The Wager by Paige TylerAdvice columnist Ivy creates a controversy with her advice that no independent, modern woman would put up with being spanked. Sports writer Jake talks her into a wager that he can change her mind after just three spankings.
When San Francisco advice columnist Skye Covington gets a letter from a reader wanting to know if she should let her boyfriend spank her, she’s quick to let her know that no modern, independent woman should submit to a man in that way. Not unless she’s okay with her boyfriend expecting her to submit to him in other areas of her life as well. A woman can’t be submissive in the bedroom and in charge outside of it, or so Skye believes.
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The Wager (Sample Chapter)
Advice column controversy over women being spanked, and a spanking wager to settle the arguement!
© Paige Tyler and Blushing Publications, 2013
I read your column all the time, and need your advice. My birthday is coming up soon and my boyfriend wants to celebrate the occasion by spanking me. I'm not talking a few birthday pats on the derriere, either. I mean a real, bare-bottom, over-his-knee, honest-to-goodness spanking. He said it will take our sex life to a whole new level. This is completely uncharted territory for us, so I haven't agreed yet. But I have to admit I'm more than a little excited by the idea. That brings me to my question—is it strange for a grown woman to get turned on by the thought of getting spanked? Will it really take our sex life to a whole new level like he says? What do you think I should do?
Curious About Spanking
For once Skye Covington was glad she worked in a cubicle. That way no one could see her jaw drop. As an advice columnist for one of San Francisco's top newspapers, she'd gotten letters that made her laugh, made her cry, made her mad, even made her go, huh? This one wanted to make her do all of the above. In addition to screaming in frustration. Unfortunately, the cubicles at the Bay Gazette didn't come with soundproofing, so she'd have to keep that to a minimum.
She minimized her email and pulled up her word processing program.
Dear Curious About Spanking,
Are you out of your freaking mind?!
Skye groaned. Okay, maybe that wasn't the best way to start her letter to poor, misguided Curious About Spanking. The paper paid her to give advice, not piss off their readers. But how was she supposed to keep her cool when this particular reader wanted to undo the equality women had worked decades to achieve? The thought of letting a man put her over his knee and control her like that, dominate her like that, almost made Skye break out in a cold sweat. She had her mother and grandmother to thank for that. Even her great-grandmother had done her part for women's suffrage back in the twenties. Skye almost felt like it was her duty to carry on the tradition.
But even if it wasn't, she'd still be against Curious About Spanking agreeing to her boyfriend's suggestion because she simply didn't understand how a spanking could be sexual. The idea that a woman could get turned on from a guy smacking her ass was crazy.
Skye leaned forward in her chair, pulled her keyboard closer and began to type.
Is it strange for a grown woman to be excited by the thought of getting spanked? At the risk of offending you, in my opinion, yes, I think it is strange. At the very least, it's unhealthy. No independent, modern woman in her right mind would willingly submit to a spanking from a man, no matter how much she loves him. It's downright Neanderthalish!
So, in answer to your second question, no I definitely don't think it's a good idea for you to let your boyfriend spank you. If you submit to one, you're saying to your boyfriend, "I want you to be in charge of me." You're a grown woman, not a disobedient child in need of a spanking—I'm not advocating that, either, by the way—and there is absolutely nothing exciting or enjoyable about giving up your equality in a relationship. Will it take your sex life to a whole new level? I can't answer that. But what I can tell you is that it will change your relationship, and not for the better. If you submit to a spanking, your boyfriend will expect you to submit to him in other areas of your life as well. What aspects of your freedom will you turn over to him next? What clothes you wear? What food you eat? When you can see your friends?
My advice to you is not to say no to this spanking, but hell no! We women have come a long way, and there's no reason to take two steps back just out of curiosity.
All the Best,
* * * * *
Skye was at the Starbucks downstairs checking her messages on her iPhone when someone tossed a folded copy of the San Francisco Bay Gazette down on the table and sat down across from her. She looked up to see Carter Madison regarding her with those incredible amber colored eyes of his. Tall with dark hair, broad shoulders and the perfect amount of scruff on his chiseled jaw, she had to admit he was gorgeous. Just because she came from a long line of feminists didn't mean she didn't like men. And Carter was about as hot a guy as a woman could find. It was too bad he was the stereotypical jock.
"I read your column in today's paper." He set his cup of coffee down on the table. "The one with your advice to Curious About Spanking."
Great. Everyone seemed to have an opinion on that. She couldn't wait to hear to hear his.
Skye put her phone down on the table. "I thought the only part of the newspaper you read were the box scores."
He chuckled. "Oh, I read those, too. But I always make time for Ask Skye Anything."
"I'm flattered." She picked up her nonfat latte, looking at him over the rim as she took a sip. "I don't read yours."
Carter was one of the sports beat writers for the newspaper. He covered the 49ers. Or was it the Giants? She could never remember. He was a former college quarterback, so it must be the 49ers.
