Properly, Or Not
At All
By Lucy Felthouse
Synopsis
Tristan and Jayme are not
only devoted husband and wife, they are also Dominant and submissive, with a
particular penchant for spanking. They’ve been playing delicious kinky games
for the fifteen years they’ve been together and couldn’t be happier. However,
when Tristan develops a health issue that means he can’t redden his wife’s
backside for a while, it puts both of them under a lot of strain. It’s a big
part of their sex life, and one they’ll miss badly.
They try to find a way
around their unfortunate predicament, but it’s not easy. In the end, Tristan
declares that he will either spank Jayme’s bottom properly, or not at all.
The prospect of no
spanking at all dismays Jayme, but she has no other choice. Or does she?
Continuing to put her mind towards the issue, she indulges in some solo experimentation,
with mixed results.
But how will Tristan feel
when he finds out his wife has gone behind his back?
Excerpt
“You know
what this fucking means, don’t you?” Tristan said loudly, slamming his car keys
onto the hall’s side table and storming into the kitchen.
Jayme
followed him quickly, her heart racing. Tristan rarely got angry—sure, he often
pretended she’d done something wrong and faked being pissed off about it when
they played D/s scenes, but real anger–it was something that just didn’t
happen. She wasn’t quite sure what had sparked it, either. The news had been
unfortunate, yes. Inconvenient, yes, but it wasn’t the end of the world.
Tristan’s only choice was to take the doctor’s advice.
“Um, I take
it you mean aside from the obvious?” she ventured quietly, not wanting to piss
him off even more.
“Yes,” he
said on a heavy sigh, making it clear his anger and frustration weren’t aimed
at her. “Come here, you.” He held out his arms, and when she went into them he
hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head. “Fucking hell, Jayme, I’m
really going to miss spanking that beautiful arse of yours.”
“And I’m
going to miss you doing it,” she murmured into his chest. Then, pulling back so
she could make eye contact, continued, “But we’ll cope. There’s loads of other
stuff we can do—we can still have fun. As much as I love it, it’s not worth
making the problem worse, or screwing up your recovery once you’ve had the op.
Your health is more important, babe.”
“Mmm…” came
the reply, along with a very displeased expression.
“Hey,” Jayme
said sharply, raising her eyebrows, “you might be in charge in the bedroom,
mister, but I’m putting my foot down here. Hopefully you’ll get a date through
for the operation really soon. And the sooner you have the op, the sooner
you’ll be recovered and we can get back to normal. In the meantime”—she grinned
widely—“we’ll just have to get creative, won’t we?”
Much to
Jayme’s relief, Tristan finally smiled. “You’re right, as always, wife of mine.
Clearly I’m not happy about this—fucking carpal tunnel bollocks, spoiling all
our fun—but it could be a lot worse, I suppose. At least they’re not operating
on my dick!”
“True.” She
giggled. “That would take some creativity of epic proportions!”
Meet
the Author
Lucy
Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a
variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 140 publications to her name,
with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage
Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string
to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies,
and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All,
is book editor for Cliterati,
and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk.
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