Saturday, July 30, 2016

#SatSpanks - 7/30/16 - Lessons in Love - Negotiation and compromise #OfficeRomance #DD


She needed a job, he needed a personal assistant. It seemed like a match made in heaven until he laid out the rules he expected her to follow.

Reading this material at Work could get you spanked.

Welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop.  My stories are all M/f with the dominant male determined to protect the woman he cares for and loves, or grows to love, by doing whatever it takes to ensure her safety and continued health.  This includes administering a spanking when she needs one.  

My submission for this week is a selection from my sixth spanking book, Lessons in Love.


"Lessons in Love" centers around a wealthy business owner who believes in helping his executive admins using politically incorrect, H.R.unapproved, and therefore clandestine, Domestic Discipline techniques.  Since DD isn't for everyone, he does tend to go through admins rather frequently.  However, he also makes sure if they choose not to work for him because of his unorthodox management style, that they are given another suitable position in his company if they wish to stay, or a handsome severance package if they choose to leave.

In her discussion meeting with Mr. Peterson, Pam lets it slip that Krista talked to her about Peterson's previous assistant.  His lips set in a firm line, Mr. Peterson promptly calls Krista into his office. When Pam immediately leaps to her friend's defense, her boss pulls a thin paddle from his desk's top drawer. This time Krista is the one to protest as she demands to know if Pam consented to follow Peterson's program. Terrified Krista will be fired for her slip, Pam she blurts out that she'll agree to Mr. Peterson's discipline. With a nod, he sends Krista home for the rest of the day and orders Pam to stand in the corner. After a few minutes, he asks her to tell him why she's being punished. She knows why. She'd been disrespectful by cutting him off and continuing to state her case even after he cautioned her to be silent.



"Do you think I'm being cruel or unreasonable by insisting on this?"
"No, sir. Though I never expected you to use a paddle."
"Do you wish to object to the paddle?"
Surprised, she glanced at him. "Is that allowed?"
"Not always, but I will allow it this time."
"I would prefer you only use your hand, sir."
"Exception noted."
His expression was grim and resolute but not unkind as he extended a hand to her. "Perhaps it's best we get this over with. I sense this aspect still upsets you, so once you gain a better understanding of what to expect, you won't continue to be plagued by doubts over the unknown."


Pam Weston has worked in Robert Peterson's company for nearly six months as a temp when she is reassigned to the President's office.  She has caught glimpses of Mr. Peterson when she temped on the executive floor, but she never expected she'd be summoned to work for him.  Pam has a criminal record and a murky past, which has made her practically unemployable, and yet now H.R. has assigned her to work for the president of their company, and after her first day she suspects working for Mr. Peterson will be a very different experience.



Blurb:

Pam Weston didn't have many choices as far as employment went. Her prison sentence saw to that. With limited secretarial skills, and an even more limited budget, she never considered herself executive material. So, when she was ordered to report to the CEO of her company as his new personal assistant, she fully expected to be checking out the "Help Wanted" section of the paper before the day was over.

Robert Peterson knew his management style was not HR approved, but he believed in using the stick as well as the carrot. Employing the tenets of domestic discipline, he helped mold his personal assistants into confident women who recognized their own self-worth. Even so, his unorthodox methods were only one of the reasons many considered the position of his assistant to be a revolving door. To Rob's mind, Pamela Weston was perfect for his purposes, though given her past he expected convincing her would be a challenge.


Lessons in Love (click to read first chapter)


M/F, DD on the executive floor.

If you're 18 or older, you can read the first three chapters at Lessons in Love 


Buy the book directly from Blushing Books,  Amazon, or Barnes & Noble

Thanks for visiting.  I hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt and want more. Please click on one of the author's names below, or visit The Saturday Spankings Blog to continue your journey.

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Guest Post - 7/21/16 - "Dominus: God of Yule" by J. Rose Allister #RomanticFantasy #MFRWAuthor

Today, I've got J. Rose Allister over for an interview discussing her writing process along with giving us an excerpt from her new release "Dominus: God of Yule."