"I'm crushed." Mouth quirking, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. He had his shirtsleeves rolled up, showing off some very nice—if distracting muscles. "But back to your column. I think you were way off the mark with the advice you gave Curious About Spanking."
So had most of her readers if the emails she'd gotten since the paper came out this morning were any indication. Skye couldn't believe how many people disagreed with her. She'd expected to get a few negative letters—she always did after giving a strong opinion on something. But she got so many it had nearly filled her inbox to capacity. The majority of the people—most of them women—said she'd been way off base with her advice. They claimed it was completely acceptable for a woman to be independent and liberated, and still enjoy being put over a guy's knee for a good, sound spanking. Some women even went so far as to tell her she didn't know what the hell she talking about, and that she shouldn't be giving advice on something she obviously didn't know anything about.
Skye snorted. That was the kind of knowledge she could do without. Spicing up one's sex life was one thing, but a relationship was about equality and respect between partners. She couldn't imagine how equal things could be if the woman allowed a guy to spank her just because it got him off.
She wondered what Curious About Spanking had thought about her advice. Had she taken it to heart, or been offended? Or had she written it off like the other women had and gone through with the spanking anyway?
Realizing she hadn't replied to Carter's comment, she reached up to tuck a piece of long, dark hair that had escaped from her messy bun behind her ear and gave him a smirk. "And you're such an expert on the subject, I suppose."
He shrugged. "I wouldn't say I'm an expert, but I've spanked a girlfriend or two. And it was quite a pleasurable experience for all involved."
Abruptly, an image of a woman draping herself over the gorgeous Carter Madison's knee for a spanking flashed into her head. Skye felt her face color and quickly took another sip of her coffee. She should have figured he'd be the type who'd get off on smacking a woman's ass.
"If I'd known you were so knowledgeable about the subject, I would have let you answer Curious About Spanking's letter," she said coolly.
Carter chuckled. "Maybe you should have since I obviously have more experience on the subject."
She let out a snort.
He regarded her thoughtfully. "Tell me, Skye, have you ever even been spanked?"
Her color deepened. "That's none of your damn business."
His mouth twitched. "I'll take that as a no. Or maybe you have been spanked, and you didn't like it." He considered that for a moment, then shook his head. "Nope, you've never been spanked. I can tell."
She narrowed her eyes at him. How could he possibly tell something like that? What, did she have a scarlet "P" on her chest for prude? She was very kinky. She just didn't want to be spanked.
"Don't you have a column to write?" she said irritably. "I'm sure there's something going on in the world of football that's newsworthy."
"There isn't. I checked before I came down to get coffee." He flashed her a grin. "If you've never gotten spanked, do you really think you're qualified to give advice on the subject?"
Why was she still sitting here talking to him? "You didn't play every position in football, but you still give your opinion on it, don't you?"
"Not the same thing."
God, he was annoying. "I don't have to experience something to give advice about it. That's what intelligence can do for you. And if I don't have knowledge about something, I consult with someone who does."
Carter nodded. "That makes a lot of sense. So, whom did you consult about spanking?"
Oh, damn. She'd walked right into that one, hadn't she? So what if she hadn't consulted with anyone about spanking? She didn't answer to him. She certainly didn't get a say about what he wrote in his daily column.
She grabbed her purse. "I have to get back to work."
Carter reached out and put a hand on her arm. "Hold on a second. I think we're making a breakthrough here that could be vital to your future as an advice columnist. You didn't consult with anyone, did you? Which means you could have given that poor woman the wrong advice."
She glared across the table at him. "I didn't give her the wrong advice."
"You hope you didn't give her the wrong advice, but it's possible that you did." His golden-brown eyes glinted. "How about I give you a spanking so you'll know a little more about the subject?"
Skye couldn't keep her jaw from dropping. "You've got to be kidding. There's no way in hell I would ever let you spank me."
He lifted a brow. "Not even to help your readers?"
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. This isn't about my readers. This is about you."
"Yes. Trying to prove your right."
"Maybe." Carter grinned and Skye couldn't help but notice that his smile seemed to light up a good portion of the room. "Let's make things more interesting then. You agree to let me spank you. If I'm right and you enjoy it, you apologize to Curious in your column and tell her that you were wrong."
Skye almost laughed at how absurd that was. "I'm not going to enjoy it."
"Well, then you're halfway to winning the bet already."
"Or wager, if you prefer to call it that."
She didn't care what he called it. It was still stupid. But she'd play his game. "So, what do I get if I win?"
He shrugged. "If you don't enjoy it, you don't have to apologize to Curious About Spanking in your column."
"That's not winning anything. In order to have a wager, both people have to risk losing something."
"What are you suggesting?"
Skye had expected him to back down the moment she implied he'd have to ante up. The fact that he was still grinning worried her. She knew she should pick up her purse and latte and leave, but she couldn't. She hated to admit it, but she was the kind of girl who always got pulled into the truth and dare games in college. Her pride never let her back down from a challenge. And this was definitely a challenge. She simply had to make the risk too high for him to agree. That way, if he brought it up again, she could remind him that he was the one who'd chickened out.
