- Author: Cara Bristol
- Series: Rod and Cane Society
- Genre:Multicultural, Contemporary
- Cover Artist: Fiona Jayde
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Married for just three years, Linc Ellison has reached his wit’s end. His wife’s overspending threatens to drive them into the poorhouse. But more than that, he doesn’t feel he can trust Regina because of her string of broken promises. When he learns about the Rod and Cane Society, a secret organization of men who spank their wives, he decides to implement some disciplinary measures to save his marriage.
Sure Regina shops a lot. And she’s broken some promises. But she’s trying to do better. What hurts most is that Linc no longer trusts her. So she consents to try domestic discipline.
Neither is prepared for the ripple effect the disciplinary measures will have on their love life.
Regina Ellison crept across the carpet that imbued their home with the heady scent of newness and covered his eyes with her hands. “Guess who?” She disguised her voice.
“Mildred! I thought you’d left. I told you my wife would be home soon.”
She giggled and slid her hands over his muscled chest to hug him, snuggling her face against his neck. She loved his smell, so masculine and warm. Springy, dark hair curled against the collar of his favorite shirt, relegated by negotiation to weekend wear. He’d had it so long the collar and cuffs had frayed. She’d given up on getting him to throw it away but had extracted his agreement not to wear it in public, because people would think they were dirt-poor. Fortunately he dressed better for work. A successful architect, Linc had designed some of the more innovative office buildings in town.
He bounced his head against her breasts. Amusement tickled her mouth—Linc took advantage of every opportunity to touch her tits. Not that she minded.
“Did you have a good lunch with your mother?” he asked.
“Where’d you go?”
“Poppy Seed Café. Had Caesar salad with chicken. ” Guilt slithered through her at her omission. “We lost track of time,” she offered in case he wondered why she’d been gone so long.
“So how is she doing?”
“Great. She loves her job. She’s been attending AA meetings regularly.”
“I’m glad you two are talking.”
She nodded. “I am too. She’s a different person since she stopped drinking. I only wish she’d gotten sober a long time ago.” Like for their wedding when her mother had gotten drunk and loud and caused a scene. Or during her childhood when Regina would arrive from school to find her passed out on the couch at three o’clock in the afternoon. She’d never invited friends home. As soon as she was old enough, she had gotten a job, because having nice things was essential to maintaining the illusion that she was a happy girl from a normal family.
She forced back memories of troubled times and gestured at the computer screen. “See anything you like?” If a magic genie appeared to grant Linc a wish, he’d pick a Harley in a heartbeat, but they’d bought the house last year. Now they were saving so when they started a family, she could take an extended leave from Woodhue, Orson, Bernstein, and Jessup, Attorneys at Law. Her job as executive assistant to one of the partners, Elizabeth Alexander, often demanded long hours, even though Elizabeth was a wonderful boss and mentor.
Linc shrugged. “Just doing a little research. I have other priorities.” He spun his chair around. A light glinted in his hazel eyes.
Her stomach fluttered. No matter what disagreements they had, that look never failed to turn her knees to jelly. They shared an incredible chemistry.
He brushed his knuckles against her breasts as he unbuttoned her blouse. Despite her kindling desire, she cringed when he tossed it onto the floor into a crumpled heap. The blouse was silk, the buttons real pearls, and even though she’d gotten it on sale, it had been quite expensive, costing even more than the designer jeans she had on. But she couldn’t explain that to him. Couldn’t admit she’d broken another promise. He unclasped her bra and flung that aside too, and then her worries evaporated when he cupped her breasts in his large hands and sucked a tip into his mouth, his tongue like raspy velvet against her nipple. Linc scraped his chin across her breast, leaving a wake of delicious tingles to tease its identical twin.
In no hurry, he maintained a slow, sensual assault on her senses. Regina curled her fingers into his thick hair and held his head against her. Her nipples awakened to his gentle swipes and tugs, hardening and sending quivers into her sex.