How long did you write before you were published?
When the fiction bug bit me back around 2001, it was no fairy tale. I didn’t plunge into a novel and come out with a book contract soon after. In fact, I never dreamed I’d be able to write a whole full-length story. I’d been so entrenched in non-fiction writing (articles and humor essays) that I had to learn how to make the switch. I read everything I could get my hands on about crafting fiction, did months of writing exercises, workshops, etc. before anything else. My earliest stories were never published, but I kept trying. I got my first acceptance in 2003 by a small magazine, then I won a story contest in 2004. By then, I had a plot idea that kept growing until I realized I had a novel on my hands. It took me two years to finish that first book, then another eight months to shop it around before a publisher picked it up. Visions, written under my first pen name, came out the following year in 2007.

So the short answer is that I spent almost two years writing fiction before seeing my first story in print, but almost six years before I held a novel in my hands.

What were the challenges you faced (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing your latest book to life?
Honestly, the biggest challenge in writing Dominus: God of Yule was that it was the first book I wrote after an unplanned two-year writing hiatus. I’d shelved another book, the last in a werewolf series, when I started battling the inexplicable (at first) writer’s block, so it was my first natural choice when I went back to writing. I wasn’t ready to do that finale justice, however, so I needed something different. Sons of Herne was nothing more than a vague series concept sitting in a slush file of random writing ideas, and when I was browsing for inspiration, I saw it and jumped. Writing about nature, honoring ritual/routine, and personal power was right where I was at, so I tasked myself with the challenge of writing a year-long novella series, releasing one book for each of the eight sabbats.
I won’t say it was a simple matter, rolling with Dominus: God of Yule after two years. The writing began slowly, awkwardly, with me only writing a few hours per week. But the tale started coming together, and much like a reader who keeps turning pages, I had to write faster in order to find out more about the characters and learn what was coming next. The writing flow kicked in again, and that book marked the official end to the “writer’s block”.

What or who inspired your main characters?
The Sons of Herne series came about as a result of thinking to myself that it would be intriguing to learn more about the pagan sabbats. For me, there is no greater avenue of learning than through writing, so creating stories based on old celebrations brought the rituals and symbolism to life. Many of the sources I sought out for research focused on goddess-centered practices, and one of the books acknowledges Brighid, goddess of the Imbolc sabbat. In the long run, however, I wanted to focus on male aspects of pagan symbolism, horns and hunters, fertility gods and reapers of harvest. So the series revolves around fictional sons of the pagan god Herne, who embodies many aspects of male deity.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?
Yes! I am both plotter and pantser, sometimes identifying more with one or the other. I went through a phase where pantsing was all I wanted to do, challenging myself by starting with a vague concept and launching into Chapter One. For the second book in my Immortal Paradise series, I announced a contest asking readers to come up with the hero’s line of work and why he goes to the island setting the series was based on. The winning entry was written into the book during NaNoWriMo. I’ll have to say, Tropical Heat was great fun, with the winner’s suggestion of a private eye coming to the paranormal island to investigate a cheating husband. Since then, however, I’ve found it much easier for me to work off a story outline, and for this I find Scrivener’s corkboard feature indispensable. I create virtual index cards, each with a quick blurb summarizing the high points of a scene and what needs to happen to move between one and the next, and I arrange them on the corkboard. This is not to say I don’t ever go off script, as sometimes a story takes a much more intriguing direction than originally planned. But I do like having a general idea of where the story is trying to go.

When do you write, morning or night?
I used to be a devout midnight oil burner for writing, sometimes pounding keys until first morning light. Nowadays, I prefer mornings. I set my alarm clock seven days per week, rising well before the rest of the household to write, edit, and do writing “biz” stuff. Although admittedly, I’ve been known to shut that alarm off a couple times per week and catch an extra half hour of zzz’s.

What are you currently reading?
I’m never only reading just one book, much like I’m typically writing multiple books at the same time. I’m notorious for reading across the spectrum, everything from Jane Austen to Stephen King to sci-fi, but the in-progress books on my Kindle all happen to be erotic romance at the moment. I’m reading Dirty Sexy Saint by Carly Phillips, Claimed by Evangeline Anderson, and the Downfall boxed set by Colleen Charles.

What inspired you to write your first book?
My first novel was inspired by a dream! I’d had this dream about a man (who may or may not have been a major celebrity heartthrob, ahem) who bumped into a strange woman and suddenly inherited her psychic powers. There was a sense of drama about it, a dream knowledge that these visions would cause trouble for his public persona, but would ultimately turn a movie star into a real-life hero. That became the basis for Visions.

