Power exchange

Searching For Home by PK Corey

Getting a new book by PK Corey always makes my day. Searching For Home, the fourth book in the Cal’s Law series it out now. What a cozy read for a rainy night.

He’d already shown her that some things that began with pain could easily be turned into pleasure.

Blurb:

Jenny is happily married to her strong, gorgeous sheriff. She has great friends and a good job. But life is never perfect is it? Within a short time, she and Cal have to move from the home they rent, need to move in with his parents and receive life-changing news from her mother’s lawyer. Jenny’s friend and boss, Allie, has her share of problems too – money woes, grabby clients and burglaries near her work.
When they try to keep their worries from their protective husbands, they find out what it means to have an alpha man to deal with. After the girls are attacked at work, things seem to go from bad to worse. Taking on adult responsibilities is never easy as they’re finding out the hard way. Good thing they have their older friends, Cassie, Sue, Annie and Lily to fall back on.

Disclaimer: Searching For Home, a sweet romance tended for mature readers, has sensual scenes and spanking of adult women. If such content may offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

"Are you planning to keep your clothes on all night?" Jenny asked.
"It is getting a little warm in here, isn't it? A little help, please." He held out his arms, and Jenny came over, laughing, and began unbuttoning his shirt. She loved Cal's body. He was as hard as a rock. His shoulders, abs, legs, and even his butt seemed to be one hard muscle—and it all belonged to her.
She continued to undress him until she reached his boxers. She snapped the waistband sharply and said, "Prepare to be ravaged!" As she yanked them down, she pushed Cal back onto the bed.
His erection was magnificent! And Jenny paused to marvel. Cal looked at her with anticipation. "Think you can handle it?" he asked, grinning.
"Well I'm sure as hell not inviting anyone in to help," she told him as she stripped off her clothes. "It's all mine!" And with that, she went to work. Although Jenny had little experience when she and Cal had married, in this area, she was a natural. She always began by stroking his silky hardness. She made him feel as though she was truly handling something precious and amazing.
When she took him in her mouth, she started slowly. She concentrated on the head as her tongue swirled about. Soon, it wasn't only her tongue swirling—she moved around, coming at him from different angles, taking him in to a different depth. One minute, her hand grasped him firmly. The next, she was pulling away and tickling his balls. It kept him off-balance, never able to anticipate, and she loved having the control.
His release was mind blowing, and he cried out Jenny's name. Completely spent, he lay without moving as Jenny came to curl up by his side and waited for him to come back to himself. When he felt capable of movement, he pulled her tightly to him, lifting her to lie on top of him.
"You're the most incredible woman in the world. Do you realize that?" he asked. "Of course, I do," she answered happily. "Nothing but the best for my husband!" Fifteen minutes later, Jenny sat up, straddling Cal. "Are you ready to go again?" "Damn, Jen, I can't recover that fast. You're going to kill me."
"That's not a problem. You have life insurance, don't you?" she asked sweetly.

PK Corey in her own words:

After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service.
I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.
My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.
I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers.

Connect with PK Corey

Email:  pk.corey@yahoo.com

PK Corey’s Reading Room blog: http://pk-corey.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/pkcorey

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/pk.corey/

Amazon Author page:

https://www.amazon.com/PK-Corey/e/B00H9W9XB4/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

Captive Heart (Club Risqué book 6) by Poppy Flynn

Please welcome back Poppy Flynn with Captive Heart, book 6 in the Club Risqué series.

Blurb: What is a psychologist supposed to do when a bruised and battered woman literally falls at his feet, unconscious, right outside the BDSM club where he is the manager? Micah Flynn is torn. He feels drawn to Melody and wants to protect her from the horror she has escaped from. The trouble is he’s well aware that he has a bit of a saviour complex and is not convinced about Melody’s motivation, either.
Melody has been held in captivity for years. When she finally manages to escape, she offers herself to Micah as his slave because being a slave is the only thing she knows how to be. Haunted by his past, the last thing in the world Micah wants is a Master/slave relationship, but reluctantly, he takes on the role of Master, in name only, until Melody is able to think for herself and stand on her own two feet.
Melody’s feelings for Micah grow as he shows her the first true glimpses of human kindness and respect. The trouble is Micah insists that her feelings for him are simply born of gratitude and refuses her advances in the moral belief he would be taking advantage of her.
Is it possible for the two of them to make the transition from slave...to love??And what will happen if Melody’s captor discovers where she is?

