Sunday, June 26, 2016

April Ending Part III


Over 18 only. This story contains spanking and other erotic elements. Do not read this if it offends you.

I make these stories up live as I type, so it is a very rough draft. I hope you enjoy it

Continued from April Ending Part II...

Unable to wait any longer, she ran to the sanctuary of her own room and locked the door behind her.

Her face was flushed and her pussy was quivering from the punishment she just received. Glad she had the house to herself, Mackenzie stripped off her cumbersome dress and petticoats on the way to the full length mirror. Looking at her cheeks she saw they were bright red orbs, the pain still pulsing as if he was still making contact with her backside.

Shakily she laid on her side and touched her moistness, gasping at the feel of her fingers to her sensitive and most private spot. In her mind she replayed the scene over and over, how he had taken control of her body and spanked her while she begged him to stop. She hadn't really wanted him to stop because she was secretly loving the feel of his hand on her bottom. Her upbringing as an obedient and old fashioned girl prompted her to beg forgiveness.

As she gingerly inserted a finger between her glistening lips her body seemed to involuntarily start moving and the moaning came from somewhere deep inside her. She was on fire as she gave in to the temptation and inserted several fingers as deep as she could while moaning and gyrating on her bed. Lying on her stomach with a pillow under her to prop her cheeks in the air as she had been in the tree, Mackenzie fantasized about watching Lydia get her bottom spanked until it was red and smarting.

Her breath coming faster now as she remembered how she had to cling onto the tree as he spanked her cheeks hard, over and over. Then recalling how the belt had felt like fire on her cheeks that pushed her over an edge where she felt tiny explosions inside her body as it convulsed. She may not have realized it but Mackenzie had just become a woman. She had her first orgasm and the feeling was spectacular and one she would repeat as often as she could. Maybe even returning to the tree to wrap her arms and legs around it to remember how he had spanked her in that position.

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The very next day Mackenzie returned to the scene of the crime to relive her newfound fantasy. She was shocked to see William and Lydia there as well and in a comprising position once again. She hid behind a tree to watch, knowing she should turn and run away. Instead she was glued to the spot as she watched them with tiny shivers of excitement going through her body.

She could see that Lydia's cheeks were already well-spanked and she was crying as she begged him to stop. He was in no hurry to stop or give reprieve as he pelted away at her quivering cheeks. Lydia was again across his lap with dress above her head and bare cheeks on display for him to decorate with his hand.

He was disciplining her with his words as he spanked her and Mackenzie dared to get a little closer to hear his words. As she stepped on a twig she heard it snap just as he looked up and right at her. Oh no! She had been caught red handed again! There would surely be a price to pay, at least she hoped there would be.

He wagged his finger at her and told her to wait there with his signs, showing a spanking motion to confirm she was next. Her pussy lips quivered at the thought.

She could now hear his voice as he punished poor Lydia's backside, holding her legs still between his so she couldn't kick and struggle to get away. All she could do was lie there across his thighs and cry, begging for forgiveness. She saw how he liked to swat fast and hard in the same spot, then move to another spot and repeat the motion, remembering how that brought the pain to the surface and made a lasting impression.

He told her as he spanked her hard, "I warned you not to go with Jake, did I not? And then to find you on a picnic with him after I punished you and you promised yourself to me. How dare you go against my wishes. Your bottom will pay the price and you will be reminded of your transgressions every time you sit, or attempt to sit down for a week." He told her.

"Please, no more William, I am sorry. It'll never happen again, I swear. I am yours and will never look at another man, I promise." She pleaded with him as her lips quivered with moisture between her legs.

Again he gave her a good twenty to one spot hard and fast as he scolded her, "No, you will not get off that easy, I will not stop but you can keep begging me. You will be soundly punished across my knee for the better part of an hour, maybe longer if I don't think the color is red enough on your cheeks."

"Ow, no sir please! It hurts so bad already, I can't take anymore. I have learned my lesson, I will not go with him again or even speak his name."

"Hush girl now! Take your punishment and be quiet about it. I will stop when I feel you have learned your lesson and not a moment sooner." He told her as he moved her to get a better shot at her sit spots so he could bring them to the same color of red as her cheeks.

So busy was he with punishing his bride-to-be he hadn't seen or heard her back away slowly and turn to run away back to the sanctuary of her bedroom. Even though she was again alone she locked the door behind her. Breathless from the run and the scene that was still playing in her head she went to the mirror to see if her stinging cheeks were still red from yesterday's punishment. Only one or two welts from his belt were still showing on her white as snow cheeks.

Feeling as though she had been punished again she laid on the bed to quiet her inner stirrings. She was afraid of the consequences of running away from his command to stay. What would he do to her? What could he do, she was surely safe here in her home. As long as she didn't return to the alcove he wouldn't be able to punish her again. She would always have her memories and as she reenacted the scene from yesterday, she heard a loud banging on the front door. No, it couldn't be him! He wouldn't dare come to her home to fulfill his promise to spank her again. He didn't know if anyone was home or not so as long as she was quiet maybe he would go away.

