Today we’re excited to welcome Mary Wehr to the blog to give us the details on her new release, Callie’s Daddy!
Here’s the blurb:
Twenty-six- year-old Callie Shaw has needed a father figure in her life for many years, and when she meets Brandon Clay she wonders if she might have found the man to fill that role at last. Though he spoils her and loves her dearly, Brandon is not a man to be trifled with, and when Callie lies to him and puts herself in danger she soon finds herself bent over her new daddy’s lap for a stinging spanking on her bare bottom.
Though he does not hesitate to chastise her firmly when she misbehaves, Brandon never fails to hold Callie in his arms when her punishment is over, and his strict but loving discipline ignites a fire in her which can only be quenched by surrendering her body to his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to trust her daddy to do what is best for her, even when she has been really naughty and she knows that the spanking she has coming is one she will never forget?
Publisher’s Note: Callie’s Daddy is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, age play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
And here’s a super-steamy excerpt:
“I’ll help you undress and tend to your spanking after you shower. I know how you hate smelling like beer.” Despite her concern and anxiety of not knowing what loomed ahead of her that involved his belt and her behind, she focused on his hands as he undressed her. “Arms up.” She raised her arms above her head. Brandon removed her shirt and threw it on the floor in disgust. “I should burn this flimsy piece of material. Your breasts were on display for all the men to see.” He reached around and unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled free, brushing against the coarse material of his shirt, abrading her nipples. A throaty moan escaped her lips.
Brandon whacked her ass hard then squeezed the fleshy globe to seal in the spank. “Dirty girl, teasing daddy with your tits.” He shook his head sadly. “There will be no pleasure during punishment.” His hand skittered over her hip, followed the curve of a rounded cheek and settled between her legs. Heat radiated from her core. He pulled aside the crotch of her shorts and panties. One finger slid along the seam of her pussy and slipped inside her. She gasped.
He frowned darkly. “What did daddy tell you about a wet pussy?”
She shook with arousal. “Only naughty girls wet themselves before a spanking.”
He grasped her chin in one hand and held up the other. The lamp beside the bed enhanced his glistening fingers. “Such a dirty girl you are.” He applied pressure to her jaw until she opened her mouth. One by one he inserted each finger to the hilt.
Callie closed her eyes and imagined it was his cock she worked over so diligently, but it was her taste that glided down her throat. As soon as she had cleaned all remnants of her cream, he immediately dropped to one knee and yanked her shorts and panties to her ankles. Her own musky scent assailed the air between them.
Cream oozed from her shaved pussy and trickled down her inner thighs. Her legs trembled and her pussy throbbed with such force she swayed forward, unable to keep her balance. Her hands gripped his shoulders for support, successfully closing the small space that had kept his mouth at a distance. His breath blew hot against her sensitive skin. “Daddy, please…”
Brandon inhaled sharply. “Lie down on the bed. If you keep up this dirty girl behavior, you will go to sleep with a diaper on.”
Callie waddled to the bed, her shorts still bunched at her ankles, hindering her movements, but she dare not take them off. Only daddy had the right to remove them. She made it to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. Brandon picked her up by the upper arms and set her in the middle of the bed. She glanced up at him and he arched a brow in question. With a sigh, she fell back on her elbows and bent her knees. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Callie understood this sort of punishment all too well and it was a punishment. Daddy would use his tongue to wipe her clean and she’d be instructed not to make a sound. It’d be pure torture not to be able to explode into a million pieces while his tongue lapped her sensitive skin. She lay back and raised her arms high above her head just the way he preferred whenever she wet her panties.
He tore off her shorts and panties and tossed them aside. “Knees bent and spread wide. I want to see just how wet your pink petals are.” His deep blue eyes smoldered as he inspected her pussy, but his tone remained firm. “Your cream belongs to daddy, but only when you’re a good girl, which this time you are not.” Grabbing her ankles, he pushed her legs until her heels met her backside. Callie closed her eyes, waiting to feel the wet heat of his tongue upon her skin.
“You are a naughty girl at times. But you’re my naughty girl and always will be.”
Her hips bucked, blindly seeking his touch. A slap landed between her legs. Sharp and swift and her eyes flew open.
Mary lives in Pennsylvania with her husband and a variety of pets inside the house and outside. Critters are always running around in her backyard looking for food. Being outside and surrounded by nature is her favorite pastime. She loves to read and write romances with strong stern heroes and sassy, feisty ladies. She writes Historical Westerns and Contemporary romances. ‘Callie’s Daddy’ is her first Ageplay romance.