Erotic spanking -- whether giving or receiving -- is one of the most exciting, arousing, and sensual experiences to enjoy. In this enticing collection, spanking enthusiast Rachel Kramer Bussel has assembled 22 tales of red-cheeked arousal. Whether being disciplined for naughtiness or simply because they crave the sting of a hand against flesh, the men and women in these stories revel in being bent over, paddled, punished, and possessed by their spankers. Those delivering the blows find extreme pleasure in pushing their bottoms' buttons, making them -- and the reader -- tremble and quiver in anticipation as they await the next smack. Featuring stories by Alison Tyler, Sage Vivaint, Lillian Ann Slugocki, Stan Kent, Elizabeth Coldwell, Thomas Roche, and others, this sizzling collection offers tales so breathtakingly vivid that readers might find their own cheeks sore just from reading it.

REVIEW

Erotica Revealed has stated that “Ms. Bussel is the current mistress of intensity in spanking fiction.” Nothing in Spanked: Red-Cheeked Erotica dissuades us from that notion. There is something for everyone regardless of your adult spanking inclinations or persuasions.
Elizabeth Coldwell’s Through a Glass, Sharply is one of the stories in Spanked. It deals with the repercussions for a husband of embarrassing his wife during an important dinner party. All of we bottoms have done it, right? The faux pas that cannot be ignored, and is to be dealt with later? That feeling of inevitability when protocol is to be followed? Certainly, the Tops among us can relate to the rush that occurs just as the corrective event unfolds, and our needs are to be met?

Reviewed by: All Things Spanking
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EXCERPT

From "Pink Cheeks" by Fiona Locke:

He lays the cool wood against my burning flesh and I utter a little mouselike squeak. He smoothes it over every inch of reddened skin, making me squirm even more. I close my eyes and brace myself. I’ve never even had the courage to spank myself with it; I have no idea how it will feel.

Charles taps it against my bottom. “Prepare yourself, young lady. This will teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

The first stroke connects and I arch wildly on his lap, crying out at the pain. He doesn’t give me time to recover before delivering the next one, and the next.

I’m astonished at the pain. I never imagined it would hurt this much. I’d read and written about countless hairbrush spankings, but never truly understood the sensation. It’s terrible and wonderful at once, especially when at the mercy of a skilled and uncompromising disciplinarian.
I breathe into each stroke, hissing through my teeth, yelping as the wood strikes my tender flesh. When I struggle, he holds me firmly in place. I’m helpless. Delirious. Flying.

After a dozen strokes, he finally stops. I lie gasping and panting over his lap. I see him set my hairbrush down on the table in front of me and I melt with relief.

“Have you learnt the value of discipline?” he asks.

“Yes, sir,” I whimper.