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Saturday Spankings: He wants to paddle her good...

Today I'm sharing a snippet from a new story I'm working on called "Amanda's Story". It's going to be super short, only 8 or 9K, and I'm working furiously to finish it in time for a submissions call. In this scene, Ivan is thinking about how much he'd like to spank his employee, Amanda, for setting off the alarm in his jewelry store. She'd stopped by afterhours because she'd forgotten her e-reader and wanted to get it out of the break room in case anyone got nosey and looked at the scandalous titles (or book covers!) on it. Anyway, she types in the store security code incorrectly and the cops show up. Little does she know, her boss found her e-reader and now he knows exactly what kind of reading material she likes - the very naughty kind.


She hadn’t followed the rules.

If she was a character in one of her books, she would be spanked soundly for her error. He grinned at the thought, and his cock hardened painfully at the image of Amanda bent over his desk with her bottom bared for punishment.

No. He couldn’t. This was real life. She’d have him arrested and sue him for all he was worth. He’d lose his business and everything he’d worked for. Oh but he wanted to. He wanted to paddle her good for nearly giving him a heart attack.


Saturday Spankings is a blog hop! Visit the authors below for more exciting spanking snippets!

It's here! COMING TO TERMS.....7 domestic discipline stories by 7 authors!

Today is release day for Coming to Terms !!!

Coming to Terms is a domestic discipline anthology with seven stories by seven authors of spanking fiction: Cara Bristol, Jade Cary, Alta Hensley, Celeste Jones, Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, and Anastasia Vitsky. It was a true pleasure to work with these ladies and Lazy Day Publishing, and I'm so excited the book is finally here!

Coming to Terms blurb:

Summer means more than fun and sun, rest and relaxation. For the couples in Coming to Terms, vacation presents a chance to connect, and work through important issues in their domestic discipline relationships. From endeavoring to define DD to missing a DD partner to balancing erotic spanking and disciplinary spanking, these stand-alone stories penned by seven authors of spanking fiction cover a broad spectrum of issues commonly encountered in loving DD relationships. Will the obstacles prove too difficult to overcome? Or will each couple emerge from the vacation with their relationships revitalized and stronger than ever?



Here's a little bit about my story in this anthology, "Confession Time":

A stay-cation at their lakeside home seems like the perfect way to start summer for Lucy and James - until an unexpected houseguest arrives, spoiling their plans to explore maintenance spanking and other aspects of their budding domestic discipline relationship. Determined to make the most of summer with his wife, James surprises Lucy with a last minute cabin retreat high in the Blue Ridge Mountains. But when Lucy's sister finds out about their DD relationship, she overreacts and assumes the worst of James. Lucy's attempt to smooth the situation over blows up in her face when James discovers her missing. Will hurt feelings, embarrassing confessions, and family drama ruin their summer? Or will James and Lucy find their way through the darkness and back to one another's arms?


Excerpt from "Confession Time":

“You look nervous.”

She automatically stiffened. A force of habit. She hated when someone told her how she felt or looked, even James. Of course, after five years of marriage he could read her like a book. Nothing escaped his all-knowing eyes.

“Let’s sit down.” He directed her to the bed, holding her close as they sank down atop the comforter. He rested a hand on her naked thigh, reminding her of her state of undress.

“It’s still hard for me to wrap my head around the whole maintenance spanking thing.” With a sigh, Lucy glared at a piece of lint on the carpet.

“You’re comfortable with punishment spankings,” he pointed out.

“I know. I guess I’m confused.”

James captured her hands in his. “This isn’t a punishment, Lucy. It’s a light spanking, once a week, on Friday nights, to help us reconnect with one another and to help reinforce our roles in this marriage. Think of it as a meaningful conversation.”

She leaned into him, soaking up his maleness and his strength. “It sounds so logical when you put it that way. But it feels strange. You’ve only spanked me for punishment before.”

“I’ve smacked your ass a few times in bed.” His lips seared her neck, but only for a moment.

