Chapter Eleven
Dear Kinky Lover,
Thanks for the great advice. It’s funny because I’m not sure why spanking attracts me so much. I’ve been pondering it ever since your email.
During my research I’ve discovered many couples enjoy incorporating spanking into lovemaking because it deepens the intimacy. Rougher treatment stimulates some people. That doesn’t make it wrong. It doesn’t make it right, either—just different.
I want to explore erotic boundaries with my man and submit in the bedroom. That doesn’t mean I’m a wimp. Lovemaking is a stress release, a way of showing a man I care for him. I want a relationship that’s full of fun, laughter and loving, a relationship that’s robust with mutual trust.
I’m sure spanking will help bring this dynamic to my relationship. Don’t ask me how I know—it’s a gut feeling because I haven’t experienced more than a swat on my butt. That felt good and made me hot.
But, when it comes down to it, I’ll have to wait and see.
Best wishes,
Big Bad Ass
“It’s a blog about spanking,” the employee in front of Maggie in the lunchroom line said. “You should check it out.”
Maggie’s ears flapped with interest. If someone local was writing a spanking blog, she wanted to learn about it.
The woman glanced at Maggie and frowned.
Oops, she’d better do something quick or she’d never learn the URL for the blog. “I’m sorry,” she said, curving her lips into her sweetest smile. “I heard you mention a spanking blog. I know I’m being nosy, but it’s not something that comes up every day.”
“You’re not wrong there,” the woman said, suspicion fading from her face. Her conspiratorial grin gave Maggie a glimpse of uneven white teeth. “The blog is called Big Bad Ass. Do an online search and it will come up.”
“Big bad ass,” Maggie repeated, praying she hadn’t heard right.
“Yes, that’s right. Everyone is talking about it. It’s worth looking at—very interesting.”
“Thanks,” Maggie said in a faint voice, trying to dredge up bright interest when she felt as if someone had kicked her feet from beneath her. People knew. They were talking about her blog. How?
She didn’t believe for a moment one of her friends had told. They’d never do that.
In a panic, she paid for her lunch, scanned the lunch room and found her friends. She hurried across the room and slipped into an empty chair. Thank goodness Connor wasn’t present so she didn’t need to confess to him.
“Everyone is talking about my blog,” she whispered. “What am I gonna do?”
“None of us told,” Susan said. “I don’t know how they found out.”
“They’re only talking about the blog and the contents. They don’t know it belongs to you,” Julia said. “Keep your cool, and no one will ever know it’s yours.”
“But it’s difficult.” Maggie shoved away her sandwich. “I can imagine what they’re saying. Oh, heck, here comes Connor. Don’t dare tell him it’s my blog. You promised,” she added when they looked as if they might argue. “I’m holding you to your pledge.”
Connor grabbed an empty chair from another table and joined them.
“Have you heard about the blog everyone is discussing?” Julia asked him.
Heck! Maggie glared at her friend. Julia stared back in complete calm and had the nerve to wink.
“Yeah, a guy in the IT department found it. Management asked us to check everyone’s computer usage. They’re tightening up on private Internet use.”
“And you didn’t think to mention this to us?” Christina asked in distinct horror. “I check my private email at work and surf the web.”
“I wouldn’t do it anymore if I were you,” Connor said. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but if there are rumors about website links, word is probably out. Management has asked for a usage report for each individual computer and details of who works on the terminal.”
Maggie wilted in her chair. It could have been worse. “I’ve used my computer for a little private stuff. Mostly to check my email.” Thank goodness she’d never blogged from work. Although some of the girls must have checked her blog if word was out.
