplay, and sex in the missionary position before bedtime. It wasn’t that Trent wasn’t interested in her anymore; it was just that their sex life had gotten into a rut, and she wanted to do something about it before it got any duller.

“After a few years, that’s kind of natural,” Heather was saying, her voice soft and understanding.

Madison gave her a rueful smile. “Apparently not for you and Derek.”

Heather laughed. “Derek and I went through the same thing, believe me,” she said. “We just had to learn how to spice things up.”

Madison’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

Heather shrugged. “We just decided together that we had to try different things and pay a little bit more attention to both of our needs. We started with sex toys first, you know, dildos and vibrators, and then experimented with some light bondage and role-playing.” She gave Madison a naughty smile. “But what really did it for us was spanking.”

As the other girl spoke, Madison had been trying to imagine her and Trent being adventurous enough to try something like bondage, but at the mention of spanking, her blue eyes went wide.

“Spanking?” she said in disbelief. “You can’t be serious!”

But Heather only grinned.

Madison frowned. “Derek...spanks you?”

“Only when I’ve been bad,” the other girl admitted, still smiling. “And I make sure that I’m bad a lot.”

Madison didn’t know what to say to that, but thankfully she didn’t have to because at that moment, the telephone rang. Setting her mug down on the coffee table, Heather went into the kitchen to answer it. The house had an open floor plan, much like Madison and Trent’s home did, and as Madison watched her friend pick up the cordless phone and hold it to her ear, she tried to picture the pretty blond being put over her husband’s knee for a spanking, but all she could seem to think about was what she would look like in that same position.

The image of herself draped over her handsome husband’s knee was so vivid that it made Madison blush, and she hastily took a sip of coffee as Heather came back into the living room.

“You know,” Heather said, picking up her coffee mug and sitting down on the couch again. “You and Trent might want to think about giving spanking a try before you totally rule it out.” She smiled. “It can be really fun, not to mention a complete turn-on.”

Madison shook her head. “I don’t see how getting spanked can be a turn-on,” she said, and then, suddenly afraid that she’d just insulted her friend, she quickly added, “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be into it.”

Heather laughed, assuring Madison that she hadn’t been offended. “Hey, I never would have thought that I’d enjoy being spanked, either, until I tried it a few times, but whatever. Different strokes, right?” was all she said.

Much to Madison’s relief, Heather changed the subject, and they were talking about what a killer workout they’d gotten that morning at their Pilates class when the sound of the garage door opening made her friend’s brown eyes go wide.

“That’s Derek!” she exclaimed. “I forgot he was coming home for lunch.”

Remembering their earlier conversation about the other couple’s penchant for lunchtime quickies, Madison couldn’t help but be a little envious as she heard the car door close. She was just getting ready to ask if she should leave, but apparently Heather had other ideas.

In a flash, Heather was off the couch. Grabbing Madison’s hand, she pulled her to her feet. “Quick, in here!” she said, leading her across the space to the bonus room they had off their living room and half-pushing her inside. “I was supposed to be cleaning up in there so that we can start painting and I don’t want him to know that I spent the entire morning talking with you instead.”

Madison’s brow furrowed in confusion, but before she could say anything, Heather pulled the door halfway closed and hurried back into the living room. Looking around, Madison’s brow lifted as she took in her surroundings. The room looked like a carbon copy of one that she and Trent had in their house, only with more junk. Heather had mentioned something about them wanting to turn it into a game room, but that had been weeks ago. Wondering how long she was going to be confined there, Madison glanced out the half-open door just in time to see Heather throw her arms around her husband’s neck and kiss him passionately on the mouth.

Both tall, blond, and athletically built, Heather and Derek made an attractive couple, and as Madison watched them kissing, she found herself wondering how she could get her own husband to come home for lunch sometime. But then her attention was drawn back to the couple in the living room as she heard Derek’s deep voice.

“So,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind his wife’s ear. “Did you clean up like I asked you to?”

Heather hesitated, chewing on her lower lip. “Uhm...not really.”

Derek folded his arms over his chest and when he spoke his voice had taken on a firm tone. “Why not, Heather?”

Madison hoped that she hadn’t gotten her friend into any trouble. She definitely didn’t want to hide out back here and hear them have an argument. And what if he came in the cluttered room? It was what they were talking about, after all. She would be completely mortified to be found eavesdropping.

Madison saw her friend look away, as if not wanting to meet her husband’s gaze. “Madison came over after our workout and we got to talking, and before I knew it, it was already noon,” Heather said softly.

Derek lifted a brow as he regarded his wife. “Heather, you got back from your workout three hours ago,” he said. “Are you trying to tell me that you’ve done nothing but talk that whole time? You promised me that you’d get that room done today.”

Heather put her hands on her hips and lifted her chin. “It’s not like I could throw her out,” she told him indignantly. “Besides, she always comes over after our workout.”

“So, you’re blaming Madison?”

