"Laura Learns" went live on Amazon yesterday! $3.99. And I'm excited to announce that "Laura Challenges" will be going on sale soon- details ASAP.

So now a snippet-

Tonya nodded. "They should have a four tailed tawse here, but are you sure on that detail? Those are intense toys. Even with Laura's possibly lesser strength, it's still likely to hurt a lot." She looked over her shoulder at Josh. "Sir, do you have any straps that I could use to give Jack a small demonstration?"

"Sure." Josh unclipped a thin, black leather strap that hung from one belt loop and handed it to Tonya.

"I know you've been learning a bunch on the giving end, but receiving?" Tonya raised an eyebrow.

"Well, no. Tom said that in this week we'd have the chance to experience more sensations." Jack glanced nervously at Laura.

"Place your hands on the desk, palms up," Tonya ordered.

Laura sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as Jack lowered his hands between two piles of papers.

"Do I have permission for some slaps on your palms, naughty boy?" Tonya grinned as her word choice brought reddening heat into Jack's cheeks.

"Yes," Jack croaked. His focus shrank to his sweaty palms and the implement in Tonya's hand.

"This is just a thin leather strap on your palms, not the four tailed tawse on your ass, as you're dreaming." Tonya brought the flat side of the toy down on Jack's right palm.

Gasping and pulling his hand away, Jack stared at Tonya with an open mouth.

"You didn't experiment with any toys on yourself first?" Tonya challenged.

"I haven't used much more than sex toys and my hand on Laura so far. I believe she was content to wait on impact play until I'd learned more."

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Blurb:
​In a continuation of their story, Laura and Jack delve further into their fantasies and desires. Laura's challenge for Jack and herself continues into ageplay. For a wonderful week, they enjoy a variety of roles and play that falls under ageplay, including Jack finding himself experiencing a long-held fantasy. Little girl, strict Daddy, rowdy boy, and stern schoolmarm- they try it all and more. They find that their ages won't stop them from making new friends and learning new things.

Their relationship including and beyond their BDSM play continues to grow, leading Jack to buy a ring. How does Laura respond to Jack's proposal?

After telling Kathryn Blake that I'd take part this week, I almost forgot. Please don't tell my Master; I'm sure He'll give me lines rather than a nice spanking. I decided to share some of "Laura Learns"- it's currently with the editor and we're hoping to release it soon. I tried to find a hand spanking, but came across this section in Jack's POV and wanted to share. They're scene-ing at a club.
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What was it that Tom did to make Nadia come from just a whipping? Was it all that whispering? He returned to whipping her thighs and even her calves as he studied her body movements. “You're making me think you can orgasm from just a flogging.” The leather played over her ass. This domination is truly arousing me. “I can't wait to get you home and have you laying on the bed, naked, your legs spread so I can fuck you hard when I'm ready.”

​“Yes, please, Sir.”

Thanks to planning and writing in June, I wound up with the first Monday in August written; next week I'll be looking at Kayla's inspiration pictures again. *I'm hoping before this post goes live that I've already won Camp Nano in July.*
I haven't spent enough time with my virtual family before pre-writing for July and so another one happened with "Vala's Story" people- this time, The Queen and Vala.
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“Joelle, you were right! A tricycle like yours but sized for me is divine.” The Queen caressed the polished chrome of the handle bars.
“I'm glad you enjoy it, but are you going to keep talking to me, ignoring your ride and Vala in the basket?” I laughed.
“Fine. Thou can finish your ride and I shall enjoy mine.”
I snorted. Thou.


“This should be a good workout, my Queen.” Vala giggled.

The Queen reached back to pat Vala's floppy sun hat. “Are you saying you are too heavy?”

“Never, my Queen. My thinking about my weight isn't that disordered. Remember, Amy considers me largely recovered from my anorexia?”

“Of course.” The Queen leaned forward to take a sip from his water bottle. “If you need a drink, let me know. I'm planning to take regular breaks when the road shifts from paved to gravel.”

“Yes, my Queen.”

He turned his focus to peddling and the road before them. Getting up to a good speed on paved road was nothing, but he worried that his physicality had fallen some since retirement, even if that was only from business. He took a quick look over his shoulder at Vala; her sundress, its powder blue silk sliding against her skin, sparkled in the sunlight. Why would I think I'm less physically active with my loves? I lifted Vala and placed her in the basket. No cars traveled down the road as he turned right at the first intersection.

“May we please stop at the frozen custard place, my Queen?” Vala suddenly begged.

