Anal Punishment by Renee Rose (@ReneeRoseAuthor)
Lucy, thanks so much for having me over today!
Anal punishment is a debated topic in the kinky community. To me, it’s uber-hot, but I know there are some who see it as a form of rape, and therefore shouldn’t be used in a non-pleasure context. Let’s face it though–corporal punishment is a sexual fetish, so to me, using sex as part of the punishment is fair game. Pussy-whipping, breast-spanking, and well, regular spanking all inflict pain on erogenous zones, so I’m not sure why the anus should be any different.
I’m a huge fan of the butt plug as punishment or a reminder, but I also like anal sex as punishment. Here’s a scene from my new book Mob Mistress:
He walked forward and picked up her wrists, turning her slowly to face the counter. Pressing her hands down on the granite, he pulled up her skirt and lowered her panties. “Snooping is not allowed, Lexi,” he said, reaching for a wooden spoon.
“No, sir, I’m sorry, sir,” she said and he could tell by her relief she understood the decision he had made about her.
He peppered her backside with spanks, the wooden spoon striking only a small area, but making her jump with each smack. It took a several dozen swats to turn the lower half of her bottom red, and she had begun to whimper.
Seeing the bottle of olive oil standing on the counter, he reached for it, pouring a little in his palm. He rubbed it over her cheeks, then slapped, enjoying the stingy-ness the oil helped impart. Dipping his finger in the oil, he slid it between her cheeks, circling her anus.
“What did I tell you would happen if I had to punish you?” he said, pressing his finger in.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
“No, I don’t believe that was it. What happens to this sweet little ass of yours when you’ve been bad?” he asked, plunging his finger into the knuckle, then withdrawing it and repeating the action.
“Ohhh…”
He pulled his finger out and slapped the back of her thigh, hard.
“Ouch!”
“Answer me!”
“Um, sorry! Uh…you, um…”
He slapped her again. “What do I do?”
“You fuck me in the ass,” she mumbled, as if she found it embarrassing to say.
“That’s right, little girl.” He took her elbow and helped her lift her torso from the counter, pulling her toward the living room.
She started to reach for her panties, but he slapped her ass again. “Leave them around your thighs, where they belong. Naughty girls stand with their panties down. Now come here.”
He led her to the bolstered arm of the sofa. “Bend over, little girl.”
She folded her torso down so her bare bottom was raised and exposed.
“Do not move from this position.”
“Okay,” she said in a small voice.
He went to the kitchen to retrieve the olive oil, which he used liberally on her anus and his shaft, while she shivered in anticipation. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance and pressed. She tightened against the intrusion.
“Open for me, Lex,” he encouraged. “Push back like you’re bearing down.”
She obeyed immediately, alleviating his concern that she wasn’t mentally ready.
He eased into her, giving her time to get used to his girth and the unusual invasion. She panted and moaned, but remained perfectly still, allowing him to penetrate, centimeter by centimeter. Reaching around the front, he teased her clit, flicking it as he began to withdraw and press in again.
“Oh God!” she moaned.
“That’s right, naughty girl. You’re getting it in the ass tonight,” he said, but maintained the utmost care in keeping his in and out strokes gliding smoothly, wanting it to be a good experience for her.
“Bobby,” she whimpered.
“That’s it, baby. You’re taking it like a good girl.” he said.
“Please?” she begged.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please, please, please,” she wailed, thrashing her head from side to side.
He increased his speed, still being careful to keep his thrusts direct. She pressed her fingers over his, shoving them inside her pussy. He finger fucked her and she let out a high-pitched cry that went on and on until it drew a climax from him. He kept his fingers moving inside her as he pressed his cock deep in her ass and came.
When he had spent, he eased out, withdrawing his fingers and gently stroking over her wet pussy. He covered her body with his, wrapping his free arm around her torso and kissing her neck.
Mob Mistress blurb
When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.
Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man.
Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package — a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.
Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?
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Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink, namely: spanking. She also writes BDSM under the name Darling Adams.
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