Heather quickly shook her head. “No, of course not,” she said, looking up at him. “It’s just that...”

“You were trying to make excuses for not doing as you were told,” Derek interrupted.

Heather opened her mouth as if to reply, but then lowered her gaze to stare down at the floor, and Madison’s brow furrowed at her friend’s odd behavior. Heather had always been spunky and Madison had never seen her step back from a confrontation. But Heather definitely didn’t look defiant now. In fact, she looked totally meek.

“Go get the hairbrush, Heather,” Derek said.

The words were so soft that Madison almost hadn’t heard them, but Heather jerked her head up, her eyes wide.

“B-but...” she stammered.

“Now, Heather,” her husband ordered, and this time, his tone brooked no argument.

It wasn’t like he was mad at her, Madison thought, just very firm. Though she couldn’t imagine what he wanted the hairbrush for.

Heather didn’t hesitate, but turned and made her way across the living room toward the stairs. To do so, she had to pass the room in which Madison was hiding, and as she did, Madison could see the other girl’s lips curve into a smile as her friend hurried up the stairs.

Abruptly, the conversation she and Heather had had earlier about spanking came rushing back to her and Madison blinked. Surely, Heather’s husband wasn’t going to spank her, she thought. But as Heather came back downstairs with a highly-polished wooden hairbrush in her hand, Madison realized that Derek was going to do just that!

For some reason, Madison felt as if she should look away. It just didn’t seem right to see her best friend get punished. But her curious side made her stay right where she was. She couldn’t help but remember what Heather had said about spanking being a total turn-on.

Easing closer to the door for a better view, Madison stood transfixed as she watched the scene unfold before her.

While Heather had gone upstairs, Derek had moved to sit on the couch, and now she went to stand before her husband.

“Before we begin, Heather, I want you to tell me why you’re getting this spanking,” he said.

Her fingers nervously playing with the hairbrush, Heather kept her eyes down as she answered. “Because I didn’t clean up the back room like you told me to,” she said in a small voice.

Without a word, Derek took the hairbrush from his wife’s hand, and then gently taking her arm, he guided her over his knee. As he did so, he placed the hairbrush on the coffee table in front of them, careful to keep it where Heather could see it.

From her hiding place, Madison had a perfect view of the proceedings, and she watched in fascination as Derek began to slowly caress his wife’s upturned bottom. Heather let out a little sigh as his hand moved over her short skirt, only to let out a little yelp when he raised his hand and gave her a sharp smack on her behind.

“Owwww!” Heather cried, craning her neck to look at him over her shoulder. “At least give me a warm-up first.”

But Derek just chuckled as he smacked her again. “This is your warm-up, love. I only have a short lunch break, so I can’t give you the full spanking that you so obviously deserve,” he told her. “But don’t worry. When I start spanking you for real, I promise you’ll know it.”

Heather stuck her tongue out at him. “Meanie,” she accused.

Derek’s response was to give her a series of well-aimed smacks that were even harder than the first, and Heather squirmed against him.

“Owwww!...Owwww!...Owwwww!...Owwww!”

Madison stood spellbound. The spanks looked so painful that she wanted to run in and stop Derek from hurting her friend, but all she could seem to do was stand there and keep watching.

“Hush!” Derek admonished when Heather’s voice had risen. “If you’re this loud now, what are you going to do when I take the hairbrush to your bottom?”

Heather didn’t answer for a moment, but then looked at him over her shoulder again. “I’ll be good,” she told him quietly. “I promise.”

At her words, Derek nodded and slowly pushed up her skirt to reveal a pair of polka-dotted bikini panties. Madison gasped as she saw how pink her friend’s skin was along the edges of her skimpy underwear.

Madison held her breath, waiting for Derek to pick up the hairbrush, but instead he caressed his wife’s panty-clad bottom with his hand for a moment before bringing it down on her behind several times in quick, rapid succession. He alternated from side to side, peppering Heather’s wiggling asscheeks with what looked like pretty hard spanks, and as the other girl’s skin deepened in color, Madison felt a heat beginning to spread in that very sensitive area between her own legs. She couldn’t possibly be getting turned on by watching her friend getting spanked, could she? Maybe it was just from watching such an intimate moment take place between two people that she knew. Maybe.

But before she could explore her response further, her attention was drawn back to the couple in the living room as Derek slowly pulled Heather’s panties all the way down to her thighs.

Madison’s blue eyes went wide at the sight of her friend’s bare bottom. The skin was a deep rosy red from top to bottom, and when Derek reached down to caress her cheeks, Heather’s sigh of pleasure could be heard all the way across the room. Regardless of the red hue of her cheeks, her friend was obviously enjoying herself.

Madison leaned against the doorjamb, her fingers curling around it as she watched Derek slide his hand between Heather’s legs to finger her pussy, and as she listened to her friend’s moans, it was all she could do not to reach down and touch herself. It was impossible not to be aware of how turned on Heather was, and from where she stood, Madison could hear Derek’s fingers making sexy sounds as he slowly moved them in and out of his wife’s pussy.

