Spank or Treat (MF, MFM, MMF)

Suncoast Society 18

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 25,003
25 Ratings (4.7)
[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, M/M/F with M/M, voyeurism, exhibitionism, Shibari, spanking, flogging, caning, sex toys, HEA]
Seth and Leah are throwing a Halloween party for their friends from the Suncoast Society. Melancholy memories swirl through the minds of many of the attendees even as they have a howling good time. Who knew kinksters could have so much fun carving pumpkins, or that pool games could be so…dirty?
When Tilly’s in charge of the entertainment, you know things will get raunchy. That’s what makes it so much fun!
But what’s that lurking in the spooktacular display in the front yard? Is it a prankster…or are the kinksters inside not the only ones in high spirits on this spank or treat night?
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Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
Spank or Treat (MF, MFM, MMF)
25 Ratings (4.7)

Spank or Treat (MF, MFM, MMF)

Suncoast Society 18

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 25,003
25 Ratings (4.7)
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This collection of stories from the Halloween party is sweet and mellow. It was wonderful to think about Kaden "attending" the party and watching out for his friends and loved ones.
Katy Beth
Love the holiday themed books! This one is similar to the others but this one had an added twist...

It was eerie that every one kept seeing Kaden looking in windows, walking through the yard diplays, etc. At first I believed it was the "plus one" that Ed was brinigning. But at the end, to find out the actor wasn't there was kinda freaky. I Loved It! It was wonderful to have Kaden keeping a watch over them.
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4 STARS: "With Halloween increasingly erotic with its naughty costumes, is it any wonder that BDSM folks enjoy this holiday? This latest naughty party is held by Seth and Leah. Seth goes crazy with the scary decoration and it's adorable how much he loves Halloween. This one is a bit more moving because there are poignant memories and references brought up in this tale. One of my favourite books in this series is The Reluctant Dom. It's the story of how Seth and Leah are brought together by Kaden. There are times where certain things or events are not mentioned because it conjures up painful memories. In this, Ms. Dalton showcases how past pains can be a bridge to new beautiful memories. For example, the similarities between Kaden and Seth's enthusiasm for holiday decoration is noted by everyone who attends the party. For Kaden, it is Christmas; for Seth it is Halloween. Whilst this similarity could make people uncomfortable and walk on eggshells, instead, it's almost a tribute in remembrance. By tying in Kaden's love of a specific holiday, Ms. Dalton brings about another "from the grave" missive which gives a loving eerie feel to this story. It's truly one which makes my goosebumps pop up and yet it is a comforting feeling of being watched over by someone who loved deeply. Melancholy musings aside, this party is truly fun. Between the scary parts which backfire and the pumpkin contest, it's a riot. I must say, the pumpkin drawing contest on the ass is inspired and I want to use it as a contest in the community I am in. It would be a blast and I'm sure the commentary will be just as raunchy and crude as the ones in this story. Seeing friends come together to celebrate another holiday together and making more memories is heartwarming. The bonds these people build are more than just physical. This is the power of this series--a community of acceptance, no matter how different or kinky a person may be. This is kinky story recommended as a BDSM Gateway book." -- BookAddict, The Romance Reviews

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An e-mail sent out by Ross to specially selected members of the Suncoast Society munch group:

October 10…

Dear Friends,

Seth and Leah would like to invite you and your significant and non-significant others to a kinky Halloween Spank or Treat party.

Dress up (or down!) as whatever sexy or scary creature you want for a night of hobnobbing with hobgoblins. (Or knob-gobbling, same thing.)

Rumor has it there might be a naked pumpkin carving contest. Or you can take a marker and draw an Ass-O-Lantern on your subby’s hindquarters. Your choice. (We don’t want to know where you’ll put the candle. That’s some kinky wax play, right there…) There might also be a bobbing for boners contest. (New and unused dildos only, we promise.)

The event takes place Saturday, October 29th.

RSVP to Ross BEFORE Monday, October 24th. Directions and gate access code will be sent to those who RSVP on Tuesday, October 25th.

Arrive after 6:00 p.m.

Dinner will be at 7:00 p.m.

Stay and play until ???

There is a heated pool and a hot tub. If you’d like to use them, bring a towel and a bathing suit. The towel is mandatory, but the suit is optional.

Please bring a side dish to share, and beverages of your choice. There will be a main barbecue dish provided (beef and chicken).


1) Please arrive in non-fetish attire. The neighbors are very vanilla and we do not want to upset their peaceful world.

2) Dress for a sexy Halloween barbecue, and if you want to change (or strip) after dark for sexy play, that’s okay, too.

3) Don’t bring uninvited guests (we usually say yes if you want to add someone, but please ask first), and please don’t talk about the party to anyone not on the guest list.

4) NO drugs. No smoking inside (outside on lanai ONLY in designated area).

5) Alcohol is allowed, but you must bring your own and play responsibly.

6) Please leave the parking spaces near the house free for people bringing play furniture. If you wish to bring play furniture, please coordinate with Ross, Seth, or Tony.

7) The house is on a septic system, so no…


* * * *


Well?” Seth asked as he proudly surveyed his handiwork. “What do you think?”

Leah let out a snort. “Seriously?”

He almost looked hurt. “What? Don’t you like it?”

Leah softened her tone. “I think it’s horribly adorable, but what are you doing? More importantly, why?”

“I’ve never put up a huge Halloween display before. I thought it’d be neat to do it since we’re hosting the Halloween party this year.”

