Cassie's Life by PK Corey

Today I’m looking at Cassie’s Life, (#10 in the Cassie’s Space series), a book I love. If you enjoy a story loaded with loving DD, humour, suspense, and romance, look no further. PK Corey delivers that and more in this contemporary novel.

Blurb:

Ask Cassie about her life on the river and she’ll tell you it’s lovely and peaceful. But while Cassie loves the life she lives, peaceful is not always an accurate description. Whether she’s confronting an armed man who’s in a drunken rage, planning a friend’s wedding or dealing with a ghost in a backwoods lodge, Cassie is going to deal with it the best way she knows how. And peaceful doesn’t always work.

When a mysterious phone call comes for Cassandra Wentworth – Cassie’s past is suddenly back to haunt her in a devastating way. Tom has always said nothing from before the time they met counts, but he didn’t know about this.  Sue, Annie, Allie and Jenny are all willing to help, but will it be enough?

Disclaimer: Cassie’s Life is a sweet romance for mature readers, 18 years and over. Scenes include spanking adult women in the context of loving relationships. If such content may offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

I knew Tom would be in soon. Most people in situations of such stress have the option of fight or flight. Since the last time I’d run away from Tom I had given him my solemn word I wouldn’t run away from him again, my options were somewhat different – fight or submit. I didn’t want to fight with Tom, but to submit to a spanking…when I’d been the one to defuse the situation… I just wasn’t sure I could accept it.

Tom wasn’t long in following me. One look at his face told me he was a man on a mission and I could only assume that mission would keep me from sitting comfortably for a few days. I knew nothing I could say would change his mind. I might submit physically, but mentally, never. The look of cold fury I gave him as he began removing my clothes was not something he could misinterpret.

I was seething, as Tom undressed me completely – to make me stand before him nude before a spanking was nothing but a sheer power play and I felt he was doing it because of what that hateful Cal had said about listening to authority.

I felt anything but submissive, as I stood nude before him. I didn’t say anything. I was too angry. I waited to see if he would go for the brush or the leather paddle. The answer was neither – he came for me. Putting his hand on the back of my neck he pulled me into a kiss that I’ll remember longer than any spanking. I stood weak kneed from the kiss staring into Tom eyes as he hovered over me a moment before kissing me again as he ran his hands over my body.

I wasn’t even sure how I got on the bed, but Tom was still kissing me as he removed his clothes. We made love with a passion I’m sure most would believe should be reserved for the young. I don’t think I even remember the details, not that I’d share them, but I when I came back to myself I could barely move except to clutch tightly at Tom. Eventually I found my voice.

“I think I’m going to have to take up smoking.”

I heard Tom’s warm chuckle, “Don’t you think you stay in enough trouble without taking up more bad habits.”

“Honey, I have to tell you, if this is your new method of getting my attention when you’re upset with me, I’m behind you all the way.”

PK Corey in her own words:

The love of writing came to me late in life and I spent time trying to fit writing into a busy schedule. Recently I retired, the kids are out and on their own and my wonderful husband encourages me to spend more time exploring the world of writing.

I always hear you should write what you want to read, so I have. I write loving domestic discipline with the stress on ‘loving’. I want a strong man who cherishes the woman he loves and is willing to go to any length to keep her safe and protected.

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways Tom is determination to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. My new series, Cal’s Law, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.

Connect with PK Corey:

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

email: pk.corey@yahoo.com

Amazon Author page

Twitter: @pkcorey

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Cowgirl Thrill Rider by Sahalie Blue & Sterling Scott

The Sahalie Blue and Sterling Scott team have started 2018 on a strong note with the release of the book. Cowgirl Thrill Rider. I started reading it last night and love the DD-old West mix.

Blurb:

The golden age of rodeo for a Nebraska cowgirl.

Polly Duffy had learned to ride horses almost before she could walk. She loves to ride more than anything. In 1916, at age fourteen, she enters a steer riding contest at the local county fair and wins, never to look back. She becomes addicted to the thrill of the ride be it relay races, bronc busting or steer riding.

Her pioneer mother wants a better life for her daughter since she believes a woman's place is far from the rodeo arena. But Polly is determined to 'cowgirl up' – to step up to the challenge, and prove that she can ride that ornery, bucking bronc despite being a diminutive female.