Then abruptly, Derek stopped what he was doing to begin spanking Heather again, this time on her bare bottom, and Madison was mesmerized as his hand slapped her friend’s ass over and over. Though Heather squirmed and kicked her legs the entire time her husband spanked her, Madison had the feeling that the other girl really didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.

And neither did Madison. Watching her friend get spanked was the hottest thing she’d ever seen! If she were wearing a skirt instead of jeans, she almost certainly would have had her hands beneath it by now. As it was, she toyed with the idea of undoing enough buttons on her jeans to slide her hand into her panties. The only thing that stopped her was worrying how it would look if she got caught in that position.

Derek had stopped again, however, but just long enough to reach for the hairbrush, which he slowly used to glide along his wife’s red-hot bottom. Madison could almost imagine what the smooth, highly-polished surface must feel like as it caressed Heather’s skin. Madison could see the expression on her friend’s face as the girl looked back over her shoulder. The only word that Madison could think of to describe it was anticipation. Heather really wanted this spanking, and Madison realized that she was extremely interested to watching her get it.

Suddenly, there was a loud Smack! as Derek lifted his arm and brought the implement down hard on Heather’s upturned ass.

“Owwww!” she yelped, but she’d barely gotten the word out before Derek smacked her bottom again, harder this time.

The sound of the hairbrush echoed loudly in the huge living room, and Madison watched wide-eyed as her friend’s wiggling bottom went from rosy pink to deep red under the hairbrush. A few times, the brush connected with the tender area between the other girl’s bottom and the tops of her thighs, and though Heather kicked her legs and protested loudly, Madison couldn’t help but notice that her friend also lifted her bottom higher in the air, almost as if she welcomed the spanks.

Then it was over and Derek was caressing his wife’s glowing bottom and murmuring soft words that Madison couldn’t hear. Heather lay draped over his knee while he soothed her tender flesh, moaning with pleasure when he slipped his hand between her legs to play with her pussy again. Now the hand resting on her back served another purpose. No longer did it hold her in place for her punishment, but instead, it kept her from falling off as Heather wildly gyrated on his teasing fingers.

Madison swallowed hard. She was by no means a prude, but spying on her friends while they had sex made her blush just the same. And yet, she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off them.

Draped over her husband’s knee, Heather spread her legs wider, and Madison saw Derek slide his finger deep into the other girl’s pussy.

“You’re so wet,” he said hoarsely.

Heather’s only response was a low, throaty moan as her husband began to move his finger inside her. He thrust in and out of her wetness a few times, pleasuring her, before he slid out to pull his wife to her feet.

Heather’s face was flushed, her eyes sultry as she gazed down at her husband, and Madison supposed that her friend had forgotten that she was even there.

“Now look what you’ve done. You’ve made me hard with all that wiggling, you bad girl,” Derek was saying, his voice husky. “What are you going to do about it?”

Giving him a sexy smile, Heather dropped down to her knees in front of him. Running her hands up his thighs, she reached for his belt, hastily undoing the buckle before going for the zipper of his khaki pants. Jerking it down, she reached inside to pull out his hard, throbbing cock. It was so erect that it looked almost painful, and Heather teased him by running her hand gently up and down its length. Then, with a sultry look, she lowered her head.

For just a second, Madison could have sworn that Heather glanced her way as she leaned over and took her husband’s cock in her mouth. Madison thought she should probably softly close the door and give the couple some privacy. Watching a spanking was one thing, but spying on them while they had sex was completely different. And yet, she remained where she was. It wasn’t as if Heather didn’t know she was watching them. That little look the other girl had given her was to make sure that Madison was watching. Apparently, Heather had an exhibitionist streak in her as well. And besides, this was the hottest Madison had been in months. There was absolutely no way she could turn away now.

Heather continued to bob up and down on her husband’s cock while he buried his hands in her hair and thrust up into her mouth. He was groaning so much that Madison thought he might come already, but after just a few short minutes, Heather backed off and stood up. With a wicked smile, she slowly bent over to push her panties the rest of the way down her legs. Stepping out of them, she climbed onto the couch to straddle her husband.

Madison stared at the couple in amazement, unable to believe how hot the whole thing was. She wondered if she would be bold enough to do the same thing with Trent if Heather had been the one hiding in their back room.

Lifting up slightly, Heather guided her husband’s hard length into position, and then slid him inside her pussy. Derek groaned, his hands immediately coming around to grab his wife’s reddened ass as she rode up and down on him.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Heather breathed. “Squeeze my ass.”

Derek grinned as he obeyed the command. “Like that?” he asked.

Heather ground down on him. “Harder,” she demanded.