Publisher's Note: Captive Heart contains fantasy scenes appropriate for mature readers. Ages 18 and over only! Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt

Some kind of sixth sense had a harsh shudder quaking down her back, so powerful that it had her spinning around to check behind her.
She let out an involuntary shriek and reflexively jumped away from the outstretched arm that was poised to grab hold of her. The yelp caused a couple of people close by to turn around, maybe in the expectation of finding another scene being played out close by. Whatever the reason, it was enough to make her would-be assailant pause. Melody stumbled backward, flustered and lost, her heart pounding from the fear and the knowledge that someone had been about to seize her.
Dear God! She surely must be wrong! She carried on backing up regardless, her hand on the wall to steady herself, but as her eyes raised to seek out the guy, so she could keep her eyes on him and his movements, she realised with a crushing apprehension that her initial suspicions had been right. Alarm bells started going off in her head almost before her brain managed to comprehend what she was seeing; there was a deafening roar of white noise in her ears which drowned out everything around her and screamed at her to run.
Sheer panic besieged her senses. Her fight or flight reaction kicked in and everything around her sharpened. She knew the layout of this club intimately from the time she had spent cleaning up when the place was empty. The obscure entrance to the restricted upper tier was behind her and to the left. There was thumb print technology which Micah had scanned her into so she could move about easily to clear up after club nights; all she had to do was get over there and through the doors, and this creep would not be able to follow. If he did, there were dungeon monitors who could help her.
Hardly daring to take her eyes off of her pursuer, Melody flicked her gaze hastily across the room to judge the exact trajectory and the density of the crowd, then, without giving herself away, she whirled around and flew across the room, oblivious to anyone and anything except her desperate objective of escaping behind the safety of the electronic security doors.
Drinks spilled, and people cursed. Someone tried to grab her arm, but panic made her strong and she shook them off. Most jumped to get out of her way as she barged past, skidding to a halt, her arm already outstretched to make immediate contact with the thumb plate.
She looked behind her as she waited frantically for the mechanism to disengage. Melody found her eyes drawn, as if by some terrifying magnetism, toward a squat, heavy set body with a square face, unkempt, lanky hair and a dense moustache. Mean black eyes full of malevolence bored into her as he made his way unerringly across the floor in her wake. Melody's eyes widened as he drew inexorably closer and her whole body trembled with fear.

More about Poppy Flynn

Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the 'self-sufficiency' lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy's love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn't have a television in the house. 
"When you're surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there's a certain limit to your options, but with books your
adventures and your horizons are endless.” Poppy x

Connect with Poppy Flynn:

Amazon Author Page

Website: https://www.poppyflynnsaucyauthor.com

Facebook Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/clubrisque1/

Facebook Readers’ Group: Sexy Spanking Authors & Readers

Twitter: https://twitter.com/PoppyFlynn1

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/poppyflynnbooks/

 

#SaturdaySpankings - Incredible Ingrid

Ingrid is incredible in the old-fashioned sense of the world – almost beyond belief.

She has spent her entire life looking after number one. Charming when she needs to be, Ingrid can lie more persuasively than an Academy-award winning actor. After all, society’s rules don’t apply to her.

If all this made her happy, it wouldn’t be so bad. But she’s a desperate woman, wrestling with alcoholism and not winning the battle.

Enter Lachlan, a man with a fondness for rescuing feral, frightened creatures. The first time they are alone (edited for brevity):

He pushed his fist into her hair, guiding her closer to meet in a kiss. His lips parted as they met hers. His tongue tasted of chocolate, whipped cream, and sweet strawberries. She sucked it hungrily.

Her heart pounded. Her temperature soared. This was exactly what she’d wanted – craved – since the moment she’d seen him.

When his breathing became ragged and urgent she wrenched away. “You’ve got to go to work,” she said.

He cupped her chin with his hand. “Are you a cockteaser, angel?” His eyes glinted with amusement.

“Of course not.” She smoothed her hair, walking away from him with an exaggerated swing of her hips. “That would be rude.” She breathed slowly, willing her body to cool down.

“That wouldn’t just be rude. It might get your backside tanned.”

Buy link – Amazon

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I'll be back soon - in the meantime here's a taste of what's to come

The Leading Man and I are about to hit the road for five weeks or more. Of course I’m taking my laptop but I may be off the air for days at a time.

