An excerpt from His Babygirl

disobey-their-daddyHappy Wednesday, everyone! Ready to find out what everyone’s been working on with the WIPitUpWednesday blog hop? We’re excited to share this snippet from our latest Boston Doms book, His Babygirl (Boston Doms Book 4)!

“Seems a good spanking is what’s in order, young lady,” he chided, intentionally speaking sternly and fixing her with a look of admonishment.

“Step out of your panties, and hand them to me.”

She stood, trembling, stepped out of her panties, and handed them over. He put the small strip of fabric in his pocket. He kept his gaze on her as he unclasped his belt. “What happens to little girls who disobey their daddies?” he asked, pulling the leather through the fabric with a soft whoosh before doubling it over. Her eyes were wide as saucers.

“They get spanked,” she whispered.

He furrowed his brow at her and pointed to the couch. “That’s right. I want you bent over the arm of the couch, toes on the floor, hands flat down in front of you. Understand me?”

She nodded, stepping over to the arm of the couch. He stood behind her and watched as she draped her naked body over the edge, obediently placing both feet on the floor as her hands splayed out on the sofa cushion.

“When Daddy give you an instruction, you’re expected to obey,” he said, and without another word, he pulled back the doubled-over belt and snapped it against her naked backside. She rose to the tips of her toes and gasped. As a reddened stripe rose on her bottom, his cock strained for release. He reared back and let loose another snap of the belt. He could easily modulate the swing of his shortened belt, especially when she was lying over the couch. He would leave her bottom stinging and warm to the touch, but not welted or bruised.

He let loose six swats, one after the other, as he lectured her about obeying.

“You’ll obey Daddy.” Whap! “You will do as you’re told.” Whap! “It’s hard for you to trust, but you’re doing so well, baby girl.” Whap! She gasped as the leather belt wrapped around her upper thighs, but he kept spanking. “You told the truth when asked, so your spanking won’t be as hard as it could be.”

Another hard swat fell, but then he was done. If she’d lied on top of it, he would’ve moved on to a good paddling, but for now, she would be repentant and submissive. She’d also be fucking wet for him.

Want to know more about His Babygirl?

Alice Cavanaugh learned early that the only person she could count on was herself. As a single mom, she works hard to provide the best life possible for her son Charlie, and to earn the respect of those around her. She might take part in a scene at The Club, but she’s way too busy to be anyone’s full-time submissive. And that’s fine with her, since the one dominant she’s fantasized about submitting to has given her nothing but mixed-signals and heartache… until now.

Alexander “Slay” Slater, a former Marine and a Dungeon Master at The Club, has been eyeing Alice for a while now… at a distance. But now that he’s set his sights on her, he’s all in. He will make her feel safe and cared for, and attend to her every need—including taking her over his knee for a sound spanking when she needs it.

But when Alice and Slay are roped into a dangerous entanglement with an insidious drug cartel, their relationship is put to the test. Can Alice trust Slay, even when it means ignoring her own fears and instincts? Can Slay keep Alice safe from the dangers that they face? Above all, can they overcome the obstacles that keep them apart—so that Slay can become Alice’s Daddy, and Alice… His Babygirl?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, mild elements of ageplay and BDSM including power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book. (full length book, 60,000 words).

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