Kitchen Spankings in Corbin’s Bend
We are wrapping up edits on my contribution to Corbin’s Bend, For Ben. So exciting! Here’s a little more about this story of a couple who never knew what they needed until it smacked them on the bottom…so to speak.
“Teri, stop. Just stop it.” He tried to drag her away from the counters where she couldn’t do any more damage, but she wriggled to get loose, limbs flailing like the work of an insane puppeteer. “Someone is going to get hurt.” A flying elbow hit him below the eye and his vision swam.
Holding her with one arm, he felt behind him and yanked a kitchen chair close enough to sit in it and threw her over his lap. “This is for your own good.” He lifted his hand and spanked hard across the center of her bottom. Once, twice, three times.
Instead of having the hoped for effect, she struggled harder, so he flipped her nightie over her back and pulled the sheer panties down to her knees. “We’re not stopping until you calm down.” One. Two. Three sharp slaps, his palm leaving prints on her white skin.
So…where is your favorite place to find a spanking couple in a story like this? The kitchen? The bedroom? Somewhere less discreet?