A new anthology from Nexus is released today.
Taken in Hand contains my story, After the Party.
If there’s one thing that unites kinky sex, it’s spanking. Go to any fetish club, any naughty party, and there’s sure to be bottoms getting smacked. That’s no great surprise, because – as every spanker and every spankee knows – that’s what bottoms are for, and if it’s popular with players, it’s just as popular with writers.
To make up this collection of eight stories we’ve chosen contributions from authors who are also genuine enthusiasts for their subject, so we’re pleased to present a positive feast of raised skirts, lowered panties, beautifully rounded cheeks and lots and lots of spanking.
Here’s a snippet from my story:
Lisa giggled as she watched the varying expressions on her friends’ faces as they passed the vibrator around. The bubbly representative running the party was a friend of a friend, and had switched the toy on before passing it to the woman nearest her, instructing them all to have a go at holding it to the tips of their noses to get an idea of its power.
There were shrieks, gasps and oohs as each woman took her turn. Nudges, winks and laughs followed, as they decided whether or not to add the buzzing thing to their list of orders.
It was the first time Lisa had been to one of these parties. They consisted of a bunch of female friends, and an employee of the popular sex toy and underwear company, who would pass around various sex toys, books, underwear and more, so they could all look at them without fear or recrimination, before passing them on. Wine was consumed, silly games were played—put a condom on a banana with your mouth, anyone?—and, most importantly, the orders were taken in confidence before the evening was over. If someone wanted to divulge what they’d purchased, then that was fine. But delivery was made in sealed bags to the party host’s home for the others to pick up. So if someone wanted to keep their purchases secret, they could.
Lisa swallowed her wine, as Francesca—or Frankie as she was more commonly known—passed her the toy. She already had a rabbit vibrator, but she didn’t particularly want to share that information—she hadn’t imbibed nearly enough alcohol for that yet—and so she played along, ooh-ing as the garish pink sex toy vibrated hard on her nose. It was powerful, but no more so than the one she already had, so she passed it on with a grin, instantly dismissing it and continuing to leaf through the catalogue on her lap.
She hadn’t come to the party with the express intention of buying anything. She’d just agreed because Frankie had told her they were a good laugh. And she was always game for a giggle.
Lisa and her husband Dean had a fun and varied sex life, without any particular need for toys, but she’d kept an open mind and decided that if she saw something she wanted to try, she’d buy it. If not, then maybe she’d splash out on some sexy underwear. She had loads already, but Dean sure seemed to appreciate the lacy bras, frilly knickers, baby dolls and stockings she occasionally paraded around in. And, it was worth every last penny to see the lust in his hooded eyes as he regarded her, then threw her onto the bed, floor or sofa—whatever was nearest.
As the time ticked on and everyone became louder and drunker, the rep started pulling out the more risqué items. Peephole bras, crotchless knickers, PVC clothes, handcuffs, whips and the like. The giggles became gasps and full-on belly laughs as the group examined the kinky items, poking their fingers through the various holes, held the skimpy garments up against their bodies and slapped items of punishment against their palms.
By this point, the alcohol Lisa had drunk had sent a pleasant buzz throughout her bloodstream and she felt much more relaxed, not to mention daring. She sauntered around the room with a PVC dress clasped to her, resulting in raucous laughter from the other women. By the time she flopped back into her seat, Frankie was tapping her own palm with a paddle, growing gradually more forceful.
‘Ooh,’ Lisa said, leaning in closer to her friend, ‘does it hurt?’
‘A little, but it’s not unbearable. And of course I’m not doing it that hard. Want me to try it on you?’
Lisa nodded, then, before she really knew what she was doing, she’d stood up and turned around, presenting her arse to her friend.
‘Spank me, baby!’
Frankie was disbelieving. ‘Are you sure? I meant on your hand!’
‘Yeah, I know. But I’ve got a big arse, I can take it.’
‘You have not! But okay, if you say so.’
With that, Lisa waited a second or two, trying not to tense her buttocks as she waited for the inevitable blow. The room had gone silent as everyone else realised what was going on and turned to watch.
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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9