Friday, August 18, 2017

Guest Post - 8/18/17 - Her Rogue Viking by Ashe Barker - #Vikingromance, #spanking


Ashe Barker is here to talk about her Viking erotic romance "Her Rogue Viking." But before we start, she gave some information about herself and her writing that I thought I'd share here.

I have always been fascinated by Vikings. Strong, sexy warriors, ruthless, dominant and determined – what’s not to like? It was only a matter of time before I wove a story around these fierce raiders who rampaged through Scotland and England for over three centuries, eventually settling and leaving their indelible mark on our history.

A Viking raid was indeed a ferocious affair. They relied on what would nowadays probably be termed ‘shock and awe’ swooping in from the sea on their fast dragon ships to attack with vicious and deadly effect. The Nordic raiders would be gone almost as swiftly as they arrived, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. The modern equivalent would be a helicopter attack on a sleepy rural village by SWAT teams armed with automatic weapons– the local people would hardly know what hit them.

I have employed a certain amount of poetic license, but I was determined to recreate the Viking era to the best of my ability – their homes, their clothing, what they ate, how they lived. I hope readers will be as entranced as I am by these creative and charismatic raiders, and perhaps forgive them their more outrageous little foibles.

Now, on to the rogue...


Ulfric resumed his sensual journey between her clenching buttocks, pausing when he reached the tight rosette of her rear hole. He circled that with one fingertip as she gasped and buried her face in the front of his woollen tunic.
“Am I hurting you?”
She shook her head quickly, though he had no illusions regarding her opinion of such intimacies. He resumed his lazy play, pressing gently on that pursed ring of muscle until she pleaded with him to stop.
“Sir? Ulfric? I have never… please, not there.”
“No, of course not there, not this time. But soon…”
He moved on, now slipping his fingers lower to explore between her soft folds. Her soft and very moist folds.
Yes! He had known it. The Celtic wench might well be embarrassed and apprehensive, her mind recoiling in aghast horror at his bold and intrusive touch but her body was eager enough. She even parted her thighs for him, perhaps not realising what she was doing.
Still reaching around her, Ulfric spread her lower lips from behind and slid his fingers along the length of her slit. He stroked gently, back and forth, smearing the copious moisture on his fingers, then bringing it back to her puckered anus. This time when he pressed, the tip of his finger entered her. She squeaked, and he withdrew. It was enough.
He reached around and beneath her with his other hand, this time seeking her most sensitive little bud. He found it, already swelling and deliciously plump, and started to draw his fingers back and forth across the very tip. His touch was slow, lazy almost, but he knew exactly where to concentrate the sensation for the most devastating effect. This was her first time, he was sure of it. He would make sure she did not forget what he could do to her if he chose. If she earned it.
Fiona groaned, writhing against his hand. He did not believe she was even aware of her actions as he built the pressure, his unerring caress drawing out a response he was quite certain she had no idea might be lurking.
“Ulfric, what is happening? What are you doing?”
“Am I hurting you?”
“I do not know,” she answered, her tone one of pure dejection. “It feels… strange.”
“Is it unpleasant?”
“No,” she conceded miserably.
“And do you wish me to stop?” He had no intention of doing so, but was interested in her answer even so.
She did not offer a response at once, but wriggled her hips as she sought to angle her clit for better access, more friction. Ulfric rolled the sensitive nubbin between his finger and thumb before he repeated his question.
“Fiona, do you wish me to stop?” He squeezed softly.
“Oh, sweet Lord…”
“Fiona?” Another squeeze, firmer now.
“No. No, do not stop…” The words were wrung from her, a desperate, anguished moan as her first climax coiled and unfurled deep within her. She grasped his tunic with her still-bound hands and hung on to him as though afraid he might even now slip away.
“Do not fight me, little one.”
“I… I am not. I want… I need…”
“Let it go.” He rubbed her clit harder now, and using his spare hand slipped the tip of his finger back into her rear hole.
“Oh! Oh, I cannot… Ulfric, please…”
“Let it happen,” he repeated. “Let me have your release. Now.”
He was rewarded by her long, drawn-out moan of ecstasy as her body contracted and convulsed. He was tempted to sink his finger deeper into her arse, but resisted. He wanted her to be aware of every inch he would drive inside her tight channel when he finally took her, so for now he concentrated on drawing out her quivering response with his deft fingers playing her engorged clit.
At last she was still, silent again, and lying limp in his arms. He withdrew his finger from her arse and released her clit, then bent his head to kiss the top of her head.
“Any more bruises, little Celt?”


