Spanking Detective: The Case of the Killer Heels

By Alice Dark

Diana Street is a no nonsense private detective who spanks her way through a high profile murder case, while making love to the women she meets along the way. Wayward females learn that Diana has little patience with those who break the rules; and men in need of an “attitude adjustment,” fall into step when Diana snaps her fingers. Along the way, Diana solves a murder and delivers sweet spankings to everyone who needs them. WARNING: Contains mature adult themes among multiple partners, BDSM, spanking, anal play and explicit sex. STRICTLY for adults ONLY. All sexual acts depicted are consensual and between adults aged 21 years and over.

Spanking Detective Excerpt

“What’s this?” Miyu grinned and picked a paddle that was displayed on the uppermost shelf of my bookcase.

“It’s a reminder from my college days. My sorority initiation paddle.”

Miyu hefted it in both hands and glanced at up at me. “It must really sting,” she said in a low voice. Her black hair dropped over her face, but I knew she was smiling.

I nodded. “Yes, it does. I reddened many a cute freshman’s bottom with that paddle.”

Miyu brushed her hair out of her eyes, and we stared at each other in silence for a long moment. Without thinking, I leaped out of my chair and crossed the room in just two strides. Miyu backed away from me, her dark almond-shaped eyes glittering. I didn’t let her get away. Pinning Miyu against the wall, I kissed her, probing her mouth deeply with my tongue. She moaned and arched her body against mine. Miyu was naked under her simple dress, and I felt the heat of her desire throbbing in every curve of Miyu’s sweet flesh. She wanted this: my lips on hers, and my paddle across her ass, impacting the stripes she’d received the day before. I was more than happy to oblige.

Our clothes seemed to melt away; her fingers flickered like butterflies, pulling off my t-shirt and dragging the zipper on my black jeans to its base. I wriggled out of my pants as Miyu’s hands fluttered over my body. Her dress came off easily, and Miyu kicked away her shoes to stand barefoot and naked in my office.

Grabbing a handful of Miyu’s hair, I turned her around and threw face down onto the futon that I keep in my office for just such occasions. She moaned as she hit the fabric, and I had a good view of the livid red marks Daniel left on her ass with the previous day’s switching. Naked, I knelt beside her and examined each weal, tracing them with my fingertips and my lips, reading her whippings like Braille. Miyu’s flesh was a maze of bruises: some fresh and some fading. Her backside was a rainbow of blue hues – from dark purple to light blue. Miyu had been spanked, whipped and paddled. And judging from her tormented flesh, the young woman had absorbed massive amounts of punishment over the last several weeks.

Miyu moaned again and raised her ass to meet my hand. One of my fingers slid down the cleft of her behind. I probed her butthole with the tip of my finger. She giggled and pressed back against my digit. “Oh, yes.” It was a whisper. Not at all the confident voice I’d heard at the police station. This whisper was growly and low, and she tried to get more of my finger into her ass. “I’ve been a bad girl,” she said lowly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evil Ink
• Release date: Jul 20, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301298266

Alice Dark

I am Alice Dark, and I write erotica: BDSM, Femdom, sci-fi, horror, vampires – anything supernatural. I prefer spanking stories, though I’ll write anything that makes my girlfriend hot. She loves to read my stories, because I try to mix our own lives into each and everything that I write. Sometimes the stories are about our pasts. Sophia and I are both Catholic, and we were raised in strict families. The schools were even stricter. I was caned, and Sophia was paddled. Both of us have been hand-spanked in our homes as youths. You’d think we’d be done with it. But we’re not. Somewhere along the line, Sophia and I began to enjoy the feeling of a hand, paddle or other spanking instrument across our ass. While we both love to have our cheeks blushed, I tend to be the aggressor more often than not. The take-away, my pets, is that for us, it’s who we are.

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