Polly's riding skills bring her to the attention of Texas Jack, a Wild West show promoter. She joins his traveling show in 1920, where she meets champion steer wrestler and bronc rider Buck Delmar. Polly is determined to make it big herself and, with the help of immigrant Cossack trick riders, soon becomes a talented, famous performer, thrilling audiences with her death-defying stunts on horseback.

She and Buck later join the rodeo circuit, where she competes in trick riding. The hardest, most dangerous, tricks earn the most prize money. As her addiction to the thrill of winning – and the money – grows, she risks reputation and virtue, while putting her life in jeopardy. 

Can Buck help her achieve her dreams with his loving guidance and discipline?

Publishers’ note: Cowgirl Thrill Rider is a sweet romance intended for adults only. Spankings of adult women represented in the book are fantasies only, suitable for a mature audience only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the authors’ advocating any non-consensual spanking or other sexual activity or the spanking of minors. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

Buck took a deep breath and sat in one of the chairs opposite the colonel's. He motioned for Polly to sit in the other. 

“I am so disappointed in your sneaky behavior. I thought we shared everything. What were you thinking, riding that Brahman?”

She defended her actions. “The Colonel said the ride will help me in the final standings, to win the championship title.”

“Is that all you care about? Do you know how dangerous those bulls can be? What if you were injured?”

She stubbornly replied, “Like the Colonel said, there really was no danger. I wasn't afraid. I've ridden worse.”

He dug in his heels. “Think about our daughter. She adores you! How would she feel if she lost her mother?” Shaking his head, he added, “No, I forbid you to ride another Brahma bull, ever again. It's too dangerous.”

“That's not fair!”

“Honey, I've been very fair with you. You do know there aren't many men that would allow their wives to work at a man's profession, don't you? It's bad enough I get razzed for letting you compete.” Buck stood, and paced back and forth in the small room. “I can't count the number of times I've heard comments like, 'Women got no business on a bucking horse', or, 'Women should be havin' babies, not riding broncs'”, he mimicked a whiney voice.

She huffed, “As you know, I've heard my share of those comments too!”

“I know. I get that, but do you understand how hard it is for me sometimes, to let the criticism and teasing roll off me? Many of these Joes are just itchin' for a fight, and I have to swallow my pride and walk away.”

Polly's brow wrinkled in thought. “No, I didn't know that. I'm sorry. Do you want me to quit?”

Pulling her into his lap, he sat down and stroked her cheek. “No. You don't need to be sorry for wanting to follow your heart's dream. I believe the good Lord put us on this earth for a reason, and your reason for being is, to be a champion cowgirl rider. I would never deny you that. But, the issue here is that you didn't talk to me—you didn't trust me. And, for that, I'm going to spank you.”

She looked him straight in the eye, and for a moment, he thought she might fight him. Then, she sighed, “Yes, Buck.”

“Get up. Everything off, you will be bare for this one. You must have known this would happen.”

She stammered, “I...I guess I didn't think it through.”

“No, you didn't. Remember when I said your ass is mine? Now, over my knee so I can remind you of that fact.”

About the Authors:

Sahalie Blue was born and raised in the Midwestern US along the shores of Lake Michigan. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest, treasuring the great outdoors of her new home.

Sahalie loves hiking in the region's majestic Cascade Mountains, dense mossy forests and sagebrush-filled deserts. Her revered, special place is Sahalie Falls, a roaring waterfall that pounds the McKenzie River into a rainbowed mist.

She's been married for several years to a computer guy who loves to tell jokes. She appreciates laugh-out-loud moments. She enjoys reading just about anything, but mysteries, romances, and science fiction are her favorites. She is passionate about expressing her thoughts and feelings in her writing.

Sterling Scott writes of his imagined adventures within the backdrop of actual historical events. While some of his stories are more fictional than others, he likes to entwine real events into a new version of how it should have happened. Additionally, he includes experiences from his life and those friends who have shared events with him.

When not writing, Sterling travels the highways and visits his children. He spends a lot of time playing with his first grandchild.

Connect with the authors:

Sahalie Blue

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Amazon author page: www.amazon.com/Sahalie-Blue/e/B01ND4BOXX/

Sterling Scott

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www.twitter.com/marksrsterling

Amazon author page: www.amazon.com/Sterling-Scott/e/B015TJ3BPC/

His Captive Pet by Measha Stone

His Captive Pet is the third book in Measha Stone’s Owned and Protected series. It sounds hot!

