Constance Masters's Blog, page 17

Welcome Cara!

I would like to welcome Cara Bristol who’s going to give us a sneak peak into her own blind dating experience…welcome Cara! (I have to say I LOVED Body Politics)




Blind dates, matchmaking and Body Politics
I remember my worst blind date. The guy stood me up twice – in the same night! I’d “met” him through a small video dating service and after speaking on the phone, we’d arranged to meet for a drink. This was before cell phones, and I waited 45 minutes in a cocktail lounge (feeling very conspicuous) and he never showed.When I got home, I called him and left a message. He returned my call and apologized over and over (but did not give me an explanation) and begged for another chance. I reluctantly agreed to meet him again, this time for coffee. I waited 15 minutes. No show. I left him a message to never call me again.About a month later, the woman who owned the dating service told me he wanted another chance. By that time I was dating the man who would later become my husband, but I wouldn’t have gone out with him if he were the last man on earth. Other blind dates arranged by friends were simply…boring. I had nothing in common with the men I’d been fixed up with. Which leads to the crux of the matter: matchmaking is a skill and an art. Too often well-meaning friends and family are so eager to see you in a relationship, they’re desperate to pair you up with somebody, anybody, without taking into account values, likes and dislikes, interests. Just because you breathe and he breathes, doesn’t mean you’re a perfect match.Sometimes our “friends” get it SO wrong, we can only wonder, “What were they thinking?” “Don’t they know me at all?”Stephanie Gordon of Body Politicstrusts that she and her friend Elizabeth Davenport are on the same wavelength. Stephanie is the founder and administrator of a feminist program. Elizabeth is a champion of women’s legal rights. So when Elizabeth says she has a man for her, Stephanie agrees to the date, confident that Elizabeth knows her ideal man is a sensitive, liberated male.But who does Elizabeth set Stephanie up with? Mark DeLuca, the criminally sexy, but domineering and chauvinistic deputy chief of police. Worse, Mark is a member of the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who spank their wives to maintain domestic discipline. How could Elizabeth have gotten it so wrong? And while Stephanie instantly rejects Mark, he’s very much taken by her. And Mark isn’t one to take no for answer…


Body Politics BlurbFeminist Stephanie Gordon knows the instant she meets blind date Mark DeLuca it’s going to be a wasted evening. Sure the deputy chief of police is criminally sexy, but he's arrogant, domineering and sexist. Thank goodness after the date ends, she'll never have to see him again. A member of the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men who discipline their women by spanking, Mark DeLuca is attracted to Stephanie like a paddle to a well-rounded ass. He sees beneath the shield of feminist militancy to the soft, sensitive woman she tries to hide. When she storms away in a snit, the chase is on. Can a man who spanks convince a diehard feminist her true strength lies in submission?


Body Politics Excerpt(Stephanie is the parking lot talking to her friend who fixed her up)She dug her cell from its pocket in her purse.Elizabeth answered on the first ring. “How’d it go?”“Do you know where he had me meet him? A bar for spankos! I thought you knew this guy!” She wanted to give Elizabeth the benefit of the doubt, but she was pissed.“Bottom’s Up?”“You’ve heard of it?” Stephanie gasped.“What happened? What did he do?”“He tried to…” Manhandle me. Okay, that was a little strong. He’d grabbed her arm, but she had freed herself easily, and he’d employed no further effort to detain her. But he’d insisted on paying for her drink, disrespecting her financial independence. Grudgingly she admitted he probably viewed his behavior as chivalrous. “It wasn’t what he did. It’s what he is.” She glanced over her shoulder at the bar’s entrance. No sign of Mark. She swallowed over the lump in her throat. Good. She’d be a fool to consider dating a man like him.“What is he?”“A sexist,” she hissed. The most dangerous kind. The type who could entice a woman to abandon her principles for a screaming oh-baby orgasm. But not her.Elizabeth laughed.“It’s not funny. I thought you and I were on the same wavelength.” Either Elizabeth had suffered from a lack of judgment, or she’d betrayed Stephanie for some nefarious purpose. The former wasn’t the friend she respected, and the latter hurt too much to even contemplate.“He’s not a sexist. But he is dominant, a man of conviction.” Amusement had vanished from Elizabeth’s voice.“I need a man who treats me as his equal.” How could Elizabeth, of all people, not get it?“How would you describe yourself?”Stephanie straightened and threw back her shoulders. “I’m independent, assertive, strong.”“So what kind of man would you envision as your equal? Dependent, wishy-washy, and weak?”Put like that, it kind of made sense. Hell, the wishy-washy weak part described her ex-husband to a T. Maybe that explained why she’d had such bad luck with the men she’d chosen. It wasn’t that she wasn’t their equal—they weren’t hers. But she’d downed half a Bottom Burner. Maybe it had muddled her reasoning. Shouldn’t she stick to her guns? She knew better than anyone what she desired.“Stephanie.”She jumped and squealed at the rough sound of her name. She clutched the cell to her ear and stared at Mark. How had such a big man moved so silently over the graveled parking lot? Her mouth dried, impeding speech. “I-I’ll…uh…call you back,” she said into the phone.“Give him a chance,” Elizabeth said and disconnected.


