by Thianna D
Welcome to Corbin’s Bend
Corbin’s Bend Season One
Thianna D.
Tara Finnegan
Cara Bristol
Kathryn R. Blake
Emily Tilton
Constance Masters
Kate Richards
Maren Smith
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Thianna D, Tara Finnegan, Cara Bristol, Kathryn R. Blake, Emily Tilton, Constance Masters, Kate Richards, Maren Smith
Welcome to Corbin’s Bend
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-61258-553-6
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Contents
Thianna D
Finding Their Bliss
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
Thianna D
Tara Finnegan
Exile to Unity
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Tara Finnegan
Cara Bristol
Long Shot
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Cara Bristol
Kathryn R. Blake
A Simple Misunderstanding
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Kathryn R. Blake
Emily Tilton
Sarah’s Tutorial
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Emily Tilton
Constance Masters
Leading the Way
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Constance Masters
Kate Richards
For Ben
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Kate Richards
Maren Smith
Last Dance for Cadence
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Maren Smith
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Thianna D
Finding Their Bliss
eBook ISBN: 13-978-1-61258-135-4
This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books' or the author's advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or the spanking of minors.
I want to thank those who have helped bring Corbin's Bend out of its infancy and into reality.
Staci from LazyDay Publishing
And the nine other authors who embraced this idea with me:
Emily Tilton
Cara Bristol
Tara Finnegan
Constance Masters
Anastasia Vitsky
Corinne Alexander
Kate Richards
Kathryn R. Blake
Maren Smith
To you all, my heartfelt love and gratitude.
Thianna
Chapter 1
The sun glittered off the bright white sidewalks of Corbin's Bend in the early afternoon. As usual for a Saturday, the children who lived in the housing development were lounging beside or swimming in the heated community pool while their mothers and the unattached women sat chatting nearby. In the clubhouse just fifty feet away, the men of Corbin's Bend – most of them married – sat talking in the basement, watching sports, and otherwise enjoying the laid-back day.
The door to the basement swung open and a pair of shoes ran down the stairs in the kind of rush the men of
the community were not used to hearing from one of their own. Looking up, they were further surprised to find Jason Rolson breathing hard and practically falling down. "Sit down!" Reginald Bearston said in his deep rough voice, standing up and pulling out a chair for his friend. One of the men brought a large glass of water, another a shot of scotch, and they sat down and waited to find out what was so important that the poor seventy-two year old man had rushed to them.
After several drinks of water, Jason drank the scotch in one go and sat back, wiping liquid off his lips even as he pulled out his handkerchief and mopped up his forehead. "I apologize," he huffed slightly, still catching his breath. "It was just so important…"
"What was important?" prodded Lelo Stevens, a member of the board. None of them had seen Jason this upset since a neighbor first started causing problems. A close community that felt like family, the forming members of Jason Rolson, Calbert Jolly, and Brent Carmichael had created a place they could all call home. A place where people like them could live happily being who they were without interference by do-gooders or nosy interlopers.
After gulping down another mouthful of water, Jason took a nice deep breath before he spoke. "I received notification today that Jessup's loan was paid off."
"What?"
"When?"
"That isn't possible!"
Most of the men who had been there from the beginning were dreadfully annoyed at the announcement, only calming down when Calbert leaned forward to take charge. In his mid-forties, Calbert was only five feet, eight inches tall, but he was stocky and highly intelligent, and, as one of the founding members, the others automatically listened when he spoke.
"What happened, Jason?"
Putting down his glass, Jason grimaced. "You know I have been watching the bastard closely. Ever since the first time Jessup tried to sell out and my company bought his lien to keep an eye on him."
In the wilds of Colorado, Jason, Calbert, and Brent had bought over thirty thousand acres to build their development on. It was not until they were actually building that they found out what was supposed to be just woods in the midst of their property was, in fact, a property wholly owned by a man named Karl Jessup. He kept to himself, letting them know he wanted nothing to do with them, and as they began their project, they let him know if he ever wanted to sell out, they would gladly buy up his acreage.
Jessup complained at everything they did, from the fact that they formed their corporation as an equity cooperative, which made them able to control who moved in, to their rules and regulations, which he found preposterous. He even complained about the forms they handed all potential residents outlining the fact that the cooperative housing development contained those who enjoyed spanking and domestic discipline and that if they moved in, they would be likely to see spanking on the street as well as in someone's home.