“Sure.” He shoved extra force into his legs as they started over a patch of gravel road. His fingers curled tightly around the black leather handle grips. The pressure of the bike seat against his balls pushed him to greater speed even as the gravel made it more difficult. Words came to his lips, but he held them inside.

After adjusting the blanket underneath her, she quickly stilled again as they were still on the gravel road.

Such a good girl. Maybe after this, she can lead me in that special yoga breathing that she learned at the school Simon enjoys. The strength in his thighs pulled his attention to that part of his body. He pulled air into his lungs until a slight burn stroked him; he released it as they headed down a sloping road. He pondered. How alike climbing a hill and climbing toward orgasm are alike.

Light, billowy clouds traveled in front of the sun; the coolness seemed like Vala wiping his face with a cool rag after they'd made love.

They reached a valley of road, small ranch houses on either side. Birds chirped through the rural wilderness.

A groan vibrated his lips although he swallowed the sound. He breathed in until he smelled her jasmine-based perfume. The trembling of release passed through his body while he struggled to turn onto another street. Soon he was climbing another hill, although this time, it was on a paved street. The release intensified when he reached the summit of the road and he gently worked the handbrakes to prevent the bike from going out of his control.

“Yay! Frozen custard!” She clapped her hands.

Near the base of that hilly road, he turned into the stand's parking lot. That was an experience.

The Queen hunched over the handle bars, Vala leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his chest. She pressed her face into his hair, against his neck. “That was beautiful. Thanks, my Queen.”

Silly me, I'm at the mall (thank goodness for laptops) because the AC isn't working at home, and I realized that I forgot the notebook I wrote in yesterday so I could lay on the cool floor in the basement. Ah, the prompt: “intimacy in a pool of water.” I have such diverse thoughts on this. “Sex on the beach” and “sex in a swimming pool” are both common enough fantasies, but as my reading has shown me, neither are very good in reality; in my “Vala's Story” story-verse, the rules around the indoor pool are delightfully specific and only partially shaped by BDSM.

Since I already dipped into that story-verse with my girlfriend Audrey (it'll be “last week” when this is actually posted), I figured I'll stay there. There's another body of water in The Queen's mansion that doesn't have tons of rules- why doesn't anyone think about how chlorine on the genitals would be bad? And thank you very much, but I don't relish the idea of sand between my buttcheeks.) I'm waiting for the players in the Oasis- one of his small, themed playrooms- to step forward.
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I leaned back against the wall with the comfortably thick “outdoor blanket” separating me from the sand. The Queen promised me the chance to be a voyeur.

Suddenly the door sprung open to admit Tommy and Simon; I was struck by everything about them.

Tommy's deep black hair had been cut in messy bunches, giving him an extra shaggy look. The whites of his eyes had turned pinkish and the tears still poured down his cheeks. His pale skin was highlighted by the dirty white straitjacket restraining his torso and arms. His semi-hard cock rested against his thigh.

Smoldering with intensity, Simon's eyes moved over Tommy's shuddering form. Tight black jeans showed off how tanned the rest of him was. “Time to get in the water, little boy,” he growled.

“Ye-yes, sir,” Tommy whimpered. His toes pushed into the sand.

Simon moved behind Tommy. His lips pressed against the metal-encircled neck. “Are you my good boy?”

“Yes, yes! Please, sir.” Tommy jerked as Simon obviously worked on the buckles. “Need you.”

“Of course you do.” Simon reached around Tommy to pull his arms away from his body. “How is it feeling so far?”

“Okay. Um, miss the... tightness.” Tommy wavered on his feet as if ready to fall to his knees.

Circling around to Tommy's front again, Simon paused and placed his hand on Tommy's cheek. “I'll hold you tight in a moment.” He grabbed the jacket at the shoulders and eased it off Tommy before tossing it to the floor. With flying fingers and pushing hands, he removed his jeans and pulled Tommy back against him. His eyes closing in bliss, he kissed Tommy hard until the boy moaned against him. Continuing in the kiss, he walked them backward to the pool. “Easy now,” he muttered into the kiss as they took gentle steps into the warm water. He helped Tommy to ease down into the pool so they could lean against the side.

“Love you, love you.” Tommy's head rocked against the pool's side.

“Love you too. Relax now.” Simon brushed Tommy's hair away from his face. “Such a good boy.” He sprinkled kisses over his love's moist face.

“Might I be a little more than a voyeur?” I asked Simon.

