Birches, Spanking Erotica by Lizbeth Dusseau
Over-the-knee Spanking & Domestic Discipline
The beautiful but bitchy stable owner, Amanda, learns harsh lessons going over the lap of her business partner and all-around cowboy, Jake. There's no way he'll let this nasty schemer get her way. But as Amanda struggles to hang on to her precious Birch Valley Stables, she can't stop misbehaving. She earns her red hot bottom--even as her romantic fires burn for the man she should despise. Add to this spicy story the exuberant Cissy getting punished for her reckless behavior by the County Sheriff Garth; and the innocent Midge, when her boyfriend, the no-nonsense Hank, imposes his firm spanking discipline on the innocent beauty. Official court-house discipline, anal sexuality, and brine-soaked birches give this high-spirited spanking novel crackling intensity to ignite the reader's spanking passions.
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July 27, 2010
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Excerpt from Birches by Lizbeth Dusseau
Getting Things Straight Lizbeth Dusseau (c) 2001Birches, Ebook
While Midge went to the kitchen for a couple of beers, Hank strolled about her living room looking at the many pictures on the walls.
"You take these?" he asked.
"Yes. Photography is sort of a hobby." There were dozens of the horses at the Birch Valley Stables, and others of the country landscape, and several she'd taken in the desert near Sedona on vacation a year ago.
"You've got quite a knack for capturing shadows and form."
"Thanks. I entered one in a local contest last year and won first prize. I have a few others ready for the Country Fair."
He nodded a bit respectfully, but then his eyes seemed to go from dark to darker still. It was difficult to tell what might be the cause of that, though she didn't have to wait long to find out. "Well, young lady, seems we need to get a few things straight."
"Oh!" She plopped down in her favorite chair. "Why don't you sit down, we can talk. What is it that needs to get straight?"
It was as good thing she was sitting, the way her eager body was turning to jelly. She was certain that her legs wouldn't hold her upright.
"You're so primed for a spanking, Midge McKenna, it's hard to know where to begin. Not only have you given me ample reason to take you over my lap, you've practically asked for it."
She winced a little, recalling the long conversation in the bar about her unruly life.
"You wouldn't punish me for what I told you tonight, would you?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes. Because I think that's exactly what you want. You wouldn't have told me about Reno, and drugs and cigarettes if you hadn't wanted me to notice."
She hardly knew how to reply.
"What you really need is a good man to take charge of you since you obviously have a wildness in you as wide as a river. You want it tamed, trimmed and handled. If the man you want is me, however, some things are going to change. Honestly, I'm not sure it's what you want."
"Oh, but I think it is," she jumped right in.
"You think so?"
"I do, Hank. How much more do I have to hint around?"
He chuckled, but then broke that off, "Come here."
She looked at him surprised. "There? Now?"
"That's what I said."
She smiled warily. Things were happening fast and her mind was still a little muddy from the beer. Finally, taking a long drink, she hopped up and padded to his side--beer bottle still clutched inside her palm.
Hank looked up at her, gingerly plucking the glass bottle out of her fingers. "You've had enough. Now go get your hairbrush."
Ooo, this was getting exciting. She practically giggled as she moved into her bedroom. With a quick perusal of her dresser, she tried to steer clear of the flat-backed hairbrush lying there, thinking there might be a less ominous one that would do just as well; but in the end, she grabbed for the thing and returned to Hank's side, her bottom already starting to crawl with fire from the impending sting. Biting her lip like a naughty child, she waited for him to make the next move.
"I wouldn't be so thrilled if I were you. This is going to hurt."
Of course it would. She expected that. After all, when he spanked her over top of her blue jeans it hurt. But that didn't matter, it couldn't matter. There was nothing she wanted more than this.
"Remember, Midge, this is just a start. I'm not an easy man to love. I'm hard to please, I don't compromise, and I expect obedience. If I don't get it, you get this." He waved the brush in front of her. "Is that clear?"
"Absolutely." She was so mesmerized, she could see, feel, hear and taste nothing but raw lust.
"We'll see," was all he said. He seemed to have a lot more on his mind to say, but he stopped his brief lecture there, and swiftly pulled Midge over his muscled thighs.