It was a co-op of over one thousand detached single-family homes, and its residents loved their lives. It released them from judgment they felt elsewhere and gave them a feeling of belonging, as all of their neighbors understood their chosen lifestyle. Over the last four years, Jessup had tried to sell his house and land five times, and each time the co-op moved to buy it, but once they made an offer, he backed off and said he did not want to sell. They tried suing him at one point for not selling to them, as they had offered above his asking price, but it garnered too much negative publicity and they stopped the lawsuit.
"So, how did he pay off his loan?" Brent asked quietly from the back of the room. He never needed to say much to make his presence known, not even in the midst of a room of dominant males. At six feet, four inches tall, he was the tallest of them, but that was not what made everyone turn at his voice. Pure strength surrounded him and each of them knew that if they had a problem, they could go to him and he would move heaven and earth to help. Once you had Brent Carmichael on your side, you had a friend for life.
"Sold it, the whole plot including the house for cash," Jason spat bitterly.
"How?" Larry Reynolds asked, surprised. "I watch the listings daily. He has not listed that property in two years."
"Don't know. All I know is the whole place was purchased by a Mr. C. Kendle and he paid cash."
Walking forward, Brent placed a firm hand on Jason's shoulder. "You cannot blame yourself, Jase. Jessup has been a wily one since we first approached him. Maybe Mr. Kendle will be easier to deal with."
"We can hope so," Calbert said with a twist of his lips most of the others had never been sure of. It either looked as though he was trying not to smile or as though he was sneering at you. They hoped for the former, but most felt it was probably the latter. Brent was the only one who knew for sure and he never revealed what it meant.
"Gentlemen, let us resume our lives. The sale of that property means nothing," Brent said calmly. "They cannot trouble us. Our charter is fixed and legal. Let us wait and see what Mr. Kendle is like before we decide the sky is falling. Hmm?"
The amusement in his voice made the tension in the room dissipate, and as the men separated into small groups and went back to their chitchat, Jason sent him a grimace. "I hate that man," he muttered and Brent just smiled.
"Maybe if you're a good boy you can spank him in heaven," he said with a wink, making Jason and the few men in their general vicinity burst out laughing as he walked back to the corner to resume his reading.
Wiping the sweat off her forehead that was threatening to drip into her eyes, Charmagne Kendle picked up the last of her boxes from the back of her truck and trudged into her new house, dropping it on the sofa that sat right in the middle of the living room. When she picked up and moved, she had no furniture at all, and as the move was sudden, she just called a furniture store and haphazardly ordered furniture she saw online to be delivered the day she arrived. The delivery truck was waiting for her as she drove up just before nine in the morning, and she was so tired she just gave them which rooms the pieces needed to be in, not worrying about placement.
Now, looking at the sofa, two armchairs, and coffee table that were set directly back-to-back in the middle of the room, she knew she should have given them stronger directions. Ripping off the plastic that encased one of the armchairs, she dropped into it and moaned. At least it was comfortable.
The move to Corbin's Bend – a strange name for a housing development if you asked her – had been urgent. Her whole life crashed and burned in front of her eyes and she ran, buying this house sight unseen with half of the cash she had in her bank account. Thankfully it closed in less than two weeks and she wired the money five days ago, packing her boxes into the back of her truck in the dead of night and leaving town, her tail between her legs.
"Trust one person," she muttered under her breath, blushing slightly at the memory of her former friend's reaction to her dirty little secret. A dirty little secret that had gotten around town and her work within hours. Within thirty-six hours of revealing her fascination with spanking, she lost her job, her boyfriend broke up with her, and her lease was terminated. Running away had felt right.
Now, in the woods above Denver, she felt a little stupid. Sure, she needed to leave the small town she lived in, but she probably did not need to go two-thirds of the way across the United States to get away from them. She could have moved to a big city. Almost immediately at the thought, she shook her head. Big cities were synonymous with noise, pollution, and crime, and in her mind were the antithesis of the peace and quiet she loved.
Knowing that if she did not get up and start to make sense of things she would end up sleeping in the chair tonight, she forced herself up onto her feet and finally took a look at her new home. Some of the things that had really pulled at her when she heard about it – besides the best part of it being thousands of miles away – were the facts that it was large and open, got plenty of sunlight, and was surrounded by trees. But she had not had the chance to actually look through the house itself. Truth be told, the delivery people had seen more of it than she had.