Making Michael Obey (5 erotic short stories)

K.C. CAVE - Making Michael Obey - 625x1000The set-up: This 5-story value pack features mega-teaser Junie and her boyfriend Michael. She makes life miserable for him—seducing, spanking, licking and tormenting him all over the house just because he wants to loll her around on their new bed. It’s all loving fun in this 12,000-word set with explicit M/F sex, oral sex, spanking, masturbation, anal play, food desecration, and nonstop male humiliation. Each story is also available individually (Book 1, Wiped!, is free on Smashwords and Barnes & Noble)

E-Read Erotica Reviews: K.C. Cave is quickly becoming my favorite author for WTF kinky sex. This book is a very fun collection of kinky encounters between just two people, but wow, they slam home with intensity and sexual energy…. I enjoyed this a lot.

BDSM Book Reviews: …an enjoyable read with likable characters and sexy scenarios. The writing is both fluid and imaginative. The author makes it easy for readers to project themselves into the action and care about the outcome. Those with a taste for hardcore erotica might not find this book suitable for their palate, but most others should.

An excerpt:

My six-foot-two frame was stretched out as I bent over, on my toes and my bare ass pointing up. Junie grabbed my legs, using leverage to tip me inside. She’s amazingly strong for such a small package. I slid face-down into the chest and braced myself with both hands on an assortment of junk. My face rested against what appeared to be a Barbie doll. It was dark, so I wasn’t sure. I hoped it wasn’t a Ken doll.

Junie’s hand held my back down, applying gentle pressure. I was pinned. Without a display of brute force, I wasn’t going anywhere.

“What are you doing?” My voice was muffled by the array of junk. I thought it was a reasonable question.

“Sorry, darling, but it can’t be helped. Justice must be served. And you’re the only one available.”

“Only one what?”


I let that go. I heard her open a bureau drawer and pull something out.

“Sorry, darling.”

SMACK. She had whacked me on my bare ass with what felt like a paddle.

“That’s for thirty-five centuries of male oppression.”

I struggled to pull out—or at least get off my toes and put my feet flat on the floor. It wasn’t going to happen. Junie had her arm around my waist. I felt the coolness of the paddle as she ran it across my bare cheeks.

“Do I get a whack for each century?”

“One for each year if you’re not more respectful.”

SMACK. My other ass cheek. Hard. But not too hard. Just enough to reawaken my cock.

“And that was for … ?”

“I’m thinking.”

SMACK. “Ow!” That one was really hard.

And, now, so was I. My dick strained against the cedar chest. If I could free a hand, I’d stroke it. Fat chance. A reach-around by my darling girlfriend was my only hope.

“That one was for menstruation.”

She had me there. What did that have to do with male oppression?


“Okay, could you run that one by me?” She ignored me.

“This is for the cramps.”


“And these are for the bleeding.”


“Junie, you’re not making sense.”

I felt her lean forward into the chest.

“If men menstruated, it would be a sacrament, celebrated in word and song. There would feasts and festivals. A monument on the Mall. And multiple cable channels, just like golf and college football.”


“And all you get is PMS?” Wrong thing to say.

“Michael, I expect better than that.”


“I’m the sacrificial lamb and you want sympathy?”

“Darling, things just worked out this way,” she purred. “Don’t take it personally.”


Word count: 12,000

Price: $3.99

Available at Amazon, iTunes, Smashwords, Carnal Pleasures, A1AdultEbooks, Kobo, TabooReading, Excitica, Barnes & Noble, Google Play, Amazon UK



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