Madison saw his hands grip his wife’s bottom even more tightly. He began to thrust up into her savagely and Heather threw back her head, her long blond hair cascading down her back as her face filled with pleasure. She rode up and down on Derek wildly, gripping his shoulders and letting out soft cries of pleasure as she began to climax. Derek joined her a moment later, his own moans combining with hers to echo off the walls of the living room.

Madison couldn’t believe how excited she was by what she had just watched. She had no doubt that her panties were completely drenched. All she wanted to do was run back to her house and give her husband a call so that he could come home and do the same thing to her. Trent, however, would probably say he was too busy.

After their frantic lovemaking, Derek lay back on the couch, his eyes closed. As Heather draped herself over him, Madison took the opportunity to slip from the room where she’d been hiding. From his vantage point, Derek wouldn’t be able to see her unless he sat up, which he didn’t. Heather, however, could see her just fine and Madison gave her friend a wave as she quietly slipped out of the house. But before she left, she took one more look at Heather’s bottom. It was still positively glowing from the spanking she’d just gotten. Madison would have to remember to ask her friend what sitting down would feel like after something like that.

Outside, she paused a moment to take a deep breath before making her way down the steps to the sidewalk that wound throughout the subdivision. She was having a hard time walking, she was so aroused, and her clit was throbbing so much that every step she took almost made her orgasm. She hoped that none of her neighbors were watching because they way she was walking, she probably looked like she’d had too much to drink.

Maybe her friend was right, Madison thought as she walked the short distance to her own house. Maybe there was something to this spanking thing. And if it resulted in that kind of passionate lovemaking, Madison would try just about anything.

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Still longing hopelessly for Sir Wilfred of Ivanhoe, the heartbroken Rebecca has vowed to remain unmarried, while devoting her life to healing and charity. So starts this sexy spanking sequel to "Ivanhoe," Sir Walter Scott’s most beloved historical romance.

Her serenity is shattered when her hospital’s brilliant but arrogant chief physician, Simon ben York, finds two good reasons for publicly spanking her…first, to shake her out of her constant sadness, which is frightening his patients...and then again, to break her habit of quarreling with him over their care.

When she flees to a castle fortress, Simon soon follows her, in time to risk his life in a desperate effort save her from its treacherous master and his false charge of murder.

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This highly charged erotic novel recounts the story Bernie and her lesbian lover, Genevieve who find themselves caught up in dark history of an secret New England brothel which fluorished in the early 20th century. They befriend an old woman who once worked at the place, who tells a curious story of sex, mystery and death. Any fans of Anne Rice's The Witching Hour will find some similar themes, but this novel's unique, detailed descriptions of New England landscape is unique, and rivals even fellow New Englander Stephen King.
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18th Century England, a country at war with the nascent United States, is hardly a safe haven for a young American woman, especially when she is held captive by a crazed Barron determined to steal a baby from someone else. Olivia must make a daring escape, deal with a tiny newborn who has fallen in her lap, and navigate a relationship with a rogue who would rescue her ... or ravish her. Eleven Chapters - $ 12.95

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Janet thought of the rumors that she had heard about the way in which life was conducted at Castle Dorian, especially for the concubines. It had often been whispered in the village, amongst the gossips on a market morning, or their men folk gathered at a table outside the Inn on a summer’s eve, of the luxury in which His Lordship kept his women. She had also heard darker, more private murmurings about the secret pleasures that the women oftimes shared amongst themselves. And, of course, she had heard about their master, Lord Dorian. He loomed before her now in her imagination as a shadowy and dangerous figure but the sense of danger was edged with a thrilling excitement. She had heard that he could be cruel. But she had also heard that there could be lavish rewards for those women who best pleased him. And she had heard that he was a vigorous and talented lover; a real man not just another farm hand or laborer’s lad but a man of experience, wealth and distinction. Janet’s skin tingled. It was a challenge, she told herself. He was a challenge. Perhaps finally, in him, she would meet her match…
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The Spanking Effect

Here is the newest novella from Spanking Romance, titled "The Spanking Effect". Here is the first chapter, from author Monica Vale:

The Spanking Effect
by Monica Vale

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So it had all really happened.

Just as the legend had told her, the Trojans had wheeled the great wooden horse into the city, believing that their Argive enemies had gone home in defeat. The defenders had later celebrated far into the night…and at dawn, the Argive soldiers had crept out of the horse’s belly and opened the city gates. Then their comrades had swept into the streets, burning, looting and raping on their way.

The Trojan warriors had regrouped long enough to mount a last, frantic, doomed defense. They died where they stood, surrounded by their enemies. Only Prince Aeneas and his tiny band managed to hack their way to freedom, through the gates and on towards the sea.

For the others, the last sounds they heard had been the shrieks of their women, held down before the enemies who stood in line to ravish them.

The royal princesses had been slightly more fortunate. Captured in the royal palace, they had been taken away as prizes for the Argive rulers. This was scant comfort for Andromache, who had already seen her gallant husband Hector slain, and now watched as the Argive King Odysseus threw her infant son from the city walls.

