Spank or Treat 2014
Page 19
Marta giggled behind her. “Because you don’t have the parts we like.”
“And you already have a mate, anyway.” Lucinda gave him a pointed stare. “You just need to claim her.”
His fangs retracted, and the hair withdrew. “Well, then, let’s get this spell over with.”
Lucinda faced her wife. “Go to our room, and we’ll discuss what happened when I’m finished.”
Marta dropped her hands to her sides. “You forgive me?”
“I’ll always forgive you.” How could she not? The woman was the best person ever to come into her life; gave her confidence to be the witch the Mother and Father had meant her to be. “But don’t think for one moment you won’t receive punishment.” Somehow, her lover had to learn to remain calm before her change.
When Marta slumped off, Lucinda returned to the table. She relit the candle and joined hands with Tavo. “You ready?”
The shifter nodded. “Please give me the courage to claim my mate.”
***
Marta paced naked at the foot of the bed. She couldn’t relax. Not with her impending spanking or the fire rolling through her veins. Her changes occurred more often, once a month since she’d married Lucinda, but she had yet to gain control over them. If not for her wife by her side during every one, she would have likely set the entire town ablaze.
The door opened, and her lover stepped inside. Gone was the long, black robe she wore when casting spells. Instead, she wore a black, thigh-length fishnet dress over her purple and black tiger-striped bra and thong, the same colors as her hair. Pink gloss coated her luscious lips, but the black eyeliner highlighted her dominance. Marta focused on the sexy sway of her hips as she drew nearer, ignoring the oak paddle hairbrush in her hand.
“You know you’re not supposed to fly in the house.” Lucinda smacked the paddle onto her palm, not reacting to the sting, as if it didn’t hurt at all.
But Marta knew the truth, and it would soon be her ass on the receiving end of those slaps. She’d disobeyed an agreement made a year ago, when they’d moved into their new house. Now, she had to accept the consequences.
As Lucinda sat on the edge of the bed, her dress rose up her thighs. Marta licked her lips. If only she could skip her spanking to run her hands along her lover’s exposed flesh, part her legs, and taste her sweet juices.
Marta sighed. If she didn’t accept her punishment, she wouldn’t receive the pleasure that always followed. She kneeled on the floor before lying across Lucinda’s lap. “I’m ready to accept the consequences of my actions.”
“Good.” Lucinda’s husky voice sent shivers down her spine, a temporary reprieve from the flaring heat since the onset of her change. If her wife didn’t hurry, she’d burst into flames before she was properly spanked.
“Five spanks, this time.” Lucinda rubbed her ass. “You deserve more for interrupting my session with Tavo, but I’m willing to show some leniency due to your state of mind.”
“Thank you.” She sucked in a deep breath, awaiting the first smack.
Instead, Lucinda tortured her, running a finger between her swollen lips, along her clit. “Count them.”
Marta cried out, gripping the sheets hanging over the side of the bed. She didn’t dare object, as her wife would surely add to her punishment.
Smack!
Her body jerked as the sting sliced through her left ass cheek. She swallowed the pain. “One.” Lucinda had caught her off guard with the first spanking, but she wouldn’t with the next.
Inhale. Exhale.
The paddle bit into her flesh on the other side with the second spank. A whimper escaped before she had the chance to stop the sound. Perspiration ran down her forehead. The fire inside flared. “Two.”
“You’re doing well.” Lucinda caressed her burning skin, soothing some of the pain. “You’re controlling the change well. But I fear we don’t have much time.”
The last three swats came quick and hard. She cried out with each one, not having time to count in between. Her eyes stung at the brine from her tears. But as quickly as they formed, they evaporated in a puff of steam. Her time was coming.
Pushing off Lucinda’s lap, she rose to her feet. Lucinda had doled out her punishment, and now Marta had to get to safety. All lust and desire that normally followed a spanking session fled as panic took hold. She didn’t have time to grab any clothes—they’d likely burn up anyway—instead, heading straight for the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Marta paused at her lover’s authoritative tone. “To the safe room. It’s time.”