Simon nodded. “Just keep your voice down.”

“Was he very wound up?” I asked.

Simon nodded again.

“Has he earned an orgasm?”

Rolling his eyes, Simon asked, “Is that all you think of?” Before I could respond, he continued on, “First this bath and then probably some snacks. You saw how I marked his ass and thighs, yes?”

Tommy pressed his face against Simon's neck.

Simon wrapped his arms around Tommy's chest and held him tight. “Sh, little boy. You don't have to be alone ever again.”

I held in any comment; poor Tommy, still so hurt by his parents' abuse too. Looking around, I spotted a perspiring bottle of water and held it out to Simon.

“Thanks.” Simon took the bottle and pushed the cap off with the same hand. “Tommy, drink.”

Tommy lifted his head enough to give his lips to Simon and the water bottle. He drank deeply until seized with a coughing fit.

Simon patted Tommy's back and passed the half-empty bottle to me. “Okay?”

“Mhm.” Tommy pressed down against Simon. Then his ass lifted just out of the water. “Awww,” he sighed.

“Good, little boy. Did you have a good orgasm?” Simon cooed.

“Yes, love.” Tommy coughed again.

“I love watching you two, whatever you're doing,” I said.

“We do tend to play harder than you enjoy for yourself with Shaman anymore.” Simon accepted the water bottle back from me. “Can you tell Raanan that he and Gaelan need to change the water?”

“Sure.” Careful not to lose my balance on the sand, I crossed the room to the intercom box. I looked closely at what I'd never described well in the Vala's Story books. My gaze sped through the sections until I found first the slave quarters and then Raanan's room. “Raanan? Simon wants the water in the Oasis changed in awhile.”

“Got it, my Lord,” Raanan said a moment later. “Joelle, good to hear your voice.”

I returned to the blanket and knocked the sand off my feet.

Tommy looked into my eyes for a long moment before muttering, “Thanks, Joelle.”

​“You're welcome. I hope you enjoy the rest of aftercare.” I leaned back against the wall and pondered what I'd been invited to watch.

When this post goes live, I'll be 15 days into Camp Nano July, writing away at the second book to jack & Laura's trilogy. I hope you enjoy this snippet of their first book, "Laura Challenges."
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Jack scrolled over the page of sex toys. He smiled at one particularly intriguing set. "She would look hot in those black cuffs." He returned to the top of the page and made a note of the store's location and hours. He sighed and shook his head. "Can't go acting like a teen boy."

A bark beside his office chair alerted him to Mike's presence.

​He leaned over to pet his dog's sandy-colored head. "I think Laura will be excited to find out about you."

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​"Laura Learns"

When Laura goes out one night, she doesn't expect to meet a handsome eligible man. She definitely doesn't expect him to be interested in her or to ask her out on a date. Laura hits it off with Jack right from the beginning and there's an easy connection between them. But an experience on their remarkable first date pushes her to wonder if she can have something more with Jack.

Would he be a compatible partner in meeting her sexual desires? Laura decides she wants to push her own boundaries and explore the world of BDSM. Can Jack still be the man for her? She'll find out if he's up to take her challenge.

Author's Note: This book includes spankings, BDSM activities, sexual activity between a cisgender man and a cisgender woman. Please do not buy if such material offends you.

Available on:
Amazon
Amazon UK
B&N

Hello all! Long time, no see. I'm still getting better and trying to be more active. Since by the time this goes live, I'll be working hard on "Laura Learns" (book 2 in the Laura and Jack trilogy), I wanted to share this snippet from the beginning of "Laura Challenges" (book 1).
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"Mind if I join you?" A man with the smoky good looks of a model stood beside Laura's table.

"Not at all. My name is Laura and you are?" She gestured toward the empty chair across the small black table holding her drink and purse. She took in the neatly trimmed beard that lent him a rugged look, his buzzed head that made her think dirty thoughts of her fingers moving over his head, the way his chest filled out his shirt.

​"I'm Jack."

Blurb:
When Laura goes out one night, she doesn't expect to meet a handsome eligible man. She definitely doesn't expect him to be interested in her or to ask her out on a date. Laura hits it off with Jack right from the beginning and there's an easy connection between them. But an experience on their remarkable first date pushes her to wonder if she can have something more with Jack.
Would he be a compatible partner in meeting her sexual desires? Laura decides she wants to push her own boundaries and explore the world of BDSM. Can Jack still be the man for her? She'll find out if he's up to take her challenge.