Her shrieks had almost drowned the whimperings of her sister-in-law Helen, who lay huddled in the corner. But when her vengeful husband burst through the palace door, she had rallied one last burst of courage, to stand before him and rip her bodice away.

At the sight, Menelaus had dropped his sword and swept her into his arms.

No one would have blamed him if he had cut out her heart instead. She had started this ten year’s war, by fleeing from the King of Sparta with Prince Paris of Troy. Now, at last, she had seen that her once-despised husband was her own true love.

Just like Rhett and Scarlett, Felicity Arnold thought. But then, their creator, Margaret Mitchell, had certainly known of this legend, too. Perhaps it had even inspired her to create her own more modern version.

Felicity’s own knowledge of ancient history had been broad enough to win her a place in Apollo’s Temple, caring for the wounded. She had always been pleased when she could save one defender’s life, even knowing that he was probably doomed to die a few weeks later, when the Wooden Horse came through the gates.

Even using the few words she had learned of their own long-dead language, she would had been able to warn them about the Trojan Horse in plenty of time. But it would have been too late. Thousands of brave men would already have been slain. Besides, what chance would she have, when even the prophetess Cassandra had not been believed?

Now that Trojan princess would become a concubine for Agamemnon, the King of the Kings of Argos. Soon after that, his jealous wife would kill them both. Their story would long be remembered, with the rest of the Epic of Troy, but that would be small comfort to the tragic heroine herself.

In the normal course of events…or as normal as they could be now…Felicity would have been facing an even more sordid fate. Already, the Argives had seen her fleeing from the palace, trying to reach the temple in the hopes of finding sanctuary there. That had not spared Cassandra when they found her clinging to a statue of Athena herself, but ravishing a mere servant girl might not be worth angering the gods.

Obviously, though, she was tempting enough for the lust-maddened men. The dirty, sweaty, armored warriors loomed up before her at the temple gates, clutching their swords as they sneered. She could see them all too clearly, in the flames that engulfed the burning wooden shops around her, sending their thatched roofs crashing to the ground.

“Are you going somewhere, pretty lady?” their leader demanded. “We will go with, to protect you. You should not be alone on a night like this…there are dangerous men about.”

His friends laughed cruelly at this clumsy jest, but a moment later their smiles faded away…

Because she did, too. At one moment, she was reaching into the pouch at her waist, no doubt for a cloth to wipe her tears…and in the next, she was gone.

Only one man was bold enough to voice the thought that had come to them all. “She must have been a goddess,” he whispered. “And it’s a good thing we did not touch her.”

“We did not even see her,” their captain commanded. “If we say we did, they’ll all think we’ve gone mad.”

* * *

It was ten years earlier, as the natives measured time, when Felicity Arnold reappeared in the Spartan palace.

This time, she used a skill that she had learned before even leaving for Troy. She had practiced the kind of sensual, seductive dances that she had seen in the movie versions of the classic story, so that she could join the girls who were hired to entertain the king’s royal guest.

So she had danced for Prince Paris of Troy, to the wild music of the pipes and tambourines…circling her pelvis and swinging her breasts beneath her sheer red silk gown, practically in his silly, soft face. He hardly seemed to have seen her, since he had eyes only for his hostess.

And Helen of Troy…who was still Helen of Sparta now…had responded to his lovesick gaze with a sly, sideways smile from her Cupid’s bow lips. At the same time, she tossed back her golden curls, making her dangling coin earrings flash in the firelight.

Of course, her husband had noticed but was trying to pretend he had not. He glowered at them from over his curly red beard and hunched his broad shoulders. But he still showed the Trojan prince the courtesy than any host owed a guest.

“So, you will give your royal father a good report of us?” he asked.

“I will be sure to do just that,” the Trojan prince assured him. “I will tell him of your fine artists, who have decorated these walls so beautifully, with yellow lions running across the green fields beneath white clouds in a bright blue sky…just as though they were alive. And these dancers are equally gifted…” at last, he bowed his black curls briefly in their direction, to show that he had noticed them, after all.

“But none of them are as fair as your queen,” he said then…trying to make it sound like a mere courtly flattery, but unable to hide his deeper, forbidden feelings. The king glared more angrily than ever this time, so that even Helen could not ignore it. Then she reached over to touch his arm.

“Prince Paris is very kind,” she told her husband, leaning towards him at last, her soft, full bosom brushing against his hard, powerful shoulder. “I hope that we may visit his country some day.”

“We cannot be more gracious to you than he was to us,” the young man replied.

“My husband is always the very soul of kindness to everyone,” she said.

And that, thought Felicity, is a big part of the problem.

* * *

“My Lord Menelaus?”

This time, he showed his courtesy by stopping to look down when a mere dancing girl tugged at his sleeve, even though he was on his way to relieve himself.

“I am going to the necessary room,” he said, with a faint smile, “and I have been drinking wine, so I must ask you to be brief.”

“May I see you after, in your bedchamber?”

