I am on my Cruise around the Mediterranean at the minute and currently in the port of Cadiz, Spain. I had some time to kill and came up with a new BDSM/Spanking/Daddy Dom Romance story with a supernatural twist.
I am not sure what title to go with for this one at the minute but for now I have given it a fun one, Clara & The Ghost Who Spanked! :)
Unfortunately, I have not been inspired to write the next instalment for Daddy's Rules II yet. I am relaxing and sometimes that is how writing works. The minute I do I will share it with you.
Finally, after less than two days, I have found a publisher for Forget Me Nots. Once I have more details about a release date etc, I will let you know.
In the meantime, enjoy reading the first chapter of Clara & The Ghost Who Spanked which is also going to involve a murder mystery!
Please let me know what you think of it.
Clara & The Ghost Who Spanked
Clara’s eyes widened in surprise as the vision in her mind expanded to show her a woman with her skirt raised to her waist, her pale peach pert bottom thrusting up naked over the knee of a suited man with her black lace panties pulled down to just below the backs of her thighs while he spanked her and another man looked on filming.
Clara had never experienced a mediumistic vision of this kind before and she was more than intrigued. She had first seen the young blonde woman sitting before her in the chair who had come for a reading in the company of two young suited men in a plush office. One of them sat behind the desk, clearly in charge. She could not see his face but the navy designer suit he wore and the manicured fingers he rapped on the desk told Clara he was a very rich successful man.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl,” he said softly, darkly to Clara’s client, Louise standing in front of his desk. Clara would have expected there to be a trace of humour in his caressing masculine tone but there was none. He meant it.
“Yes, you have definitely been a bad girl,” the second man in a suit standing next to Louise said speaking up in a sarcastic voice. He held a ledger in his hand. But once again, Clara was not allowed to see his face. “What made you think you would get away with stealing from the Brown Account? Did you not think we would notice that you were syphoning money out of the account a small piece at a time for yourself?”
“Please, I had no choice. You don’t understand. I needed the money to fund my brother’s heart operation. He is in a hospital and so vulnerable. If he doesn’t have the operation soon, he will die. I am all he has. Please don’t call the police. I will do anything to . . .”
“I have to report this,” the man behind the desk curtly informed her.
“Please, I am begging you,” she pleaded. “Don’t do this to my brother. You know how sick he is. I have told you on numerous occasions. He is mentally ill as well. Please, if they put me in prison he won’t survive. I will pay back every penny. Please.”
“How do I know you won’t do it again?”
“I won’t. I promise.”
Louise was desperate, the tears in her eyes ready to spill.
Clara heard the businessman behind the desk sigh.
“Your actions must be punished.”
“There might be another way, sir,” his colleague said severely. “You could set the punishment for her yourself without involving the police. It is in the guidelines you set for running the company. Normally the police are involved in cases of theft but bearing in mind the circumstances of this case I believe it could be arranged.”
Silence ensued and then the man behind the desk spoke again.
“I should really report you to the police but I don’t want to do that to your sick brother. I know first hand how hard things have been for you both recently. I don’t want to add to it but you have stolen from my company and I can’t let that go. You should have come to me. You know I would have helped you, Louise. If you will agree to be disciplined in the manner I set out, then the police will not be called. It is up to you.”
“What does this discipline entail?” Louise asked with cautious curiosity in her tone.
“A spanking across your bare bottom over my knee, then over Charles’s before a whipping once more over your butt which will be conducted naked in front of a viewing male audience in a few days. You will also have to endure an intimate medical examination of your pelvic and anal area before we can assess you are suitable for the second punishment,” he told her matter of a fact.
Clara could feel the rise of anxiety throughout Louise’s body making it tremble. The impulse to bolt from the room was strong but she stood firm knowing she had no choice but to agree.
“Do you consent to the punishment?” Charles asked.
“Y . . .Yes. I do,” Louise stammered.
“Good. Then let’s begin. Charles, raise her skirt and pull down her panties. Then drape her over my knees. Please film the whole spanking for our records.”
Charles locked the door and came towards her. Louise backed away but he skilfully caught her wrist and pulled her to him. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him bend to sweep his hands over her shiny silk black skirt and forced it to rise up over her thighs. He bunched it at her waist. Louise closed her eyes feeling her cheeks warm as he cast his eyes over the small patch of flimsy lace covering her pussy and bottom. Without hesitation or lingering, he held both sides of the panties and ripped them down over her bottom to just below her thighs, exposing the tight neatly trimmed curls of her vulva.
“Very nice,” he said before standing and leading her to the man in charge.
Dying of embarrassment and humiliation, Louise followed him to her boss, hobbling in her high heels, her walking hampered by the panties around her legs. Then he lowered her over the CEO’s knees, pausing to lift her buttocks and arrange her body so that she was adequately prepared for the man’s hand.
Clara watched the CEO’s large palm smooth over one of Louise’s buttocks as though to calm and prepare her.
“You have a lovely round tight bottom. I am going to enjoy colouring it a hot red. A woman always looks more attractive with a red spanked bottom,” he informed her.
The first slap came hard and unforgiving. Louise yelped loudly and sobbed on the second. Clara watched her bare bottom, jump and quiver as Charles filmed the whole chastisement, remembering to pan the camera closer as her bottom then the tender backs of her thighs were coloured red with the CEO’s firm spanking hand as it struck her rump over and over again without mercy.
Clara watched fascinated. Whenever she experienced a vision she saw herself standing in the scene before her, observing unnoticed. The image was so strong and her presence so real, she could feel the carpet beneath her shoes and smell the CEO’s cologne with hints of fresh pine and citrus tones but today there was something different. There was someone with her. A handsome raven haired man with haunting black eyes dressed smartly in a black suit. He wasn’t interested in the punishment but instead was watching her intently from the corner of the room and the one thing, Clara was sure of was that he was not alive. He was a ghost. One that had infiltrated her vision unawares and she wasn’t sure whether his intention was good or bad.