Author of romance with loving DD, D/s and Spanky Fun!
Tuesday, 26 July 2016
Handyman Special Worth Fixing
Follow five women who think they're beyond repair and their handymen
that will stop at nothing - including spanking them - to put their
tender hearts back together again.
Life left her in the dirt—kicked her while she was down—she’s just plain broken.
But there’s someone around—the one she least expects—he’s a
handyman. His methods might seem odd, but he knows what he’s doing. He’s
pretty good at mending things that are broken and he already knows
she’s worth fixing—even if she doesn’t.
I was considering changing into jeans and my thick, well-worn belt when
my eyes settled on the spatula on the counter. I wandered over to her
utensil drawer and opened it. The mood might be ruined if I left. I
grabbed a nice, flat rectangular tool and tested it against my palm. Her
head shot up as the sound penetrated her ears.
She turned quickly with a
tray of fruit in her hands – I swore she almost dropped it. Her eyes
were wide; her brows hidden under her bangs now. I noted she had
switched from lip nibbling to cheek biting. It seemed I had her full
attention now, batter be damned.
The paradoxes of fear and excitement,
pleasure and pain played on her features.
"Here I am, making you a delicious midnight meal, and you pull that
out." She pointed a finger at the wicked implement I was still tapping
against my hand.
"We long ago decided that I was the chief, didn't we?"
Her eyes dropped and took my heart with them. I loved the game, and so
did she. It was like we were made from the same damn mold.
"Y-yes, we did, but –" She set the fruit on the counter.
"Don't stammer at me." My tone was more serious than before. She
blushed, and I knew she was wet and ready.
"Did you decide you wanted a relationship that had a more 'archaic'
Her head bobbed in response.
"Did I warn you that you might not like it in reality?" I bit back my
smirk as she nodded again, looking defeated. Oh, she liked it in
reality, I wasn't fooled.
"And didn't I tell you not to make me
something to eat and to go to bed, instead?"
Her finger flew to her mouth, and she started to worry her nail. I used
the handle of the utensil to lower her hand.
"Nuh-uh, no fidgeting, young lady."
She looked down at her feet, clasping her hands in front of her, and I
thought I heard her swear under her breath. The exact response I wanted.
For a girl that never swore, she certainly made a blue cloud when she
"What was that?" I leaned forward, cupping my ear. "Did you say
She shook her head and swallowed hard.
I watched her eyes look toward
the bedroom, then back at the ready-to-cook batter.
"Nope. Nice try, though." I could practically read her mind. "I'm afraid
that ship has sailed." I walked out of the kitchen, pulled a chair in
from the breakfast bar, and sat. I pointed the wooden handle at the
"Go ahead. I'll be hungry after. I might as well have
something ready for me." I paused, waiting until her eyes locked onto
mine. "And you'll be in no condition to cook after I'm done with you."
Her mouth quivered at my words.