The Patient Man (Part 2)

Paul couldn’t help but admire the view as he approached her. The way she was spread open for him was so inviting, and in many ways, quite distracting. It would be easy to just relent, and admit defeat, just to be inside of her. But, he could be just as stubborn as she was intent on being, besides…it wasn’t a part of the plan.

Stay focused, he thought to himself, this is going to be a long, fun night.

As he stepped up to her, he ran his fingers lightly over her exposed ass cheeks. He smiled, tracing the red welts gently with his fingertips, and watched the fire get brighter in her eyes. Their time had started much earlier in the evening, even before they had entered the room at all. In fact, her being in the swing was the second part of the night.

While they were becoming more comfortable being in each other’s presence, up until that evening, there had been no impact play at all. Not that he hadn’t wanted there to be any, they just took their time building up to that moment. Their days had been spent getting to know one another, and take in the local sights, while their nights had been spent getting to know one another on a more intimate level.

Then, what had started as heavy petting during an early evening quickie, escalated to another level entirely when he had smacked her bare ass playfully. That one smack had flipped a switch in them both, igniting their desire for much more. He could still see the look in her eyes after that first smack, and how she arched her back, raising her backside up for more.

He had been more than willing to oblige too, bringing his hand down on the other cheek tentatively testing the water. The look she threw him had said volumes, more than anything she could have said verbally. More, harder, the fiery look read as she wiggled her ass seductively, and that was all he needed to know.

Soon after, Paul was beating a steady tattoo on her round cheeks, watching them turn red as her yelps of pain turned to moans of pleasure. He loved the feel of her flesh beneath the palm of his hand, and the resulting sting from each hard smack. The smell of her arousal permeated the room as moisture began forming on her folds.

Pausing, he slipped his long fingers between her folds, and sheathed them in her velvet embrace with a single thrust. The urge to take her right then had been overwhelming to say the least, especially when he felt her clasp hard around his fingers. However, she must have seen the glint in his eyes when she looked over her shoulder at him.

“The room,” was all she said, and they both knew what that meant.

Now, here she was, bound and spread on the swing she had lovingly caressed just a couple days prior when she was shown the room for the first time. They had discussed this room many times over the past several months as he was getting it setup. Their safe word was long established. It was to be their escape, where reality was put on hold and left at the door, even if only for the time they were immersed in one another.

“Are you ready?” Paul asked her, running his fingers along her inner thigh.

(To be continued)

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© AC Elliott, 14-Aug-18

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7 Days, 7 Black and White Photos – Day 5

Even though I haven’t posted pictures on this blog very much and I don’t usually partake in “awards”, etc., this looked like something fun to do. So, I figured…why not?

I was nominated by Caribou Crossings.

The pictures are to contain no people and no explanations. Also, I’m supposed to nominate some new each day. However, I am going to leave that open for anyone that wants to take part in it.

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AC Elliott, 8-Dec-17

Just wanted to share…cover release for Byron Cane’s spanking novella

Just a heads up on an upcoming novella from a fellow writer. Check it out, when it’s done, I’m sure it will be a spanking good read.

Ina Morata

stephanieAs you know, if you’re a regular visitor to my blog, I have been a teeny weeny bit excitable (and absent) of late, due to my publishing business opening and taking off rather nicely. This is due in no small thanks to some really lovely people who have supported me, and those who have already submitted work or sent queries.

This is only a short post, but I really wanted to share with you the beautiful cover that the designer produced for Byron Cane’s erotic novella, The Spanking Misadventures of Stephanie, just because I think it’s gorgeous!

I was so happy when I received it that I could have cried. Now I just can’t wait for us to complete the edits and proofing on the book so I can make it available for e-readers, and take it to print! I wrote a bit more about the designer here

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Under the Stars (A Mondo)

In the dark of night
Under a blanket of stars
What do you dream of?
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© AC Elliott, 21-Aug-17

It has been a long while since I wrote one of these, and I’m trying to get back into the swing of things.  So, I thought I would try it out again. I’m curious to see any are willing to partake with a response.  For this one, I chose to use the 5-7-5 syllable pattern.

A Mondo is essentially a question/answer poetry between two people.  Typically it follows a Zen like pattern, where the “student” is taking the understanding from nature.  In this case, I strayed from the norm (somewhat).

The Mondo is:

  • written by 2 separate poets, one asking, one answering.
  • 2 stanzas of 3 lines each, 19 syllables or less, often 5-7-7, sometime 5-7- 5 is used for each stanza. The first stanza is the question, the 2nd is the response.
  • written in the spirit of Zen, responsive through meditation and observation of natural surroundings.