How did you come up with your title?
Well, there’s the title I first came up with, and the title that ultimately became a stronger choice to convey the theme of the story. The book was initially “soft released” under the title Season of Light, the title referencing the Yule light released during the plot. When getting feedback on that soft release, it was pointed out that the Sons of Herne books are ultimately stories about gods, not the sabbats, and that the titles should reflect this. So Season of Light became Dominus: God of Yule, and the series covers were changed to showcase the strong, sexy gods who find love despite stubborn flaws, sacred duty, and outside influences.

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?
I just finished Mrs. Dumont by Alessandra Torre, which was smoking hot awesomeness. Couldn’t put it down. She’s got something like eleven books out, most are bestsellers, all within the past few years. She’s a breakout hit for contemporary erotic romance, and I can see why. Hot sex, complex characters, and plots that pile on the complications. I recommend grabbing one of her titles ASAP!

What are your current projects?
The sixth Sons of Herne book, Feillor: God of Lammas, released this month, and two more are coming to wrap up the series. Plus I’ve got a ninth planned that will become an exclusive. Aside from Sons of Herne, I’m working on another series involving hot, naughty gods! This one is a three-book urban fantasy/BDSM called Bound to Her Master. Maddie is pregnant and on the run when she stumbles into a strange realm where seductive gods practice ancient traditions of sexual dominance. Her best chance of getting by involves posing as the slave of Lord Stepanyan, a ruling class god in the midst of his own troubles. Their “arrangement” will not only threaten his rise to rulership over the high seat, but could jeopardize Maddie’s safety should the true nature of their relationship be discovered.

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
I would certainly have used the current title and cover art from the beginning! And as I’ve continued on in writing the series, seeing how the arc has unfolded, I would have loved to expand Dominus’s story into a full-length novel rather than a novella, elaborate more on the budding romance and the issues surrounding his choices and his influence on Lorayna. Who knows? This would be fun to write up and offer as bonus content.

Thanks for stopping by J. Rose. Now on to Dominus, and check out the giveaway being offered below.


Excerpt:

            Dominus thought of his last visit to Lorayna, how he had stood at her bedside, whispering ancient secrets while her hair spilled across her pillow and her round curves beckoned. His male need flared into a sharp ache at her beauty, and how he longed to plunge his fingers through that silken hair, run his tongue over every sultry dip and swell on her body. He never touched her. He could not. He had stayed overlong on that visit, for he knew the time had come—a time he both longed for and resented. The time when his visits to her, unwanted though they had begun, would be at an end. A lump in his stomach punctuated the thought.
            A figure passed by the sheer curtain drawn halfway across the front window, and his pulse quickened.
            Lorayna.
            He heard the name dance through his thoughts, and try though he might, he could not wave it away. He typically preferred not to know the names of the women whose light he released. There was little point in it, for he would not see nor know anything of the females once his mission was complete. For their part, the women would know nothing of him, either. The majority of humans were blissfully unaware that their world sat tightly against a realm of immortals and magic, nor did they care to know just how much their gods were still at work to this day, walking the woods, tending to fields and lusty lasses, and generally keeping the balance of their worlds at peace.
            Laughter rose to his ears, and he drew back instinctively behind the cover of trees. Humans would not see him while he wore the veil charm, rare few, anyway, but best not to chance it. The door to the cottage opened, and several people spilled out, happy and carefree and followed by a waft of alcohol that was apparent to his keen, supernatural senses. Then there she was, Lorayna, standing in the doorway with a wide smile that tightened Dominus’s chest. She wore a pure white sweater, oversized and yet clinging to her ripe figure, and while she chatted to her departing guests, she tucked a silken strand of dark brown hair behind one ear. Blue and silver bells tinkled on her earrings, jingling as she nodded and laughed. Her lips, painted pink and glossy, caught his eye, and he found himself staring at how they puckered and released with every syllable she spoke. Long, well-manicured nails had been painted to match.
            His cock throbbed in earnest, already impatient with the guests who were lingering far too long at the threshold for his tastes. He was eager for their time together, yearning to see his months of attention to her physical and emotional well-being come to fruition.
            One of the males leaned close to kiss Lorayna on the lips, and a swell of unpleasant heat rose in Dominus’s stomach. She was not his to own, of course, and he had no cause for jealousy. She would no doubt sleep with other men in the future, probably many others. But she had kept herself pure since May Day, because she knew deep in her subconscious that she was fated for no other until Dominus helped her birth the shining light he saw inside her even now. The sun’s energy pulsed from within, a bright, glowing force like a singular joy that was at the apex of its power. He alone would bring back that light, coaxing it from her in an explosion of climax. She would feel exquisite pleasure as she returned that energy to the universe, followed by a temporary sense of loss. She would move forward, however, unaware of her crucial role in the wheel’s turn of the coming year. 
            The overly attentive male turned to a man beside him and laid a suggestive kiss on him, complete with a sweep of the tongue while squeezing his ass. Dominus relaxed his fists. So, the male had other inclinations. Good.
            “Try not to be a stranger,” the other male said with a flourish. “Make a New Year’s resolution to come out into the world more than once a month.”
            “It’s not New Year’s yet,” she said.
            “Before you know it.”
            “I just can’t believe it’s already over,” Dominus heard Lorayna saying to the two men who were now holding hands. “I’ve felt such a holiday spirit this Yule.”
            She glanced over the man’s shoulder, looking straight at Dominus while those perfect nails raked strands of her hair smooth. “Of course. It just feels like it tonight, is all.”
            He held her gaze, fully aware that she did not truly see him. At most, perhaps, she was aware of a by now familiar presence. As her dark eyes penetrated him, however, he began to wonder. 