Blurb:

Aubree Stevenson isn’t used to being ordered around, but then her efforts to bring down a dog fighting ring put her life in danger and she ends up in the protective custody of a stern, handsome former Marine.

Blake Turner is not a man to be trifled with, and he wastes no time in making it clear that Aubree will obey him or be punished. After she puts his word to the test, Aubree’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing strapping, and when she continues to defy her strict captor, she quickly discovers that he is prepared to take things much further. Soon enough, she finds herself stripped naked, outfitted with a collar and tail, and eating from Blake’s hand like a well-trained pet.

To her dismay, Aubree’s arousal grows more intense with every shameful display of forced submission. But even as he masters her body and claims her in every way, Blake must keep his captive pet safe from both her enemies and her own recklessness. Will he prove up to the task?

Disclaimer: His Captive Pet contains elements of BDSM, including the discipline of adult women, along with sexually explicit scenes. If this is not to your taste, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

“Guess it’s the hard way. I have to say, I’m not too disappointed about it.”

He lifted off her back just enough to get both hands in front of her to unbuckle the collar and slip it around her throat. She bucked and kicked and tried to wiggle her head away from him, but he had more skills in trapping her than she could have imagined.

His cock pushed against her ass through his jeans. Hard. Beyond hard.

The leather pushed against her throat, cutting off enough air to make her wiggle harder against him.

“Shhh. You can breathe, calm down.” His finger slipped between the leather and her neck. “See, you can breathe.”

She took a slow breath. Air came easily with the buckle latched.

“This shirt has to go.” Another tear, right down the middle of her back. She used the opportunity of him standing up to bolt out from under him.

His booted foot kicked her, catching her in the thigh and sending her sprawling into the dirt patch off the side of the patio. Rocks cut into her hands as she scrambled to get up, but he grabbed her hair, fisting it effortlessly and keeping her on her knees. Her shirt, torn in half down the back, hung from her arms, barely covering her naked breasts.

It only took a flick of his wrist to remove it and toss it aside. The leash snapped onto the collar while she clawed at his hands.

Pulling on the leash, he dragged her to her feet, pressing his face against hers once she stood to her full height.

“I’m not struggling with you anymore, Aubree. You will learn obedience. And your training starts now.” His lips pressed hard against hers. Possession in a kiss. She shoved at his shoulders, but even she could feel her lips soften beneath his. When his tongue trailed across her bottom lip, she opened for him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she promised herself she’d fight him off; she’d bite him if his kiss deepened. Except when his tongue entered, caressing her own, she only moaned.

His hand still wrapped in her hair, pulled her away from him. Her breath puffed out from her lips as though she’d just run up the hill again.

“Open your mouth, Aubree,” he ordered, glaring down at her with narrowed eyes. There was no hesitancy in his expression. He gave her orders, and he expected them obeyed. She had an idea of what he planned to do; she’d seen that thing in his hand when he’d walked up to her and Devin.

Having the leash on would be hard to take, but she could manage it until he calmed down enough to see reason again. But that thing, that fucking thing was not happening.

“Obey or be punished.” His hand cupped her cheeks, squeezing until she had to spread her jaw enough to release some of the pressure.

“I won’t do it,” she said with her teeth gritted.

“You will.” A promise. Not a thread of doubt in his voice. “Because if you don’t, you’ll crawl the whole way back to the cabin. I’m letting you use your feet… for now… but if you fight me, you’ll be on your hands and knees. I don’t care how cut up you get doing it. I’ll clean you up and make you do it again.”

He would. He’d make her crawl through the rocks and grass, and he wouldn’t relent. Something darker lurked inside Blake, something that should terrify her, but instead pulled her to him. The little spark of danger she’d felt from him at the bar ignited before her.

“Open. Your. Mouth.” He squeezed her cheeks harder, and she let out several huffs of air from her nose.

A tear slipped out the corner of her eye. She fought to keep control, to not give in, but in the end, she did. She opened her mouth, sucking in a breath and watching his face relax.