“I know. I’m just afraid of how much it’s going to hurt. You spank hard.” Her voice contained a hint of laughter.

“Lucy girl, you blew my mind a few weeks ago when you came to me, asking me to spank you for something you felt guilty over. You trusted me with your secret and told me all about domestic discipline. It took a lot of guts for you to come to me like that. I know I didn’t quite understand at first, but I understand more and more each day. I don’t like causing you pain, but after all we’ve been through I won’t hesitate to give you a hard spanking when you’ve earned one. I know I spank hard. I’ll always spank hard.”

“I knew what maintenance spanking was, but I never imagined you’d want to try it.” Her tone was light, her fears fading. He had made a leap for her, all those weeks ago after she finally worked up the courage to confess her deep desire to be spanked as punishment. It was only fair she make a leap for him now. Besides, it was not like he was going to use the paddle he had bought. Or his belt. He had assured her those implements were reserved for punishment only. She turned her head, and her cheek brushed against his stubble.

“We grew apart last year, Lucy. We fought a lot. I don’t ever want us back in that dark place. I want us to stay connected, always. I think maintenance will help us stay connected.” His words and his nearness blanketed her with security and tenderness. “It will hurt, Lucy. I want you to feel the sting of my hand to remind you what happens if you disobey me, but it won’t hold a candle to the sting of the paddle when you’ve made a mistake.”

She sighed. “Okay. I’m still a little nervous, but I trust you.”

“All right then,” he said, patting his leg. “I want you to lay over my lap, Lucy girl.”


***Cara Bristol, Jade Cary, Alta Hensley, Celeste Jones, Renee Rose, and Anastasia Vitsky are all sharing excerpts of their individual stories on their blogs today too! Be sure to visit them, check out their stories, and give them some love.***


Coming to Terms is available on...

Amazon US
Amazon UK
Amazon CA
Amazon DE
Barnes and Noble (coming soon)
All Romance (coming soon)



 

Saturday Spankings: "Tell me why you're getting this spanking, Lucy."

Hooray! It's time for Saturday Spankings!


This week I'm sharing another snippet from "Confession Time", my short story that will appear in Coming to Terms.


“Tell me why you’re getting this spanking, Lucy.” He cupped her left bottom cheek, giving it a light squeeze.

“Do I have to?” She wanted it over and done with already, not dragged out with more talking.

“Yes.” He gave her other cheek a squeeze, and continued to rub her bottom over the top of her panties.

She huffed, frustrated that she had to repeat his words. “This spanking is to help us reconnect and remind us both of our roles in this marriage.”


Coming to Terms will release on 5/15!

Here's the blurb for my story "Confession Time":

A stay-cation at their lakeside home seems like the perfect way to start summer for Lucy and James - until an unexpected houseguest arrives, spoiling their plans to explore maintenance spanking and other aspects of their budding domestic discipline relationship. Determined to make the most of summer with his wife, James surprises Lucy with a last minute cabin retreat high in the Blue Ridge Mountains. But when Lucy's sister finds out about their DD relationship, she overreacts and assumes the worst of James. Lucy's attempt to smooth the situation over blows up in her face when James discovers her missing. Will hurt feelings, embarrassing confessions, and family drama ruin their summer? Or will James and Lucy find their way through the darkness and back to one another's arms?

And here's blurb for the Coming to Terms anthology:

Summer means more than fun and sun, rest and relaxation. For the couples in Coming to Terms, vacation presents a chance to connect, and work through important issues in their domestic discipline relationships. From endeavoring to define DD to missing a DD partner to balancing erotic spanking and disciplinary spanking, these stand-alone stories penned by seven authors of spanking fiction cover a broad spectrum of issues commonly encountered in loving DD relationships. Will the obstacles prove too difficult to overcome? Or will each couple emerge from vacation with their relationships revitalized and stronger than ever?

*Coming to Terms will feature stories by Cara Bristol, Jade Cary, Alta Hensley, Celeste Jones, Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, and Anastasia Vitsky.