"If you win the bet, I have to humiliate myself in public," she said. "If I win, you should have to do the same."
That sensuous mouth of his twitched. "I hardly think that apologizing to one of you readers qualifies as humiliating."
"It's not just the apology," she protested. "I'll be admitting I was wrong in front of the entire city. To me, that counts as pretty major humiliation."
His eyes narrowed. "I think I may have misjudged you. But okay. You obviously already have something in mind, so what is it?"
"You're going to that sports awards dinner in a couple weeks, right? The one where you're getting recognized for best reporter of the year or something?" She'd heard it from Pam in copyediting, who'd heard if from Bob in finance, who'd heard it from Allie in arts and leisure. "If I win, you accept your award dressed up as a clown. Big baggy pants, floppy shoes, funny nose, the whole works."
Carter stared at her as if she'd just told him she wanted him to dress up as the Sugar Plum Fairy and dance the Nutcracker. "You're joking, right?"
Skye smiled. She knew Carter would never agree to the bet now. He was too worried about looking cool to risk losing. He'd never dress up like a clown and humiliate himself in front of his colleagues. Especially when she was essentially the one deciding who won or lost the bet.
"I knew you'd be too chicken."
She made little, clucking sounds to make her point.
The muscle in his jaw flexed. "You're on. If you can honestly tell me that you don't enjoy the spankings, I'll accept my award dressed up like a clown."
She frowned. "Spankings? As in more than one?"
The corners of his mouth edged up. "You have complete say in who wins and loses this wager, which means we need a little something to balance the scales. Instead of one spanking, I'm going to give you three of them, at a time and place of my choosing. That will give you plenty of opportunity to reflect on them, and give me an honest opinion."
Skye's mouth tightened. Dammit. She was trapped and he knew it. If she didn't agree to go through with it, Carter would think it was because she was the one who was too chicken.
"How do you know that I won't just say I hated them, no matter what?"
"You could do that, but I'm depending on your journalistic integrity to keep you honest. I'm willing to take the chance. Are you?"
Even though she knew she shouldn't do it, Skye found herself nodding. "It's a deal."
Carter reached out to shake her hand. His was big and strong, and just the slightest bit rough. "I'll pick you up Friday around seven."
Her brow furrowed. "Pick me up for what?"
"To take you out to dinner, of course."
She blinked. "You're taking me out to dinner? We didn't say anything about a date."
He snorted. "What did you think I was going to do, come by your cubicle on my lunch break and give you a spanking? Besides, it's not a date. It's just two coworkers having dinner together."
One of whom was going to spank the other at the end of the night. "Right."
"You have to be in the right mood to enjoy your spanking, and in the interest of winning the bet, I'd be stupid not to help you get into the right mood."
Skye gritted her teeth. Carter may not want to call it a date, but it sure seemed like one to her. Well, she was stuck now.
"Fine. I'll text you my address," she snapped, picking up her phone and getting to her feet. "By the way, I don't like seafood."
"You live in San Francisco, and you don't like seafood?" When she only glowered at him, he held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, no seafood."
What the hell had her pride gotten her into? "You'd better reserve that clown costume, because you're going to need it."
Giving him one more glare, she grabbed her purse and half-finished latte, then turned on her heel and stomped out of the coffee shop.
* * * * *
Carter watched her go, his gaze fixed on the sexy sway of her hips as she walked. The thin, dress slacks she wore only emphasized her curves, mesmerizing him. He'd always been partial to that part of the female anatomy, and Skye Covington definitely had one hell of a gorgeous ass.
He honestly hadn't come over to her table to talk her into letting him spank her. And he certainly never meant to make that stupid bet. He'd honestly only intended to rib her a little bit about her column. But the conversation had taken on a life of its own and the next thing he knew, the words just came out—Freudian slip, he guessed.
He still couldn't believe Skye had agreed to the wager. Maybe she had a competitive streak of her own. Not that he was complaining. He'd been attracted to her from the minute he'd set eyes on her that first time at a staff meeting. One look at that long dark hair, big blue eyes and knockout body, and he'd been a goner. But he'd quickly learned through the office grapevine that not only did Skye not fish off the company pier, she also didn't think much of jocks. He'd dropped the whole idea of asking her out after that.
This was as close as he was going to get to a date with her, so he might as well treat it like one. The only difference was that he'd be giving her a spanking at the end of it, instead of a kiss goodnight. And since there was a pretty good chance she was going to hate the spanking as much as she said she would, he doubted they'd be going out again.
He swore under his breath. Maybe he'd better rent that clown costume because he was probably going to be wearing it.
What the hell had he been thinking?
Carter grabbed the newspaper from the table and scanned the front page. But nothing there could distract him from thoughts of the Bay Gazette's beautiful advice columnist, and what her ass would look like colored that perfect shade of pink.