​Available on:
Amazon
Amazon UK
B&N

For #TherapeuticThursday, I wrote several posts this month to get ready for Camp Nano next month. I hope you enjoy them!
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​Fiction or non-fiction? Sex/BDSM scene? All, both, or none of these? I admit to questioning these things as I prepared the file to write this piece; I was totally unsure about how I wanted to precede. With my work in therapy (spending time with a Cognitive-Behavioral therapy workbook my therapist recommended), I'm reminded of how my Master has encouraged me both with simple comments and BDSM orders to do what the workbook has me doing- thank goodness, since I've been able to think “Yeah, the author of the book seems like a jerk, but I'll just listen to my Master better.”

So even though I still need to approach these “core beliefs” with my therapist, I'm going to consider what/how my Master has already turned them into an affirmative statement at some point, using the power of being the dominant in the relationship to work on convincing me that my core belief is incorrect.

A. I am worthless.
“You're awesome, you know that?” “I'm so lucky that you aren't like non-gaming wives or girlfriends who make other guys feel bad about going to the gaming store.” “I love most anything you cook.” “My wife's vegan and she makes the best steak I've ever eaten.” Those are just a few things my Master has either said to me or posted on social media about me. One would look at that list and say, “Then why do you still hold your core belief?” As I ponder that question, I also think of how I have to print this out for my therapist LOL. The other thing I ponder, why did I leave them in the order I wrote them in when my therapist assigned this core belief thing to me- look ahead to section D.- that one does a good job explaining A. and B. My Master has had about 19 years now working to undo the results of my mother's abuse; sadly, I had to get to a point where I was ready to cut ties with my parents (and only did it this January before my 40th birthday)- if He thought it would have worked, He would have ordered it years ago.

B. I can't do anything right.
Reprising “My wife's vegan and she makes the best steak I've ever eaten.” Yeah, this is another “I couldn't do what my mother wanted.” She wanted a popular child, not an infamous one. She wanted a friendly child, and a studious one. My Master? He wants to hold me with He sleeps, enjoy a steak when we can afford one, enjoy two bologna sandwiches every work shift, decently clean house, and clean clothes- especially socks and underwear. Yes, His wants are practical and possible.

C. I will never be conventionally attractive.
I don't want to be conventionally attractive; my Master doesn't want me to be conventionally attractive. Hm, maybe I should have hit this point as “why do 4 of 5 points have something to do with my mother?” But like if we start with weight/size. According to an “ideal body weight” scale I saw, I should be 95 pounds; according to body mass index, I should be 103 pounds. My Master doesn't agree with either number; He's recommended, “If you'd like to lose your little belly, you should set your goal at 125 pounds. I like them small, not skeletal.” I went on my first diet at 6 years old; I followed my mother's yo-yo dieting until it become serious anorexia as a teen. Maybe one of these days, I should try to get a full picture of me :D Most of my selfies are head/chest.

D. I will never be what my mother wants.
You know, I'm not sure exactly why I put this one down. When my daughter came out as transgender back in 2015, I texted my parents, “Lose this phone number.” Because they couldn't back off, I sent a card before my 40th birthday this year, stating that I'd call the cops if they ever set foot on my property. Yes, I will never be what she wants. I'm sure a small part of me would actually like to have a healthy relationship with my mother, but that's just not reality.

E. I will never belong anywhere.
When I first seriously began to interrogate this core belief, my first thought was, “Why am I discounting my online life? I rail against people who consider online friendships, queer-platonic relationships, and romances as less than physical ones.” Of course, that might be the indirect response to this core belief; my mother is of a generation before the Internet even existed and she never became comfortable in its use even for the most basic of things- looking up a phone number? Finding show times at a movie theater? I also remember “before the Internet,” but I think part of my difference is that speaking is often painful for me so a place where I can socialize in the written word? My goodness! Yes, please! LOL

Summarizing paragraph here :D (I know, I'm not supposed to announce that or something.) Connecting this topic to my writing? If a reader considers that pieces of an author show up in most of their characters, you can locate all 5 of these core beliefs in my characters- sometimes even all in the same character. I was just trying to think of specific character examples for the core beliefs and realized that it's hard not to find a character of mine that doesn't fit into at least one category.

Enjoy a recent selfie- I'm just wearing my chest binder on the top. Ah, being agender and comfortable in my skin.