What she didn't know was her parents had asked his parents to keep an eye out for her while they were gone for several days and he had a key. As she lay with her fingers exploring her wet pussy, she screamed when she heard a banging on her bedroom door and his voice just outside.

"Open this immediately young lady and take your punishment which is now doubled from what it would have been. You dared to defy my order to stay put. You will pay for that, now open this door immediately!

Mackenzie shot out of bed and was looking out her window to see if she could escape from another over the knee stern punishment. She knew she deserved it, but her only thought was to flee. Opening the window as quietly as she could she was out on the ledge and running down the roof as fast as she dared. Scrambling down to the ground from a tree that hugged the back of the house she ran for the stables. Hiding behind the bales of hay she waited until the sun started to go down thinking he must surely have given up by now and went home. Slowly she crept out of the barn looking in all directions. The coast was clear so she ran back to the tree and scooted into her room, sighing as she felt she had gotten away with it.

Until she saw him there in the semi-darkness, sitting in a chair holding what appeared to be a board in his hand....











Saturday, April 30, 2016

April Ending, Continued

Mackenzie was quivering inside, not quite able to hold herself together as she wrapped her arms around the trunk of the tree. The scene she just witnessed had her wet with need, not even sure she knew what she needed. She just knew she wanted to experience that sort of manhandling and be taken to task by her lord and master.

With each smack to Lydia's bottom, Mackenzie's pulse had quickened. Her face was flushed and she felt a wetness between her legs and a desire to touch herself. Her body was on fire as she dared to pinch one of her nipples. Before she knew it she was moaning with pleasure, wrapped up in her own world of pleasure and fantasy.

So wrapped up in fact, she never heard heard him coming...  Disturbed out of her self-pleasure party Mackenzie about jumped out of her skin when someone grabbed both her wrists. Her eyes flew open to see William eye level to her in the tree, holding a wrist in each hand. "Ahh! What are you doing here?" She gasped, looking around to get her bearings.

"A better question is what are you doing here, little one?"

"I.., I uhm, well".., she stuttered as she tried to get out of the embarrassing situation. He had seen her pinching her nipples, rocking as she straddled the wide tree branch moaning with pleasure. It was obvious what she had been doing until he so rudely interrupted her. She had no words.

He however had many words for her, as he yelled down to Lydia, "I found a trapped animal up here, you go ahead and run home and I will deal with this. I'll call on you tomorrow."

He waited until she was far enough out of ear shot before he raised his voice and hissed, "What are you doing spying on me! I demand to know what you are doing up here and why you were watching me discipline my fiancee."

"Still at a loss for words, she could only stutter, "I was, I um.." not able to tell him what exactly she was doing.

"Well, I have just the cure for bad little girls who spy on men and women sharing an intimate moment. You will get the same treatment as Lydia, but an even harsher one for spying on us and touching yourself in that vile way. You are too young to act in that crude way, you must save your passion for your husband."

She begged to be let go, "Please sir, I was here in the tree long before you came along, this is where I spend quite a lot of time, its my favorite spot in the world. I wasn't spying, I was reading and you came along, then what could I do except wait until you left to come down. I didn't know you would give me a show, or that I would have that reaction to it."

"Very well, I believe you didn't mean to spy on us, but nonetheless, you did and you saw things you should have never seen. I must punish you for that and for touching yourself. Now, straddle that tree trunk with your head facing down and your bottom facing up. You better wrap your legs around that branch and hold on tight, I'd hate for you to fall out of the tree."

Mackenzie could only sit there with her mouth hanging open. She couldn't believe her ears, he wanted her to do what?

Pulling her up by her arms he assisted her into the desired position, flipping her dress and petticoats above her head as she screamed and fought the best she could under the limited space. "No sir, please I didn't see anything, I promise. I won't say a word, please don't spank me!" She begged with renewed vigor as she saw him sit on a branch next to her in perfect position to reach her vulnerable cheeks.

"Now you dare to lie to me? That will be ten lashes with my belt on top of this thrashing I'm going to give you. Now tell me, what did you see. Don't you dare lie to me again."

"I saw you eating, then arguing, then I saw you.. I saw you take Lydia over your knees and spank her." she squeaked timidly.

"So you admit you lied to me when you said you saw nothing?" He lashed out to her.

"Yes sir, I lied, I saw everything," she yelped as the first palm slammed into to her cheek. The next slap was harder and it seemed as if that trend continued, each slap building onto the last stinging one, creating fire on her backside. All she could do was hold on to the tree branch with her arms and legs wrapped tightly to keep her from falling. Each smack made her gasp with the pain he was inflicting, willing him to stop as she shut her eyes tightly and prayed.

After a full five minutes of his heavy handed discipline he stopped momentarily to change positions, moving to another branch so he could get a better angle while she tried to catch her breath and relax.

