The Spanking Story Book Club's first selection is.....
Body Politics by Cara Bristol
Woohooo. I've been looking forward to reading this book for weeks so let's all read it together.
The book is available now on
Loose Id and is now available on
Amazon (just updated this info). I'm going to dig into the book right away and post the first discussion questions on Friday, January 11. Don't worry if you don't have the book by then, because the questions will be more general about the topic.
Body Politics blurb
Feminist Stephanie Gordon
knows the instant she meets blind date Mark DeLuca it’s not going to work. Sure
the deputy chief of police is criminally sexy, but he’s arrogant, domineering
and sexist. Thank goodness after the evening ends, she’ll never have to see him
again.
A member of the Rod and Cane
Society, an organization of men who spank, Mark DeLuca is attracted to
Stephanie like a paddle to a well-rounded ass. He sees beneath the shield of
feminist militancy to the soft, sensitive woman she tries to hide. When she
storms away in a snit, the chase is on. Can a spanko convince a diehard
feminist her true strength lies in submission?
Body Politics contains
feminist indignation, old-fashioned courtship, hot sex and lots of spanking.
The third book in the All Rod and Cane Society series, it can be read as a stand-alone.
Body Politics excerpt
“What did Liz tell you about me?” he asked.
“She said you were divorced
too. Brown hair, brown eyes.” She scanned his face as if verifying the information
she’d been given was correct. “That you were in law enforcement. Are you a cop?
A detective?”
“I’m the deputy chief of
police.”
She formed a sexy oh with her lips. “Impressive.”
She was impressive, but if he
told her so, she would assume he was hitting on her. She wouldn’t be far from
wrong. He wanted to hit on her—in all the good ways. “I like to think I make a
difference, but some days it’s a desk job.” He shrugged. “Tell me more about
you. You said you founded…WAN, is it?”
She nodded. “Yes. I started
the organization out of my apartment with one assertiveness training course. A
friend from college joined me early on, and for a long time it was only us two.
But now we’re incorporated as a nonprofit association and are located in the
old city hall building downtown. We offer dozens of classes, rape and violence
counseling, and support groups.”
Pride rang out in her voice,
but then she twisted her mouth. “The downside is I now report to a board of
directors. They all have good community connections, but I think some of them
see it not as service but as a stepping-stone to further their careers or
political aspirations. When I butt heads with certain members, I remind myself
it’s about the women, not my ego. Elizabeth—Liz is one of the good ones.”
Mark chuckled. “I know what
you mean. The chief usually deals with the police commission, but I’ve faced
off on a few occasions.”
She folded a corner of her
napkin. “Sorry for the long dissertation about my job. I’m sure you’re not
interested in a women’s organization.”
He studied her face, taking
in the arch of her brows, clear blue eyes, and a blush in her cheeks that
caused him to imagine spanking her ass to the same hue, then having her stand
in the corner with her glowing butt on display for his enjoyment. He shifted in
his chair to ease his ache. “Why, because I’m a guy? You don’t think a man can
support women’s initiatives?”
Color flooded her face, but
she jutted her chin, and her gaze collided with his. “Most don’t.”
Who hurt you, kitten? Someone
had taken a razor to her heart, and she’d been protecting herself behind a
shield of militancy ever since. He did support women’s rights, would have no
qualms about voting for a woman president. Men and women were equals. But they
were different. No amount of posturing, no carefully worded rhetoric, no
shouted slogans would change that.
“I’m not most men.”
“I’m sure you’re not,” she
conceded politely, but her expression remained skeptical and cemented his hunch
she’d been hurt. He wanted to hold her and soothe her fears. Then spank her to
teach her submission didn’t mean losing control but gaining strength. She
raised her glass for another sip, then set it down and traced the edge with her
finger. Awkwardness circled like a faint breeze.
“Interesting glass,” she
mused.
“Signature keepsake,” he
parroted. Its somewhat narrow rim flared to a rounded base dimpled in the
center, the bifurcation forming two halves.
She drew her eyebrows
together. “It almost resembles a butt.”
“It is a butt.”
Her startled gaze flew to
his. The moment of truth. The conversation would take a needed turn, but it was
occurring sooner than he would have liked. He’d intended to get to her know
better—let her trust him. When he said what he needed to say, would it be too
much information too soon?
Cara Bristol Bio
Cara Bristol didn’t start out to become a spanking fiction
author. It sort of happened…okay,
with five spanking titles under her belt, two under contract, maybe it didn’t just happen. Maybe she likes the
naughtiness, the taboo thrill of writing about dominant, sexy men who like to
spank their partners. Could be. Ms. Bristol is a multi-published author whose
Rod and Cane Society novels have become one of the most popular domestic
discipline erotic romance series. Three books about a secret organization of
men who discipline their wives have been released by Loose Id: Unexpected
Consequences, False Pretenses and Body Politics. More are planned. Ms.
Bristol’s other titles are Intimate Submission, Secret Desires, A Scent of
Longing and Reckless in Moonlight. The former two also contain spanking. Ms.
Bristol lives in the Midwest part of the United States with her husband. When
she’s not writing, she enjoys reading, watching reality television and
traveling.
Twitter: @CaraBristol
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