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jocelyn dex, paranormal romanceHappy Friday!

Wow, have I been busy! Doing what, you ask? Well, lots of stuff but most notably, participating in the Sexy to Go boxed set project. Not familiar? Check it out here. Tons of sexy reads! http://sexytogobooks.wix.com/sexytogo

Also, I’m participating in the Kindle Unlimited program with a new, short BDSM story. It’s FREE for Kindle Unlimited members and 99 cents for everyone else. I hope you’ll check it out.

one two three, bdsm, short storyOne, Two, or Three

Her husband needs to punish her on a weekly basis, but he requires a reason to justify his kink. She loves the game, the punishment, the mind blowing ecstasy, so she makes sure she’s a bad wife at every opportunity. Which punishment will she suffer today? One, Two, or Three?

Quickie Excerpt

Her husband, being uncomfortable with his kinky desires, needed a reason to play their game. Somehow it was okay if there was a reason, if it was her fault. And she was perfectly happy taking the blame if it eased his mind, made it okay to play.

Taking a guess, she said, “I didn’t make sure you had clean socks for work.”

Another stinging slap to her ass let her know she’d guessed wrong. Oh well, he would have to pick the number. Even though she liked winning, guessing correctly, it would be a win for both of them no matter which punishment was chosen.

“Hmmm,” he said. He paced behind her, the wind from his movements chilling her. The anticipation of what was to come, made her skin prickle, her pussy flood. “Guess again.”

What? He’d never given her the opportunity to guess again. Never. Any time she guessed wrong, he quickly administered the punishment of his choice. She flinched as his hands settled on her ass but relaxed when he massaged the stinging flesh.

He leaned over her body, settling the bulge in his pants between her ass cheeks. “I said, guess again.”

“Um…” She racked her brain trying to figure out what he wanted. He obviously had a specific number in mind this time, so why didn’t he just pick it? Unless it was something new, something he wasn’t comfortable choosing, needed it to be her decision so he could justify it in his mind. “The waiter?”

He pulled away and another smack landed on her ass. “What–”

And another smack. She yelped that time, her ass cheeks burning, frustration both annoying and exciting her.

“No questions. Only guesses.”

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Thanks for reading!

Have a fantastic weekend!

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