Her brazen invitation seemed to startle him for a moment, even coming from such a simple foreign girl, who could barely speak his language and had obviously learned her few words with difficulty. Then he laughed bitterly.

“My queen seems to have other things to do,” he said, “so I must accept your kind invitation.”

“It may be even kinder than you think,” she answered, as she turned towards the stairway.

She had barely had time to admire the room, with its golden stars painted on the dark blue dome, before he joined her.

“I suppose this will be an extra fee,” he said, as he approached her. “But I will be glad to pay it. I would do as much just for the sight of your long curls the color of copper with the eyes that almost match them, and that straight little nose and round pink lips of yours.” He took one of her tresses between his thick fingers, sending a thrill all through her.

As he took her into his arms, she reveled for a moment in the feeling of his muscular arms around her and his scented curly bronze beard brushing her face. His embrace was strong but gentle and his full lips were firm but soft against her own.

She would gladly have stayed the night with him…but she feared that it would have changed her mind. Why should the ungrateful Helen have him, she bitterly asked herself. From the way he looks at me, I believe that I could win him. But he must stay in love with her…just as she must fall in love with him…or thousands will die and a city will vanish.

“There will be no charge at all,” she told him, as she pulled away. “Just a timely warning.”

“And what is that?” he asked her bitterly. “I fear I already know.”

Looking up into his sad brown eyes, she found it hard to confirm his fears, but it was the only way to save them all.

“I have seen how your queen looks at the Trojan prince,” she told him, forcing out the hurtful words as quickly as she could.

“And who has not?” he demanded, drawing further away. “But it is a harmless flirtation.”

“No, it is not,” she answered desperately, grasping his arm. “She will flee with him to Troy tonight and you will follow, with an Argive army. For ten years you will fight for her, thousands of men will die and the city will be destroyed.”

“This is no new prophecy,” he answered, with an angry laugh. “The mad Princess Cassandra of Troy has been saying the same thing for years, but no one will listen to her.”

“They should,” Felicity told him shortly. “It is all true. But you can stop it on this very night. And even if you do not,” she added, with a faint smile, “It should make the two of you much happier when you finally do bring her home.”

“Well, that itself is worth doing,” he answered ruefully. “But I would much rather stop her from wanting to go. What must I do?”

So Felicity told him.

* * *

Menelaus was waiting when his wife came into their room. Helen jumped when she saw him.

“Why are you still up here, my lord?” she asked. “Our guests will wonder where you have gone.”

“Our guests can wait,” he answered shortly. “They must be wondering about you as well. I am wondering, too. Why have you come up here tonight, while the dinner is still going on?”

As she cast about for some excuse, he went on, “Could it be that you have come up here to pack your jewels and finest gowns, before you run away with Prince Paris?”

Her pink little mouth fell open and she gasped in surprise, but she was too shocked to deny it.

“Some spy…” she finally managed to gasp. Then hastily changed it to, “Some liar has told you that story.”

“No spy and no liar,” he answered. “I was not sure that she was telling the truth, but I am now. I can see your guilt in your eyes.”

“It is not true, I swear it!” she wailed.

“You are right about that,” he answered grimly, glowering at her from over his crossed arms. Her gaze widened as she glanced at them, as though she were realizing for the first time how powerful they were.

“You are not running away with Prince Paris or anyone else,” he informed her. “And I will make you wish you had never agreed to do it.”

“What will you do to me?” she whispered. When he remained stubbornly silent, she went on, “Please tell me how bad it will be?” Tears formed in her blue eyes and ran down her soft pink cheeks, reminding him, once more, why so many had called her the world’s most beautiful woman.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he said, as he grasped her shoulder and pulled her towards the bed. She relaxed in his grip, obviously thinking that he was going to ravish her and not too displeased at the prospect.

Instead, he sat heavily on the fur bed cover and pulled her across his knee. Then he lifted her sheer white skirt from her feet to her knees and finally to her waist. His left hand clamped down across her shoulders, as his he clasped her legs between his thighs, pinning her down so firmly that she could barely squirm.

“You are going to beat me!” she wailed.

“Not quite,” he told her. “I am going to spank you until you howl for mercy, and then I will spank you some more. I will spank you until you forget Prince Paris and everything else in the world, except trying to make me stop.”

“You will spank me?” she demanded. “What kind of barbarian word can that be? What does it mean?”

“This,” he answered, as his broad, square, sword-hardened hand came down with a crash on her plump pink backside. With a shriek, she tried to wriggle free, but found herself held helpless. That first blow was soon followed by the second, then the third. By the fifth, she was wailing, “Please stop, please! I won’t do anything bad again! Please, please, please stop! OUCH, OUCH, OUCH!”

Coming from the great hall below, the faint strains of the sensuous music made a strange counterpoint to her screams. He did not seem to hear either one, as his pitiless blows went on and on. With each hard smack, he saw her globes turning a brighter red and felt them growing warmer. That feeling was almost as satisfying as her helpless screams and pleas.