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Cara’s website/blog: http://www.carabristol.com

Follow Cara on Twitter: @CaraBristol


Thanks Cara for joining me! 

Guess Who’s Coming to My Blog Tomorrow… Cara Bristol!!

Come and see what Cara has to say about blind dating and read an excerpt from Body Politics her hot new best seller!

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

VERY INSPIRING BLOGGER AWARD




I was nominated for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award by Sue Lyndon a multi-published author of erotic BDSM romance and spanking romances. Her latest release  is Surrender. An excerpt of her latest release can be found on her blog. Thank you Sue for nominating me.

The Rules
1 Display the award logo on your blog.2 Link back to the person that nominated you.3 State the 7 things about yourself.4 Nominate 15 other bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements.

7 Things About Me
1 I have had children in 3 different decades2 I love to go fishing3 I still watch reruns of The Brady Bunch4 I still haven’t put down the Christmas Tree…maybe tomorrow5 I’m seriously addicted to Diet Cola drinks6 I burn the toast most mornings because I’m always trying to do several things at once7 I sometimes wish I was in the same timezone as everyone else. I often feel like I’m asleep when everyone else is awake and that I’m awake when everyone else is going to bed.


The 15 people I’m nominating are…

1   Adaline Raine2   Penelope Jones3   David P Perlmutter4   Wendy Potocki5   Alice Dark6   Korey Mae Johnson7   Starla Kaye8   Bonnie9   Claire Collingsworth10 Natasha Storm11 Candy Burke12 Bev Spicer13 Raeann Blake14 Jane Carroll15 Marie Fostino 

LOVE SPANKS!!! Free stories for Valentine’s Day !

LOVE SPANKS



For Halloween we gave you SPANK or TREAT. Now for Valentine’s Day we’re giving you LOVE SPANKS!








What better way to say, “I love you” than to give (or receive) a sizzling hot spanking? After the rousing success of Spank or Treat, the Spanking Fiction Authors’ group has returned to bring you a collective Valentine’s Day spanking story extravaganza. It’s love and kisses for adults, and we do mean adults!
Even better, participation could earn you a GRAND PRIZE!

Kindle Fire or Nook Color (winner’s choice)!
(donated by Blushing Books)
$40 gift certificate to Loose Id!
(donated by Loose Id and Cara Bristol)
$15 gift certificate to Amazon!
(donated by Stormy Night Publications)
A Book Bundle including:The Knight's Prisoner by Renee RoseMarked by the Alpha by Adaline RaineMy House, My Rules by Constance MastersTwo by Day, Three by Night by Breanna HayseLords and Ladies: Two Medieval Spanking Stories by Renee Rose and Korey Mae Johnson(donated by Stormy Night Publications)
FREE BOOKS!As an extra treat, ALLLove Spankers are eligible for free books! (Donated by Lazy Day Publishing)Of Yesterday by Alta Hensley To Love a Woman by Jade CaryRules of War by Sue LyndonDeep in the Heat of Texas by Amy le Blanc, Melissa Ecker, and Alta Hensley
Many authors will also be offering a contest on their individual blogs. Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests! Prizes range from $5-25 gift certificates for books or sex toys (what a great combination!), kinky accessories, and a custom-written short-short story!
What’s the catch?  Absolutely nothing!  We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership.  Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right?  ;)

