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Once upon a time, there was Saturday Spankings. All the little authors lined up and gave eight-sentence teasers for their stories. Readers came and liked the teasers. Everyone lived happily ever after.
That’s one version anyway. Try this one:
Once upon a time, there were Stormy and Jeff…
Stormy and Jeff were wildly attracted to one another, but Stormy couldn’t quite understand her out-of-character behavior on their first night together.
They’d done it twice more in the night, and now, the next morning, she recalled how he’d made her come by spanking her ass while he had mounted her from behind. She’d been so excited at the time that she’d actually liked it. How weird and perverse was that? That’s how she’d gotten that pink tush. What had she done?
Still a little bemused from exhausted sleep, the whole wonderful experience had seemed like a dream the next morning. But it wasn’t a dream. She’d gone to bed with a man who was virtually a stranger and had let him, no, encouraged him to spank her.
The end.
Okay, not quite the end. That was a bit from Handling Stormy. You can get the whole story here: Blushing Books, all ebook formats are available. You can send it to yourself as easily as typing in your device address from your downloads screen at the Blushing site. Or pop on over to Amazon and pick up a copy there
Hop along to the other authors’ teasers and see what their storybooks look like.
sounds like Stormy had a very hot night, indeed!!
Envying Stormy!
Sounds to me like she had a wonderful evening with her stranger. So wonderful that I think she should try it again and again until she knows for sure if she liked it and he’s no longer a stranger. 🙂
“All the little authors lined up and gave eight-sentence teasers for their stories. Readers came and liked the teasers. Everyone lived happily ever after.” See, I wanted a surprise twist ending, like, the camera pans up slowly … and the Statue of Liberty is tipped over, buried in the sandy deserted beach, and Charleton Heston screams in despair about them “finally burning all the smut books!” or something. I hope someone knows what the hell I’m referring to here.
I have a feeling this is just the tip of the iceberg of the road she’s about the travel down. Love it!
Time to hide under the covers or disappear! Or better yet – stay for seconds.
Stormy’s world is about to explode.
Poor Stormy. The morning after sometimes fills a person with second thoughts and regret. What seemed like a wonderful idea in the soft glow of evening turns to red-cheeked embarrassment in the harsh light of day. Great snippet, Trish