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Four Tamings: A Novel of Erotic Domination by Imelda Stark

In his mid-30s, Rafael Fernandez represents every woman’s dream of the perfect Latin lover: dark hair, dark eyes, and a body sculpted by years of service in the Special Forces. Rafael is introduced to BDSM by one of his buddies, and the pair exploits a coterie of submissive women that congregate around military bases, looking for Hot Dominant men.

After his discharge, Rafe becomes the Foreman for a Ranch in Central California, where he befriends the local Sheriff. Knowing Rafe’s history of breaking even the most recalcitrant prisoners, the Sheriff enlists his services in saving his beautiful, headstrong niece from addiction and jail, after her fifth failed try in rehab.

Thrilled by the challenge, Rafe devises a regimen of painful physical consequences for bad behavior, contrasted with sexual rewards for progress in recovery. His charge must willingly subject herself to his authority, permitting him to punish and pleasure her at will, in order for the program to succeed. In her desperation to avoid prison, the frantic young redhead signs on. Rafe carries her off into a world of sizzling erotic pain and over-the-top sexual pleasure, each far beyond anything she ever imagined.

As charismatic Rafe deals with the Sheriff’s niece, it becomes apparent that there are several other candidates ready and in need of his brand of “recovery”.

Includes: BDSM, female submission, Master/slave, bondage, punishment, whipping, exhibitionism and more!

Artist Credit

Cover Art CURAphotography – Shutterstock.com

Publish Date

5/27/2016

Page Count

128

Word Count

82637

ISBN

9781942331957

Excerpt

Rafe had been educated in modern agriculture at Texas A & M, after which he had served with distinction in the Special Forces in Iraq. There he had been an intelligence officer, using cutting edge IT techniques to try to stay one step ahead of the jihadis in the never ending cat and mouse game of counter-insurgency. His searching intelligence leant itself well to that work, and while in the service he also found an unexpected bonus that spectacularly enhanced his private life. It seemed that there was a coterie of women, some young and some approaching middle age, who greatly enjoyed subjecting their bent and bared bottoms to the punitive (and, of course, eventual erotic) attentions of handsome, dominant servicemen like Rafe.

A buddy sensed that the future Foreman might be the sort of man who would warm to such activities, and an introduction was made when he was home on leave. The young soldier was fascinated to discover that his darker side could find a totally consensual outlet with a surprisingly attractive and even more shockingly avid woman ten years older than him. She moaned in anticipatory pleasure as he raised her skirt and lowered her panties to reveal a fulsome feminine pair of dimpled nether moons. Their intriguing pallor his hard hand rapidly changed to a nice rosy cerise. The sex they had after her spanking was sizzling hot, and a budding dom was born. She told her friends in the BDSM scene about her handsome new Green Beret find, and soon his leave time was delightfully spiced by more kinky sex than he knew what to do with.

Less fortunately, once Rafe left the service to take the assistant manager’s job on the vast West Texas spread, he lost touch for a time with the BDSM world that was so accessible surrounding military bases. There was no shortage of attractive young women more than happy to spread their legs for a handsome young man who was clearly going places. But to his disappointment, our hero had lost his zest for what the BDSM scene termed ‘vanilla’ sex. When he hinted to several of his wilder partners that bad girls like them might benefit from a bit of intense attention to their bottoms, they looked at him like he was some kind of psycho, and he quickly dropped the issue.

But the bottom line, so to speak, for the new Foreman at Rancho Arroyo Escondido was that he hadn’t had any sex that was more than perfunctorily enjoyable for a few years. Then the same buddy who had initiated him into BDSM mustered out of the service and took a security job less than a hundred miles away. Within weeks, Rafe was accompanying his oldest and closest friend Jack to San Francisco, where they both visited a very private club for aficionados of painful pleasures. There the gorgeous young Foreman and his even more massively muscled blonde friend became mainstays among the dominant males. It seemed that the two men shared an insistence that their submissive partners always experience the extremes of erotic pleasure as the climax (so to say) of any painful scene. This was quite endearing to the avid coterie of attractive women of all ages willing to subject their bottoms to just the sorts of painful attention the two men adored giving.