Here are the rules:Visit each blog between the Saturday, February 9th and Sunday, February 10th to read the posted stories and excerpts.Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if she has one.If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on February 10th!!If you successfully completed the Spank or Treat challenge and visited all 12 blogs, you may add "VIP" to your comments.  You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize.  (Yes, we will be doing this again.  Yes, if you successfully complete the Love Spanks challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)Visit any of the participating blogs on Valentine’s Day to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you?
For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit: http://governingana.wordpress.com/2013/01/08/love-spanks-2013/

My House, My Rules is OUT!

The Next Big Thing is now the New Thing


A while ago I participated in the Next Big Thing. I talked about my new book which is no longer a work in progress. It went up for sale today on Amazon. It was published by Stormy Night Publications and the cover was done by Korey Mae Johnson. 

My House, My Rules


What is the working title of your book?
The working title of my book is “My House My Rules.”

Where did the idea come from for your book?

As with most of the ideas for my books I just woke up one morning with the characters in my head. I can’t say I really had a plot, but I had a general idea who the characters were and where they would end up. 

What genre does your book fall under?


I would say my book is a Romantic Spanking story. It would be listed in Amazon as erotica. It has romance humour spanking and some erotic scenes.



What actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

For the female lead of Alex, I would probably choose someone like a 29- 30 year old Reece Witherspoon. 
For the male lead of Jay, I would choose someone like Channing Tatum, although a couple of years older maybe.

The two little boys, Aaron and Thom I would have played by Max and Brock Charles respectively.


What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?

 Alex’s thought she would never love another man and nothing seemed to matter, until Jay came along and changed her world.



This book has been published by Stormy Night Publications.


How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

It took about a month to get the main part of the manuscript written but I still have to add a chapter or two to the end.

What other books would you compare your book to in your genre?

I don’t think I’d like to make comparisons to another book. I can’t really think of any that would fit the same theme and style anyway.

Who or what inspired you to write this story?

I think I’d have to say the characters themselves. They came first and the story came after. 

What else in your story will pique readers' interest?

I think the romantic elements, the humour and of course the sex scenes. Most people that read my stories like the spankings. I will say though that although there is both spanking and children in this book, no children were spanked in the making of this romantic novella. 

New Year’s Eve Reflections

AS the end of this year draws to a close, like everyone else I find myself reflecting on the changes in  my life that occurred throughout 2012.



This time last year, my family felt like it was in limbo. We had Christmas as usual and my middle son gave us a lot of laughs by dressing up as Santa. This didn’t fool the kids one bit but it did made us laugh. For a while.

New Year’s Eve 2011 my eldest was in Afghanistan. I don’t think my husband and I slept a single night without the worry that he wouldn’t come back to us and his children in one piece. Luckily he did. We were one of the lucky families.


2012 saw the day my son came home…forever a highlight. I had my first book published. We found out we were going to grandparents again. I had my second book published and my husband had a major operation on his leg. My third book was published and we found out that the new baby was going to be a girl.


So on New Years Eve there are three of us at home. My husband is asleep after a long hot painful day, that leaves me and the eleven year old waiting to ring in the new year.


How do I feel? Happy and grateful that I still have one child at home that’s happy to bang a saucepan with me at midnight. Won’t be too many New Years left that I’ll be the centre of his world.


No resolutions for me this year, just a lot of thankfulness for my blessings and few wishes that my husband’s leg has healed well enough to have the plaster removed, that my granddaughter has a safe arrival and that the rest of my family have good health, happiness and the strength of character to make all their dreams come true.



