Everyone has secrets, but most don’t have major implications.
When Jenny tries to keep her weekend activities from Cal, the repercussions of him finding out land only on her. But some secrets are bigger and more far reaching.
You would think that as long as Cassie, Sue and Annie have known each other, surely, they could have no real secrets from one another. But you’d be surprised. The full truth behind one secret may never be known, another could change the face of The Landing forever. From steamy sex to both playful and painful spankings, the people on the river continue to live and love and marvel at all that are learning.
Publisher’s Note: This humorous, action-filled story contains a theme of power exchange.
As usual, Tom was gentle as he arranged Cassie across his lap, even making sure her hand was supported by a pillow, before beginning with a hard hand spanking. Cassie jumped at the first swat as she often did. Tom spanked her all the time, nearly daily, and she loved it. Spankings were fun and stinging and exciting to her. She loved the closeness and attention. But spankings like this when Tom was upset with her… these she hated. His hand certainly felt heavy today and she squirmed to get away from the assault on her rear.
“Be still,” Tom commanded as he continued to rain down swats. He began counting off the things she’d done wrong, at least in his eyes. Cassie was somewhat relieved to have the lecture begin. The longer he spanked in silence, the longer the spanking usually lasted.
She was hoping he was winding down when, as often happened, something in his lecture got him all stirred up again. “If you take the Toy out on the highway again, I’m selling it,” he told her. “You know I don’t want you out on the highway in the convertible.”
“You can’t sell it,” Cassie snapped. “It’s mine!”
Then, amazed at her own stupidity, she howled as Tom increased the tempo and the severity. “Stop! Tom, please! I just meant that I love that car. I don’t want it gone. I’ll stay off the highway, I promise.”
“For your sake, I hope you mean that,” Tom told her.
She felt him reach for the brush and she cried, “Please don’t! I’ve gotten the message, I swear!”
“Girl, you ran away from me, you didn’t stay in touch, and you put yourself in danger. When you do that, you can count on the brush every time. I wish you could get that through your head.”
Shit! Cassie nearly shouted at the first severe pop from the brush. The ivory brush was by far the worst thing in Tom’s arsenal, as he well knew. She continued to shout “Stop!” as nine more equally hard swats struck her sit spot.
As Tom dropped the brush on the bed, Cassie sagged with relief. Tom gently laid his hand on her burning bottom and rubbed. He helped her stand, and his arms encircled her for a hug before continuing with a bit more rubbing.