Though Fiona puts up a brave fight when her village is raided by Vikings, she ends up being carried off over the broad shoulders of Ulfric Freysson, the leader of the Norsemen. The stern, ruggedly handsome warrior quickly makes it clear that she belongs to him now, and her best efforts to escape merely earn Fiona a painful, humiliating switching on her bare bottom.

Her captor’s bold dominance sets Fiona’s passion ablaze, and when he brings her to his bed she cannot help begging for him to claim her completely. As Ulfric begins training her to please him in any way he demands, Fiona finds herself falling in love with her new master, but she soon realizes that there are those among his people who still see her as an enemy. When her life is threatened by a member of his own family, will he stand ready to protect her no matter the cost?

Publisher’s Note: Her Rogue Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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About the Author:

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Bront√ę moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 
At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
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Wednesday, August 16, 2017

WIPitUP - 8/16/17 - Learning to be Little: Kelly's Story - A different dining experience #BDSM #Ageplay

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.

The WIP I've chosen to share today is tentatively titled "Learning to be Little: Kelly's Story."  It is a story about Kelly Franklin's first immersion into BDSM with a Daddy Dom. It begins in the present directly after "A Dom's Dilemma" then slips into her past before returning to the present again. It's my first attempt at an age play story, but I hope it will provide a lot more insight into Kelly's character. Though the manuscript has been accepted by Blushing Books, until it's published, I still consider it a WIP.

The mock cover I used for Camp NaNo
I'm continuing where I left off last time. As an only child born to two only children, a young and precocious Kelly Franklin seeks out her Daddy whenever something frightens her. Unfortunately, her Daddy isn't available to soothe her and two strange men were hurting her mother. Scared, Kelly remains as quiet as a mouse in her parent's closet until the police pull her out. Twelve years later, Kelly still suffers nightmares from that time and finds herself walking the streets. When she is approached by a "gentlemanly stranger", who invites her to dinner, Kelly accompanies her new "customer" into a fancy restaurant with well-founded suspicion and a bit of an attitude that could earn her a swat if she isn't careful.

"If you were going to dictate what I drink, why did you bother to ask me what I wanted?"
"Don't be impertinent, child. Give the waiter your selection."
Kelly glanced up at the man who reminded her a bit of a penguin. "Water, please."
"Very good, miss. And you, sir?"
"Just black coffee for me, Andrew."
The waiter gave a polite nod. "Very good, sir."
Once the penguin had waddled away, White leaned across the table toward Kelly. "Overall, I'd say you did very well. I'm proud of you."
Kelly blinked as a flush of uncertain pleasure heated her cheeks. Unsure what to do next, she pulled the square of white linen folded beneath the gleaming silverware and moved to place it on her lap.
"No. I'd prefer you wear your napkin under your chin. Allow me?" Not waiting for her answer, he rose to tie the cloth into a bib around her neck.
Fingering the delicately patterned, snowy-white material, she frowned at him. "Why?"
He returned to his seat. "To catch any spills you might make. If we are to get along, I'll expect you to do as I ask without discussion or delay. I do not care to have my requests questioned."
Giving him a frown, she scooted her chair closer to the table. Though Kelly thought her benefactor might be a little odd, odd was better than cruel any day as far as she was concerned.
When her dinner arrived, Mr. White removed her plate from the waiter's hands, sliced her meat into small, bite-size pieces, as he would for a child, then placed the cut-up food before her. "There you go. You may eat, now, if you wish."
Yup, the guy was certifiable, but Kelly was too hungry to protest, so she picked up her fork, closed her eyes to relish the moment, and used all her will power to keep from shoveling everything into her mouth at once. The roasted turkey and creamy mashed potatoes were the best things she'd eaten in a long while.  Though she truly wished she could savor the meal, she was so hungry she gobbled down everything she'd been served. As she ate, Mr. White plied her with questions, wanting to know if she had a family or friends, where she grew up, where she went to school, etc. She answered them, but, when she asked him a question in turn, he sidestepped it by asking her something else.