Happy New Year to Everyone! May all your dreams come true xoxoxo :)

A Perfect Christmas (A free Christmas story)

A Perfect Christmasby Constance Masters


Carol looked out of the window at the perfect scene before her. The rows of snow covered trees glinted in the moonlight, their reflection shining from the spectacular frozen lake. Yep, the outside was a frozen wonderland, picture perfect, unlike the inside which was about to become very heated and not from the homey warmth of the fire that crackled in the decorated fireplace downstairs in the living room. She sighed deeply and wondered just how much trouble she was in. Okay, so the fact that she was in the corner with her chubby bare backside on show...a bit of a hint. Carol winced as she caught sight of the rather ample target in the bedroom mirror. She really did need to lay off the full fat eggnog next year. And the cookies. As she looked back again, through the window at the peaceful Christmas card scene, her mind drifted to where it had all gone wrong...

***

She'd been preparing for the entire month for what she hoped would be the best Christmas ever. She was what her Mom would have called ‘A Christmas Person’. Most of her friends now shopped effortlessly, hunting for bargains on line, avoiding what they saw as the Christmas rush. Not many of them could tolerate the hustle and bustle, the pushing and shoving, let alone enjoy it, or revel in it like she did. Most didn’t even take their kids to sit on Santa’s knee. Carol didn’t care if she had to stand on the line all day. Listening to the whining and complaining were all a part of the magic of Christmas. She could tune her ears into the carols and bell ringing and ignore the rest. She loved nothing more than watching her kids as they barrelled along from one isle to the next, picking out choices for their lists. Once again, all part of the magic.



Unfortunately there were a couple of things that weren’t part of her magic of Christmas and they revolved around her husband Joe. Joe liked Christmas but he didn’t understand her need for perfection. The decorations that had to be positioned just so, with no two colours the same next to each other. No messy tinsel throwing on HER perfect tree, it had to be totally symmetrical from any angle in the room. HER star was placed firmly on the top of the tree and it sparkled and shone, proudly showing off its greatness to the rest of the room. There was mistletoe in every doorway and candles of deliberately chosen sizes and colours arranged on the mantelpiece. The stockings weren't up yet, they were waiting to be hung on Christmas Eve, but she had already measured the spots for the hooks so that they too wouldn’t let down the perfection of the room.




The greatest problem that her perfect Christmas had faced however was the dreaded budget. Joe was a stickler for not going overboard. He threw around words like indulgence and spoiling. Bah humbug! He'd set aside a fairly generous amount for each person, quite generous in fact for the children, by HIS standards. Trouble was he wasn’t counting in the, what Carol liked to call, ‘The Santa Claus’. The kids didn’t understand about budgets and being careful, they wrote a list and expected what was on there to be under the tree and no matter what the consequences for her would be, Carol had been determined to make that happen. HER children were going to have THEIR perfect Christmas.

***
Even though her naked bottom was suddenly tingling of its own accord as she stood in the corner nearest the upstairs window, Carol couldn’t help but smile when she thought of the helpful young man at the store. Now HE had understood how she felt about Christmas. See that’s the kind of personal attention you couldn’t get by shopping on line. She had been staring at the children’s lists and the money in her purse and wondering how the hell she was going to pay for all the stuff she needed to buy. She couldn’t disappoint the children.

***

Out of nowhere the young man with the flashy white smile had appeared like the Christmas angel and he'd offered her the perfect solution to her problem. The Christmas credit card. He'd taken a look at the children’s lists and patted her on the shoulder with sympathy as he produced the paperwork that would entitle her to a Christmas credit card with a very generous limit. The very best part was that it was foolproof, so he said. Joe had always had this idea that it was no good to shop with a credit card and have to pay it off with very high interest for the next half a year. Well this was WITHOUT interest. Well as long as you paid for it all by the end of the first month after Christmas and she had thought she had ages to think about that. She could always get a job if she had to couldn't she? Whatever. She'd been holding in her hot little hands the very festive looking answer to her Christmas dreams. She HAD felt a very slight twinge of guilt in the back of her mind but she pushed it back to be dealt with after. What choice did she have? Zachary couldn’t have possibly known that a Lego Harry Potter Hogwarts Castle would be over two hundred dollars. Well, well over two hundred dollars actually but she never counted the spare change, it always made it seem so much less expensive when you rounded things down. And the DSI thingy that was apparently sooo much better than the one he had already. And what would be the point of a new DSI without new games. Well just a few at least. And for heaven’s sake! Who would have imagined that games in tiny little boxes like that could be over fifty dollars each? It had made perfect sense to get the package. And it HAD been quite expensive, so she really had to get the cover so it didn’t get scratched.