Her reprieve didn't last long and he was now using a new tactic of hitting her the same spot repeatedly to bring the fire to the surface. Ten hard smacks to the same spot, then move to the other cheek and smack it ten times, then the bottom both cheeks at once had her howling in pain as she pleaded, "Please stop sir, I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I promise."

Ignoring her pleas he told her, "I must teach you a lesson to never spy on others. You must promise to never share this with anyone, what you saw and the punishment you are receiving, do you understand me?"

"Yes, yes I understand, please sir I have learned my lesson," she pleaded with him once more. Her bottom was cherry red by now and her pussy lips were quivering with each slap. She could feel the moistness seeping out each time she squeezed her lips together.

Finally, when he felt he had dealt a fair punishment, he helped her sit up. She winced at the pain as she did so.

"That is the punishment for spying on adults and for acting wanton. Now, I want you to climb down this tree and you will receive the rest of your punishment," brooking no argument as he started to ascend the tree ahead of her. As soon as his feet were on the ground he started to unbuckle his belt and remove it from his pants.

She missed a step and almost fell to the ground when she saw his belt in his hand. How could she take anymore pain to her backside? It was on fire. She resigned herself to take it since she had been bad and was touching herself.

He commanded her to  hold her dress and petticoats up above her waist as she leaned against the tree, but didn't prepare her for the first blow as it made its impact across her cheeks. "Yeow!" She yelled, jumping up and down to ease the pain.

"Assume the position and hold it or I will add more to your ten," he told her brusquely. And so it went, he repeated the onslaught to her burning cheeks as she sobbed and begged him to stop. The belt on her backside was like a burning flame that left its imprint with each lick. Finally he was done but made her stay in that position against the tree with her nose touching it, holding up her skirts so she couldn't rub the afflicted area.

"Now young lady, tell me have you learned something today?" he asked with a knowing tone.

"Yes, yes sir. I will never spy again, or touch myself, or lie about it, I promise you that. I have learned my lesson well and thank you for teaching me," she gushed to please him.

"Very well, run along home then and speak of this day to no one or there will be hell to pay, much worse than today, do you understand me?" Quizzing her once again to validate her compliance.

"Yes sir, I understand. No one will know except the two of us," she dreamily replied. The truth was she was already lying to him because she couldn't wait to get home and touch herself again. This time she thought she might be able to have release, unlike the other times when she was left high and dry on the precipice. Her body was alive as she walked away on shaky legs, the moistness only increased as she fantasized about the punishment she had just received. Unable to wait any longer, she ran to the sanctuary of her own room and locked the door behind her.




Over 18 only. This story contains spanking and other erotic elements. Do not read this if it offends you.











Thursday, April 28, 2016

April Ending


I can’t believe April is ending already. At least that means that summer heat is fast approaching!


This summer I am challenging myself to write and release free shorts at least twice a month. Let’s call it a win-win. You win because you get free hot spanking stories to hopefully get your jollies. It’s a win for me because I get to interact with my readers while flexing my writers muscles.


So, what’s your fancy? You like a good over the knee spanking with feet flying up in the air? (My fave) Or bent over the desk for a good hard paddling maybe? Oohh, or should I say Owie? There is something about nature that does it for me, so let’s go with over the knee, under a sprawling shade tree in the middle of a meadow.


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Along one side of the lush green meadow was a low wall that meandered this way and that. One could imagine the men building it over a hundred years ago to divide their property lines. If it helped keep their horses and cattle from wandering away, all the better. Men with bulging muscles, shirts long abandoned in the brilliant sunshine carrying rocks from the river. Rocks piled high, one on top of the other with mud filling the cracks and crevices.

Under one special tree the rock wall rose taller than the rest, reaching over seven feet with an alcove built in. The alcove was a private place for reading on a long Sunday afternoon, or napping under the tree. At night the sounds of nature surrounded your senses while you stargazed or sat up high on a branch. Many stolen kisses were shared in the secret alcove and many virtuous maidens had fallen under it's spell. A trip to the alcove could change your life, awakening powers within that could never again be hidden or ignored.

One such maiden had visited the alcove as a child to pass the time away. Getting lost in her thoughts, books or painting she could never get enough time at her favorite place in the world. Her private space made her feel special as she pretended her knight in shining armor had built it just for her. As she matured she found it brought feelings to the surface, her belly felt funny and her breathing would come in gasps as she tossed and turned under that shade tree.


She would imagine her knight was there holding her down by her wrists as he kissed her lips and neck. Her voluptuous breasts were barely contained inside the low cut of her dress, as she panted and gasped for air while he tortured her with his tongue. Ripe and hard nipples peeking out ever so slightly, begging to be set free and suckled.


Mackenzie didn’t understand what was happening to her body, she just knew she only felt alive when he was worshipping her with his lips. Although, she was never quite satisfied with the result and was left frustrated by her invisible lover.


One warm summer day Mackenzie was sitting high above the alcove reading her favorite book when she heard voices. Not able to see anything except what was just below her, she strained her neck to see, curious who else knew about her secret place.