“No.” Lucinda held out her hand. “Come here. Stay with me.”
As much as she desired to be in her wife’s arms when the change took place, she couldn’t risk her being any closer than on the other side of the safe room door. “You know I can’t.” Her fingers sizzled before blue flames burst from the tips. “I’ve got to lock myself away. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Lucinda clutched her wrist, pulling her toward the bed. “I’ve been doing some research, and I don’t think it’s possible for you to hurt me.”
Marta wasn’t so sure. She couldn’t afford to take the risk. “Luce, please.”
“Trust me.” Lucinda held onto her hands, intertwining their fingers. She didn’t seem at all bothered by the flames. “I want you to lie on the bed.”
Hoping her wife knew what she was doing, Marta did as told. Steamy sweat rose from every pore, the fire spreading beneath her skin. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold it in.” She prayed to the Mother and Father she didn’t set fire to the entire house and her lover in the process.
Lucinda crawled over Marta. “You can let it go any time.” She ran a finger between her wife’s breasts, down past her belly button, until she found her throbbing clitoris.
Marta shouldn’t have to hide in a steel box every time she went through the change. If Lucinda’s plan worked, her lover would never set foot in the safe room again. If it didn’t, they’d have to rebuild their house. But she trusted all the information she’d found, and remained confident neither of them would be harmed.
Circling her thumb across her lover’s hyper-sensitive bundle of nerves, she reveled in every one of Marta’s cries and moans. “Oh, honey, just let it go.”
Her wife gripped the sheets beneath her. “I can’t.” She bent her knees, digging her heels into the mattress.
No way would Lucinda give up. She continued her ministrations, slipping two fingers inside Marta’s slippery hold. “Trust me.” She stroked her lover’s cheek with her other hand, wanting to reassure her somehow. “It’ll be okay.”
Marta’s movements became erratic. She pounded on the mattress with closed fists and shook her head. With an ear-piercing screech, she shot up, knocking Lucinda back. Her wings shot out behind her, each tip touching a side of the room. Blue flames rose through the pores of her skin, covering her entire body. The fire spread to the walls and danced across the ceiling.
A bubble of panic rose to Lucinda’s throat. She was trapped. No way out. But with one glance at the tears flowing down Marta’s cheeks, she swallowed her fears. She needed to be the strong one, the confident one. This had been her idea in the first place.
Focusing on her love for her phoenix, she smiled and reached into the blue flame to wipe away Marta’s tears.
As quick as the fire had appeared, it retracted, not leaving any evidence of its existence. Marta gasped. Her wings and all of her hair disappeared, falling into a pile of ashes onto the sheets. She curled into a ball in the center of the bed, perspiration covering her body.
Lucinda grabbed a dry blanket from the chest at the foot of the bed. She wrapped it around Marta and drew her onto her lap. Holding her tight, she kissed her lover’s bald head. Never again would she allow her wife to lock herself away during her change. They would experience each one together, until the end of time.
A Note from Jessica
Dear Readers,
Although I write and read mostly erotic science fiction romance, I enjoy reading paranormal romance stories, too, especially when they involve less common creatures like gargoyles and phoenix. One cursed to live as stone, and the other who bursts into flames only to be born again from its ashes, I’ve always had a soft spot them.
I included a gargoyle in my erotica ménage story, The Power of Three. As for a phoenix, I used the bird-like creature as a symbol in my GLBT series, The Underground, most notably in the last book, Never Gonna Say Goodbye, but not as an actual main character.
After writing Replicated Consequences, an M/F erotic sci-fi romance involving clones for Sci Spanks, I promised several authors and readers my next spanking story for Spank or Treat would be an F/F Witch story. But, I couldn’t get the idea of having a phoenix as a character out of my head. So, I included her, too.
In Phoenix Spanked, both Lucinda and Marta are struggling to gain some control over their own paranormal powers, but it’s their love for each other, and a good spanking, that gets them through it all.
I hope you enjoy my story and the others in this anthology.
Happy Reading!
Jessica E. Subject
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