Then there was Natasha. She really did need that new IPhone. Carol could remember what it had been like to be thirteen. It would have been so embarrassing to be the girl with the outdated stuff. Of course, there hadn’t really been cell phones when she was young if she was to be honest, but she’s sure there was something they had that was similar. MMmm there was the walkman. You were a virtual out cast if you had a lesser brand than the walkman. Of course she knew that the IPhone could play music, but Natasha would need to save room for all her photos, so she’d need the Ipod touch and of course there was the fact that it could play You Tube videos apparently that would a plus. Of course she'd need an extra memory cards. She WAS going to use last years WII again with the new dance mat game, so that had been an economical choice, hadn’t it? And the beauty case full of makeup. Well maybe she was a little young but girls liked to be girly didn’t they?

The young man had fixed everything for her and she had managed to get nearly all her gifts bought in one day. She had been on cloud nine when she got home.

***

Carol had looked at the clock on the wall as she came through the back door for the last time and smiled. Only 2:00pm. It had of course taken her a few trips to get all the packages out of the car but she'd hoped that she would have enough time to get things hidden...put away before Joe got home. Wrong. Unless the stony faced man that was snooping through her shopping bags had been a figment of her imagination, he hadn’t been a figment of her imagination and he was home already.

And that was when it had all gone horribly wrong. The perfect Christmas ruined. There Joe stood already red faced and angry with a fist full of receipts in his hand, and he’d only gone through the first three or four bags. Carol had tried to discretely throw the last couple of bags behind the fridge but Joe had eyes like hawk....a very suspicious hawk when he was on a rant and he was about to be on a rant BIG TIME. “Pick them up and bring them out here.” He said in a deadly quiet voice. “Sorry?” Carol had said with a face that said she didn’t know what he had meant.“Pick the bags that you just put behind the fridge UP and bring them out here!” he boomed. Even the proud star on the top of the tree bent its perfect head. Carol did as she was told, her head bent like the star with something akin to guilt, but more to do with the disappointment of her now ruined Christmas. As she stepped through the doorway she had a thought. “I’m under the mistletoe?” she called cutely. The look Joe had given her had made her move much faster, thoughts of the mistletoe pushed clearly to the back of her mind to join the worry of how she was going to pay back the free credit card. Adrenalin had pulsed through her body bringing with it a serious attack of the butterflies. Her lower regions tingled with anticipation and trepidation. Not that she was scared of Joe, or a spanking really but there was something about being in this type of situation that made her feel kind of small.As she reached her hapless husband, HE reached silently for the bags. She tried to offer an explanation first, but as a half a dozen sharp smacks bounced off her backside, lighting a less than festive fire, she was forced her to hand them over without any further explanation. It had seemed like an eternity until Joe spoke again, he had been clearly struggling to keep his temper under control.