She recognized William from school, but the girl she had never seen before. She had golden locks of hair flowing halfway down her back, with full red lips and rosy cheeks. Mackenzie thought she was the most beautiful girl she’d ever seen and watched intently as they approached. William spread a blanket out and gave her his hand while she sat, spreading the food out for an afternoon picnic.


They talked about small things of no consequence as they ate their meal and drank wine. Her laughter reaching up through the branches like a tinkling of a bell in the wind. His voice was strong and dominant and seemed to be getting louder and more demanding. Suddenly their voices were both raised and Mackenzie could tell he was very angry with her. It seems that another boy had accompanied her on an outing and he was jealous.


“How could you go with Jake of all people? He is a snake, always trying to steal the girls of his best friends. He’s a rat, and worse yet he leaves the girls heartbroken as he moves on to the next one. I thought you had more sense than that Lydia. I forbid you to go anywhere with him again, do you understand me?” He commanded.


“You can’t forbid me to do anything Wiliam, I don’t belong to you or anyone else. What’s more, I refuse to listen to your insults anymore, I am leaving!” She yelled at him as she got up to leave.


“You do belong to me, we are to be married and I will not have my future wife talking to the likes of him. Now you sit back down here and we’re going to work this out.” He shouted to her retreating back.


Mackenzie had front row seats to a great novel being played out before her eyes and she was entranced.


Taking three long strides William caught up to Lydia just as they got to the tree, pinning her between himself and the tree as she struggled to get free. When that didn’t work she reached up and slapped him hard across the face, stilling all movement for a few jaw dropping moments.


That put him over the top and he grabbed Lydia by the wrist and led her over to the bench in the alcove, ignoring her protests to let her go. Seating himself in the middle of the bench, he pulled her across his knees in one fluid movement and flipped her many layers of dress and slips over her head. Before she knew what was happening he began to spank her while she struggled to get free, yelping at the pain and humiliation he was inflicting.


Wrapping his leg around hers to keep her from kicking and bucking, he then grabbed both her wrists and held them tightly at the small of her back. Now good and trapped he tore into her as he spanked her cheeks relentlessly. “You will never sass me again. You will never be seen with that man or any other, you belong to me and only me. DO. I. MAKE. MYSELF. CLEAR?” Each word emphasizing a harder slap than the one before it as she screamed.


“Stop! That hurts William, I command you to stop and let me up!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs.


“You don’t command me, I command you. You belong to me. This delicate bottom is mine to spank anytime I wish. These cheeks are mine to bare,” pulling at her bloomers as he spoke. Her bottom was now completely bare as Mackenzie watched in sheer horror and excitement, having to hold on the branches so she wouldn’t fall out of the tree.


Once he had her cheeks bare he wailed on them until they were bright red and then started on the bottom of her cheeks while she sobbed. Finally after a full ten minutes of agonizing punishment, he stopped and rubbed circles across her buttocks, leaving her in that position across his thighs.


“Now young lady, what do you have to say for yourself? Are you ready to apologize for slapping me, your belligerence and for going out with Jake? Or do you need more persuasion?” He impatiently asked.


“Yes, yes, I am sorry, I’ll never do it again I swear. Please no more, I have learned my lesson, please let me up,” she begged between sobs.


“Very well then, I accept your apology. We will make the arrangements and be married in less than a month’s time, as we had planned.


To Be Continued….

Friday, April 15, 2016

The Character of Emmy

Well, her name is actually Emogene, but her friends and family called her Ginny. Why then did Max call her Emmy? Because she lied about her name, where she lived and everything else about her life to Max, hoping to make her escape. She didn't get out soon enough though and he took a piece of her heart to hold on to.

Emmy moved back home on the ranch after being away at school to help her Dad and brother run the ranch after her Dad was injured. Her life had been put on hold to help save the ranch which was her duty and her pleasure after all her Dad and family had done for her.

After receiving some bad news about her father's condition, Emmy took off for a ride through the countryside, ending up at a Fourth of July picnic on a ranch. She was enjoying the male attention of all the hot cowboys and was dancing the night away, not a care in the world. That is until the ranch owner decided she was too much trouble and removed her bodily from the dance floor, just before she passed out for the night.

She woke up next to a smokin hot cowboy the next morning, with no memory of what happened, or how she got there. Scared and embarrassed, she tried to flee, but Max wanted answers and wanted to get to know the mystery lady.

They got along as well as gasoline and matches and the fire erupted not five minutes into their relationship. Her usual bullying, cussing and ordering people around didn't work with Max, instead he took her over his knee for one good hard and long spanking, leaving her cheeks flaming and her pulses racing.

She found herself torn between some exotic sexual experimentation and continuous over the knee spankings, it was bizarre, and the worst part was she grew to love it too quickly. She craved his touch, both his hard spanking touch that left her breathless and panting, and the fierceness that he devoured her body with. He controlled her and no matter how far she ran, there was no escaping the feelings he had aroused deep within her. He had awakened her inner animal and he was the only one who could tame her.

