A time for something new… #SatSpanks

It’s the first weekend of the new year, and with it, the first #SaturdaySpanks! If you’ve not heard, my next release is coming soon, and this one’s as hot and sexy as hell. 😉
I’ve been sharing snippets from the novel for a while, but haven’t given too much away, until now… For the time being I’ll just ask this – did any of you used to read fairy tales when you were little? A story about a young blonde who stumbles across a cottage in the woods when she’s hungry and tired?
What happens if that fairy tale is real?

He moves towards me, tugging at the cover. I let go of it without a fight, revealing my breasts to his hungry eyes. “You know,” he murmurs, pressing himself into me. “I’m still supposed to spank you for your performance last night…”
A shiver of excitement runs through me at the sound of his suggestion. “Oh yeah?” I ask, glancing up at him. “Will that be your first time too?”
Heath’s smile broadens. “Sure will,” he replies, “But I reckon I’m up to it.”
I blink at him, listening to his words. “I reckon you are too,” I agree. “So, where do you want me?”
He gestures towards the table. “How about right here? The kitchen is pretty much the warmest place in the cottage.”
I glance back to where I was just laying, considering his proposal. “You want me over the table?” I enquire, surprised at the suggestion. Heath is so much greener than the others. I’d assumed he would just follow his brother’s lead, and take me over his knee.
“Sure,” he answers. “Why not?”
I suck on my lower lip. There is no good reason why not, so I move towards it wordlessly, lowering my upper body down over the hard surface, and arching my back so that my ass sticks out behind me. “Like this?” I ask, knowing full well what effect my pose will have on the man.
Heath draws in a whistle at the view. “Looks good to me,” he answers, moving to my left hip, and taking his position.
I feel the weight of his fingers at my thighs. They trail an invisible line up the inside of my flesh, making me pant before they reach my wet seam.
“Dammit, Goldie…” His voice is already a growl. “I want to be inside of you so badly.”
I turn my head left, pressing my right cheek against the coolness of the table. He smiles at me, those brown eyes swallowing me up.
“F**k me after I’m spanked?” I suggest, wiggling my reddened ass next to him.
He blinks at me, but his right hand must already be in the air, because seconds afterwards his palm lands against my backside.
I flinch, swallowing in air at the impact. The strike awakens the soreness from the  spanking Logan had given me earlier, and the hurt is intense.
“Why are you being spanked, Goldie?” His tone is harder as he spanks me again, and the resonance is deeply arousing. Heath has always been alluring, but without his older brothers to dominate him, it seems he is finally able to take on the leader’s role himself.
“I put myself in danger,” I murmur into the wood, pushing back against his hand as it lands against me again.
“When we found you gone, the thoughts which went through my head…” his voice trails away. “Honestly, Goldie. You may not care about yourself, but my brothers and I care about you. Have you got that?”
The crack of his palm reverberates around me, and I stretch my mouth wide at the hurt. “I’ve got it,” I whisper, although my words are lost in the sound of the next impact. For someone who claims to have never done this before, he has a good, hard swat, but once more the inadvertent consequence is the fervent desire pooling between my legs.

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