“I know how much money I gave you to shop with.” He said quietly through clenched teeth. “Would you like to explain how you have over three thousand dollars worth of gifts here?” Carol decided that she really wouldn’t....but the stamping of Joe’s foot told her that perhaps it was a rhetorical question. “Would you believe it was kind of a miracle?” she had asked hopefully. Unfortunately, Joe took her hopeful answer as a smart ass comment.“You really think it’s the best time to be a smart ass?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. Carol was offended. “I wasn’t BEING a smart ass Joe!” she said.“Well the only other explanation I can see is that you’ve robbed a bank.” He had said putting his hands on his hips. “Now I want a straight answer! Where...did...you...get...the money...to pay...for ...all these gifts?”“But Joe, it WAS a kind of a miracle. You don’t understand.” Carol had said desperately. This nice young boy with lovely white straight teeth gave me a Christmas Card.” She thought she might leave the word credit out while she explained, she had had the distinct feeling that it may be the final straw, and nobody wanted that. “Start again Carol, and please try and make sense.” Joe had said with as much patience as he could muster. Carol took a deep breath. She had known that she was going to have to explain fully about the card eventually. She had hoped that they would make it through Christmas though. “Carol!”“Okay. Okay. See, I was in the store looking at the kids Christmas lists and I realised I didn’t have enough money to cover everything that they needed.” Joe rolled his eyes. “There is a BIG difference between WANTS and NEEDS Carol and you know it.” He had said with frustration. Carol had barely resisted the urge to poke out her tongue childishly. “Maybe through the year Joe, but at Christmas, their WANTS, are my NEEDS!” she had said emphatically.“Uhhuh. Get on with it. How did you pay for all this stuff?” he asked.“Well if you’d stop interrupting me I’d tell you.” Carol had said bravely. It was actually a lot more bravado that actual bravery, but hey, anything to stall for a little while. Maybe there’d be a second miracle. “Okay, where was I?”“Still somewhere fairly near the beginning I believe, something about a good looking young boy that doubled as a miracle worker.” Joe said drolly.“Oh yes. So he offered me this card, it's kind of like...” she started but decided to take a step back first, no harm in paving the way in case a sudden escape might be necessary. As if he had read her mind though Joe stepped forward to close the gap. “What kind of a card? It better not be the type of card that I think you mean.” He had said as he took hold of her arm to prevent any last ditch effort of an escape.“Well Joe, there's credit cards and credit cards.” She'd said with a wince at the look on her furious husbands face. “Really Joe, this one has NO INTEREST! None at all.” Joe ran a hand over his face, he'd wanted nothing more than to tip her over his knee that second and spank her ass so shiny that he could see his face in it, but he was too angry and he really needed to find out exactly what kind of mess she’d gotten them into this time. “Get me the paperwork you signed.” He said. Carol had opened her mouth to speak and he had put a hand up to stop her. “Don’t even try to tell me that there was no paperwork. There’s ALWAYS paperwork. They’re not just going to let every crazy Christmas woman that enters the store walk out with thousands of dollars worth of goods without having them sign for it first. Get it. NOW!” he had bellowed when she had stood frozen to the ground.

She had suddenly found herself hunting through her purse for what he’d wanted. “And just quietly there is ALWAYS INTEREST! Once the first month is up they double what the interest would have been on a normal credit card, which you know damn well you weren’t allowed to use.”

Suddenly that guilt that Carol had managed to push way, way back into the recesses of her mind started to surface. It had stirred up the butterflies that were already fluttering around frantically in her tummy. Maybe she should have read the fine print before she signed, she had thought nervously as she chewed on her bottom lip. She passed the papers over to Joe and took a step back.“Upstairs.” He said. “Pants down and in the corner.” Carol’s mouth dropped right open. “You expect me to stand in the corner like a child? Without my pants?” she had asked incredulously.“And your underwear.” Joe had said without looking up from the papers. Carol had opened her mouth to argue but found herself spun around and sent towards the stairs with another sharp flurry of spanks to her jean clad bottom. “Stop! I’m going.” She’d said with her eyes narrowed. Big bully, she had thought, but kept the insult to herself. Wisely, considering that Joe's mood.

