I wanted to talk about public sex today. Long before I admitted to my husband my obsession with spanking, we already colored outside the lines in our sex life. He has a threesome fetish and we both have a streak of exhibitionism. We have had sex in more unlikely and public places than I can recall. Actually, I don’t think it’s true exhibitionism because we don’t actually want to be caught or seen, it’s more of the raised stakes, knowing we *might* be caught that makes it so exceptionally naughty and therefore exciting. Sneaking off during a party is one of our favorite tricks. I drew on personal experience when I wrote the scene in my new spanking romance Humbled in which the characters sneak off for a quickie:
“I have missed my wife,” he said pulling her toward the edge of the garden, beyond the lamplight.
“Where are you taking me, Jean-Claude?”
He stopped near a low wall, wrapping his arms around her and taking her mouth with a hungry kiss.
She laughed, pulling away. “Not here, monsieur, you will cause a scandal!”
“We will have to be very quiet,” he said turning her around and pushing her torso down.
She gripped the wall for stability. “Jean-Claude!”
“Shh. Remember when I said I would take my wife any time and any way I pleased?”
“No, please, Jean-Claude,” she protested, though her heart pounded more from arousal than fear.
“You do not want a spanking out here, do you, love? They will surely hear the sound of my hand punishing your pretty little bottom.”
“You would not dare!”
He pulled up her skirts, parting the slit in the new drawers she had adopted wearing as part of the new fashion. He stroked his fingers over her slit. “You are already wet for me, darling.” His hand retreated, shocking her when it returned as a light slap right over her delicate sex.
She gasped. “Jean-Claude!”
“To whom does this little pussy belong?”
“To you!” she said quickly, but did not manage to forestall another slap. The sound from her lips was more wanton than protesting though, as her pussy suddenly burned with need. She widened her stance, hollowing her back to offer herself.
His fingers returned. “Good girl,” he purred. She heard the rustle of clothing and the head of Jean-Claude’s length met her eager slit. He slapped her sex with his cock, making her giggle, then slid deep inside her.
“Oh, yes,” she sighed.
“You like my cock inside you, do you not, Madame Armand?”
“I like your cock inside me!” she cried, the shameful words stoking her desire as much as the knowledge they might at any moment be seen by another guest.
Sentenced to die at age eleven for stealing a pig, Jean-Claude receives an unexpected reprieve when a young aristocrat girl takes the blame instead. When the mobs of the French Revolution fall upon her château years later, Jean-Claude knows he must save her and repay his debt, but as they begin their long flight to safety he makes it clear he is not her servant and he will deal firmly with any disobedience. Though he initially intends to send her off by ship, the beautiful, feisty Corinne inspires a fierce protectiveness in Jean-Claude that makes it hard to say goodbye.
Corinne is alternately infuriated and attracted to the handsome peasant who has no qualms about turning her over his knee and spanking her bare bottom when she steps out of line. When he ends up joining her on a ship to New Orleans, their futures become inextricably intertwined, but can a common-born blacksmith and the daughter of a lord find enough common ground to make a permanent match?
Renee Rose is a modern dance teacher,Feldenkrais Practitioner(R), energy worker and kinkster. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around her favorite kink: spanking.
Joelle speaking: Last and least :D I wasn't sure if I'd manage to find space in my writing/reading schedule to read and review this wonderful book, but I got started reading and couldn't put it down and until it was done. I'm a sucker for the underdog and Jean-Claude in the beginning of the book is great for that. To read my full review, go to Goodreads and read it here.