I'm excited to be going to the Blushing Books conference in Reno which runs from May 13th to 15th. Can't wait to meet some of the people I've only known online until now.

I will be home again in June, looking forward to the release of my next book with Blushing Books. The release date for Trusting Ingrid is June 15, 2018. This is book 3 in the Romancing the Coast series.

To pique your curiosity, here’s a small snippet:

Being a powerful woman had its advantages but very few of them extended to Ingrid’s love life. Her chances of getting anywhere with Lachlan might be extremely limited but she decided not to accept defeat without at least trying.

This simmering hot man needed a direct challenge.

“Who’s going to tan this backside?” she teased, punctuating her comment with a light slap to her own bottom.

Lachlan grabbed her right wrist, trapping her in front of him. His free hand rested on her left breast.

“I am,” he said. “In fact, when you bring me back from the airport, I’ll spank you as soon as you step out of line, just to let you know who’s boss.”

Desire exploded through Ingrid, but she didn’t want him to know it. Her libido had been dead for so long, she didn’t think anything could wake it up but here it was, in full force saying, shag this man.

She pulled away from him, rubbing her wrist as though he’d injured her somehow. He hadn’t. Not at all. She was rubbing her wrist, so she wouldn’t lose the feeling of his hand on it too quickly.

For weeks she’d been counting the dreary hours and minutes since her last drink.

Now she had something to look forward to. She’d be counting the hours until it was time to pick up the sexy man who kissed like a god.

Marine pilot.

Dangerous job. Brave man.

Surely she wouldn’t frighten him away.

Please follow me for details of its release:

Amazon author page – Libby Campbell

Goodreads

 

In the meantime, you may want to read books 1 and 1 in Romancing the Coast:

Seeing Ronnie, book 1

Holding Cynthia, book 2

Taming His Virgin Wife by Olivia Starke

Olivia Starke joins me today with Taming His Virgin Wife, Devil Creek Ranch Book 1. This sounds like an exciting new series from this woman who knows a thing or two about horses and the country life.

Can Lucas’ discipline and love heal the wounds of Melody’s past?

Blurb:

Melody:I never expected forever when I married Lucas all those years ago. It was a dare, encouraged by one too many vodka shots. It’s surprising neither of us annulled the marriage. But the truth is, I can’t be a wife, not to any man, not even to sweet, wonderful Lucas, thanks to the monsters of my past that still haunt me to this day.

By some miracle, when I was desperate to save my brother, Lucas reappeared in my life. Lucas, who’d helped me so many times in the six months I’d shared his home as a sixteen-year-old foster kid. I had little choice but to take his offer—move with him to his Wyoming ranch and be his wife, for real this time. Lucas doesn’t know the reason I need the money, and it’s a secret I can’t tell.

Lucas: Running into Melody in an Iowa bar seemed like fate. And when I heard she’s in trouble, I have to help her, because I’ve always felt protective over Melody. In my heart, she’s always been mine.

Now, that she’s with me at Devil Creek Ranch, I find it impossible to ignore the feelings I’ve carried for her since I was a seventeen-year-old kid. I want a wife, a partner in life as well as in my bed, but I know Melody is hiding something from me. Something I fear may drive us apart in the end.

Publisher’s Note: Taming His Virgin Wife is a sweet romance that contains elements of power exchange, adult language and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy links: AmazonBlushing Books

Excerpt:

“Melody.” Her name was a raspy whisper.

She closed her eyes, trying to shut him out. But it was no use, his scent filled her head, the memory of his skin and muscles on her fingertips. She heard him shift, then his hand touched her cheek.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She bit her lower lip, trembling.

“Look at me,” he said.

She forced her eyes open. He was inches from her. She waited for the kiss she craved, and sagged toward him. His thumb brushed her mouth.

“I can’t help myself when it comes to you, Mels.” 

And then his lips brushed hers. A light, testing touch. A kiss that asked permission, and Melody waited, listening for the screaming monsters in her mind. The fireplace crackled, and the old ranch home creaked as it settled. A moment of silence and freedom from the ghosts of the past and she took advantage. She pressed forward, daring to touch his jaw. The day’s growth of beard rasped against her palm. He cupped the back of her head, taking the kiss further. 

