High powered
business woman, Violet Walker, has long left her artistic days behind. That is
until her best friend, Everleigh Harris, invites her to Corbin's Bend for an
art festival. What Everleigh doesn't know is that Violet hasn't been able to
paint a single brush stroke since turning her back on her submissive desires
and spanking needs in college. When she meets charismatic and drop dead
gorgeous Charles her world is turned completely upside down. Will Violet,
overworked, burnt out, and in denial of her deepest wants and desires, be able
to surrender when love knocks on her door?
Charles
Robinson, President of the discipline Board in Corbin’s Bend and longtime
resident, adores the community he lives in and the freedom it provides for all
who live there. Raised in a traditional family; love and discipline are a way
of life for him. There’s nothing he wants more than a marriage just like his
parents where spanking and romance go hand in hand, even if that means holding
out for true love. Is Violet just the kind of woman he’s looking for?
Will Violet
risk the life she’s built for herself in blood, sweat, and tears for the
undeniable connection she has with Charles, the utter bliss and contentment she
feels when she’s over his lap? Can Charles convince Violet she really can have
it all? Will this trip be just what she needs to rekindle all that she has lost
since joining the corporate world?
Sometimes we all need a push to allow ourselves to have the
break that we need or to enjoy an activity when we let our to do list get too
long. Balance, it’s something we all need and something that not many of us
allow ourselves to have. There’s always something to get done, deadlines to
meet, family to take care of, and housework to do. However, the catch is that
if we don’t allow ourselves to have it, or if we deny ourselves something we
need, we burn ourselves out. Violet has reached just that point in A Brush of Violet before she meets
Charles. She’s denied her needs and in doing so, kept herself from the outlet
she needed most to keep her spirit alive while still meeting her deadlines.
Once she gives in and allows herself to give into to these needs she finds
herself blossoming in every part of her life. It’s a lesson we all could take
to heart. We need to take the bull by the horns and allow ourselves time every
day to rest, relax, and enjoy something that rejuvenates ourselves. The
“should’s” and “have to’s” will be there when we’re done.
As they made their way across the grassy knoll in the large park
situated next to the community pool, the sound of children splashing and
playing filled the air. The wind rustled through the leaves blowing all around
them. The sight of the leaves dancing to the rhythm of the wind, just as the
sun kissed her face, sent waves of contentment over her entire being. The
feeling grew as Charles started whistling a tune as he walked beside her.
“You know,” she said as she plucked a sweet yellow wild flower
from the grass in front of her and tucked it behind her ear, “I have not felt
this relaxed in as long as I can remember.” Gracefully, she stretched her arms
toward the sky allowing them to relax along with the muscles in her entire
body.
A realization dawned on her as she looked over at the strong, yet
peaceful face beside her. Charles always seemed to have an ease about him. “How
do you do it?” she asked, bewildered.
“How do I do what?” He crooked an eyebrow up in question.
“You always look relaxed, comfortable in your own skin.” She
looked up into his eyes and broke out into a grin. “And you always have this
look in your eye like you know some great secret that the rest of us aren’t
privy to. I guess you just look happy.”
He chuckled, looking a bit perplexed. “Well that’s probably
because I am. Aren’t you?” he asked, his hand brushed her shoulder in a
familiar way as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do. She had to
admit she didn’t mind.
The birds called to each other from tree to tree as she thought
about what she was trying to say. “Happy? I mean sure, I love my job. There’s
just no time for anything else. Nothing. I live, eat, and breathe my career.”
The muscles in her shoulders tightened as she spoke. “You know I have always
thought that it was just a part of it and that’s fine. But then I met you,” she
said, wrinkling her forehead. His hand had almost by instinct found her areas
of stress. She sighed luxuriating in the magic his fingers worked. “You have as
high powered of a career as I do. You’re an attorney for goodness sakes,” she
said with exasperation. “Yet, here you are, taking the time to show me around
all the while whistling a tune and you look like you’re truly enjoying
yourself. Since we’ve been out here, it’s dawned on me that this is the most
relaxed I’ve been since I took my job.” She felt confused, agitated even, at
this realization.