Blurb:

Loving Lorayna could cost him his sacred power...

It is the time of Yule, and Dominus, god of the sabbat, should never have had to spend half the year nurturing the latest light bearer himself. Now, months of visiting Lorayna, present only as a whisper, has sparked a yearning inside of him that he cannot shake.
Lorayna has felt herself drawn to the pagan path by a presence she has been unable to resist. When she discovers her “holiday spirit” is in fact a mouthwateringly sexy god, she’s ready for whatever sabbat ritual he chooses. To her disappointment, his intentions are strictly hands-off.

Giving up her light is not as easy as surrendering to his will, however. Dominus is forced to break the rules and give into his urges before the Yule power consumes her from within. The ripples of their passion will alter many sabbat unions to come—and Dominus must defy his father, Herne, to follow his desires and prove to Lorayna that she was not merely another light bearer.

About the Sons of Herne series:

The god Herne has appointed eight of his most virile, headstrong sons as keepers of the pagan holidays. To honor their sabbat, each must join with a mortal female in a ritual to maintain the balance between worlds.

The Fates have conspired to grant the gods one thing they lack--a true union of male and female that will last beyond the fleeting passion of a sabbat joining.

Herne’s sons will wrestle with the conflict between sacred duty and their own yearnings, a struggle that will not only challenge their beliefs, but may threaten the success of rituals that must be observed lest the mortal and immortal worlds collide in chaos.

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About the Author:

J. Rose Allister has penned over twenty-five novels and numerous short stories from her home in Southern California, including ten publisher bestsellers. She is a TV and movie buff, enjoys the bittersweet discord between obsessing over chocolate while striving for the benefits of a fresh, organically-influenced diet, and is a firm believer that daydreaming, people watching, and yes, chocolate are the greatest fuel for the writing imagination. That and coffee. Or coffee with chocolate stirred into it. She has more books in her to-be-read pile than she can ever hope to find time to sit and enjoy, but this never stops her from adding more.

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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

#WIPitUP - 7/20/16 - Lessons in Love - A discussion of expectations #DD #OfficeRomance


WIP: Work in progress.  WIP it up Wednesday is a hop where writers share portions of the project they're working on with readers.  I really like the idea because it allows me to share something that's still in the creative stage as well as work behind the scenes as a prompt to keep me writing.

So, I want to continue sharing my newest published spanking romance novel "Lessons in Love" with you.



"Lessons in Love" centers around a wealthy business owner who believes in helping his executive admins using politically incorrect, H.R.unapproved, and therefore clandestine, Domestic Discipline techniques.  Since DD isn't for everyone, he does tend to go through admins rather frequently.  However, he also makes sure if they choose not to work for him because of his unorthodox management style, that they are given another suitable position in his company if they wish to stay, or a handsome severance package if they choose to leave.

Pam Weston has worked in Robert Peterson's company for nearly six months as a temp when she is reassigned to the President's office.  She has caught glimpses of Mr. Peterson when she temped on the executive floor, but she never expected she'd be summoned to work for him.  Pam has a criminal record and a murky past, which has made her practically unemployable, and yet now H.R. has assigned her to work for the president of their company, and after her first day she suspects working for Mr. Peterson will be a very different experience.