The tip of his tongue trailed over her top and bottom lip, and she opened to him, touching his tongue with hers. She’d avoided this type of kissing with other men, and this brand-new kind of intimacy thrilled her. He led her in the kiss, and she eagerly followed, until it became a fevered exploration. Then she was on her back, and he was over the top of her. His fingertips trailed fire around her aching nipple, their kisses growing sloppy, desperate. 

She moaned, arching her back, wanting everything he had to offer.

More about Olivia Starke:

Olivia is an editor, book hoarder, cat wrangler, horse whisperer, and professional storyteller. She lives in the beautiful Missouri Ozarks and can often be found outside, enjoying the country life.

Connect with Olivia Starke:

Website: www.authoroliviastarke.com

Amazon Author Page: www.amazon.com/Olivia-Starke/e/B00MC64VBY

Facebook Fan Page: www.facebook.com/AuthorOliviaStarke

Twitter: http://twitter.com/OliviaStarke

Email: authoroliviastarke@gmail.com

#SatSpanks - after the vows

Happy December everyone! I’m not quite sure how we got here so fast. It seems like just last week we were picking blackberries and swimming in the lake. Still, I love this season: the music, the parties, and the surprises it brings.

That’s why in my book, Sadie Says I Do, Simon and Sadie have a December wedding. Here they are after the ceremony and celebrating is over:

We spent the first night of our married life in our new home. We’d both had our fill of airports and hotel rooms for the year. In our cozy bedroom, Simon set a fire while I watched.

“Present the hairbrush,” he said as he sat back and watched the flames lick around the logs.

I hesitated, perhaps unwisely. “Why?” I asked, unaware of having broken any rules. 

“Reason number one,” he said and nodded toward the bathroom where the Maison Pearson was kept.

I brought the hairbrush, thinking of how sometimes spankings were the worst idea ever, but I kept my thoughts to myself. Simon laid it beside him on the bed and nodded at me, the sign for me to submit.

I dropped my panties, lifted my skirt, and crawled over his lap for one of the gentlest spankings ever. He only used his hand. A ten-year-old with a sprained wrist could have done worse.

“Why do I do this?” His voice was light with laughter.

“Because you love me.”

“When will I shop doing this?”

“Never, I hope.”

“Correct.” He delivered two sharp swats to the top of my thighs and said, “Sit on the floor, in front of me. I want to free your hair.”

Carefully and painstakingly he undid my complicated hairdo, stacking up the hairpins in a pile and placing the roses and holly leaves in a row beside them. Finally he used the Maison Pearson hairbrush to comb out the tangles and brush away the gel and spray that held it together.

You can buy Sadie Says I Do as a stand alone book here: SSID – Amazon

or

Or, if you like a bargain, get the entire Simon in Charge series, in a 3-book boxset,

here: SiC - Amazon

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#SatSpanks - When is a choice not a choice?

Happy Thanksgiving weekend to all my American friends! I hope you are enjoying your holiday weekend. For the month of November, I’m sharing excerpts from A Time For Will, a time travel romance.

Will Dawson has been transported to modern times from his home in 1885. The portal for the time travel is in the barn.

When he arrives in 2017, he figures the ranch is still his. to this way of thinking, that makes him master of the house.

He’s laid down some rules for sassy, impudent Lissie Pettigrew. The only problem is, Lissie isn’t good with authority. In this scene, he has her by the hand and has taken her to the barn:

Lissie’s stomach turned to water. “Why are we here?”

“Why do you think?” he asked, closing the door behind them.

“We’re going to try to go through the portal back to your world?”

“We could do that. But not until I’ve tanned your hide properly for sass, cussing, and disrespect.”

He leaned against the door, blocking the only exit to the building. Lissie glanced around. The only things in the barn were a long wooden bench and a couple of stirrup leathers. Surely he couldn’t be planning to use those.

“I’m sorry about that smartass comment to the roofer. He was getting under my skin with that ‘you’re a woman, you wouldn’t understand’ stuff. I said the first thing that came to mind. I should have thought before speaking.”

“That is true.” One corner of Will’s mouth lifted. Damn him. He was enjoying this.

“Okay, I’ve said I’m sorry. You’ve had your apology. Now I need to get back to the house to keep an eye on what all those workers are doing.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to do that. But at this precise moment, you’re going nowhere. You and I are going to do a little reckoning.”

He straightened up, moving away from the door. “I’m feeling generous today. I’ll give you a choice. You can drop your drawers and let me spank your pretty bare bottom.”

Lissie blushed at his knowing tone as he spoke of her body. “Or?”

