Who's Afraid of the Big, Bad Wolf? - Fairy Tales to Thrillers

Welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog! Today, I’m sharing an excerpt from my current WIP, a fantasy, spanking romance. Being thrust into an entirely different and strange world is hard. Finding out you’re the fated mate of a bossy were-wolf who isn’t afraid to spank you is harder.

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All of her life, Scarlett has dreamed of improving her dire circumstances by being selected to join the prestigious Order of the Phoenix. She’s worked hard, studied, and remained pure well into her twenties in hopeful preparation. Just when she’s about to realize her dream, the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen ruins her first meeting with the women of the order, claiming he’s rescuing her. Confused and overwhelmed, Scarlett finds herself unable to resist the man who claims to be her fated mate.

Orphaned at an early age, Monty Blackwolf has done his best to take care of his younger sister, Katina, and just when he’s nearly gotten her all grown up, Scarlett, who might as well be as helpless as a newborn kitten, rushes in to blow a huge hole in his life. He didn’t ask for a mate, and he hadn’t wanted one, but his werewolf’s heightened sense of smell makes her tantalizing even from miles away. The worst part about the sticky situation is her connection to the magical terrorist group responsible for his parents’ and older brother’s murder. Scarlett’s stubborn refusal to believe the truth doesn’t help either.

Monty’s determined to protect Scarlett from her own deeply ingrained indoctrination and The Order’s evil plans for her even if he has to spank her bottom until it’s the same color as her beautiful crimson hair. Compounding his difficulties, he’s afflicted with a unique, third shifter-form he doesn’t fully understand and isn’t able to control. Will Monty be able to save Scarlett or will he prove to be more of a danger to her than anyone else?

EXCERPT

Katina furrowed her brow as she watched through her phone’s viewfinder. Her nostrils flared as she muttered, “Unbelievable.”

“Jay, please stop.” The woman’s pleas were ignored as her spanking continued. Most of the crowd had continued on with their business with very few openly watching.

Scarlett squeezed her eyes closed, flinching with each thwacking sound. The second-hand embarrassment made her want to hide in the ladies’ room. She leaned closer to Katina. “Maybe we should leave.”

“Not a chance.” The she-wolf practically spat the words.

“Jay!” Scarlett glanced over in response to the woman’s exclamation, finding the woman standing now as the spanker pulling against the waistband of her jeans as if attempting to peek down at her chastised bottom. His hand slipped down the backside of her pants, and the woman squawked.

“Where is it?” His voice was harsh, angry.

“What?”

A hard swat landed on her thigh. “You know what. You were told last night to wear it all day.”

“I’m so sorry! I forgot.” As the woman pushed up on her tiptoes and dropped down again, tears welled up in Scarlett’s eyes.

“You’re going to be sorry alright.” He unfastened his belt and slipped it off. Katina had stopped filming and was furiously tapping on her screen. Scarlett tried to ignore the disturbing scene, but she couldn’t force the memories of her own spankings from her mind. She pressed her thighs together, images of Monty pulling her over his lap burning into her brain. The woman being punished next to her cried as the third lick striped her rump. “We’ll finish this at home.” He yanked her by her arm as he hurried her out of the building.

“Sorry you had to see such a sexist display.” Katina set down her phone while shaking her head.

Scarlett swallowed the lump in her throat. “You disapprove?”

“You’re damn right I do! My mother was a geneticist. Alpha or not, she never would have stood for such treatment from my dad.”

Scarlett’s eyes widened. “How do you know? Didn’t she pass away the day you were born?”

“She published tons of scholarly papers on biological sciences but also on sociology, women’s rights, and our culture. Our father spanked her exactly one time. She punched him in his face, packed her shit, and walked out. After a month of groveling on his alpha belly and promises to live a different way, she finally took him back. That story isn’t found in any of her published work, only in the private diary she left to me with instructions for it to be held until my sixteenth birthday. Actually, she left it to her “daughters”—I guess she was intent on having more. She was such an amazing woman.”

Scarlett’s jaw hung open. “Does Monty know?”

Katina shrugged. “He knows I’ve got the diary, but he’s not much on reading anything that isn’t about woodworking, cars, or practical concerns. I never told him about the spanking or mama leaving. He doesn’t like to talk about our parents. As for the other stuff mama wrote, the info is available for anyone to read. If my brother doesn’t know, it’s because he doesn’t want to know. Wait…he hasn’t—“

Scarlett put her hands up in front of her and shook her head. “Um…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Katina’s mouth hung open.

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