“There’s a good girl.” His lips stretched into a wide smile, and he held up the damn plug so she could see it. A tail. The man held a butt plug with a silicone doggy tail attached.

He shoved the glass plug into her mouth, rolling it around on her tongue. The plug pushed further down, gagging her.

“I didn’t have time to find the lube, so let’s hope you’re wet enough for this.” He yanked the plug out of her mouth, letting her gulp in a breath of air before he pulled her back to the patio table and shoved her back over the edge.

He kicked at her calves until she spread her legs. God help her, she wasn’t even fighting him.

Rough, thick fingers slid through her sex. He chuckled. “Yep, I’d say you’re wet enough.”

She clenched hard. Useless, she knew, but she had to try. She needed to find some resemblance of her spine. She couldn’t let him go on with her giving in too easily.

More about Measha Stone:

Measha Stone is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, and suspense. She lives in the western suburbs of Chicago with her husband and children, who are just as creative and crazy as her. Her vanilla writing has been published in numerous literary magazines, but she’s found her passion in erotic romance.

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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: Amazon │Blushing 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

The Smuggler's Bride by Vanessa Brooks

I’m starting 2018 with a spotlight on The Smuggler’s Bride, book four in the Masterful Husbands series. This series is a collection of Georgian romances from Vanessa Brooks. Once again, the naughty ladies of the spanked wives’ society manage to get themselves embroiled in yet another tangled mess.

At the end of this blog post there is an interview with the hot Jago Poldrunne – don’t miss it!

Even as she hated him, she craved his touch.

Blurb: Primrose Latimer has a fiancé to be proud of, a gentleman destined to become Lord Trewithe of Pencullen House in Cornwall, but a case of mistaken identity scuppers her chances of ever becoming his Lady wife. Her hopes and aspirations dashed, she is determined that the man who has ruined her, a Cornish smuggler, shall pay dearly for her losses.

However, fate and Jago Poldrunne have other plans for Primrose, as swirling sea mists and smugglers abound!

Disclaimer: If fast paced, romantic, humorous romps, featuring strong, handsome commanding gentlemen are not your thing – then please do not buy this seductive, 18th century romance!

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

They were ensconced together within his cabin. He in his captain’s chair with her tossed cosily across his lap, doing her utmost to avoid his correcting palm with absolutely no success. Strangely Jago could not remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself quite so much. She was a comely baggage, albeit one with a sharp tongue. Although she deigned to show no fear, he had to admire her courage in what must be a singularly frightening situation for her. He continued to raise his arm, bringing it down with strong emphasis, until she slumped dejectedly across his knee. Only then did he lower his hand to rest upon her rounded posterior. Gently he massaged her heated globes, she moaned, unconsciously shifting her hips upward to meet his soothing palm.

More about Vanessa Brooks:

International bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America. Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700's also proved highly successful both sides of the Atlantic.

Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack of bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.

More importantly, she likes writing entertaining books that her readers enjoy. She includes passion adventure, romance and domestic discipline, de rigueur within the eras of her popular novels.

Connect with Vanessa Brooks:

Amazon Author page: Vanessa Brooks

Twitter: @blushingvanessa

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/vanessanovels

Website: http://vanessanovels.weebly.com

Blushing Books: http://www.blushingbooks.com/vanessabrooks

An interview with Jago Poldrunne:

VB: “Hello you’re Jago Poldrunne aren’t you? It’s very nice to meet you.” Bloody hell, this man is gorgeous! Furiously fanning face!

JP: ‘An’ who might you be?’

VB: “Vanessa Brooks, It is very nice to meet you.”

JP: ‘What d’you want wench?’

VB: “I’d like to interview you. I would be very grateful if you could spare me the time to answer a few questions.”

JP: ‘Did Primrose put you up to this? Are you married to an Excise man? What exactly is it that you want to know?’

VB:“I have no connection with any Excise men neither does my husband I assure you and Primrose had nothing to do with this but I’m curious, what would you have done if she had been involved?”

JP: ‘Did no one tell you that curiosity killed the cat missy -Carry on with these personal questions and you might wish you hadn’t found out the answers, Mistress brooks.’

VB: “Um, okay, well would mind just telling me a little something about yourself please?”