But down at the Ranch, it was bachelor living or vanilla sex alone for the handsome young Latino, who channeled his erotic frustration into killer workouts that made him even more hunky. Then this state of affairs (or the lack thereof) changed in an almost unimaginable way, and totally unexpectedly. Rafe was just finishing up a Mounted Patrol meeting when the Sheriff and Judge drew him aside and asked him to wait around until the rest of the members had departed. The Sheriff looked uncomfortable for the first time in their six year friendship as he muttered: ‘Rafe, I’ve got a god-damned mess on my hands, and I think you may be the man to help me out. You know Emily and I always wanted kids, but it never worked out for us. So her sister’s kid, my niece Nicole, sort of became the daughter we never had…spent most summers with us growing up, that sort of thing. Well, as a teenager, she fell in with the wrong crowd, and one thing has led to another down a very dark pathway as she enters her twenties. She came to visit a month ago, and broke up with her girlfriend over the phone, since trying on the lesbian lifestyle is her latest little shenanigan. Then she got picked up by one of my deputies totally drunk and tweaked out on speed after totaling my wife’s car. She’s sobered up in jail, and is all contrite and willing to do anything not to go to prison, just as she has every other time when we’ve ponied up for rehab. I think she needs a different kind of rehabilitation, and I’ve watched you gentle the wildest horses in an almost magical way. She claims she’ll go along with any kind of behavior modification program, and it seems to me that the Ranch might be isolated enough that she won’t be able to make a connection with a pusher. The Judge here is ready to divert her sentence if you’d take this on, or else he’s got to send her to State Prison since this is her fifth strike on DUI alone. What do you say?’

Rafe had often wondered if some of his ideas about corporal punishment might be usefully carried over to the treatment of wayward young people. He had never met Nicole, but had seen her pictures up on the wall at the Sheriff’s home, and she was an absolute knockout–a fiery redhead like her Uncle with the voluptuous body of an Irish country girl, fitting with her family heritage. Her father had apparently been from the old country, where he had learned to drink and charm pretty women in approximately equal measure, while never finding a way to prioritize actually holding a job. The thought of having carte blanche to try out his rather kinky theories on such a tempestuous beauty excited the handsome Foreman greatly, though he was careful not to show it.

Instead, he took a moment to ponder the request, and replied: ‘Damn, I’m sorry to hear about this, Sheriff. I’d be happy to help, but I’d need to okay it with my Boss, and I’d need to meet Nicole and see if she’s truly willing to go along with my program once she understands exactly what that entails.’ The two older men gladly agreed with these conditions, and a meeting was arranged at the jail in the county seat. Rafe was led into an interview room, and soon a slender young woman who seemed to be in her mid twenties dressed in an orange prison jump suit was led into the room and took a seat across a small table. She was indeed a stunning beauty, with dark red hair shading into auburn, and enormous blue eyes in a pretty, overtly contrite Irish face. She looked far thinner in the jumpsuit than she had in the family portrait he’d seen, which made sense if she’d been tweaking. She looked at him imploringly and gabbled: ‘Please, Sir, I’ll do anything, submit to any discipline, do any work you want, if you’ll give me a chance!’

Rafe looked at her squarely and replied: ‘Well, we’ll see about that, young lady. My understanding is that even the Betty Ford couldn’t straighten you out. So I’d be employing far different methods than they did, and it would involve you submitting to a different sort of behavioral therapy. I’ve learned from many years of breaking horses that they need to be shown in no uncertain terms who’s in control, and that needs to happen physically. So if you chose to accept release into my custody, it would mean that you willingly agreed to submit to corporal punishment whenever and however I deemed it appropriate. What do you think about that?’

Nicole had some experience with being spanked, as her father had believed that sparing the rod spoiled the child. But he had been around for only the first eight years of her life, and it had been confusing to her that too often when he had perhaps had a few too many drinks she seemed to end up over his knee having her bottom painfully warmed. Her mother had stopped all such behaviors once her Dad had fled back to Ireland to escape a check kiting charge that he knew was about to be filed by the DA. Her memories of being spanked was that it hurt horribly but that there was also some kind of secret benefit in getting to be close to her Dad and getting his full attention (which rarely otherwise came her way).

And now this gorgeous man not all that much older than her was apparently offering to bust her out of jail if she let him spank her. Well, no matter how much that might hurt, it was hard for the desperate young addict to see a good reason to look this gift horse in the mouth. So she looked into Rafe’s ironic grey eyes and said with all the sincerity she could muster: ‘I’ll gladly let you do anything to me that you think I need to help me get better, Sir. I promise to be good and try really hard, and to take my medicine like a big girl if I fuck…I mean mess…up. Just please give me a chance, and I’ll prove that this time I’ll make it work!’

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