“Please, please, please stop!” she was going on. “My poor bottom is on fire! Please, make it stop!”

“And will you ever even flirt with another man again?”

“No, no, I swear it by all the gods! I swear by my own goddess Aphrodite. Please, please stop!”

“Then say the words after me. ‘I will never flirt with another man.’ And say it with every smack I give you.”

“But how can I talk when you…OUCH! All right. ‘I will never flirt with another man.” NOW will you please stop? OUCH, OUCH, OUCH!””

By the tenth time she had said it, she could barely force the words out through her gritted teeth. By the fifteenth, the words were mingled with helpless sobs. She was forced to speak those same lines twenty times, with each one marked by another sharp slap, until she was sure she could never forget them.

Fervently, she thanked her goddess Aphrodite when he finally stopped and removed his imprisoning limbs, so that she could pull herself to her feet.

Then she stood sniffling and rubbing her backside through the skirt that had fallen back into place. He could glimpse the new red swelling through the sheer white fabric, and it filled him with a strange excitement.

“Now I will take you to bed, wife,” he ordered.

“But I can’t lie down on my back,” she wailed.

For an answer, he sat on the bed and held out his arms. She sat on his lap facing him and wound her arms around his neck, thus raising her poor bruised bottom into the air, where she was glad to feel the evening air caress it.

In that position, she could feel that his spear had grown hard and long beneath his own short leather skirt. She impaled herself on it, and soon he could hear her gasping and panting more eagerly than she ever had before.

As his hand rose to caress her nipples, he could feel that they were almost as hard as he was. Best of all, he could feel her sheath growing warm and wet as it closed and opened, more and more quickly, around his spear, pulling him into her depths.

When they were finished, they stayed with their arms around each other’s necks, covering each other’s faces with kisses. Between them, though, he managed to say, “Now, you will stay locked in here all night while I bid farewell to Prince Paris…alone.”

“Yes, my lord,” she answered meekly, with lowered eyes. Then she raised them long enough to add, “But please come back quickly.”

* * *

Listening to them through the door, Felicity had barely noticed that the other servants had been doing the same thing. They, too, had been smiling, as the heard the sharp smacks that their king was delivering to his queen’s royal rear end and heard her howls and pleas. Now she heard them celebrating right along with her.

“If ever any woman earned a beating, she did,” an old seamstress muttered. “I have been with them since they were married, and I was waiting for him to do this all that time.”

It is not really a beating but a spanking, Felicity thought, and I wish I could tell you so. But I must be gone before you start wondering too much about me, and why I appeared at just the right moment to make sure that he gave it to her at just the right time.

Prince Paris was gone already. He had fled when he heard Helen’s screams and pleas…not knowing what was causing them, but afraid that he would be the next to suffer the same fate. Judging by her wailing, he must have felt sure that it would be a harsh penalty indeed.

I don’t think it would matter if he had stayed, Felicity told herself. Helen has a new man, now…her own husband…and he has shown her that he can be a man indeed. No doubt she will enjoy his power even more than he does. It really IS the ultimate Aphrodisiac, as Henry Kissinger will say about 3,000 years from now.

And speaking of Aphrodite, thought Felicity, Helen does serve that goddess of love…who moves in mysterious ways. She may have promised Helen to Paris…but I think that Helen and Menelaus have changed her sacred mind, with their very devoted service tonight.

The next morning, Helen continued serving her goddess, in her most shameless manner. When the servants crept cautiously into her room, they found her lying with her arms crossed under her smiling face and her bruised backside exposed to the air. She ordered them to soothe it with ointments and writhed happily as they did.

Obviously, I have done well here, Felicity thought, as she felt the royal backside wriggling beneath her own fingers.

* * *

But had she done well enough to change the course of history?

Some historians insisted that it was very hard to do…because history would find a way to get itself back on track, no matter how hard anyone tried to derail it. Others, like Felicity herself, believed in the butterfly effect…that it would be fairly easy to change the past and the future along with it…or, as they put it, “The flapping of a butterfly’s wings can cause a tornado in Texas,” if the wings flap at just the right time.

Only, in this case, she would have to call it the spanking effect…if it worked.

If she could prove it, she would soon advance from teaching history at a Midwestern suburban high school to a seat at some famous university…perhaps even Yale, where her father had taught.

And she would be sure to commend both parents for the three great gifts they had given her…a love of history, a desire to set wrongs right and an unshakeable belief that nothing would change behavior faster than a good spanking.

But even if no one else ever knew how she had succeeded in changing the course of history, she would know herself, and that would make it all worthwhile.

* * *

But had she succeeded? She had to find out for sure.

So she went back to Troy once again…twenty years after the night when it would have fallen. Sure enough, she saw that the city still stood. When she asked about Prince Paris, the citizens shrugged and said that they did not know that much about him, since he was only the king’s younger son…but Hector and Andromache, with their little prince, were as happy a family as anyone could imagine, and a fine example for everyone else…just like Menelaus and Helen with their daughter Hermione, over the sea in Sparta.