***

Carol jumped and her mind came crashing back to the present when she heard the familiar footsteps on the stairs. She clenched her butt cheeks together involuntarily as she heard the squeak of the mattress springs as Joe made himself comfortable on the bed. She turned with a sad smile. “Would it help if I said I was sorry?” she said.“A little, not gonna save your ass though this time.” He said as he beckoned her over with a crooked finger. He patted the side of the bed next to him. “I rang the store. Do you even know how much money you spent today?”“Um....” Carol said as she tried to quickly add up the figures in her head.“Nearly the whole five thousand dollar limit.” He said seriously. Carol gulped. She hadn’t realised it was quite that much. “Why don’t I let you use the credit card at Christmas?”“Um...because I have trouble keeping my perspective at Christmas?” she answered, hoping it was the right one.“And?” he asked. Carol brushed away a stray tear that ran down her flushed cheek.“We can’t afford it on one salary.” She said. Joe took his wife chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her head so that he could look into her eyes. “Nothing's changed. How do you think we’re going to pay back all that money?” he asked. Carol brushed away more annoying tears and tried to come up with an answer but sadly she had none. “Right. So tomorrow, you’re going to go back to the store and return a lot of the stuff that you bought today. I’ll help you choose which gifts we’ll keep.” Carol nodded. “That’s an excellent punishment.” she said hopefully. Joe chuckled. “You wish.”Carol sighed. “You’re still gonna spank me aren’t you?” she asked with resignation. It had been worth a try.“Oh hell yeah.” He said as he gave her arm a small tug and tipped her over his knee. He brought his hand down with hard thwack. Carol jumped. “Ow, Joe! Not so hard!” She yelled as she stuck her hand back for protection. “Move it!” he said sternly. When she made no attempt to move her hand out of the way, he shrugged and brought his hand down smartly on each of her thigh’s, leaving a large angry handprint on each. Carol made sure she pulled her hand back quick smart before she told him what she thought of his dirty trick.“That hurt Joe!” she shouted. “Should’ve moved your hand then.” he said with a grin. He started spanking in earnest. Carol kicked her legs wildly but it didn’t help her effort to get away or the fast building burn that her husband’s hard smacks were building in her rear end. “Please Joe!...It hurts...ouch...you’re do...ing it...Ow JOE! Too hard! PLEASE!!!!!” She begged. But Joe just kept on spanking. The job wasn’t anywhere near done yet. “Joe?...OW...Joe...for God’s sake JOE!” Are you even listening to me? Shit...Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch.” She yelled as a group of rapid fire spanks landed one after the other onto her very pink bottom. “JOE!!!!!”“Can’t stop yet Carol, you’re not the right shade.” He said with a chuckle. “Ow Joe...what the hell...ow, ow, ow, ow...are you...ow, ow...talking about?” she asked between deep gasps and sobs.“The Christmas theme...just making sure your ass matches the Christmas decor.” He said as he renewed his task with great vigour. “We couldn’t possibly have your PINK ass messing up the red and green theme now could we?”

THE END

Merry Christmas

LIEBSTER AWARD

The Liebster Award




Anastasia Vitskey has nominated me for the Liebster Award.




The Rules

When one receives the award, one posts 11 random facts about oneself and answers the 11 questions asked by the person who nominated you.Pass the award onto 11 other blogs (while making sure one notifies the blogger that one nominated them!)One writes up 11 NEW questions directed towards YOUR nominees.One is not allowed to nominate the blog who nominated one’s own blog!One pastes the award picture into ones blog. (You can google the image, there are plenty of them!)


11 Random facts about Constance Masters

1. I once held a drivers license but had it taken away after one day…(Police can be so mean)

2. I have a fairly large family most of who are grown (except for the gift from God we got when I was 41).

3. I love camping but I love soft beds and electricity more.

4. I don’t think I’ve ever mowed the lawn.

5. I love reality television.

6. I like the thought of cooking from a recipe but then substitute nearly everything except the basic ingredients. (maybe I just like the picture above the recipe)

7. I love to shop. 

8. I’m very easily distracted.

9. I used to tap dance.

10. I still watch Days of Our Lives

11. I love Christmas movies.



Questions from Ana

What food did you dislike eating as a child?  Broccoli although now I love it.

What is your favourite Christmas song?   Happy Christmas (The War Is Over) by John Lennon

Who is your favourite Disney Villain?  Cruella de Vil

Do you like, dislike or not care about hearing spoilers for a story?  Doesn’t really worry me. In fact sometimes it makes me want to read a story more. 

What’s your favourite reading position?  Sitting in a comfortable chair with my feet up.

How many books do you have on your want to read list?  Too many to count.

