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  Suncoast Society

  Happy Spank-O-Ween

  It’s time for another spooktacular Suncoast Society Halloween party! Seth and Leah are once again happy to host the festive holiday celebration, even knowing there’s a good chance they might have an extra guest in attendance. While they’re busy with their friends, it makes it awkward for June to explain—or reconcile—what she experiences in their home that night.

  It’s an encounter that makes June question everything she once believed. So when she and Scrye attend another Halloween party at Fenton and Joel’s, she can’t help but think about the past…which leaves her with more questions than answers.

  It also leaves her with a melancholy heart full of keenly painful memories. But when Scrye later admits to his own encounters, will it set June’s mind at ease, or completely break her heart?

  Genres: BDSM, Contemporary, Paranormal

  Length: 21,219

  HAPPY SPANK-O-WEEN

  Suncoast Society

  Tymber Dalton

  

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

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  A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK

  Happy Spank-O-Ween

  Copyright © 2018 by Tymber Dalton

  ISBN: 978-1-64243-482-8

  First Publication: November 2018

  Cover design by Harris Channing

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  For Hubby, and for Sir. He knows why.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Tymber Dalton is the wild-child alter-ego of author Lesli Richardson. She lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her husband (aka “The World’s Best Husband™”) and too many pets. Active in the BDSM lifestyle, the two-time EPIC award winner and part-time Viking shield-maiden loves to shoot skeet and play D&D with her friends. She’s also the bestselling author of over one hundred and fifty books and counting, including The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, Cardinal’s Rule, the Suncoast Society series, the Love Slave for Two series, the Triple Trouble series, the Coffeeshop Coven series, the Good Will Ghost Hunting series, the Drunk Monkeys series, and many more.

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  Author’s Note

  This is book 84 in the Suncoast Society series. You do not have to read all the books before this one to understand the plot or characters—most of the books in the series are standalone.

  Most of the characters in this book appear in or are featured in previous books in the Suncoast Society series. While most of the books in the Suncoast Society series are standalone works which may be read independently of each other, the recommended reading order to avoid spoilers and to not miss any backstory can be found on the Suncoast Society series page, along with character information and other trivia, on my website at:

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  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  HAPPY SPANK-O-WEEN

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  HAPPY SPANK-O-WEEN

  Suncoast Society

  TYMBER DALTON

  Copyright © 2018

  Chapter One

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

  October 2…

  Dear Friends,

  Seth and Leah would like to invite you and your significant and non-significant others to a Happy Spank-O-Ween party.

  (Hey, YOU try writing these things.)

  While we will have a suspension frame available for rigging, there won’t be a rigging contest at this party. Instead of a rigging contest, we’re going to have a costume contest. Crowd favorites in the following categories: kinky, traditional, sexy, and…*drumroll please* PUNS.

  (Because I’m a sadist, that’s why.)

  Marcia and Derrick have graciously donated four Sigalo’s gift certificates as prizes.

  We’re going to have a repeat of the Ass-O-Lantern contest. We’ll provide some markers, but if you want to bring your own, that’s fine, too. No cheating! Subbies can’t arrive pre-Ass-O-Lanterned. (Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d write.)

  And, yes, the diving for dildos contest is back. (Yes, the dildos are still “unused” in the way you’re thinking.) Cali, Max, and Sean have donated a gift basket of implements worth $100 as the grand prize, and will issue gift codes to their Two Crafty Bastards Toys website for $50 and $25 each for second and third places.

  Date: The event takes place Saturday, October 24.

  RSVP BEFORE Monday, October 19th. Directions and gate access code will be sent to those who RSVP on Tuesday, October 20th.

  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).

  HOUSE RULES:

  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, yes, including e-cigs/vaping).

  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…

  Chapter Two

  “I’ve heard rumors about Seth and Leah’s holiday parties,” Maddison said to June during a break in their Friday evening pole-dancing lesson. “That they’re…over-the-top?”