Read the story of their explosive relationship and follow them down a winding path as Emmy rejects the spanking life, at the same time she can't get enough of it.

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All my books contain spanking, sexual encounters, one part kink, five parts romance, lots of love and a sprinkling of BDSM. If you can't take the heat, stay out of the kitchen, and away from my books. If you can handle the heat, want some spice, and a little of this and that, then I encourage you to check it out and leave reviews if you like. Thank you to all my readers and reviewers!


Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Spanked by a Cowboy



Enchant Me (Sample Chapter)
by Alisa Eckols





Chapter One
Never in a million years had Ginny ever thought she would wake up next to a gorgeous hunk of a man like Maximilian Devonshire! Maybe in her dreams, but never in real life. Yet here she was, lying next to a half-naked cowboy—wait a minute! Why was he only half-naked? Oh! And why was she fully dressed? What the… She couldn't remember what had transpired to bring about this turn of events. She was not sure whether she should be happy, relieved or mortified that she spent the night with Max.

Maximilian was a rancher in her neck of the woods, one that she knew about only from consistent rumors and talk in the small town of Evergreen, Wyoming. He had to be at least ten years her senior, and very rich and powerful. They didn't exactly travel in the same circles.

He was six-foot, eight inches of pure male, a bulky, gorgeous specimen of a man. Dark wavy hair fell just above dark brows, framing eyes as blue as the deepest ocean, and a smile that could light up a room, or so she'd been told, but… he also broke hearts for breakfast.

They had never actually met, let alone slept in the same bed together! Sitting up, Ginny rubbed the sleep from her eyes, trying to remember the night before. It was the Fourth of July picnic, with mounds of food, a chili cook-off, pies, cakes, cookies and every tasty morsel from within a hundred miles. She'd eaten until she hurt, danced until her feet were aching, and drank glass after glass of that delicious lemonade. Could the lemonade have been spiked? She couldn't remember anything after that—dancing, drinking lemonade—then nothing until she woke up next to the infamous Maximilian Devonshire.

Ginny was not the type to drink until she blacked out, waking up in a stranger's bed—not the type at all. Just the opposite; she despised that type of woman. She was a woman of substance, working her ranch alongside the men, holding the place together with stubborn pride and never admitting defeat. She had no room in her life for dalliances, or for tall, dark strangers who would wreak havoc on her well-planned life.

She had to flee; she had to get out without being discovered. Looking around, trying desperately to find her bearings, she slowly swung her feet over the side of the bed, taking care to be quiet and not disturb the sleeping hunk next to her. Finally succeeding, she bent to look under the bed for her shoes. She just about jumped out of her skin when he reached out and grabbed her hand. Screaming, she tried to pull away and run, but he held tight.

"If I was going to hurt you, darlin', I had plenty of time to do it while you were passed out in my bed."
Ignoring the fact that he was right, she indignantly spat back at him, "Don't call me, darlin' and let go of my arm. I don't know how I ended up here, or what you have planned in that devious mind of yours, but you can forget it. I don't sleep around, or mess around, and I don't appreciate having my drink spiked. You got me drunk so you could ensnare me."

That gorgeous hunk had the audacity to laugh! A deep throaty laugh, showing her a set of perfect white teeth, lips that were made for kissing, and the sexiest dimple on his left cheek. Rolling onto his back, he put his arms behind his head, and stared up at her, giving her a full view of his large, tanned bare chest. A line of hair went from his chest down and continued under his jeans. Uncomfortable and mortified that she was staring, she closed her mouth and turned around to grab her shoes and leather jacket.

"Darlin', I can assure you that I didn't lay a hand on you last night—well, unless you count being carried and put to bed, or me taking off your jacket and shoes. I'll admit to that. You were drunk and all your dirty dancing was getting the cowhands riled up. I had to remove you before things got out of control, that's all. You wouldn't tell me where you lived, you were belligerent, rowdy, and at the risk of being arrested, so I brought you to my place. It's that simple."

Turning on him with all of the venom she could project in her eyes, Ginny started chucking things at him; first one shoe, then the other, then her jacket, hurling insults as she threw. "I was not drinking anything but lemonade. Someone spiked it, probably you trying to get me drunk.  I assure you, I wouldn't know how to dirty dance if I tried, you goddamned, sorry son-of-a-bitch! Apparently, you are the one I needed to be saved from, not any riled-up cowhands. I didn't end up in their beds, did I?"

Stomping toward the bedroom door with all the dignity she could muster, her head throbbing, and not a clue where she was or how she would get home, she tried to put up a good front. That was until she saw a hulking mass of chest hair in front of her face, blocking her dignified exit. Having no choice but to stop to avoid running into him, she gritted her teeth and said, "Excuse me, I wish to leave now."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

Bewildered for a second, she realized that she had thrown her shoes and jacket at him, and she hadn't yet found her all her things. "What have you done with my phone and keys? Give them to me now; I want to leave. You are keeping me here against my will and I will file charges. I swear I will."