He glanced at the stirrup leathers. “Or you can preserve your modesty. I’m happy to punish you over your trousers, with one of those leathers.”

“That’s a choice between the devil and the deep blue sea.” Lissie crossed her arms in front of her, as though she could ward Will off, or at least protect herself from what was coming next, by the simple act of hostile body language.

Buy link – Amazon

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Little Brides by Allison West

For age play fans, Allison West is back today with her book, Little Brides, Victorian Chronicles Book Two.

Blurb:

Eager young Clara is looking forward to her arranged marriage. She has been waiting all her life for the day when she will meet her husband. Her father has spent many months searching for the man worthy of his daughter’s hand.

Clara learns that her future husband, Francis, requires the young woman to undergo a medical examination to ensure that she has remained pure and that she is as intact as her reputation. Clara has never felt more disgraced as she is forced to bare all of herself to the doctor, where she undergoes far more than she ever anticipated. Silently, she swears to herself that she will move past the humiliation and never speak of what happened with the physician.

When Francis pays a visit to Clara’s father to propose additional terms to the marriage, wanting to bring along one of her maids so he will have a nanny in the house for Clara, the young bride-to-be is shocked to realize that he was the man giving her an examination. Was he really a doctor, or was he playing the part to ruin her reputation?

Little Brides is the second book in the Victorian Chronicles. It can be read as a stand-alone story but it does follow the first book in the series: A Proper Punishment.

Disclaimer: This book contains elements of age-play, power exchange, discipline, anal play, and graphic sexual content. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy links: AmazonBlushing Books

Excerpt:

Francis had paid an unexpected visit to Clara’s parents’ home, wishing to speak with them about hiring a nanny for Clara. Though, in truth, he did not desire to use such words around her family. He wanted the chance to marry the young lady and worried that if he confessed of his desires, that they might not offer the young lady to him. Instead he would refer to the position as a maid, because it was quite common for wealthy families to have maids to help the girls with their chores and getting ready for proper events. 

He had not intended on visiting with Clara after the examination. In fact, he had planned on her discovering that he was the physician when they were to wed. It would have been quite a surprise, even for him, a man who despised surprises, but he thought it was in Clara’s best interest.  

“What are you doing here?” Clara asked, staring at him harshly. She stepped closer, examining him from head to toe. “Are you really a physician or was what you did some sick joke?” Clara folded her arms across her chest. 

 He was confident that she was angry with him and for valid reason, he hadn’t been forthcoming in who he was. Francis also hadn’t thought that if he was honest she would have been accepting of what he wanted to do, ensure that she was a virtuous bride. 

“I am a doctor,” Francis said. “You visited my home and the cottages for the sick and dying.” He quite often had at least one family hauled up in one of the buildings until they passed away. It made caring for them much easier when they were within a few days or weeks of their last dying breath. 

“You lied to me!” Clara shouted as she stomped across the floor, coming to approach him. 

He wasn’t sure whether she had it in her to hit him or only scream at him. Either way he was prepared for whatever anger she unleashed. Francis did not deny that it was probably warranted. It wasn’t that he intended to betray her, only keep her from second guessing the decision of their marriage. 

“I did what was in your best interest,” Francis said. “I intended to marry you and have no reason not to.” He hoped that she would not give him a reason to turn her away. She was beautiful, strikingly so with her honey blonde hair and hazel eyes that twinkled in the candelabra lighting. 

Clara huffed with anger, her teeth clenched tight and her hands balled into fists. “You violated me!” 

“Excuse me?” George asked, interrupting the tiff between his daughter and Francis. “Would someone please clarify what exactly is going on here?” 

Interview with Allison West

Is this your first series?

Writing as Allison West, this is the first series that I’ve done. However, I’ve written a young adult series that was three books.

How many books will be in the Victorian Chronicles series?

Right now there are only two books. I hope to write more, but I haven’t planned anything further.

Favorite book?

I absolutely loved The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.

Favorite TV shows?

The 100, 13 Reasons Why, The Handmaid’s Tale

What makes a good story?

Characters with a solid backstory, a believable world –whether it’s historical, fantasy, science fiction or contemporary it has to be based on enough truth to seem real, a strong story arc, and a romance that is believable. I enjoy reading romances that aren’t just throw the characters together and let them make out. Obstacles and flawed characters are more genuine and real, they’re like us.

Tell us a crazy story about your life.