Graham White is definitely "auditioning" Kelly to see if she's a likely candidate for him to bring home.

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.

#MFRWHooks - 8/16/17 - Lessons in Love - Pam's choices get drastically reduced #Discipline #OfficeRomance

She needed a job, he needed a personal assistant. What could go wrong?

Welcome back to Book Hooks, a regular Wednesday feature! In this blog loop, we hope to provide you with some tantalizing tidbits in our books.

My submission for this week's Book Hooks is from my 8th novel, Lessons in Love.

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 to agree to his program would be a challenge.

In this scene, which occurs in chapter eight, Robert Peterson is treating his new executive assistant, Pam Weston, to dinner at his exclusive club where he escorts her to a private dining room so she can ask her questions. However, when Pam refuses to sit down, Rob stands. The moment he does, Pam sits and picks up her menu saying she's not sure what she's going order. Rob steps over and asks her to take his hand. When she finally obeys, he holds her close and assures her she's safe. Then taking her over to the couch, he pulls her down on his lap and continues with his agenda by asking Pam how many rules she thought she'd broken that day. Their discussion is interrupted with a knock at the door.

A young liveried waiter entered, so Pam promptly attempted to rise, but Robert's arm across her thighs prevented her from moving. "No. I want you to stay exactly where you are."
He put a finger to her lips. "All I want from you is silence. No protests, no complaints, no excuses. Just rest against me and be quiet, and you may consider that an order."
With a sigh, Pam did as he commanded, while he ordered dinner for them. Because she complained of a finicky stomach, she was getting broiled chicken and rice and he requested sole Florentine for himself, along with a crisp Chablis to go with their meal. The only thing he asked her was what type of dressing she preferred on her salad."
"Ranch?" she asked, uncertain if it was on the list, since she'd been too preoccupied with the man who held her so effortlessly she felt more powerless than a little girl, to register the waiter's selections.
"Very good, sir," the waiter, promptly replied. "It should be about twenty minutes, if that meets your needs."
"That will be fine, Walter. Thank you."
Walter bowed and walked out.
"Now, where were we? Ah, yes, the number of times you chose to disobey me today."
"I didn't choose to do it."
"I disagree. Each time you disobeyed me, you made a conscious decision to do so. I consider that willful disobedience, which I view as much more serious."
Pam crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. She would not participate willingly, and she would give him a fight if he attempted to discipline her here. His eyebrow rose in challenge, but he was prevented from saying more when his phone rang.

Rob knows Pam is nervous, and took her to his club so she could ask him questions with far more privacy than a restaurant would offer. Unfortunately, the ambiance of his club is making her very uncomfortable as is the man himself.

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

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Blushing Books caters specially to those who love spanking stories in all genres.  So, if you enjoy stories with characters who have their bottoms warmed on occasion, for a variety of different reasons, I urge you to pay them a visit. Blushing Books.

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Saturday, August 12, 2017

#SatSpanks - 8/12/17 - A Dom's Dilemma - Jim puts a question to Kelly #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 October of 2016, and since I haven't been publishing posts for a while, I'm taking some liberty in the sentence count with the length of this excerpt.

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 when he asks her if she would like to continue seeing him, she is surprised, elated and a tiny bit uncertain.

            Kelly stared up into his dark, unsmiling visage. "Are you thinking you'd like to master me long-term then, Sir?"
            "Yeah, I would. Very much. What about you, Kelly? Do you want me as your sometimes Master/sometimes Dom, teacher, guide and lover?"
            The gamut of emotions she experienced brought a tear of relief trickling down Kelly's cheek. "Yes, Sir. I would like that very much as well. All of it, Sir."
            "I'm pleased to hear that, darlin'. However, the lovin' part is gonna have to wait for another night. As much as I long to be inside you right now, Kelly girl, hearin' your sexy moans as I give you pleasure, and teachin' you what I like in return, I ain't gonna do it, even if you think you're ready. If you're good, I may lay you down and give you one more itty bitty orgasm before we leave here, but that's gonna be it."