"That is about all the abuse I am going to take from you, little Miss Princess. You better start apologizing for hurling insults and objects at me, or so help me, you're in for a rude awakening."

"Apolo—to you? For what? For kidnapping me? You've got to be kidding me! I would sooner eat dirt than apologize to you, and you have three seconds to let me pass or I start screaming at the top of my lungs."
"Go ahead and scream. Scream all you want; no one can hear you. We are a hundred miles away from anyone, and all my help is off for the weekend."

Suddenly feeling very small and insignificant, Ginny started to back away, looking for a place to run, or something to hit him over the head with.

"How about that apology now, darlin'?"

"I told you to stop calling me darling, and get away from me! People are out looking for me right now. They will know you took me from the dance. Someone had to have seen you take me away. Every second you keep me here against my will you are risking being arrested, losing this house and all that you own."

"Hmm, I think you need to try that again. That wasn't a proper apology at all."

"I have nothing to apologize for. You should be apologizing to me. Now, get the hell out of my way!" She charged full force into him trying to knock him out of the doorway. She regretted it the minute she collided with that hard body and almost knocked the air out of herself. She staggered back until he caught her, his arms locked around her back, trapping her effectively against his chest.

Fighting for her life now, Ginny kicked, head-butted, bit, kneed, and screamed at the top of her lungs, only to be turned around and wrapped more tightly in his arms, where she had less access to his private parts. He held her tight against his chest, put his mouth close to her ear, and ordered her to stop screaming or she'd have hell to pay. Ginny screamed louder and fought harder, making direct contact with his chin with the back of her head, leaving her head stinging and throbbing. She just hoped that it hurt him even more than it hurt her.

Her feet left the floor as he hefted her up and turned her around and over his thigh. Not sure what he had planned and not anxious to find out, Ginny continued to kick and scream to no avail. He had her bent over his knee, which he had propped up on a wooden chest at the foot of the bed. She was hanging precariously with her head facing the floor, her hands trapped in his grasp at the small of her back, her feet dangling off the ground, and her ass facing upwards. This was not a good position to be in at any time, but especially not in a stranger's bedroom with no one around to come to her aid. Realizing that maybe she should reconsider her approach to the situation, she thought briefly about pleading with him to let her go, but her pride once again got in her way and instead she started hurling insults and cussing up a blue streak.

Thwack! That shut her up–for a second! But mostly it just made her angrier and more fluent in the language of insults and swearing. "Ow, stop that. Stop hitting me. Damn you!" He spanked her ass harder with each smack. She couldn't believe how much it hurt–both her pride and her bottom! "Let me go this instant you son-of-a-bitch, you bastard, I mea—Ow! Let me go! You have no right to touch me! I'm going to call the police the second I am out of here."

It went on for what seemed to be an eternity, her hurling insults and threats; him quiet, but keeping up a steady rhythm of swats to her burning ass. His hand was as hard as steel, bringing immense pain with each new swat to her cheeks, first one cheek, then the other, sometimes right in the middle covering both cheeks.

Finally, when she could no longer take the pain and she felt like she had lost the battle, she decided to try talking to him, reasoning with him. "Max, please stop spanking me. Can we talk like two adults?"

"Go ahead and talk, darlin'. I'll stop after I've heard an acceptable apology, and after I feel you've been punished enough." The brutal spanks continued, coming even faster now.

"Okay, okay, please stop. I'm sorry, please–ow! That hurts so much! I can't take any more, please stop."
"Still not good enough. Try again."

"Noooo! Please, no, I'm sorry, Max—for throwing things, for yelling at you, and even for biting you. Please stop spanking me. Ow!"

"And?" The barrage continued.

What the hell could she have forgotten? At this point she'd have apologized for being born. "And for head butting you… Owie! Please, just stop. Please, please, I'm sorry and I will never do anything like that ever again."

"And?"

"And I don't know what else. I can't think; it hurts so much. Please just… just stop!"

"How about for accusing me of getting you drunk, kidnapping you, lying, hurling insults and swearing at me? Hmm? I think that calls for another kind of punishment altogether."

"Please, you have punished me enough. I am sorry, so sorry about everything." He was merciless. He only stopped momentarily and she started to relax, to catch her breath only to feel panic well up in her throat as he rubbed his hand up her legs, pulling her skirt up along with it. She started kicking and struggling anew, pleading and begging him to stop.

He ignored her once again. "I think you need to learn a few more lessons before I am done punishing you, little one."

"No, please! I have learned. I will never throw things, hit, scratch, bite, cuss or any of the other things you said, please no more!"

She believed that no punishment could have been worse than lying over a perfect stranger's knee, skirt up around her waist, legs dangling with her ass burning from being spanked—until she discovered that there was more, he had even more devious things planned for her.