The expectant young woman almost sighed with relief as she settled in on the awesome warmth she found there. As he raised her short skirt, she shuddered more. Hank took his time; and the anticipation of the first strike was only compounded by the lengthy prelude. Her belly, thighs and crotch were bursting with erotic heat. And her cunt spasmed as he gently reached for the top of her pale blue panties and pulled them over her hips. One of his fingers caught the crack of her ass teasingly and she squirmed in a tiny fit. Once the panties were completely off, she knew the first smack would land soon, and looked around hoping she could anticipate the strike.
After all his careful preparations, Hank gave her just a second to panic. The first strike came with a thundering jolt--her skin instantly stinging as little rivers of pain seemed to flow outward from the center of her cheek where it landed. Delivering the second strike, Hank made this one just as harsh on the other cheek, and Midge heard herself gasp from the horror of the pain.
"If you thought this was going to be erotic, my dear, I'm afraid you're mistaken." Having said that, Hank took up a brisk, peppering rhythm; with the staccato sound of the hairbrush on skin providing an awesome accompaniment to her sad cries. The cadence of strikes moved about her sizable ass, the flesh jiggling, turning red, with her cheeks quickly looking like one glowing crimson blush of fire.
"Oh, my," her thoughts repeated as often as the hairbrush landed. And in time, the spanking became more anguished as the smacks continued at their brisk clip. There was no letting up, not even a brief pause, no matter how much she struggled, or cried woefully into the energized air about them. "Hank, no, please." Crack! "No, no, no more."
He went on despite her anxious plea. Though when he began to speak, the fierce delivery eased somewhat so she could hear what he had to say, and would be calm enough to understand his message. "You've been out-of-control, Ms. MeKenna. If you have any idea of romance with me, you're recklessness will stop. Is that clear?"
"Yes," she cried.
"'Yes, sir,' will do when you're being punished!" he snapped.
"Yes, sir," she responded instantly.
"You'll obey me, or there will be no relationship. Is that clear?"
Her bottom was so scalded, Midge didn't think she could take another strike, but Hank was not yet done. For a time, the hairbrush drifted downward, hitting the top of her thighs where that tender skin was even more sensitive to pain than the padded flesh of her ass.
"Oh, no, no, that hurts," she screamed. "Please stop!" Two especially hard cracks thundered on each cheek--first the left then the right. "Yeeeeeouch!" They signaled the beginning of the end, but Hank was not quite finished. Not until he'd covered her bottom in quick a rash of hits. The force was eased and the sting less biting, though as with every other strike of wood, these only increased the awesome burn.
Once the spanking ended, it took some seconds for Midge to grasp that Hank was finished. Certain that another strike was about to hit, her cheeks remained clenched, fearful of another round of pain. But as the seconds ticked by, she realized he was done. Having laid the hairbrush on the table beside him, he now rested the palm of his hand on her molten behind. As the warmth spread, the pain declined; and a rapturous feeling of sexual arousal took its place. As he massaged the punished cheeks, her desire began to rise wildly. Soon, she was squirming fitfully on his lap, unsure exactly how she should respond--what he actually wanted from her. His hand drifted downward to her thighs--they, too, filled with sexual sensations. When he moved deeper into the cleft of her ass, she felt his fingers first toy with the juicy portal, and then dampened, slip higher finding her rear entrance.
"Oh, my no," she purred in amazement. It was not a protest, but an acknowledgement that she'd never been played with there. And yet, her thighs opened without her realizing. As the stimulation increased, her physical response heightened. "Ah, yessssss," she finally emitted a sigh of pleasure. Though, when Hank pressing two fingers, moved beyond the tight ring of her sphincter, she froze with her body tensing anxiously.
"Relax, Midge. Your body is mine. If I want you here I'll take you here."
"Yes, sir," she answered softly as her inner muscles began to ease. He pressed his fingers more deeply with her bucking hips giving away the truth about her physical desire.
"I'll take you any way I choose, is that understood?" He spoke tenderly, but with authority. This was not something on which he would bend.
"Yes, sir," she repeated her response knowing that the answers to his questions and her reply to his play were crucial to her future with him. She would never have imagined herself becoming this yielding--even to Hank Devlin. Her fantasies were child-play compared with the reality of what he required. And yet, she was sure that she was passing his examination. Regardless of the depth to which he'd taken her, there was nothing that she wanted more than this surrender.