Figging In Fiction

So I’m finally up on this twittery thing ( @FiggingDotCom ) and of course the first thing I did was interrogate the Twitter search box. “Oh Twitter search box, what can you tell me about figging?”

Imagine my delight to find a blog post about Riley Murphy’s new book in the Elora’s Cave Taboo line, which book is titled Reluctant Surrender and (duh) has figging in it:

Put the gloves on.”

He waited until she had them on before he said, “Now, would you like to know why we’re going to peel some of that gingerroot in the bag?”

“No.”

“Colin.”

“What? It’s the truth. I don’t want to know. You’re mad and…this?” She held up the root. “Looks scary.”

He took the swinging bag from her hand and after he removed the ginger, he began to prepare it. Slowly, he shaped the root, cutting two of the three fingers off before he smoothed the remaining one. He methodically peeled the stem down three-quarters of its length, leaving a good inch of peel on the bottom. Just above that line of skin, he cut a sizable groove.

“Your turn.” He passed it to her and waited for the questions to start.

“Why do you leave this part at the bottom alone?”

Reaching forward, he adjusted her hands and said, “Careful. You don’t want any nicks. You want it smooth as glass.” She nodded as he let go. “Unpeeled, ginger is harmless. That’s what you can hold on to without a glove.”

“Done.” She held it up and her pleased expression soon turned to shock. “This looks like a—wait, is this the BDSM version of washing my mouth out with soap?”

He’d been expecting her to say something, but this definitely wasn’t in the realm of what he’d anticipated. “Excuse me?”

“For breaking the rules you’re going to make me suck on it, aren’t you?”

“No.” He snatched it from her gloved hand before she dropped it, watching as she nearly wilted over the counter in obvious relief.

“Thank God. I was worried about that now that I know ginger burns.”

“I know.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Maybe you better tell me why we’re peeling it?”

“I’ve told you before, I’m old school. I’m going to spank you for breaking the rules and when I do,” he held up the ginger, “this is going to help you learn how to take the spanking I give you.”

She slapped her palms on the counter and pushed up until her shoulders were aligned in a perfect T. “We’ll address the spanking part in a minute, but for now? Teach me to take it? How?”

“Once inserted, it will stop you from clenching your ass when I spank you.”

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