JP: ‘I’m a Cornish man, born and bred and proud of it. My father t’were Squire of Poldrunne but he died a couple of years ago so now I am Squire. The people of Cornwall relied too heavily upon tin mining and for an age our children ate and had clothes upon their back. Then came cheaper tin imports from abroad and our mines began to close. This caused terrible hardship and starvation, no one seemed to care that the people of Cornwall were dying. Men turned back to the sea. Some returned to a life of fishing while others turned to smuggling but the important thing was our people lived and filled their bellies once again. O’course there was other means to feed a family. Evil men took to wrecking, luring ships onto the rocks in order to steal the cargo then sell it on.’

VB: “I take it that you don’t hold with wrecking?” 

JP: ‘No, I most certainly do not! My but you’re an impertinent wench! You are married you say, Mistress brooks?’

VB: “Yes...why?”

JP: ‘Tis clear to me that you need taking in hand, your husband needs to teach you some manners. I’ll speak with him; assure him that this should do the trick.’

VB “Err...I have just remembered that I have an errand to run I have to go. Thanks for taking the time to talk with me, goodbye Mr... I mean, Squire Poldrunne!”

JP: ‘Here wench give that to your husband, tell him ’tis a gift from me!’

VB “That’s terribly kind but no thanks I...”

JP: ‘Take it. Mayhap I should demonstrate its use?’

VB “Um, no need, thanks for the um, gift. I have to go, bye-ee!”

VB to herself: What exactly is my husband meant to do with a piece of old tar rope?

Happy New Year, with a full & grateful heart

It’s December 31st here on the West Coast of Canada. Before we slip into a New Year, I’m looking back over the past twelve months, mellow with warm memories of 2017.

Sure there were some troubling international events, but on a personal, daily basis it was a good year for me and those I love.

I’m grateful for the chance to write down the stories that shadow me everywhere. When new characters invade my consciousness, it starts an exciting, sometimes exhausting chase. I love the building of the stories, the journeys down the rabbit holes of research, and the way characters often surprise me.

Throughout all this, I’m grateful to my Leading Man for his support and encouragement. Who else would volunteer to listen to me read every one of my books aloud?

A big thanks to Blushing Books who take that rough work, help me polish it into something fit for human consumption and launch it into the world.

I’m grateful for the community of writers that support and encourage each other. It’s a privilege belonging to that tribe.

Last but not least – in fact last but most important – thank you to all the people who have read my books and left kind reviews. Without you, none of this would matter.

Like Janus, I’m also looking forward to an opening door. That door is 2018. May it bring you good health, loyal friends, and a chance for happy adventures, with enough spice to make your toes curl.

Learning To Be Little by Kathryn R. Blake

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas fits in with the season as well the book I’m looking at today. The amazing Kathryn R. Blake’s latest is now out! Called Learning To Be Little, Kelly’s Story: Unexpected Consequences book 3. It’s the story of a young woman whose childhood has been stolen from her. Having read a lot of this, I’m finding it hard to decide which hot snippet to share. I’m going to give you one from the start of the book.

She thought he was odd, he thought she was perfect

Blurb:

After a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly's growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.

Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly's attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn't until he takes her home that she realizes just what she's gotten herself into.

Publisher's Note: Learning To Be Little contains elements of power exchange, and dynamics of age-play as well as discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

"You should never interrupt Daddy when he's talking, pumpkin. You'll get spanked if you do it again. First thing we need—"

"But, how can I—" Kelly wasn't permitted another word before he wrapped his arm about her waist and bent her over. Whack.

"What did I say?" he demanded as his hand fell several more times in quick succession. He hadn't bared her bottom, but it still stung more than she'd thought it would.

"Ow. I'm sorry, sir. I won't do it again. I promise."

He delivered three more swats then let her up. She promptly rubbed her sore backside as he scowled down at her. "What do you say?"

"I apologize for interrupting, but can I ask a question, now?"

"No, you may not. I determine your age, Kelly. It depends entirely on my whim, but I'll make sure you understand the rules whenever I make a change. Let's get you out of those clothes and into a bath. You're in dire need of a firm scrubbing. Also," he said, fingering her dime store gold-metal necklace. "You will not be allowed any jewelry while you're with me."

"I won't?"

"No." He reached for the clasp.

"But my ears are pierced."

