End of Summer Spanks!
Welcome to the End of Summer Spanks Blog Hop! You can visit the main site here after you’re done visiting here but before you wander off…at the end of the blog will be a What Happens Next? and one random commenter who completes the challenge will receive a ten dollar Amazon gift card.
It’s a wonderful time, the start of the school year and I know for some of us that means more time while the kids are back to school and the urge is to slam the door, run the bubble bath and put the kindle and all its book boyfriend content in the Ziplock…safety first all! What a great plan!
Having spent the summer in Corbin’s Bend with For Ben I am so excited to add Educating Marguerite to the play list. My first true historical, I learned a lot about the Silver Boom in Virginia City, Nevada in the process…and since my husband LOVES Virginia City and we go there often…it was doubly interesting. Here’s an excerpt….
Joining Alice on her knees, she peered over the top of the seat to see the couple, apparently unaware, or maybe just uncaring, that they were no longer alone.
The woman, a blowsy redhead, shrieked a curse at her husband and drew back her hand to swing at him. He ducked aside and removed his black felt hat from his slicked-down salt-and-pepper hair, hanging it on a hook beside the window. As she flailed and called him names, he calmly unbuttoned his jacket and hung it as well then opened his sleeves and rolled them to his elbows.
“Alice,” she hissed, “what is he doing?”
The Irish girl giggled. “Just watch.”
The next time the woman swung, the man caught her wrist and twisted it around her back. She shrieked another volley of curses, but this time it might be pain and not rage. Her florid cheeks and wild eyes met the girls’ but she didn’t react or tell the man.
“We should go.” Marguerite felt as if they were interrupting something personal, but Alice put an arm about her waist and rested her heat on her shoulder as they knelt side by side.
“I don’t think they mind.”
But did she mind? Marguerite couldn’t decide but the man had not seemed to notice them and she feared that if they made a move, he would. As the redhead panted, he dropped into the seat sideways, legs out in the aisle and, with a jerk, pulled her over his lap, her belly on his trousers, her face toward the back of the car.
He murmured something and she answered in a strangled tone, but with their voices so low, she could not make out what was said. Then he murmured something else and the woman—his wife?—began to struggle, kicking her legs and flailing over his lap.
“Maybe we can go now….” She started to turn, but Alice tightened her hold.
“No, we can’t. Just hush.” At a glance, she saw her friend’s color heightened as well. What was the man going to do that had her in such a state?
Then it became clear. To her complete horror and embarrassment, he lifted his wife’s skirt and underskirt, then unfastened her bustle and dropped it to the floor. As she kicked and cried out, he continued to pull and push and unfasten until only her pantalets remained to cover her female parts and her bottom.
“What are they doing?”
He rested his palm on her back and spoke in a low, calm voice for some minutes and after a bit, the redhead’s flailing slowed then stopped and, relieved, although still confused, she turned to speak to Alice when the first thud emerged above the rumbling of the train car. She jerked her head around to find him lifting his hand for another smack and another, peppering his wife’s cotton clad behind with firm smacks as she shuddered and sobbed. Marguerite began to count, under her breath, one, two, and including the first one she hadn’t seen, he spanked her twenty-five times before he stopped.
Educating Marguerite is available here
Okay, ready for the game? I am a product of 12 years of parochial education. And yes, back to school did mean…will I get a nun who swats? Luckily, only one classroom I was in was led by a yardstick wielding sadist, the rest were actually pretty nice and good educators. And none of the sexy professors at college did…but it’s not a bad fantasy at that level! Here’s a bit of a story starter: When I arrived in my first class of the morning, instead of the doddering Professor Balderdunks, I faced the sexiest professor ever to wear tweed. Made nervous by the instructor’s commanding presence, I dropped my pens with a clatter, fidgeted constantly, and my phone rang three times. When class ended, Professor Black eyed me from across the room with a steely glare and said, “Please stay after class. You’ve been quite disruptive today and I would like to speak to you about proper classroom behavior.” What happens next?