  Milo had received the e-mail invite that morning and already RVSP’d their acceptance. June and Scrye had told Milo and Mads some of the history behind the private parties, because they were the reason Milo and Mads had received their invite for this party. Milo and Mads were relatively new to the Suncoast Society social and munch group, but they had started attending the munches and Venture, the local BDSM club.

  Didn’t hurt that Mads’ best friend, Fen, and Fen’s husband, Joel, were also on the invite list.

  June giggled. “Seth does have a fondness for inflatables. And I don’t even mean pervy ones. Expect him to go big.”

  The studio door slid open right then, and Fen walked in, still dressed in street clothes from work and with a gym bag slung over his shoulder.

  “Sorry I’m late. A project got borked on me and I had to fix it before I could leave. Someone screwed with some of the damn files in review before they were sent to the shop, and managed to fuck them up. Oh, and Ben’s right behind me. He had to fix one he’d created.”

  “No worries,” June said. “We started without you.”

  “Let me go change and I’ll be right back.” He kissed Maddison on the cheek, then June, before heading over to the back corner where a free-standing privacy screen was set up for just that purpose.

  “How big are we talking?” Mads asked, returning to the subject.

  “Pretty dang big.”

  “What are we talking about?” Fen asked from behind the screen.

  “Seth’s inflatable collection. Outside decorations,” June amended before he could even ask.

  “Oh, yeah,” he called back. “The party. So, hey, we’re going, but we wanted to know if you and Scrye want to join us over at our place on Halloween night for dinner, if you don’t have plans? I know you mentioned the girls cancelled on you guys.” Their two daughters were in college up in Tampa, going to USF.

  “Yeah, they were invited by some friends to some big thing over at Busch Gardens,” June said. “Their parents had to cancel, so that freed up two tickets and they offered them to the girls. Free tickets and everything. The park does a huge Halloween thing up there every year. I can’t blame them for not wanting to miss it.”

  “So is that a yes?” He returned from behind the screen, now changed into suitable tight booty shorts, a clingy tank top, barefoot, and nothing else. “Nothing big, and definitely vanilla. My parents, Mads’ folks, Joel’s mom. Dinner, costumes, and handing out candy. And Mads and Milo, too, obviously.”

  “Sounds like fun to us,” June said. “I’ll clear it with Sir and let you know.”

  “Cool.” He set his bag down next to Maddison’s and removed his glasses to lay them on top. “So, where are we?”

  “You need to stretch, first, mister,” June playfully scolded. “You hurt yourself in a bad way and your Sir will have my head.”

  Maddison was just getting back into pole-dancing following her emergency appendectomy a few months earlier. She’d had to wait not only for clearance from her doctor for it, but had to rebuild her core strength.

  In the meantime, she’d been taking yoga classes from June, usually with Fen, because he was her bestie and didn’t want to take the pole-dancing classes without her, and didn’t want her to be lonely in yoga. Which, she wouldn’t have been, but she didn’t deny it was nice having him in class with her.

  Today was her first day back in the saddle…eh, on the pole.

  Which still sounded dirty, even though the classes were anything but.

  Today, instead of yoga, June was putting the two of them through private pole training.

  “So how have the classes been going, anyway?” Mads asked. “The pole classes?”

  “Really popular,” June said. “Even better than we expected. Especially once everyone in our group of friends saw the videos of Fen doing it.”

  The studio door slid open again, and Ben walked in, looking a little nervous. “Is this the right room?”

  “Yep!” Fen merrily said, walking over to him. He pointed over at the screen. “You can change over there.”

  “Thanks.” He walked that way.

  June waited until Ben disappeared behind the screen to smile. “He looks miserable,” she softly noted.

  “After Jake saw my video, he kind of ordered Ben to take lessons, too.”

  “Ah.”

  “He’s been stalling, and Jake finally put down his foot about it.” Jake also worked with Fen and Ben at McMannis Manufacturing, in Sarasota. He was Ben’s husband and Master, and both men were friends in common with the Suncoast Society group.