Pocketing her necklace, he examined both her earlobes. "Hmm. I don't like my girls to wear earrings, but I will permit you some very small gold studs to keep the holes from closing. We'll go out and purchase them tomorrow along with a few other things I think you'll need. I don't know why it is you young ladies today want to mar your bodies with multiple perforations." He removed the costume jewelry hoops she wore. "Have you any other piercings on your body?"

"No, sir."

"Good, because those you would have to do without." He took off her watch next.

"I can't even wear a watch?"

"No. There's no need for you to tell time since I will structure your day for you." He placed her necklace, earrings, and watch in a small plastic bag he drew from his pocket. "I will keep these and return them, along with your wallet and the money I gave you earlier, when we separate." As he undid the buttons of her blouse, Kelly studied his expression. He didn't have the glazed eyes of a man overcome with lust or desire. Instead, he regarded her clothes and body with clinical detachment. "I will bathe you, always. During that time, I will also shave you, if you require it. I prefer my little girls as hairless as possible where adult women often grow hair. We may eventually decide waxing is easier, but, for today, I will simply shave the hair off. In addition, I will take care of any of your other hygiene needs, like brushing your teeth, and braiding your hair.

"You intend to put my hair in braids?"

"Yes. Or unplaited pigtails, whichever I feel are more appropriate." He stepped back. "So, let's slip out of those panties and bra, shall we?"

More about Kathryn R. Blake:

Although Kathryn is relatively new to the spanking romance market, she is not new to stories where the hero spanks the heroine. Most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them. However, even in Kathryn's novels where the hero firmly believes in using spanking as a deterrent, he has no desire to cause the heroine injury and takes no delight in hurting the woman of his heart. In fact, sometimes he finds it extremely difficult to follow through on his threats or promises.

To date, all of her heroes are dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love.  However, part of that protectiveness includes the need for a certain amount of control.  They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. Even so, these men aren't infallible, and they do make mistakes, but love and respect will always triumph in the end.

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#SatSpanks - The reckoning

The count down to Christmas Day has started. I'm so excited! I love this time of year.

This week I have another excerpt from my story, Love At Last Flight. It is part of the thirteen-story anthology, 12 Naughty Days of Christmas.

This collection is available for a short time for only 99¢ - or read for free with Kindle Unlimited.

For a short time you have the chance to win a Kindle Fire and a box of swag from Blushing Books, details are here: 12 Naughty Days.

Because this will be my last blog here for a while – I’m taking a winter break – this is a little longer than usual:

Background: Lauren has disobeyed a direct order Richard has given her in her motorcycle training. She had directly and deliberately challenged him. They have a dinner date that night, but before they go out…

Richard arrived at her apartment half an hour before they were due to be at the restaurant. Lauren greeted him in her bathrobe, wearing only a lace bra and pantie set underneath it.

“I’m glad to see you’re ready for your spanking,” he said.

She nodded, thrilled that they’d got to the game so quickly.

He kissed her on the mouth, the collarbone and the crease of her cleavage. “Lose the bathrobe. Go. Stand in the corner.” He pointed to a corner of her living room as he shucked off his coat.

“For how long?” She frowned.

“For as long as I please.”

She glared at him, threw down the bathrobe, and stomped over to the spot he’d indicated. Once there she started stretching, arms overhead, behind her.

“Stand still.” The sofa creaked as Richard sat down. “Put your hands behind your back. I want to see those magnificent breasts pushed out. I don’t want to hear a word out of you while you stand there and think about the punishment to come.”

Lauren went still, exactly as told. Minutes dragged by.

An eternity passed before Richard said, “Come and lay yourself across my knees.”

Lauren turned back to him, her stomach somersaulting.

“What’re you going to do?”

“Spank you. What did you think I was going to do after you disobeyed me today?”

“I dunno,” she lied. She’d hoped he’d spank her but now her knees had turned to jelly. “Couldn’t I do something else to apologize?”

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All Work And No Play by Gracie Malling

This is the season that just keeps on giving! Mischief Under The Mistletoe a fourteen-novella anthology available now! Today I’m looking at Gracie Malling’s story, All Work and No Play that is included in this book.

Blurb: It's hard to focus at work when your boss also happens to be your Dom, and Mia is finding it increasingly difficult to balance her work life with her kink life. Christmas, however, is an excellent distraction, and Mia is determined that their first ever office Christmas party will be one to remember. And it will... just for all the wrong reasons!