Linc lifted his head, and they kissed. She loved the way he coaxed, seduced with his lips, his tongue, the whisper of his breath, his heady taste. On their first date, she’d known he would be her forever man from his good-night kiss.
As he seduced her with his mouth, he busied his fingers by pinching and pulling on her taut, wet nipples. Her pussy contracted, moistening, and her clit throbbed, demanding attention. Regina pulled away, kicked off her crystal-studded flip-flops, and squirmed out of her tight jeans.
“I love it when you do that.” He rose to his feet to take off his shirt. His cock had risen too and strained against his zipper.
“Get naked?” She grinned and hooked her thumbs into her thong.
“That too.” His shirt landed atop her blouse, his jeans nearby. “But I meant the way you wiggle.” The wetness from his weeping cock darkened a spot on his blue briefs.
“You want wiggle?” She shimmied her shoulders so her breasts danced.
Linc growled; she laughed and tossed her shoulder-length hair. He grabbed her and hoisted her into his arms, fastening his mouth on a nipple as he carried her out of the office and down the hall. Her dangling legs bumped his cock, and she teased him by rubbing her foot against his hardness. He clamped an arm beneath her buttocks and smacked her ass with his free hand. She squealed. He chuckled and sucked harder on her nipple. Once in their room, he ripped the covers off the bed and deposited her on the mattress. In a flash, he’d shucked off his shorts and joined her.
Linc nipped her neck and shoulders, the tiny stings of pain stirring a yearning between her legs. He nudged her to lie back against the pillows, but she grabbed his hard-on, slid her hand along the length, caught the velvety cap on the upward stroke, and swirled her thumb in the fluid leaking from the tip. She shoved on his chest, and he reclined. Smiling, Regina straddled his thighs, brushing her wet pussy against his leg. Heat flared in his eyes.
Scooting down, she dragged her hardened nipples over his thighs and groin before squeezing his cock between her breasts. His hiss turned to a groan when she flipped her head and dusted her hair over his cock before drawing him into her mouth.
The scent of man and soap filled her nose as she used her lips and mouth to pleasure him. She licked his shaft, swiped her tongue around the ridge, and drew him deep the way he liked.
He surrendered to her ministrations, emitting rumbles of satisfaction, his hips seeming to thrust on their own, but then he tugged at her arm. “Let me make you come.”
Regina shook her head. “Huh-uh,” she mumbled, her mouth full of cock. She sucked harder and cupped his balls. Her pleasure didn’t matter as much as his. She wanted to do this for him. Show him how much she loved him, desired him. Put him in an extra-mellow mood.
She had brought in the day’s mail.
She engulfed his erection until his pubic hair tickled her nose and he hit the back of her throat, almost triggering her gag reflex.
“Gina.” Her name rumbled in his throat. Linc pinched and pulled an engorged nipple, elongating it further, and she closed her eyes, feeling the tug clear down to her pussy.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off him. She expected him to push her back against the pillows or spread her legs and eat her out, but he scooted to the edge and gestured for her to move closer.
She wiped the drool from her mouth, rolled off the bed, and planted her feet on the floor. He often took her from behind as she bent over the bed.
“No.” He shook his head, grasped her arm, and tugged.
Peering at him, she creased her forehead. “I don’t understand. What do you want me to do?”
“I’d like to try something.” He patted his thigh.
At first she assumed he wanted her to continue the blowjob, but then his meaning hit her, and she widened her eyes. “You want to spank me?” she squeaked and then cleared her throat. They’d never done that before. Her pulse picked up a nervous beat. Whatever makes him happy. “All right.”
His cock throbbed, precum pearling, and she couldn’t resist a lick before settling into place over his lap. His hardness nudged her hip, her breasts flattened against the mattress, and her legs stretched out.
Regina jumped when he touched her butt, but he only kneaded it.
“You have a luscious ass,” he said. “Soft, round.”
“I’d rather have buns of steel.” She contracted her glutes.