“May the gods bless them all,” her new friends often added.

“Amen to that!” Felicity had answered, “Even more richly than they already have.” And, she told herself, you good people will never know how richly that is. And I have done even more to help those gods than even I could ever have imagined.

* * *

“She’s done even more than I could have imagined!”

One year after Felicity’s triumphant return trip to Troy, Captain Nicolas D’Angelo of the Time Police sighed and shook his head as he surveyed the sleepy little village that would have been the mighty Rome.

The shielded records had told him how drastic the change was…the ones that showed history’s original course, contrasted with those that reflected every time traveler’s footsteps. He had refused to believe that such a clumsy effort, by such a rank amateur, had had such a drastic effect. Now, looking around, he saw that it was all too true.

That fool of a woman had altered history so drastically, society would never have advanced to the position of forming the Time Police at all, if their own headquarters had not been shielded from the flapping of those famous butterfly wings.

The result should have been obvious even to her, he told himself. She had the best of good intentions, of course…but we know where they lead.

In this case, they had led to a world where Rome had never been created…because its founder, Aeneas, had never fled from Troy…because he had had no need to do so, because the Trojan War had never happened and the city had never fallen. And this, in turn, had happened because that foolish, thoughtless girl had gone back and stopped the war with a well-timed spanking, on Helen of Sparta’s admittedly very deserving behind.

Like every other educated man, he had thought that the Trojan War, and hence the flight of Aeneas, might all be a myth. He had to admire the girl’s thoroughness in going back to find out for herself that…like so many legends…it had been based on the literal truth.

But as for that very real spanking that the authentic Menelaus had given to the bona fide Helen of Troy…who would always be Helen of Sparta now…well, it was nothing to the thrashing he would give to that meddling girl, when he finally caught up with her. His hands practically tingled with anticipation at the prospect.

That pleasant sensation soon stopped, though, as he thought things through even further.

Well, so what if Rome had never appeared? Even some of his own colleagues were sure to ask that question. The Roman Empire had meant oppression and slavery throughout the Western World.

But without it, the world was still a group of isolated kingdoms, barely aware of each other’s existence, let alone their advances in knowledge…including the entropy theory. Roman roads had connected Europe, and centuries later the Italian Renaissance had used them to spread the spirit of discover and invention.

Also, he had to admit it…for someone named D’Angelo, the thought of losing Rome was not a pleasant one. For one thing, he had the proverbial map of Italy all over his rather swarthy face, with its black curly hair, bold dark eyes and prominent nose. He didn’t think that talking about the map of Carthage or the map of Latium would have quite the same ring.

In the true Italian Renaissance spirit, the invention of the entropy reversal machine had come from a very simple discovery… as things grew older, their molecules moved in a less orderly pattern. If you could reverse entropy, by returning an object’s molecules to an earlier, more orderly stage, you could return anything to an earlier time…even if the object were, say, an entire city, where the entropy ray was focused.

This had always been known as a theory. But, unfortunately for the rest of the world, a high-school teacher named Felicity Arnold had had a few dates with a certain crackpot inventor.

This Joe Himmel confided to her that he had built a machine that did, indeed, reverse entropy…and he had proven it by taking her to Jimmy Carter’s presidential inauguration ball. What’s more, he had made his device the size of a Kleenex package, so that he was able to carry her home again without attracting undue attention.

Even when he was confessing his role to the Time Police…after realizing how much damage he had done…the young inventor had not been able to hide his pride.

Less confidently, he had admitted that she had easily convinced him to let her go back and prove that his invention had been successful. Of course, he had wanted to go himself…but she had convinced him that her historical knowledge would allow her to pass for one of the natives…while his engineering genius could only get him burned as a wizard, in some of the destinations she had in mind.

It would certainly do so, the captain realized, in the next place she was going…the court of King Henry VIII.

And what would this incredibly foolish and reckless…but unquestionably well-meaning young woman…choose to do there? He found it easy to guess.

But first, he himself…Nicholas D’Angelo…would have to travel back to Troy in the department’s own entropy reversal chamber and make sure that the city fell on schedule. Otherwise, Henry’s court would never have existed…and the stupid girl’s entire world would be her own Saxon village.

So he would have to be the man who doomed Troy and watched it burn…all due to that dreadful female. By the time he was done spanking her, he promised himself, she would not be able to sit down again for the next century.

No, he’d make that the next millennium, he promised himself, as he sailed backwards across the centuries to urge Paris to flee with Helen one night before he had planned, so that Menelaus would not be in time to stop them.

That would at least spare Helen a terrible spanking, he assured himself grimly. And he promised himself, once again, that that meddling little fool would more than make up for it. If Felicity Arnold was so fond of passing out physical punishments, he’d see how much she enjoyed getting one herself.

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