I recently got married and the week of the wedding, my fiancé was hospitalized in isolation for C-Diff. We weren’t sure the wedding would happen. When it came down to the wedding day, everything was beautiful, the ceremony was amazing, but at the reception – I was sick. We spent our wedding night in the ER and missed our first dance and reception. Talk about a crazy night.

More about Allison West:

Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Erotica, BDSM, Romantic Erotica, Sci-Fi, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.

Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. She loves writing naughty novels with characters that you can connect with. You can find more about Allison on Facebook and Twitter.

Want to be part of her Advanced Reader Program and discover information about upcoming titles, giveaways, access to ARC’s and gain behind the scenes access? Join the Victorian Vixens Facebook group.

Visit her website:

http://spankingauthor.com/

Don’t miss these exciting titles by Allison West and Blushing Books!

The Lords of Discipline

A Taste of Wonderland

 Guarded Discipline

Little Lizzie’s Reform

Reaper’s Kiss

Little Prim and Proper

The Victorian Shift

The Decoy Bride

Delia’s Debt

Little Secrets

Jailed Little Jade

Enrolling Little Etta

The Nanny

Fire Licked

The Murderess

 

#SatSpanks - How long is forever

Thank you for joining me for more adventures in Simon and Sadie’s world of power exchange, discipline, and romance. Today’s excerpt is from Simon Says, book 1 in the Simon in Charge series.

Simon and Sadie have just had their first dinner date. It’s a snowy New Year’s Day. In the course of one short meal, Sadie has already managed to earn her first spanking (abridged):

"How long will this take?" I asked.

"Until I am satisfied that you regret being so badly behaved," Simon said.

"I regret it already."

"Perhaps. But not enough for my satisfaction and definitely not as much as you are going to. By the way, the longer you take, the longer your spanking will be."

I scrambled to slide my panties around my knees and climbed over his lap with a total lack of grace. He moved his legs and adjusted my panties so it felt like they hobbled me.

He locked my two hands with his left and lightly swatted my upturned bottom. Well what was all the fuss about? I could take that for hours. 

Buy the complete Simon in Charge series here (all three books for $4.99):  

Simon in Charge

Buy link – Amazon (Simon Says)

Don’t miss these other great books & stories from me and Blushing Books:

The other books in the series are also available individually, and on Kindle Unlimited:

Winning Sadie (book 2) – also available on Audible

Sadie Says I Do (book 3)

Romancing the Coast:

Seeing Ronnie, (book) 1

Short story:

A Prairie Promise (in the A Spanking Good New Year anthology from Blushing Books)

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Protecting His Pet by Measha Stone

Measha Stone is back today with her latest book Protecting His Pet. It’s getting great reviews and selling fast. This is why:

He would protect her from the world, but who would protect her from him?

Blurb:

After her brother’s life of crime is brought to a sudden end, twenty-two-year-old Kara Jennings fears she may be the next target of the men who killed him. It comes as a shock, however, when she is taken captive by a mysterious man who promises to keep her safe but quickly demonstrates that he will not hesitate to punish her in any way he sees fit if she disobeys him.

Devin Stinger is certain there is something important that Kara is refusing to share with him—something related to her brother’s death—and he is fully prepared to be as firm as necessary to get her to tell him the truth, even if that means stripping her bare, spanking her hard and thoroughly, and keeping her caged like a pet.

Despite her shame at being made to kneel naked at her captor’s feet, eat from his hand, and surrender her body to him completely, Devin’s dominance leaves Kara helplessly aroused and yearning for him to master her even more thoroughly. When he brings her to the edge of an intense climax only to leave her desperate and wanting, her need for him to claim her properly compels Kara to confess the secret her brother shared with her before his death. But will that information help Devin protect his beautiful pet or will it ultimately put her in greater danger?

Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Pet includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive pet play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt

Without a blanket to cover her body, she stood near the cell door with goose pimples running rampant over her body. Even after the time in the cell, the spankings, the fighting, she still looked hotter than his body could ignore. Her arms were folded over her stomach, which only lifted her tits higher and made him want to tweak the hardened nubs.

 Keeping his eyes on her, he unlocked the cage and stood in the doorway. “I’m going to take you upstairs and I expect you to eat all of your lunch. I’m not going to use your leash, because I’m giving you this chance. A chance to earn back some of your privileges. Do you understand me, pet?”

“Y-yes?”