I'm feeling really off-kilter today; don't ask me why. Interesting inspiration picture, but after writing special scenes for my Master focused on anal plugs, I'm feeling tapped out on the subject. I could easily blame my feeling off-kilter on a bunch of things. Sighs. At least the heatwave of last week broke; at its worst, it got to 92 degrees Fahrenheit in my house. Hey, maybe that means there should be ice in my piece for today :D
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Lady Audrey reclined on the blanket, her forearms holding her up.

“Thanks for spending this time relaxing with me, my Lady,” Didier murmured.

“Since you asked for cuddles outside, I had to see what you were thinking, my boy.” She pressed the soles of her feet against his.

“I was watching this episode on Ash Hardell's YouTube channel and it made me think, my Lady. Outside, a nice blanket, ice cubes, and closeness. It's just on the side of wanting cuddles, my Lady.”

Audrey laughed. “Well, outside of AC. I could stand cuddles from you any time you're willing.”

He lowered his eyelashes and blushed, the heat coming in small circles in his cheeks. “Thanks, my Lady.” He spread his toes so she could press hers between his.

“I love your aesthetic choices when given permission for moments such as these.” Her gold nail polish catching a glint of sunlight, she traced bowl's rim as the ice cubes clinked against each other. “Might I use one of these ice cubes on you?”

“Yes, please, my Lady.” His shoulders twitched in delight.

Clasping one cube between her thumb and index finger, she stroked his lips. “Let me know if anything gets too sexual for your comfort.”

“Yes, my Lady.” His pulse increased with her caring respect.

Drops of moisture leaving a trail on his bronzed skin, she pulled the ice down his shoulder and onto his bicep. She repeated the gesture oh so slowly on his other arm. “Your toes aren't feeling ticklish today, are they?” She backed up onto her knees just beyond his feet.

“You know the question always makes me feel ticklish even if I wasn't already, my Lady.” Didier grinned. “Not that I'm begging you to stop.”

“Though maybe not your toes need ice.” She pressed the ice against the sole of his foot.

“Ah!” He threw back his head, his shaggy black bangs moving away from his eyes.

She drew the ice cube away and moved it over her body, clad as it was in a tempting yellow string bikini. Her skin sparkling with beads of moisture, she asked, “How about that cuddle now?”

“Yes, thanks, my Lady. Thanks for understanding me without needing to hear specific words.” He moved onto his side and entered her embrace as she entered his. He rested his fingers against the nape of her neck as the coolness and heat of her moved over him. “Love you, my Lady.”

“Love you.” Lady Audrey pressed a kiss to Didier's forehead. 

Not feeling too good, so it took me until Monday morning to manage to finish this piece, but the gorgeous inspiration picture Kayla picked by @EdgeEcstatic totally gave me the idea for the scene; I'm so glad he shared the image on Twitter. To me, he totally looked like Ely, after he'd lived with The Queen awhile and had the chance to grow out his hair some.
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​The Queen shook talcum powder over Ely's naked body. He rubbed the powder over pecs, abs, thighs. Holding a pair of dark brown leather pants, he ordered, “Boy, step in.”

His trembling just visible, Ely stepped in with one leg, the powder easing the way. He gazed into his Master's piercing blue eyes as his body obeyed the rest of the order.

“Good boy,” The Queen purred as he cupped Ely's cock over the removable panel. He lifted a black leather vest and held it for the boy to slip his arms in. After buttoning the two shiny brass buttons at the bottom, he traced his index finger down the middle of Ely's chest.

“My Queen,” Ely whimpered.

The Queen secured a thick gray leather band on one of Ely's biceps and then the other. He crossed the room to remove a tub of coconut oil from a chest. He took Ely's right hand and squeezed some oil onto the palm. Then he sat in a nearby throne. “Remove the crotch piece and make yourself come.”

“Yes, my Queen.” Ely's thin fingers sought out the edge of the leather piece; the echo of the button halves separating filled the room. The leather falling to floor, he grasped his semi-hard cock with his right hand. His shoulder length blond hair fell forward.

“I like this longer hair, boy.” The Queen palmed his erection through his jeans. He adjusted himself so he didn't push against the zipper. He let a grin appear on his parted lips as Ely's hand slid up and down his hardening cock. Feeling his pulse increase, he enjoyed the show. Gleaming moisture collected across the parts of Ely's chest revealed by the vest. His fingers wandered over his own chest; he wallowed in the intense pleasure. “How hungry are you, my boy?”

“Huh, Queen?” Ely grunted.