“Perfect the way it is.” He massaged her cheeks, then dipped his fingers between her legs and homed in on her clit. Rubbed in his surefire way. She moaned, moved against his skillful hand. It wouldn’t take much foreplay to bring her to orgasm. He knew her body so well. But when she almost reached the pinnacle, he withdrew his hand and smacked her ass.
“Ow!” she cried. It wasn’t a very hard slap, but the sucker stung.
He bounced his palm off her other cheek, harder still.
“Ouch!” She laughed through the hurt. And people considered spanking fun? Erotic?
After several strikes, she called a halt. “That’s enough.” She twisted onto her hip and braced herself on an elbow. He cupped her butt cheek to prevent her from falling onto the floor. “I don’t want to do this.” He’d only hit her a few times, but already her ass tingled and throbbed. Interesting. So was the twitch in her pussy.
“Give it a chance,” he said. “We’ve just gotten started.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she said but settled into place again, noting that his cock had gotten even harder, if that was possible. Mellow. I want him mellow.
He laid several hard smacks to the center of her cheeks, and she yelped with each one.
“Move your hands,” he ordered when she instinctively covered the target area.
“I can’t help it. It hurts,” she said.
“It’ll hurt a whole lot more if I hit your wrists instead of your butt. Your ass has padding. Your wrists don’t.”
She couldn’t argue with his reasoning, so she grabbed ahold of the sheet.
A peppering of smacks cranked up the heat, and she understood why people referred to spanking as “burning a bottom.” That was how her butt felt. Scorched.
Copyright © Cara Bristol
- Outstanding addition to the Rod and Cane Society Review by Jule
- HOT first time introduction to the Rod & Cane Review by Felissa
He fully explained what it would mean, what would happen and how it would strengthen their marriage, their trust in each other and love for one another.
Honestly and personally? I felt like I needed a cigarette after reading only 2 chapters!
I can't wait to read more stories about the Rod & Cane Society and their members. Thank you, Cara/ (Posted on 9/2/13)
- Okay Review by P
- Good read Review by Gabrielle
This book is full of emotions and depth. Regina and Linc are new to the world of domestic discipline and we get to see both of them learn and find their way as we are taken on the ride with them. I enjoyed seeing the bond that the two have grow stronger as the story goes on. Nobody is perfect as we see with Regina but the love that these two share helps this couple through it all. The trust and love that the two share make their story a nice addition to the Rod and Cane society books.
(Posted on 7/9/13)
- Steamy, enjoyable read Review by Sue Lyndon
The couple in this book, Linc and Gina, are already married and dealing with some issues that are coming between them, namely Gina’s emotional shopping sprees and Linc losing trust in her for breaking promise after promise regarding her spending habits. They introduce domestic discipline into their relationship on a trial period for a few months in an attempt to save their marriage. The consequences of this are devastatingly hot, and their previously oh so vanilla sex life transforms into one that’s passionate and kinky.
As far as the characters go, I liked them both, even Gina, who was constantly overspending. She truly felt bad for her behavior, and she wanted to change. Linc was strong and caring, and I loved how he introduced Gina to the idea of domestic discipline by testing her willingness to submit before broaching the subject. Gina’s trust in her husband, her trust to follow him into something new and at first, frightening, was so sweet. I could just feel the love between these two characters.
Fans of Ms. Bristol’s Rod and Cane Society series won’t want to miss this story, and readers curious about domestic discipline should check it out too. It’s a hot and sweet quick read that will have you squirming and rushing to check out the rest of Ms. Bristol’s books! (Posted on 6/11/13)
- Hot Stuff! Review by S. J. Maylee
It was fascinating to watch this couple change as they brought domestic discipline into their marriage. It's not all roses though as they stumble their way through.
Lots to enjoy here between the great characters and the hot, hot, hot story line. I definitely recommend this one. You can read it as a stand alone, but don't miss the other Rod and Cane books. I'm looking forward to the next Rod and Cane book for sure. (Posted on 6/2/13)
- Good introduction to the Rod & Cane Review by Q
- Hot!! Review by C
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