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, but even he realizes it's too soon to insist Kelly tell him all her secrets.

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 

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Friday, August 11, 2017

Guest Post - 8/11/17 - Her Barbarian Master by Maggie Carpenter #Gothic #EroticRomance

Maggie Carpenter is here today to share an excerpt from her Ancient World erotic romance "Her Barbarian Master: Forbidden Love," the second book in her Alpha Male Master series.


He stopped, and craning her neck she was able to see him pushing open a tall dark wooden door. He didnt have to bend down to pass through it, and the room they entered was far grander than any shed ever imagined. The furniture was made from rough wood, but the room was expansive and boasted a huge bed covered in fur, a wide table with several seats, and a fireplace with furry pelts covering the floor directly in front of it. She was expecting him to sit down and bend her over his lap, and she nervously waited, but he continued to move around the room carrying her over his shoulder, apparently searching for something.
Can you please put me down?
She had used her soft, pleading voice, the one that had worked surprisingly well with Bastian, and was always effective with her parents.
I have yet to punish you.
I dont understand.
Hush, you will, ah, there it is.
He leaned slightly forward, and though her vantage point didnt allow her to see what he was picking up, a moment later a hard piece of wood was laying against the full width of her bottom.
What you feel is my punishment paddle. It is what I use to discipline my women, and now it will discipline you. I would advise you not to put your hands behind you. Usually I tie the wrists before putting a woman over my shoulder, but perhaps it is good youre not bound. You will learn to obey.
If you do not do as I tell you, and try to use your hands to cover your backside, the paddle will hit your knuckles. Nothing stops me from swatting once I begin.
But, uh, how long will you?
Three turns, beginning now.
Serenity had no idea what hed meant by three turns, and she didnt have time to ask. The paddle abruptly landed with its hot sting, and letting out a loud yelp, it took all her fortitude not to throw her arms behind her and grab her seat. As he stepped forward he spanked her again, and she urgently clutched his shirt. The paddle struck once more, and this time she squirmed in his hold.
OWWW, please, stop, it hurts.
He didnt respond, but continued his slow walk, swinging the paddle with each stride. The rhythm was steady, and though the predictability helped, it did nothing to mitigate the searing heat permeating her backside. Squeezing her eyes shut, she cried loudly with every swat, until at last he stopped.
That was one turn,he declared. Youll have a moment then I shall resume.
Opening her eyes, she looked around and discovered hed stopped where hed started; a turn was a circle of his room.
Two more? No, please, no. I cant bear it.
You must. You have no choice, but the second turn I will be using my hand.
He moved the few steps to the table and set down the paddle, and though she felt a shred of relief, it was short-lived. To her horror he began sliding up her dress.
NO! Do not bare me, please, no, sir, no.
Sir? The wench is learning, but when I punish, you must call me Master.
Master, please dont expose me.
Had you not been so rude and difficult, I wouldnt. You deserve it.


Serenity has just crossed a line. In an attempt to defend her best friend, the free-spirited, flaxen-haired young woman has challenged the leader of the Bathus, a clan of barbarians that live in a castle ruin above her tiny village.

The leader's son, Killian, decides to chastise her with a sound spanking, and throwing her over his shoulder he carries her away to be punished. Serenity, however, is made of tough stuff. Even with a stinging backside she is unafraid, and yelling her fury she storms off, leaving him stunned and in disbelief.

But when the anger fades, she can't stop thinking about him.

A short time later a rival clan attacks and they are thrown together. Their smoldering chemistry flames, but in the heat of their blazing passion they uncover a diabolical plot that threatens their lives, and the future of the entire clan.

"Storytelling at its best!" The love story is amazing, dangerous, and full of ups and downs. The humor is laugh out loud funny.  A sizzling romance full of danger, sprinkled with humor, and an action-packed plot that will keep you guessing.

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About the Author:

Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.
Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (, a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, ( contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who  bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.
Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.
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