“How. Hungry. Are. You? To come? To make me come?” The Queen taunted, carefully pronouncing his words.
“Both. Very. Come. Please, my Queen.” He pulled his foreskin up with his next stroke before pushing it back down for his fingers to move over his glans.

“What was my order?” The Queen pinched his nipple; his toes curled into the carpet.

“To... to make myself... come.” Ely's hips swayed back and forth. “My Queen.” His left hand traveled to his chest, moving through his gorgeous hair.

“I want you to come into your hand and then bring it to me.” The Queen's tongue moved against the inside of his mouth.

“Yes! Yes, my Queen.” Ely panted and rocked on his feet. His left hand slipped down to rub and squeeze his balls.

The Queen pulled the button loose on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. He eased his hard cock out. His hands both moved to his chest, fingertips traveling through his dense chest hair.

Ely grunted. “Yes, my Queen! Ca--coming! My Queen! Unh!” He wrapped his hand around the head of his cock. He dropped to the floor, his left hand and knees stopping his fall. Crawling one handed, he quickly made it to The Queen.

Leaning over, The Queen grabbed Ely's right fist with one hand and his hair with the other. He lead Ely's mouth onto his cock before he pried open the fingers holding onto the cum that he feasted on.

Deep groans and grunts sounded from around The Queen's cock. Ely rocked his hips as the first spurt of The Queen's cum hit the back of his throat.

“Good boy.” The Queen's hand tightened in Ely's hair. His feet moved to press against Ely's hips. “Good, good boy.” He let the boy's wet hand fall to his knee as he leaned forward to kiss his moist forehead. “And now to the music room to relax.”

“Thanks, my Queen,” Ely gasped, his mouth resting on The Queen's lower abs.

Check out the other hot bloggers taking part in #MasturbationMonday this week here.

I wanted to make sure I didn't miss #WipItUpWednesday a 3rd week in a row, get some notes out of "Laura Learns" so I'd have a better idea of the book's length (looking to be shorter like "Laura Challenges," which was 47K after the editor did her magic, and also share a bit of scene that isn't going to be in the finished book because the chapter it would go in is in Jack's POV and this is in Laura's. After Jack is taken off in the adult bookstore to look at ageplay-related costumes, Laura discusses with the experienced Tonya about impact play. 
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​"Now that he's gone, I have a few suggestions just for you," Tonya started, only continuing after Laura nodded, "You saw how he responded to the simple lash on his palms and what he's thinking on is way, way worse."

Laura swallowed hard. "Could you please do the same for me? He wasn't exaggerating about how little we've tried implements so far."

"Of course. Same deal. Palms out. Same strength I used on him?"

Laura nodded. The metal desk felt so cold against the tops of her hands as she pressed them down in the same place Jack had, her arms flexing as she tried to control the trembling that crept through her body.

Tonya traced the supple leather over Laura's left palm before lifting and bringing it crashing down again.

Moaning, Laura let her eyes slip shut.

"Something tells me where this challenge may be heading." Tonya rubbed her thumb over Laura's punished skin.

"I-I'm not into women," Laura protested.

"No, but you certainly enjoyed that in a way he didn't." Continuing to rub Laura's palm, Tonya urged, "Open your eyes, hon. That's all we're doing, 'cept for talking."

Laura wetted her lips with her tongue before complying. "I didn't just moan at that, did I?" she giggled.

"So teasing aside, I have a serious suggestion with the difference in your responses to a moderate lash with a simple strap. You should show him the four tailed tawse and once he's bent over the desk you should switch to a strap."

"Isn't this the sort of scene where a number of lashes is counted?"

"Often it is. What are you thinking for a number since he didn't have a request?"

"What if I said forty? That doesn't seem like too low a number, but not pushing him so hard that he's guaranteed to safe word. He should feel overall good, right?"

"I have to agree, since he isn't a serious masochist. It's too bad that the scene he wants doesn't allow for a warm up spanking. Unless—" Tonya started to laugh.

"What?" Laura demanded even as she joined Tonya in laughter.

"I could surprise him with a 'I think a little boy needs a spanking before he gets his scene. Do you think he'd be game?"

"That sounds like great fun. I love it! So did you have any other thoughts just for me?"

Controlling her mirth, Tonya asked, "Are you okay running with no script?"

Laura nodded. "I should just be able to watch some old movie to get an idea of how to start talking?"

"Yeah. Okay, let's join them. Chris, Amy, you both coming?"

Chris helped Amy to her feet. "Just after you, Momma."