Originally, Tony and Shayla had volunteered to host the party. But then Tony got called out of town on a massive emergency project for work for several weeks, meaning he wouldn’t have time to help Shayla with the preparations.

Or, maybe not even be there.

So Tony and Shayla had offered to swap out and hold the Christmas party instead. Seth and Leah would take on the New Year’s party, giving Abbey and John the Valentine’s Day party.

And…so on. Ross was the one keeping track. Ross and Loren couldn’t hold many parties at their house anymore. Not now that Essie’s mom—who lived right across the street from them—was friends with them. If she saw her daughter or sons-in-laws’ vehicles in the yard, she might toodle on over to see what was up.

That was a situation everyone wanted to avoid. It was one thing for Essie’s mom to be okay with her daughter’s polyamorous living arrangement with the three Collins brothers.

Walking in on a kinky BDSM party might not go over so well.

Thus, Ross and Loren weren’t hosting many parties right now. Not the big holiday ones, leastways.

“Well, it’s safe to say you’ve crossed ‘huge Halloween display’ off your bucket list, Sir,” Leah said.

“Was that subtle snark?”

She smirked. “Not at all, Sir. I believe that was outright sarcasm. At least, that’s the effect I was going for.”


In the yard, Seth had assembled a hodgepodge of Halloween decorations, from the standard fake tombstones all the way up to inflatables, and even a gigantic moving spider flanking their front door. Orange and purple lights were strung in the bushes and trees around the front of the house, fake spiderwebs threatened to entrap people, and several fake zombies were in various stages of emerging from the ground.

“You have to admit,” he said. “This is pretty awesome.”

She slipped her arm though his. “I didn’t say it wasn’t.”

“Is it scary?”

“Define scary.”

“No orgasms for a month.”

“Terrifying, Sir. I’m trembling in fear.”

He snorted. “Again, at least try to be convincing.”

“I’m a horrible liar, Sir. You know that.”

“I know.” He pulled her into his arms. “It’s one of the many things I love about you.”




She was aware of their friends talking, of people laughing and the barbecue going on the other side of the pool. Of people playing inside the house, the sounds of a female voice pitching up in the unmistakable sounds of an orgasm.

It didn’t matter. It was like muffled cotton, faded, distant. All she focused on was the feel of Scrye’s hands, the feel of the rope, the sound of his breathing and muttering as he talked to himself while tying her.

She’d learned long ago not to ask him what he was saying. Half the time, he didn’t even know, the idle muttering a way he talked himself through his rigging. He’d spent countless hours practicing, years ago starting with tying up some of the girls’ largest stuffed animals in suspension rigs, working his way up to rolled up and weighted sleeping bags, and then to using June as his bunny.

The feeling of being bound by the rope was indescribable to her. Even better than simply being tied down and helpless in bed, this was artistic, energetic, kinetic. She participated even as she was immobilized, not just passively being made to orgasm, or having her ass smacked.

Both activities she definitely loved and enjoyed, but being Scrye’s rope bunny allowed her to spend time with the man most of the world never got to see, her husband’s inner sadist, the rope artisan.

He finally reached the moment of truth. Hooking an arm around her waist, he lifted her up so she could grab the ring the ropes were now wrapped through. Belaying her off the ground was easy for him since he could man-handle her. And her own strength meant she could help him, too.

Once he had the slack taken out, he supported her back with one hand. “Okay, let go.”

She did, arching her back as she spun, faceup, in a lazy circle, eyes closed.

He gave her a gentle shove, making her swing.

More fun for her, the freedom of flying in the ropes.

After a couple of minutes, he grabbed her left leg and she felt more ropes being tied on as he bent her knee and tied her ankle in place, nearly touching her ass. Another rope on her right leg, and then her wrists were quickly bound together under her, connected to her ankles.

She now swung, helpless, breasts exposed, pussy open and vulnerable.

Just the way he liked to have her.

She heard him pick something up and the first stingy swat against the outside of her left thigh landed, hard and sharp, driving her dive into subspace. He was using the lightweight acrylic paddle she loved and hated, a stingy little motherfucker that would help drop her like a rock into subspace even as she started whining about the sting.

Scrye slid two fingers into her pussy, which betrayed her. “You’re wet, baby. I think you like this a lot more than you say you do.” More swats, on her thighs, her ass, her upper arms, even as he rubbed her clit with his thumb and finger-fucked her pussy.

This is how she’d remain until she offered up her first orgasm to him, his willing prisoner, exposed.

“After I get done with you,” he said, “I’m going to fuck your brains out, and then you’re going to suck my cock clean. Then and only then will I let you down, so you’d better start coming for me.”

He laid the paddle on her stomach and started tormenting her breasts, her nipples, pinching, rolling, flicking them. Sometimes he tied the harnesses to push her breasts out, but he didn’t tonight. Tonight he left them free to torture and torment. Including leaning in to nip and suck on her nipples.

That’s what shoved her over the edge, finally. As she started coming, straining in the ropes, the hand in her pussy fucked her harder, faster, slamming against her clit with every stroke. “There you go,” he said. “I knew you had it in you.”

And after all their years together, he also knew exactly how to keep her coming. He grabbed her by the hair with his other hand to hold her body still while the hand in her pussy kept her orgasming.

Of course, he always took her right to the edge, just when she thought she might have to safeword, the hand in her pussy fell still, making her gasp.

Fingers touched her lips and her mouth opened automatically, sucking them clean for him.

He spun her around, and then slid his cock into her, slowly, deeply, using the ropes to hold on for traction.

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