She felt his large, warm hand cover her cheek and slide its way under her panties, rubbing both her cheeks in a circular motion. "Max, please stop, don't do this please. I beg you, please stop. I've been punished more than I've ever been punished in my life. I've learned my lesson, ten times over. Please, no more."

"I can tell by your red, burning ass that you have been punished, but I think you need a little more before I can accept your apology. Now be a good little girl and keep begging my forgiveness, and apologizing to me. Are you sorry?" he asked, all the while rubbing in circular motions.

"Yes, I am sorry."

"How sorry?"

"I'm as sorry as I've ever been for anything in my whole life."

"And?"

"And I beg your forgiveness, please."

"Okay, I think you deserve at least twenty more good smacks, then we'll see if we are done."

"Please, Max. I don't think I can take anymore of this."

"I want you to remember each one of these smacks to your ass. Don't ever assault my character again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, I will remember—you don't need to spank me anymore. I won't assault your character or your body ever again, you taught me that."

"Oh, but I must. I can't let you off that easy, darlin'."

"What? Easy? There is nothing easy about the way you spanked me. Please, no more. It hurts so much."
"It is a punishment. It is supposed to hurt, so you will remember it."

"I will, I promise you that! That is the worst licking I ever got in my life, and I used to get them quite a lot from my papa."

"I bet you did. Now, I'm going to pull these sexy, lacy panties down around your knees and spank that red ass until I feel you've been punished enough. Do you understand?"

"No! You can't! Not my panties. Please, not my panties. I have been punished enough. Please… no more."
Her pleas fell on deaf ears, it seemed, as his hand caressed her hot cheeks. Then, he started pulling her panties down, her struggles only assisting him in getting them down faster.

"I will tell you why you are being punished while I spank you, then you will see why I am not done yet."
"Please, Max, no!"

"Yes, little one, yes. I will make this sting more than the last time. This spanking on your bare ass will be hard and fast, and not soon forgotten. Are you ready for the first twenty?"

"No!"
"Okay, here we go, count them for me."

She said nothing. Even after two hearty spanks, her silence continued.

"They don't count if you don't say it out loud." Another and another fell.

"One! Please st—" Smack. "Two, please!" Smack. "Three, ow pleas—" Smack. "Four, Max, pl—" And so it went until he reached twenty, no amount of begging or pleading would deter him from his task.

"I told you that you were dirty dancing and getting the cowhands all riled up." The whole time he kept up a steady rhythm of smacks. "You threw your shoes at my head and accused me of lying and getting you drunk. That is an assault on my character, and an insult to me—especially after I saved you from a bunch of horny, lonely, rowdy cowboys." Spank after spank emphasized each word.

"Owie… I'm sorry, Max, truly I am. I see now that you did save me. You only had my best interest at heart. I was drunk, but I wasn't drinking anything but lemonade. Oh, I must have been out of my head, I really don't know how to dirty dance—I promise you." Fiery spank after spank continued. "Please stop, it hurts. I am a good girl, I swear. I don't sleep around. I work hard, avoid men, and stay away from trouble. This has taught me a lesson I will never forget. I will never go to another party—I promise. Please just stop spanking me. I'm begging you, sir."

It must have been the 'sir' that got him, or he finally believed that she was sorry because he stopped spanking and started rubbing in that circular motion which was somehow erotic, especially in this vulnerable position with her ass bared and on display, pointed to the ceiling.

"You're sorry?"

"Yes, sir, I promise you that!"

"You believe me that I wasn't trying to hurt you—I didn't kidnap you. I only brought you here because you were too drunk to drive, I didn't know where you lived, and I didn't trust some of the men to not follow you home.
"Yes, sir, and thank you for saving me. I hope you can forgive me, but waking up the way I did, I was so confused, and didn't remember anything from last night."

"Okay, darlin', I'm going to put you down and we are going to start this morning all over again. We will have some coffee and breakfast, talk and get to know each other."

"Yes, sir, whatever you say."

The second her feet touched the ground, Ginny bent over, grabbing her panties to pull them up, wincing as the lace rubbed over her throbbing cheeks. Gingerly rubbing her behind with both hands, she knew she would not be able to sit on any surface for days.

"The bathroom is through that door, the kitchen is downstairs and to the right of the staircase. Feel free to shower; I suggest rubbing an ample supply of lotion on those red cheeks. I can do that for you if you like."
"No! That's okay, really, thanks for the offer, but I've had enough humiliation to last a lifetime."

"Suit yourself, but it will help soothe the pain. Everything you need is in the bathroom; I'll go get breakfast started." Turning to leave, he had a thought, "Don't think about leaving, you would be lost for weeks just on my property. It spans hundreds of miles."

"I won't try. I don't know where I am, plus I wouldn't dare anger you again. I couldn't take another second of that pain."

"Good girl, glad we understand each other."
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I hope you enjoyed that free sample, trust me there is more hotness to come...