  It was actually because of Ben and Jake that Fen met Joel, through the Frightful Five matchmakers, who were also in the group.

  “I’ll take it easy on all of you today,” June said. “Fen, try not to show off too much, honey.”

  He grinned. “I can’t help it I’m a little bratty.”

  “You can,” June said with a smile of her own. “You just don’t want to.”

  “You got that right,” Mads said as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail with an elastic band. “He’s very much a brat.” She stuck her tongue out at him. “At least Joel can keep him in line.”

  He shrugged. “My Sir loves me just the way I am. Not my fault I’m legitimately fabulous.” He mimed buffing his fingernails.

  “And sooo humble, too,” Mads snarked.

  “Yes, well, there is that,” he agreed, ducking when she playfully swatted at him.

  * * * *

  Ben nervously changed behind the screen. He totally got the irony that he didn’t mind the things Jake did to him at home, at Venture, or at one of the private parties.

  This, however…

  The dance belt was brand new, and while he’d tried it on at home, along with the skin-tight lycra shorts he’d bought for this, it still felt…weird. Kinda like a jock strap, but not.

  It was supposed to help prevent him from flashing anyone, though. Not that this small, private class would mind that—hell, June and Fen had seen him totally naked at private parties and at Venture, and Mads was in the lifestyle, so it wasn’t like she’d be shocked.

  Except Jake had made it perfectly clear to Ben that he would be taking a full series of classes in pole dancing. He’d already ordered a pole of their own to install in their spare bedroom that was also their “workout room.”

  Which was what they called their playroom so their vanilla families wouldn’t get freaked out.

  After adding a tank top to the outfit, Ben neatly folded his clothes, tucked them into his bag, and emerged from the changing area.

  “There he is,” Fen said. “Ready?”

  “I guess I have to be.” He put his stuff next to everyone else’s and walked over. “Go easy on me today, huh?”

  “I will,” June assured him. “But don’t try to snow me and tell me you can’t take a little pain, because I’ve seen you take a hella lot of pain from your Sir.”

  Ben silently grumbled at June’s knowing smile, but didn’t say anything.

  She wasn’t wrong.

  They started with stretching, which helped relax him a little.

  Next—floorwork. While Ben had seen pole-dancing—obviously —he’d never really contemplated the mechanics of it. He’d been surprised when doing a search to find that there were, in fact, male pole-dancers. It was actually a competition sport, although most of the men seemed to do it more like a ninja kind of activity instead of the more fluid, sensual dance style a lot of women performed.

  Jake had specifically said he wanted Ben to learn the sensual variety.

  And to be prepared to share his knowledge at home, once their own pole was installed.

&nbs
p; Guess I’m going to be getting in better shape whether I want to or not.

  * * * *

  If Fen said he wasn’t enjoying his friend’s discomfort, he’d be a liar.

  He was absolutely enjoying Ben’s discomfort.

  Maybe I do have a sadistic streak in me.

  Ben wasn’t exactly super-coordinated, it turned out. June had Fen work with him on trying to get Ben’s hips to do smooth, sensual rolls, while June worked with Mads on other techniques.

  Ben might be a great friend, co-worker, and subbie, but he was obviously not much of a dancer or had a sense of rhythm.

  By the time they started working on the first basic pole technique, Ben looked like he was already worn out.

  “Don’t tell me you’re pooping out on us already,” June said. “Your Sir gave me specific orders to work your ass off.”

  “I just need water and a short break. This is harder than it looks.”

  “All right. Five minutes. Otherwise, I’ll rat you out to Jake.”

  “You sure you aren’t a Domme? You’re sure acting like it.”

  June grinned. “No, I’m a mom.”

  “Same thing,” Fen teased. “Almost.”

  “It is with my mom,” Mads groused. “She is riding my ass about the wedding.”

  Fen cleared his throat.

  “Worse than you are,” Mads added. “I’m sorry, I want to pick a venue first, then the date will follow based on their schedule. Stop trying to rush me, or I’ll ask Milo if we can elope to Vegas or something.”