Saturday Spankings is a blog hop! Please visit the authors below for more spanking story excerpts:

Anastasia Vitsky's first sex scene!

The following post is the naughty work of Anastasia Vitsky....


It’s all Sue’s fault.

Please don’t read this post. Yes, you read that correctly. Please do not read this post. I confessed yesterday that this was an attempt to maneuver myself from being threatened by Sue. Nice lady, that Sue. Not so nice when she threatens to tell Mrs. Claus on me.

Our deal was simple. Sue would write her first F/F scene, no sex allowed. I would write my first sex scene.

(In case you didn’t know this, I am not known for my smoldering sex scenes.)

I fumed, fussed, and fretted. I chose Simple Gifts as the setting for the sex scene because Carene and Leila are my first couple to have an actual romance, rather than innuendos. Please be kind. Before Simple Gifts, I had barely written even a kiss. (I’m a spanko prude. Tell me this isn’t some divine practical joke.) 

As an introduction to these characters, here is the book blurb:

Simple Gifts
Music. Without the love of her life, how can Leila learn to live again?

Professional violinist Leila Feran is accustomed to fame as the youngest and first female concertmaster of the Philharmonic Symphony. Driven to achieve ever-increasing heights, she injures her wrist so badly that she may no longer be able to play. While she recovers, she moves in with her childhood best friend, a pianist and beloved orchestra teacher in a small town.

Carene welcomes Leila with open arms and only one condition: no divas allowed. And if Leila can’t follow the house rules, she might find herself over Carene’s knee…or worse. In between arguments over physical therapy and house rules, Carene’s zero-tolerance policy regarding divas results in some old-fashioned discipline that changes into something more.

Will Leila and Carene's new feelings for each other blossom into something wonderful? Or will Leila lose not just a potential soul mate, but also her friend?


This scene happens in the chapter “The Brahms Week” and before the first scene break.

In the published version of this chapter, Carene returns home to find Leila curled up in the closet after hearing devastating news.

Carene shivered as Leila led her to the bed. “This isn’t going to solve anything,” she protested.

“I said shut up, Carene,” Leila answered, kneeling across Carene’s legs. She drew small imaginary circles over Carene’s sternum.

“We still have to talk about your surgery and what you’re going to do,” Carene gasped in between involuntary shudders of pleasure.

“Fine,” Leila said, leaning down for a kiss. “After.”


And here’s what happened (or at least one rendering of it) after the fade to black. 

“Stop,” Carene protested. She drew her arms over her chest, covering her lace-edged bra. “Stop trying to distract me with…”

Rules. She could handle rules. Expectations. Leila doing what she was supposed to do, or losing her temper and giving her a spanking to set her back in line. This was new. Wrong. It was not pleasurable. It did not make her skin prickle and her insides shivery, and she did not wish she could draw Leila in for a kiss that would threaten to defy gravity. 

Leila kissed each fingertip, and set Carene’s hand at her side. She did the same with the left then unhooked the tiny metal clasps on the front of Carene’s bra.

She would put a stop to this. Once she lost control of the situation, what would happen? Would it drag their relationship into territory that would threaten their lifelong friendship? Would they become ardent lovers today and absolute enemies tomorrow? Leila gave into passion, but Carene would be the strong one. She struggled to rise, but Leila’s downy skin felt like an extension of her own. She drew in a breath, Leila’s chest rising and falling in tandem with her. Quick and excited.

“No. We have to talk about your surgery and your plans for recovery, and…oh!!”

Carene gasped as her slacks slid down her hips. She tried to push Leila away, but she leaned down to kiss her once more. Longer this time, soft lips nuzzling and tasting her own. Strawberries. Or cherries. The sweetness of summertime, tumbling on the grassy hillside while waiting for the early morning camp orchestra rehearsal. What was she doing? They’d known each other since they were babies. They couldn’t do…this. Carene scrambled to sit up and pulled her knees toward her chin.

Leila stroked her shoulder as if she were a skittish colt. “It’s okay,” she said. “I won’t hurt you. This is your first time, isn’t it? With a woman?”