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Alisa Eckols is a spanking romance writer. My books are for adults over 18 only. 
They contain hot cowboys, hot sex, punishment and erotic spankings, graphic sexual language and vivid descriptions. 

 ~ Almost certain to make your cheeks blush and your face flush, oh my! ~


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Friday, March 25, 2016

Hot Weekend Read

Just Released and ready to make you squirm!

Enchant Me is a hot little read, but you don't have to take my word for it, find out for yourself in the free first chapter peek.

Available at, BlushingBooks.com and Amazon.com



Max comes across a little angel dirty dancing at his party, and has to rescue her before she does something she'll live to regret. She fights him like a hellcat, landing a few punches before passing out for the night. Not knowing who she is or where she lives, he brings her to his ranch house to sleep it off. 

Waking up the next morning, she can’t remember how she ended up next to a gorgeous hunk of a cowboy, but her first instinct is to flee. Max has other ideas. He wants to know more about this mystery woman, and the more he sees, the more he wants to keep her. 

Feeling like a trapped animal, Ginny tries to fight her way out of his life, but keeps finding herself over his knee with throbbing red ass cheeks, and a heart that keeps betraying her by falling deeper and deeper in love with the brute.



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Monday, March 21, 2016

Excerpt from Enchant Me

Never in a million years had Ginny ever thought she would wake up next to a gorgeous hunk of a man like Maximilian Devonshire! Maybe in her dreams, but never in real life, yet here she was lying next to a half-naked cowboy—wait a minute! Why was he only half-naked? Oh! And why was she fully dressed? What the… She couldn't remember what had transpired to bring about this turn of events. She was not sure whether she should be happy, relieved or mortified that she spent the night with Max.

Maximilian was a rancher in her neck of the woods, one that she knew about only from consistent rumors and talk in the small town of Evergreen, Wyoming. He had to be at least ten years her senior, and very rich and powerful. They didn't exactly travel in the same circles. He was six-foot, eight inches of pure male, a bulky, gorgeous specimen of a man. Dark wavy hair fell just above dark brows, framing eyes as blue as the deepest ocean, and a smile that could light up a room, or so she'd been told, but… he also broke hearts for breakfast.

They had never actually met, let alone slept in the same bed together! Sitting up, Ginny rubbed the sleep from her eyes, trying to remember the night before. It was the Fourth of July picnic, with mounds of food, a chili cook-off, pies, cakes, cookies and every tasty morsel from within a hundred miles. She'd eaten until she hurt, danced until her feet were aching, and drank glass after glass of that delicious lemonade. Could the lemonade have been spiked? She couldn't remember anything after that—dancing, drinking lemonade—then nothing until she woke up next to the infamous Maximilian Devonshire.

Ginny was not the type to drink until she blacked out, waking up in a stranger's bed—not the type at all. Just the opposite, she despised that type of woman. She was a woman of substance, working her ranch alongside the men, holding the place together with stubborn pride and never admitting defeat. She had no room in her life for dalliances, or for tall, dark strangers that would wreak havoc on her well-planned life.

She had to flee, she had to get out without being discovered. Looking around, trying desperately to find her bearings, she slowly swung her feet over the side of the bed, taking care to be quiet and not disturb the sleeping hunk next to her. Finally succeeding, she bent to look under the bed for her shoes. She just about jumped out of her skin when he reached out and grabbed her hand. Screaming, she tried to pull away and run, but he held tight.


"If I was going to hurt you, darlin' I had plenty of time to do it while you were passed out in my bed." Ignoring the fact that he was right, she indignantly spat back at him, "Don't call me, darlin' and let go of my arm. I don't know how I ended up here, or what you have planned in that devious mind of yours, but you can forget it. I don't sleep around, or mess around, and I don't appreciate having my drink spiked. You got me drunk so you could ensnare me."

That gorgeous hunk had the audacity to laugh! A deep throaty laugh, showing her a set of perfect white teeth, lips that were made for kissing, and the sexiest dimple on his left cheek. Rolling onto his back, he put his arms behind his head, and stared up at her, giving her a full view of his large, tanned bare chest. A hairline went from his chest down and continued under his jeans. Uncomfortable and mortified that she was staring, she closed her mouth and turned around to grab her shoes and leather jacket.


~ Ginny's morning went from bad to worse, within minutes she found herself over his knee getting the hardest spanking of her life. Begging him to stop only seemed to make him want to spank her harder. She was helpless, hanging in the air over his knee which was propped up on a wooden chest, head and feet dangling, he was setting her ass on fire with hands that were made of leather. Big strong hands that covered each cheek with every hard slap, moving between both cheeks, sometimes right in the middle or the top of her legs. 

Kicking, screaming and swearing at the top of her lungs, no one came to her rescue. She had to take the full punishment, and when she thought he was finally done, she learned that he had only stopped long enough to pull her panties down around her knees so he could spank her bare ass even harder. ~

This is a sneak peek and author narration of Enchant Me, coming to Blushing Books and Amazon this week. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Alisa Eckols


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