Editor’s note: These delightfully naughty Christmas spanking stories feature scorching romance and BDSM. Some involve age play, all involve spanking. There’s also a bit of LGBT+, some magic, and a drunken incident with a photocopier. If this isn’t your scene, it might be better to find a nice book about knitting lamp shades, instead.

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Excerpt:

“Not so fast, little girl!”

I freeze, five stairs up, and then look back over my shoulder to see Will standing in the hallway glaring up at me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, trying my best to look innocent.

“Back down here. Now.” He takes off his thick winter coat and hangs it up behind the door, never breaking eye contact.

My belly clenches up in that gorgeous way that is both scary and hot as hell, and I tighten my grip on the bannister rail. “Why?”

“Mia Elizabeth Clarke, you are already in enough trouble as it is.” He raises his voice ever so slightly. “Here. Now.”

“But… but I already had corner time.”

Will grabs hold of the bannister rail and starts up the stairs after me.

I squeak and take the rest of the stairs at a run before sprinting along the landing, throwing open our bedroom door and flinging myself inside. This is a ridiculous plan, however, and I realise this moments later when Will strolls in, calm as you like, shuts the door firmly behind him and then stands there, arms crossed, expression hard and mouth set in a disapproving line.

I retreat until the backs of my thighs hit the bed, and then I sit down on the edge of it with a defeated whimper. “I’m sorry…”

He raises an eyebrow and takes a deliberate step towards me. “Sorry for what, young lady? For being a brat at work, for running off just now or for both?”

I hug my arms, press my cheek into my shoulder and mumble something incoherent.

“What was that?” His voice has that sharp edge to it that tells me I am in big trouble, but for some reason lovely submissive Mia seems to have disappeared since our little post-meeting chat and my brat persona has well and truly taken over.

“I said I don’t know,” I grumble, staring down at the carpet and still hugging my arms with my face averted.

“Stand up.”

I shake my head, squidging my cheek deeper into my shoulder, and stay put.

“Right.” In my peripheral vision, I see Will take two quick steps forwards and then he grabs hold of my hair and yanks me to my feet.

Before I have the chance to do anything more than shriek and wriggle, he sits down hard on the edge of the bed and drags me over his lap.

“You want to act like a brat, Mia?” he demands, his voice harsh, as he pulls up my sensible work skirt and hooks his fingers around the waistband of my knickers. “Well then, I’m going to treat you like a brat.”

More about Gracie Malling:

Gracie Malling lives in the UK and has been writing BDSM erotica since she was 21. All round nice person on the outside and a bit of a bad girl in the right company, Gracie loves reading and writing stories about spanking: her favourite kink.

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#SatSpanks - Hot stories, going cheap

Just over a week until Christmas! I hope you’re having fun this festive season.

This week I have another clip from my story, Love At Last Flight. It is part of the thirteen-story anthology, 12 Naughty Days of Christmas.

This collection is available for a short time for only 99¢ - or read for free with Kindle Unlimited.

For a short time you have the chance to win a Kindle Fire and a box of swag from Blushing Books, details are here: 12 Naughty Days.

Buy link: Amazon

Background: Lauren is now Richard’s girlfriend, only she’s have trouble with his insistence that she obey his rules. He’s giving her a quick refresher:

The reminder of his power over her, in his deep, raspy voice, went straight to her crotch. She kissed him, ravenous for his body. He kissed her back, hard. His mouth moved from her lips to her throat. To her breasts. He licked each nipple. Without warning he flipped her onto her stomach. She was face down on the bed when the first smack cracked across her bottom. Neither hard nor painful, the surprise made her gasp anyway.

“This is because I love you,” Richard said. “If you are going to stay with me, you can expect to be loved a lot and spanked a lot.”

Lauren moaned at the light spanking. Then as abruptly as he started, he stopped, rolling her onto her back again. He lifted her legs, holding them behind the knee, raising her bottom off the bed.

“If you’re ever very naughty,” he said, his hand tracing circles on her stretched buttocks. “I’ll spank you in this position. Hard.”

To demonstrate how painful that would be, Richard slapped her once. Lauren yelped.

“The problem with this position is my hand may slip.” He lightly smacked the folds of her pussy.

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