File talk:Stage Fright.JPG

ISBN:978-1-59426-915-8
Publisher: Phaze
Content: Femdom, spanking
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'Stage Fright'

Blurb:

A happily married couple, Jared and Megan, explore the kinkier side of their sexuality. First a little spanking, and when that isn't enough, he asks for a little public exhibitionism and humiliation.

Excerpt:

Today, he'd been distracted. He chuckled. Distracted was hardly the right word, more like obsessed. He'd been thinking constantly about Megan. More precisely, he replayed the words he'd finally got the courage to say to her. For months they'd played their games, usually on weekends when they both had lots of time, but things had become a little boring so he'd upped the anti. It had taken him weeks to finally do something about it though. It had taken him years to actually break the news about his fetish to her in the first place and he was initially afraid she'd balk at something new. He had to do it in just the right way.

His mind kept going back to how worried he'd been, how afraid she'd think he was some kind of pervert or freak. They'd bantering back and forth, their usual sexual build up, that Saturday night nearly four years ago, when he suddenly felt the time was right. Megan had unwittingly set up the scenario with something like, "You'd better get the dishes put in the dishwasher before we get naked."

He'd snapped back, "Why should I? Nothing'll happen if I don't."

She looked at him, her mouth tight, eyes gleaming. He wasn't sure if she was angry, or simply surprised. She cooked; he did dishes; that's the way they did things—but not that evening.

"What do you mean, nothing will happen if you don't?" She rose from her easy chair and strode over to where he sat in his. Glaring down at him, she asked, "What did you want to happen?"

There it was. His opportunity—and with his pulse thumping in his throat, he took it. "I mean what'll you do if I refuse to do my part of the chores?"

Megan cocked her head to one side and for a moment, didn't say anything. She just looked blankly at him. And then, as if she read his mind, she said in a clear, strong voice, "Maybe I'll spank you."

Why he craved it, he didn't know, didn't much care. But the mere thought of having her spank him made his cock spring to attention. He could barely catch his breath, he was so excited. His next words came without thought, but sealed his fate. "Do it."

Again, she had fallen silent, thoughtful, before replying. When she did, she somehow clarified her own desire to dominate him. "Ask nicely."

Looking up at her, his body trembling, his heart in his throat, he managed to ask, "Please, spank me."

The evening that followed was one of the most amazing of his life. It seemed natural for Megan to take control and have him do her bidding, at least sexually. She remained dressed, in a tight pair of blue jeans and a little, white tank top that barely covered her breasts, while instructing him to drop his pants.

For the briefest instant, he thought to rebel. He was bigger, stronger, how could she order him to do anything? How could he ask her to? Doubt and fear warred within him, but he ached to obey. He'd planned it, dreamed about it, wanted it so badly he'd found the courage to start something.

He managed to get to his feet, and standing almost a foot taller than her, unbuckled his belt. He remembered his face feeling scorched with his blushing. When he pushed his jeans down, his tight, white jockeys tented in the front. His erection pulsed. He wasn't sure if he should cover it, or wait for her to say something. Indecision was a new experience for him, but one he found he liked. He waited, his pants around his ankles, while she simply returned to her easy chair and sat down.

He shifted his feet self-consciously. And still he waited.