Have you ever forgotten to return a book to a friend or a library because you loved it and you wanted to keep it?  I don’t think I’ve done it on purpose…

Describe one of your spanking (Or real life or story) fantasies in 11 or fewer words.  The Quiet Man scenario with spankings added.

What is one of your pet peeves about spanking stories? Pages and pages of spank, spank, spank, spank.

Hulu, Amazon Prime streaming, TiVo, DVR, or Netflix?  (or whatever else you use…) TV Links


Your (uncensored) first response to finding out that I nominated you for this award.  I googled it to see what it was.


Questions for my nominees

What was the subject of your first blog?

What was  your favourite subject in school?

Have you ever done anything in your life you’re truly ashamed of?

What's your proudest moment in life so far?

What did you type into the search box when you surfed the internet for the for the first time?

What’s the worst thing you ever got in trouble for when you were at school?

What’s your favourite holiday?

What is your favourite genre of book to read?

Favourite TV show?

Favourite season of the year?

What was the last book you read and who wrote it?

My Nominees

ALICE DARK

Emma K. Gardiner

Alta Hensley

Candy Burke

Bev Spicer

Emily Frankel

Raeann Blake

Jane Carroll

Melodie Ramone

Marie Fostino

Marla Madison

LOL Day 7

LOL DAY 7 !!!

This will be my first love our lurkers day. In fact until this morning I’d never heard of it before.

All of us have been a lurker at some point. We go from blog to blog enjoying what others have to say and nodding our heads. Often we just move on to the next one quietly without saying a word. Maybe that’s because we don’t want anyone to know we’re here, or maybe we don’t think what we say matters or we think that people will judge us for having an opinion. 


Whatever your reason, we just want you to know that we love you for reading and whatever your opinion is or where your from or who you are, we’d love to hear from you. So please leave a message and tell us who you are, what you like and roughly where your from. How does spanking fit into your world? If you don’t want to use your real name, make one up! 



The first time I actually posted something on a forum was one of the most freeing experiences I’ve ever had. You can never have too many friends, and it’s nice to feel a part of something. 

The Next Big Thing: Authors Tagging Authors

I’ve been invited by RAEANN BLAKE to participate in THE NEXT BIG THING: AUTHORS

TAGGING AUTHORS. 
The idea is that every author tagged answers ten questions about their current work in progress before tagging five other authors who do the same. These are my ten questions.

What is the working title of your book?
The working title of my book is “My House My Rules.”


Where did the idea come from for your book?

As with most of the ideas for my books I just woke up one morning with the characters in my head. I can’t say I really had a plot, but I had a general idea who the characters were and where they would end up. 

What genre does your book fall under?


I would say my book is a Romantic Spanking story. It would be listed in Amazon as erotica. It has romance humour spanking and some erotic scenes.



What actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

For the female lead of Alex, I would probably choose someone like a 29- 30 year old Reece Witherspoon. 
For the male lead of Jay, I would choose someone like Channing Tatum, although a couple of years older maybe.

The two little boys, Aaron and Thom I would have played by Max and Brock Charles respectively.


What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?

 Alex’s thought she would never love another man and nothing seemed to matter, until Jay came along and changed her world.

Will your book be self published or represented by an agency?

This book will be published by Stormy Night Publications.


How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

It took about a month to get the main part of the manuscript written but I still have to add a chapter or two to the end.

What other books would you compare your book to in your genre?

I don’t think I’d like to make comparisons to another book. I can’t really think of any that would fit the same theme and style anyway.

Who or what inspired you to write this story?

I think I’d have to say the characters themselves. They came first and the story came after. 

What else in your story will pique readers' interest?

I think the romantic elements, the humour and of course the sex scenes. Most people that read my stories like the spankings. I will say though that although there is both spanking and children in this book, no children were spanked in the making of this romantic novella. 


I hope you enjoyed a quick glimpse into My House My Rules, thank you Raeann for tagging me.

The authors I have tagged are people I have met on Twitter that are always ready to offer support and from the Spanking Fiction Authors Triberr group.


Korey Johnson

Sue Lyndon

Celeste Jones

Starla Kaye

Cara Bristol