She shivered as he reached out and straightened the flower in her
hair. Her heart palpitated every time he touched her.
“Do you think it’s because you don’t allow yourself to relax?” He
quirked an eyebrow at her. “Do you ever take the time to do something just for
the sake of enjoying it?” he asked.
Surprised by this, she looked sharply over at him. “No, there’s
never any time. I always have a deadline looming. The paperwork is endless.
Aren’t you afraid if you take a break that everything will fall to shit?” she
asked, consternation breaking over her.
“No, honestly, I don’t.” He looked her levelly in the eye. “The
work’s not going anywhere. Even if you miss out on one deal, there will always
be another. If I want to be productive, I need to be a balanced person. To do
that, it’s imperative to me to take time out to focus on myself. That means
taking time to work out, to go for a run or to focus on my personal interests
and passions for a bit. In fact, that’s how I wound up in Corbin’s Bend. It’s
important to me to be free to be who I am.”
Violet’s eyes snapped up quickly as their conversation was
interrupted by a faint smacking sound carried across the lawn. Was that what
she thought it was? She looked across the lawn, shading her eyes against the
sun, to see a couple standing near a park bench a little ways away. A woman was
getting her bottom spanked soundly as the man she was with rained smacks down
just below her sit spot on her upper thighs. The woman struggled fiercely not
only to keep her dress down, but was also doing her best to evade the spanking.
The woman was kicking her feet earnestly causing her sundress to work its way
up her thighs.
She darted her tongue out to lick her suddenly dry lips. Her heart
thundered under her breast bone. She knew she should probably look away, but
she couldn’t bring herself to avert her eyes. She was mesmerized by the scene
in front of her as heat flooded her body against her will. She could feel
Charles watching her watch the chastisement unfold before her.
It was over practically as soon as it started. The stern looking
man led the sheepish looking woman away to where Violet could only guess they
would finish the spanking in private. The couple looked nowhere near done.
Trying to gain her
composure, she took a deep cleansing breath and tried to act as if nothing out
of the ordinary had occurred.
Charles gave her a deep and meaningful look. “I’m curious, Violet.
You know what kind of community this is. You don’t even bat an eye at the
references or things that go on here. In fact, judging by your reaction to what
we just saw,, I would say that you are intrigued.”
Violet could feel the flush of heat color her face and she tried
to find anywhere to look but into Charles scrutinizing gaze. “Everleigh has
mentioned that you have been her biggest support in both entering a domestic
discipline relationship with Rob and moving here. I’m just wondering if this
isn’t as new to you as I thought.”
She cleared her throat nervously. “It’s not,” she practically
whispered, bending down to pick a large blade of grass to have something to do
with her hands.
“Violet,” Charles asked, tipping her face up to look him in the
eye. “Have you ever been spanked?”
“I have,” she admitted, her ears burning while she fervently
wished the earth could swallow her whole. “It was a long time ago.” The words
tumbled from her mouth. “I had a boyfriend once who liked to spank me.”
He took a step toward her, his presence filled her senses. “And
what about you, Violet, do you like to be spanked?” he asked, his voice a rich
low tone.
“Yes,” she squeaked, her eyes darting as she tried to find
anywhere to look but him.
Corinne Alexander is an erotic spanking romance writer who
loves nothing more than to snuggle up with a cup of coffee, a warm blanket, and
a steaming hot erotic romance. She enjoys strong alphas, feisty heroines, and a
good old fashioned spanking romance. A Brush of Violet (Corbin’s Bend) is her
debut novella. Corinne’s favorite kind
of day is when she can slip away into nature to get lost in her daydreams (spinning
her fantasies) with the forest floor under her feet, the wind rustling through
her hair, and sunbeams kissing her face. 
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