This excerpt is from a short called “Hard Knocks” that appeared in the best-selling anthology, The Big Book of Orgasms: 69 Sexy Stories, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel for Cleis Press. You can find the collection here.
From “Hard Knocks”
“You absolutely cannot make someone come just by spanking them.”
I say this with an authority that I, admittedly, don’t possess. Still, the idea that you could orgasm just from having your ass sufficiently smacked seemed ludicrous – the stuff of erotic stories and porn. Max is completely undisturbed by my lack of faith.
“Yes. You can.”
Max leans back in his chair, long-legged and lean, the shadow of a smile pulling his mouth. It’s easy to miss, but I’m a very observant girl and I like observing Max.
“Really,” I say, skepticism quirking my cherry red mouth.
“Really,” he replies. His eyes flicker over my plump bottom lip, but he doesn’t take the bait. He lights a cigarette instead.
“Well, I suppose if you do a little extra work in addition to the spanking – the clit is a magical thing….”
“No,” Max says, stubbing out the cigarette after only three drags. (Yes, I noticed how many drags. Like I said, I’m observant. Max and I had only been dating for a month and there was still quite a lot to observe).
“Just spanking,” he continues, calmly holding my gaze. “If it’s done right.”
Something flashes through his gray eyes, and I suddenly have the feeling that he knows what he’s talking about. I’m intrigued and nervous and a little bit scared. And surprisingly turned on. I lean back in my chair.
“Show me,” I say.
My chin lifts a notch in challenge. Max smiles, this time a full, real smile that reaches all the way up to his eyes, warming the wintery gray.
“Stand up,” he says warmly, lovingly, as if he’s asked me to an especially fabulous dinner.
I’m ashamed to say that “now” comes out a bit of a squeak. Very undignified. Not my best moment, but I’m wishing I hadn’t gone there – up to this point, I’ve had lots of deviant vanilla sex, but never crossed the boundary to anything like S/M.
“Now,” he says, smiling like the big bad wolf. “Don’t worry, Jen. I’m not going to eat you. Not yet.”