How could she tell? They had never discussed…that. Ever.

“I’ll go slowly.” Leila drew Carene’s knees down, patting each one. Goosebumps rippled across Carene’s arms. “How does this feel?”

She clenched her fists. “Bad,” she lied. Leila’s dark eyes met hers, measuring each unspoken thump of her heart. Don’t. Stop. Don’t. Stop. Don’t. Stop.

“Should I stop?” Could she feel Carene’s heartbeat? Leila brushed Carene’s hair away from her forehead and dropped a kiss, hungrier this time. Carene gripped Leila’s shoulders, pulling her closer.

“Shh.” Carene lay her head against the pillow, and focused on the dark brown eyes watching her with such tenderness a huge lump filled her throat. “I should spank you for this.” She meant for it to be a threat, to re-establish control, but the thrill of electricity snapped through her. 

“Please. Spank me. I like it.” Leila murmured, lifting Carene’s hand toward her own bottom.

Carene let it fall against the rounded softness, the silky skin that had distracted her at Leila’s last spanking. Carene had meant to punish. Not for a rush of warmth and wetness to carry her to a plane where all she could feel was Leila next to her, moving as one with her, caressing her and telling her she was beautiful.

Leila caressed the back of her neck, lifting her head until she could whisper into her ear. “Harder, sweetheart,” she crooned. “Harder.”

An image came to Carene’s mind, a pigtailed girl so many years ago who had asked her if she needed a friend. The girl who had championed her through every music camp week of their childhood, and the adolescent who had saved all of her tenderness for Carene. “Not too fast,” she pleaded. Which of them she was begging, she did not know.

“As slow as glaciers melting after the Ice Age,” Leila promised.

Carene’s gaze lingered on Leila’a face before nodding and closing her eyes. “Honey,” she said as she tried to focus on that long-ago little girl, “you always smelled of honey. Like a bee.”

Hands stroked her body in a way that she couldn’t describe, and her body responded in ways that she couldn’t understand. She only understood that her heartbeat quickened and her breath came less easily, and warmth followed each touch. 

“You like spanking me,” Leila cooed, but Carene was as warm and soft as molasses taffy left in the sun. She couldn’t make her jaws move. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” She cupped Carene’s bottom, leaning down to kiss each part of her body. But was it Carene’s body? Or was it Leila’s? Carene had lost track of who she was.

“Don’t. Stop,” she whispered.

This isn’t how things are supposed to work. We need to talk about the surgery. Get a second opinion, see if we can extend your out-of-network insurance coverage…

The delicate touch slid down her belly, reaching to places no woman had ever touched before. “This body,” Leila breathed, “is mine.” 

Carene quivered all over as gentle fingers found her sensitive spots, coaxing responses that she didn’t know she could give. As if she were a violin tucked under Leila’s chin, powerless to do anything but hum vibrations that others heard as music. 

“Lay—“

“Mine,” Leila repeated, and Carene panted softly as each stroke brought her closer and closer to something that would be pleasurable but painful, exciting and terrifying.

“No…” Carene tried to murmur, but her voice rose to a higher pitch as Leila found her magical spot. “Oh! Oh!” 

“And you like it, don’t you?” 

Yes. No. Every nerve in her body was raw. Each time Leila touched her, it was as if she were careening down a mountain without a safety rail. 

She opened her mouth to say “No”, but a shuddering wave overtook her body. “Oh!” she screamed, digging her fingers into Leila’s shoulders. “Oh, my God! Holy—“

Leila lay across her body, linked chest to chest and leg to leg. She wrapped her arms around Carene, holding her close. “Let go,” she soothed. “You can’t enjoy unless you give up control.”

Carene held on tight, and as she closed her eyes she saw streams of blue-and-yellow light radiating in a circle.


  *Don't forget to check out Sue's first F/F story today on Governing Ana. Also, don't forget to vote...Team Ana or Team Sue! Who do you think is most deserving of a spanking? If Team Ana wins, Sue gets a spanking. And if Team Sue wins, Ana gets a spanking...