This excerpt follows on directly after my last WIP excerpt for Lessons in Love. Mr. Peterson has ordered Pam to block off the morning on his calendar so they could have a "discussion" about his expectations for her as his assistant. Pam is understandably nervous to have his intentions spelled out in black and white, but she does her best to appear calm and collected until she realizes this "discussion" will take much longer than she expected.


He fixed himself a dish of granola mixed with yogurt. "No. Your job is to assist me. Not serve me. Take a seat at the table, and we'll begin. I ordered lunch to be served at eleven thirty."
Her stomach lurched. "You think we'll be here that long?"
He regarded her as he selected the chair on her left. "Why? Does the possibility worry you?"
She shrugged. "I just didn't think you would…. I mean, I assumed everything was rather cut and dried. You'd tell me what you expected, and I would either agree, or not."
He leaned back. "This is a partnership, Pam. I'm not here to lay out a bunch of rules and say either you obey me or walk. I will tell you what I hope to gain from our association, and how I intend to achieve it, but this is a discussion. And, as such I will expect your input."
"Oh."
"Eat your cereal while I tell you a little about my philosophy. As you listen, I want you to think about what worries you the most. What has your stomach so twisted into knots this morning, you had to hide out in the ladies' room? You were at ease with me last night, but today you are so brittle I'm afraid you'll break if I touch you."
"You were different last night, too," she admitted, although she wasn't sure that was true. He'd been relaxed enough to tease her, and he hadn't been so formally dressed, but he wasn't treating her any differently. Not really.
He reached for her hand and gave her fingers a light squeeze. "How so?"
"Well, for one, you weren't in a suit."


When Pam Weston was ordered to report to the CEO of Peterson Enterprises she had no idea her new boss had hired her specifically as his next pet project, so she took the assignment suspecting he would fire her before the end of the day. Recognizing a prison record rendered her unemployable by most companies, she worked hard and kept a low profile. Except, working as an executive assistant for the CEO was about as "high profile" as any job could get. And working for Robert Peterson in particular would present Pam with challenges she never expected.




Lessons in Love (click to read first chapter)


M/F, DD on the executive floor.

If you're 18 or older, you can read the first three chapters at Lessons in Love 


Buy the book directly from Blushing Books,  Amazon, or Barnes & Noble

Hope you enjoyed the excerpt.  Thanks for visiting.  Now go visit the other authors and see what they're sharing by either clicking one of the links below, or visiting WIP it up Wednesday.

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Guest Post - 7/19/16 - Human Surrender - an anthology with Renee Rose #Erotic #SciFiRomance

Fierce alien warriors don't ask.
They take, they claim, and they conquer - even when the object of their desires is a trembling human female.

Human Surrender contains five *all-new* dark sci-fi alien romance novellas, brought to you by USA Today and international bestselling authors of BDSM and spanking romance. Featured novellas:
Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara
Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley
His Human Slave by Renee Rose
Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane
Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon

Publisher’s Note: The books included in this naughty collection are MF and MFM pairings. Though the stories are dark, all have happy endings. **Over 175,000 words of dark romance ~ complete stories with no cliffhangers**



Excerpt:

His Human Slave by Renee Rose
He spun the cage back so she faced him once more. “Open cage,” he commanded, and the voice-activated lock clicked. To her, he said, “Come out.”
She didn’t move.
His tone went sharp. “Do not anger me a second time, Lamira.”
Well, apparently he’d already cowed her completely because his words went straight to her chest, creating a sudden tightening and sending her instantly into motion. She hated how easily he’d mastered her. One stupid spanking and she rushed to please him.
She sniffed back the tears and attempted to push up to her hands and knees—no easy feat with her wrists and ankles bound.
“Release wrist cuffs. Release ankle cuffs,” he commanded. They sprang apart but not off.
She backed out of the cage, toward the door, not sure how she would get out until his large hands grasped her waist and lifted her easily to the floor.
Where to look... Certainly not at the prince—her master—although his presence was more than commanding. He stood almost seven feet tall with thick, corded muscles across his chest and arms.
Moisture gathered between her legs.
He looked more warrior than prince. No, he was all king. A warrior king. Earlier, she’d stared at him boldly. Now she kept her eyes lowered, trained at his bare feet. They were no different from hers, except larger and with the brown-purple skin tone of the Zandians. She glanced at her own toes. They were cleaner than they’d ever been before. Even her toenails had been buffed to a glossy shine. How long had she been out?
The prince cupped her chin and lifted her face. His touch was gentler than she expected. She still couldn’t meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at his thick neck and the part of his bare chest visible beneath his loose, finely woven white shirt. Her fingers itched to touch his skin, to find out if it was as smooth as it appeared. What a strange idea. She’d never thought about touching a male in her life. In fact, she’d avoided males as best she could. This one had her completely discombobulated.
Was his chest hairless? Did he have hair anywhere other than his head? Zander, Daneth, and the guards she’d seen outside all wore their hair shorn close to their skulls. Perhaps their horns got too hot otherwise.
When she’d first seen Daneth, she’d thought the horns ugly, but Zander’s suited him, somehow making him even more handsome.
He leaned forward and opened his mouth. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her fast, his gleaming teeth aimed straight for her cheek. For a moment, she thought he planned to bite her face, but his tongue flicked out, and he licked one of her tears. She caught his scent, a clean, masculine aroma with a slightly exotic spice.
Her nipples tightened; her pussy pulsed. No—she definitely was not thinking about licking him back to see how he tasted.