He raised an eyebrow.

She visibly fought an eye-roll but answered correctly. “Yes, Sir.” Her tone lacked any actual sincerity, but it would do. For now.

“Good. Come.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the stairs. The idea of making her crawl all the way up made his cock twitch in his pants. He’d already fucked her twice that day, and just the mental image of seeing her red, welted ass swaying in front of him while she crawled for him made him ready to do it again.

In the end, he settled for having her walk behind him. She may look docile after having taken a short nap, but he hadn’t taken a nap and he wasn’t up to chasing her down again.

He heard her intake of breath with the first step up the stairs. Her ass would be sore for a few days after the belting he’d given her. Maybe she’d manage to take note of a few things now that sitting would be a little more difficult than before.

But then again, sitting wasn’t what he had in mind when it came to get her anyway.

Once up in the kitchen, he moved to the chair at the table with the bowl of food. She shot her hand out in front of him and grasped the chair beside it, scraping the legs against the flooring as she pulled it from the table.

“Whoa. What are you doing?” he asked, covering her hands with his own.

She gave him a wary glance. “Sitting down.”

It was almost too hard to take away the hope simmering in her eyes. Almost.

“You haven’t earned any privileges yet. You’ll kneel here, at my feet, like a good pet.”

Her dark, narrowed eyes followed his pointed finger to the spot on the floor, next to his chair. To her credit, she didn’t yank her hand away or shout at him. Though he could see several retorts forming in that brain of hers. Even if he wanted her complete obedience, he still appreciated her quick wit. Life would just be too boring if she behaved robotically.

“I know you’re still pissed, but I’ve already apologized and went through the humiliating punishments. Can’t you just let me eat like a person?” The pleading was there, but so was the underlying demand. She still expected things to go her way.

“I’m not pissed anymore.” He shook his head. “You took your punishments, but you still haven’t earned the privileges back. So, you’ll kneel beside me, and I’ll feed you.” He let go of her hand, letting her take a moment to mull it over, and sure that she would cave. The woman had to be starving, and thirsty. The only way those two needs were being met was at his discretion, in his way. Because her way, her all in charge, ‘I don’t need anyone’ way didn’t work—not for her, and sure as fuck not for him.

She eyed the bowl of rice and vegetables, all but drooling from her mouth. The image that flashed in his mind of that exact thing taking place excited him. The beast was getting harder to contain, the more he imagined things like that.

Making up her mind took another long pause, but she shot him a look that suggested he go fuck himself, and stepped around him. He turned to watch as she gracefully sank to her knees beside his chair, leaning back on her heels, then quickly leaning back up. Her ass would bruise; two serious spankings in one day would do that.

Once she seemed settled and her eyes were locked on the bowl, he took his seat, facing forward, not looking down at her. Taking a spoonful of the food, he shoveled it into his mouth. He wasn’t all that hungry, the pizza he shared with Trevor earlier had tided him over, but she didn’t know that. It wasn’t the point. After another bite, and feeling her tense up beside him, he scooped some of the rice and sautéed bell pepper into his right hand and held it out to her, just below her mouth.

“What are you doing?” She eyed his hand as though he were offering her poison.

“Feeding you. Take it.” He lifted it up to her mouth.

She shoved his hand away, knocking the rice to the floor along with the peppers. He tsked his tongue.

“Shit.” She lowered her head. At least she was starting to realize when she fucked up; now if she could just do it before she got herself into trouble, they’d be making progress.

He left her kneeling there, her head hung and her eyes staring at the clump of rice on the floor. A part of him was going to enjoy the next few minutes, another part tried to get that part of him to shut up.

Retrieving the special bowl from the farthest cabinet in the kitchen, he returned to her. He scraped the rest of the lunch into it and placed it in front of her on the floor. He could all but hear the muscles in her body clench at what he’d put in front of her.

A shiny new dog bowl, complete with the word PET inscribed with black ink on the side. “No, no.” He swatted her hand away when she reached for the rice. “That’s not how pets eat. I tried the polite way, but you didn’t want it, so this is how it is. For now, at least.”

Getting to know Measha Stone:

Measha Stone is an international best seller who lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and three children. While working toward her degree in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University, she wrote mostly in the thriller genre, but her heart lies in Romance. BDSM Erotic Romance is where she lives and breathes, because what’s pleasure without a little pain?  When she’s not writing, she’s reading and goofing off with her kids.

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