Saturday Spankings: Anal punishment during a spanking

Hooray! It's time for Saturday Spankings...the weekly blog hop that specializes in spanking fiction!



Today I'm sharing a naughty, naughty scene from "Confession Time", my short story that will be in Coming to Terms. In "Confession Time", Lucy has a problem with, ahem, clenching. You know...during a spanking. James scolds her when she clenches her bottom because he wants her to feel the full effect of the spanking. He views clenching as disobedience, and he decides a butt plug will help Lucy remember not to clench so much.


The size of the object was somewhat comforting. It was smaller than James’ cock at least. But knowing it would be seated deep in her, unmoving as he spanked her unrelentingly, sent a shiver up her neck.

When the hard tip of the plug prodded her hole, she tensed up.

“Lucy,” he warned.

“I – I’m sorry.” Steadying her feet, she relaxed her muscles and strived to keep her cheeks splayed apart to his liking. The cool air of the room kissed her most intimate spots, and her pussy spasmed with heat as she realized how vulnerable she was in this moment, completely at James’ mercy.


Coming to Terms will release on May 15th! Less than two weeks!


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Saturday Spankings: Taking Hanna's temperature

Welcome to another week of Saturday Spankings!



This week I'm sharing an excerpt from Hanna's Awakening, aka the kinky Amish story I've been working on. In this scene, Ben is convinced Hanna is sick, but she tried to get away from him when he wanted to take her temperature (the normal way), and he's not happy he had to chase her down. Here's the beginning of the longest anal temperature taking scene I've ever written:



Smack! He brought his hand down sharply on her flesh, over and over. She gasped with each blow, but she didn’t attempt to rise up. Such a good girl, he thought. After a dozen strikes, he resumed massaging her buttocks with one hand while he reached for the Vaseline.

“Have you had your temperature taken this way before?” he asked.

“No.” She peered over her shoulder, watching as he uncapped the container.


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Cover reveal - RULES OF COMMAND

I'm pleased to bring you the cover of Rules of Command...


I love it! Lazy Day did a wonderful job. I especially like the detail of the cabin behind John and Emma:)

Rules of Command is part sequel, part companion book to Rules of War. They are the same story, but Rules of Command is told completely from John's point of view. If you've read Rules of War, then you know it's told from Emma's point of view. There are some big differences between the two books though, including some extra scenes and an epilogue that takes place two years after the events in Rules of War.

Here's the blurb:

His prisoner...his wife...his passion.

Love is the last thing on Commander John Rousseau's mind when he claims an American woman as his wife. He's simply following orders - although he is drawn to Emma's soft skin and sweet nature, despite her outspoken reluctance to accept him as her husband. Determined to tame her, he promises to spank her for disobedience, and she soon finds out he's a man of his word.

As Emma comes to grips with her marriage to a strict Free Island soldier and struggles to obey his many rules, she finds her heart softening to him. John holds her at a distance at first, but as the passion between them flares, a deep intimacy and mutual trust takes root. An impending battle finally prompts confessions of love...but will it be too late for these unlikely lovers?


Rules of Command will release on June 5th.


*Rules of War is available now on Amazon US, Amazon UK, Barnes and Noble, All Romance, and Lazy Day Publishing.

Saturday Spankings: Lucy is waiting for a spanking

Saturday isn't just for sleeping in - it's for spankings, too!




Today I'm sharing another excerpt from "Confession Time", my short story that will appear in Coming to Terms, a domestic discipline anthology to release on May 15th. In the following scene, Lucy is waiting on James to come to the bedroom to deliver her very first maintenance spanking.