Blurb:

His Human Slave by Renee Rose


Collared and caged, his human slave awaits her training.

Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.

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Renee Rose

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western and Sci-fi categories and is a contributor to Write Sex Right and Romance Beat. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams. Grab free books from Renee by signing up for her newsletter.
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Saturday, July 16, 2016

#SatSpanks - 7/16/16 - A Dom's Dilemma - Getting to the truth #BDSM #Spanking


She needed his protection, except he insisted on her honest submission first.

Reading this material at Work could get you spanked.

Welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop.  My stories are all M/f with the dominant male determined to protect the woman he cares for and loves, or grows to love, by doing whatever it takes to ensure her safety and continued health.  This includes administering a spanking when she needs one.  

My submission for this week is from my first BDSM novel, A Dom's Dilemma, published by Blushing Books.  I'm picking up exactly where we left off the last time, back in February.


In this scene, Jim, a former Texan who works as a police detective by day and lives and plays as a Dom by night, is in the Velvet Chains BDSM medical station working with his new submissive, Kelly Franklin.  When Kelly balks, Jim suspects fear, rather than brattiness, is responsible for her reaction.  After giving her repeated opportunities to tell him what's bothering her, he decides to continue with his original agenda.  However, when Kelly discovers he intends to give her an enema, her fear increases exponentially, which validates his suspicions, but doesn't address Kelly's lack of trust or stubborn refusal to obey.  So, after reminding his reluctaont sub what BDSM is about, Jim gives her an ultimatum.  Say her safe word or submit to his will.  Kelly agrees to do what he wants, despite the persistent inner voice urging her to run away.  Though Jim is not out to humiliate or punish Kelly, her previous experience with medical BDSM was both embarrassing and painful. When she tells him this, he uses extra care and patience with her to coax her through the process, while remaining firm and resolute in his purpose. Her obedience is not optional, but afterward, he only wants to comfort and reassure her, but Kelly doesn't want to rest, so Jim decides to ask the question that has been bothering him for most of the evening.

  
            "So, if you don't wanna rest, how 'bout we talk for a bit?"
            "All right."
            "You ready to tell me who hurt you so badly in your back entrance?"
            Oh God, he would have to ask about that.  "Can we postpone that discussion until later, Sir?"
            "We can.  However, I need to say that I'm not at all pleased you lied to me, Kelly.  Normally, that would earn you a ten swatter minimum, bare butt over my knee."
            She glanced at his set features, then asked, "How did you know I was hurt?"
            "I saw some evidence of rough play when I examined you, but you just confirmed it yourself now, darlin'."
            Groaning at her own foolishness, she closed her eyes.


Kelly has a past she's not willing to share with anyone, and enemas are a hard limit for her. Unfortunately, she adamantly refuses to say why, so Jim considers the procedure a necessity to ensure his new sub isn't concealing something that could make anal play dangerous for her. Though Jim's been trained and knows what to look for, withholding valuable information from a Dom is never a wise course of action for a sub to take. Another lesson Jim wants to press home.

M/F, Kinky happenings in rural Connecticut.

If you're 18 or older, you can read the first three chapters at A Dom's Dilemma 

Buy the book directly from Blushing BooksAmazonARE

Thanks for visiting.  I hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt and want more. Please click on one of the author's names below, or visit The Saturday Spankings Blog to continue your journey.