A pang of trepidation twisted her stomach again, traveling lower to cause her pussy to clench, an unexpected side effect of the impending spanking. Her pulse increased, her heart nearly thudding outside of her chest. She moved to stand in the center of the room, fidgeting with her hands in a nervous fashion. It amazed her that after five years of marriage, she could feel a sense of newness around James, the sort of newness that made her feel like a schoolgirl with butterflies in her tummy. A few weeks ago, they had begun to practice domestic discipline, and now every time she saw her husband, it felt like the first time. Like the day they first met at a party hosted by a mutual friend. Six years ago. The memory brought a smile to her lips.

The release of Coming to Terms is less than a month away! May 15th! Mark your calendars, people:)

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Saturday Spankings: Aftercare in "Confession Time"

Welcome to Saturday Spankings - the only blog hop specializing in spanking stories!



The following eight sentences are from "Confession Time", my short story that will appear in Coming to Terms - an anthology full of domestic discipline stores due to release on May 15th.

The cries that filled the room tugged at his soul, and he sat next to her on the bed, caressing her back as her sobs subsided. When she had calmed down enough to rise up, he carried her to a huge rocking chair across the room. Minutes passed and he simply held her, loved her, and murmured comforting phrases into her ear. She buried her face in his chest, breathing heavily as the last of her sniffles ceased. She was shaking the way she always did after a punishment, but he knew it would end soon. The first time it had worried him, but he now understood it was part of her body’s normal reaction.

“Are you all right, Lucy? Talk to me, sweetheart."


The release of Coming to Terms is only about a month away. I can't wait!



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Book Spotlight: Saving Taylor by Avery Dawes

Today I'm spotlighting Saving Taylor, a new m-m romance by Avery Dawes!


Saving Taylor blurb:

Bergen Klaus, a well-respected landscape architect, is over forty, single, and looking for love. He wants to explore an interest in a co-worker, except company policy frowns on inter-office relationships. Not to be deterred, Bergen devises a creative plan that allows him to come to Taylor’s rescue. But will it be enough to catch the younger man’s eye, and still allow him to make his intentions known without alerting the boss?

Taylor Prescott, a young interior designer, is dedicated to his job and oblivious to Bergen’s advances. Instead, Taylor is more than a little put off by the “gifts” that keep mysteriously popping up in his office. Can Taylor get past his insecurities to discover the truth of this office mystery? Will he be receptive to Bergen’s attempt at catching a boyfriend?

Excerpt:

Bergen strode over and peered in the drawer. “Ah, indeed.” He frowned. “So you’re not a fan of creepy crawlies, Taylor?”

Not wanting the older, handsome man to see him cowering for a second time in as many weeks, Taylor straightened up and took a couple of hesitant steps toward the desk, trying to appear more self-assured. He didn’t want Bergen to think he was a wuss. “Not so much.”

Taylor felt a warm hand squeeze his shoulder. He liked the feel of Bergen’s hand. His touch was firm but not overpowering. “I can take care of it for you.” Bergen plucked the spider from the desk drawer and shoved it in his pocket.

“Thank you.” Taylor licked his lips while taking in the man’s eyes. He could get lost in their intensity. They projected compassion and maybe just a hint of desire. “I appreciate it.”

“No problem, Taylor.” Bergen gave him another squeeze before stepping back.

He wished Bergen would stay for a bit. He found the architect’s presence reassuring as though the man offered stability and strength. Taylor enjoyed the steady pulse of electricity that thrummed through his body whenever Bergen touched him, no matter how slight. As soon as Bergen released him, however, the connection ceased; Taylor found himself wanting.

Buy Links:

Amazon: http://goo.gl/u3BVt

Smashwords: http://goo.gl/gFBZO 

Avery Dawes Bio:

After growing up in Pennsylvania, Avery Dawes now makes her home south of the Mason-Dixon line. She functions on copious amounts of sweet tea. Her independent-minded cat allows her plenty of time to create passionate stories full of good-looking men. Of course, life is too short for her characters not to live happily ever after. When not working, Avery can be found lounging on the beach, plotting stories and searching for new character inspirations.

Avery is Denise L. Wyant’s pen name under which she writes m-m romance. For information on both authors, please visit www.deniselwyant.com. Avery can also be found at http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00C4X4MYG