Sunday, June 29, 2014

#SPeekSunday - 6/29/14 - A Dom's Dilemma - Jim asks for Kelly's trust #BDSM #Spanking

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He demanded her obedience, but what she wanted was his love.

It's Sneak Peek Sunday again and that means I get to share another 6 paragraphs from one of my books.  Yay!

My submission for this week is from my 4th book, A Dom's Dilemma, a BDSM/spanking novel that is sometimes playful, sometimes serious and sometimes terrifying, published by Blushing Books.  Kelly and Jim, the two main characters, were secondary characters in Arrested by Love.  Though this story stands on its own, if you read Arrested by Love, you'll most likely recognize some of the scenes, since we see a little bit of Kyle and Tiffany in this book, too.

In this excerpt, near the end of Chapter Five, Jim Evans and Kelly Franklin are together at "The Velvet Chains," a BDSM club where they met that evening.  Kelly is receiving some aftercare after a session of intensive medical play she did with Jim that seemed a lot more real than play.  Aftercare is an important part of the BDSM experience.  Both the Dom and the sub seek reassurance from the other.  Jim enjoys holding Kelly, and she likes being in his arms, so this is a quiet period of reflection and getting to know each other. Problem is, when Jim asks Kelly a question she really doesn't want to answer, her evasion serves as an admission she's lied to him.

Normally, a Dom would punish a sub for that infraction, but Jim has told Kelly he'll give her a onetime pass. Before they do anything else, however, he suggests they get to know each other a little better.  He begins by asking her some pertinent questions.  Kelly tells him her parents were killed in a 'break-in gone bad,.' and admits she was often chastised by the nuns.  However, when Jim asks what Kelly did once she left the orphanage, rather than answer she turns the tables by asking him how he learned so much about giving medical examinations.  He answers by telling her a fellow Dom, who was a physician, trained him.

            "He was a great teacher.  Showin' me if I missed somethin', or explainin' if I wasn't sure what I was lookin' at.  And sad as it is, many subs are abused by the men they trust.  However, Doc Mark had an uncanny ability to spot a girl in need of help and attention.  When he explained what he wanted to do, and why, a lot of 'em would balk out of fear.  Seems I sorta had a knack for gettin' the ladies to unfurl and display, even when they didn't want to.  Doc Mark said it was a gift, as most girls aren't into havin' amateurs messin' around with their plumbin'.
            "Since then, I've given every sub I considered playin' with on an ongoing basis, a physical exam.  Partly to make sure she wasn't hidin' anythin', and partly to see how well she obeyed while I did things she wasn't gonna like.  It's quite an ice breaker, wouldn't you say?"
            Kelly snorted in reply.  "I'd say it's much more than that, Sir.  Although I can see what you mean about trust building."
            "So, you think you can trust me now, Kelly girl?"
            After gazing at him for a moment, she risked running a hand through his hair to push his bangs back.  The shiny strands glided over her fingers like finely spun silk, then returned to their original position, as smooth and stubborn as their master.  She smiled, lightly blushing when he smiled in return, still waiting patiently for an answer to his question.  Her blush deepened.  "Yes, Sir.  You treated me with consideration and respect.  And even though you restrained me, you didn't try once to humiliate or hurt me."
            "I'm glad you think so, darlin'," he replied, his humor over her distraction evident in his voice.

Kelly knows she makes a lousy sub.  She has a temper and a mouth that constantly get her into trouble, but she sees something in Jim that makes her want more of the type of mastering only he could give her.

M/F, Kinky happenings in rural Connecticut.

A Dom's Dilemma is available for sale at Blushing Books in a variety of formats.  If you'd like to read more, I've provided a 3 chapter preview on my web site's Spanking Romance page.

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Saturday, June 28, 2014

#SatSpanks - 6/28/14 - Mortal Illusions - For immortals, the stakes are different #Vampires #ParanormalRomance

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Note: Sci and Saturday Spankers, this longer excerpt for Sat Spanks is from my first vampire novel, Mortal Illusions
My Sci Spank excerpt is from its sequel

Show me an angry vampire, and I'll show you an unhappy mortal.

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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 1st book, Mortal Illusions. A vampire romance published by New Concepts Publishing, Mortal Illusions is currently the first in a series of 3 books.  Its sequel, Fatal Desire, is currently under production.

When Claire Daniels discovers Germaine St. Justine is a vampire, she sets a plan in motion to convince him to cure her brother of AIDS.  Though an innocent in sexual relations, Claire is savvy enough to realize the best way to secure Germaine's support is to enter into an intimate relationship with him.  However, having a vampire take you to bed isn't quite the same as sleeping with the boy next door.  There are complications. And Germaine is dominant enough to add a few more Claire hadn't expected.

In this segment, Claire has sought Germaine out at his private night club for the first time, only to discover his club offers much more than drinks for those with and without fangs.  The day room at Illusions is equipped to administer punishments as well.  While Claire is trying to reconcile with Germaine, one of his vampires enters the club with his mate in tow and demands permission to publicly chastise her.  What no one expects, however, is for Germaine not only to agree, but call for a supporting vote from his council. When the group unanimously agrees to the punishment, Claire doesn't think, she reacts by picking up a stool and striking the punishing vampire.  Phillip, who is unfazed by Claire's attack, demands she be punished for interfering with his council-sanctioned punishment.

When Germaine agrees Phillip's grievance is valid, he informs the room that he will carry out Claire's punishment himself.  Amazingly, the council protests, forcing Germaine into an open challenge with Phillip.  A sword duel to first blood.  Phillipa and Claire are seated on the sidelines to watch when Phillipa admits that she suspected Germaine had caught on to her and Phillip's plan.  Informed that Germaine's threat to have Phillipa whipped was little more than a ruse, and his demand for full supremacy over her is considered an honor, Claire is a bit dumbfounded and skeptical.  But most of all, she's starting to get pissed.

            Claire was beginning to think she'd be old and gray before she ever spoke to the tawny-eyed vampire again. “Are you saying that St. Justine is fighting for the right to beat me if he wishes?”
            “I hadn't thought of it quite that way, but yes, I guess he is.”
            “Any chance he could be seriously injured tonight?”
            “Not Germaine. He's an expert swordsman. Much better than Phillip.”
            Claire rose. “Too bad. I'd like to see him bleeding from a major artery right now.” She took a step away from her seat when Marcus grabbed her arm to stop her.
            “I cannot let you leave, Ms. Daniels. Please sit down.”
            “Just how will you stop me, Gladiator? Tie me down with the chains you keep stored next to that whip?”
            A faint smile crossed his lips. “I could, but I won't.”
            “I wish to leave, now.  So unless you mean to physically restrain me, I suggest you get out of my way.”
            He lowered his arm and stepped to one side.  “Far be it from me to hinder you, Ms. Daniels.  But then, I'm not the one who wishes you kept here.”
            “Let him do his worst,” Claire remarked tightly, but when she started across the room, Marcus let out a shrill whistle of warning.  Germaine turned, and Phillip, unable to check his thrust in time, struck him.
            Germaine reacted instantly and instinctively, lifting the tip of his blade to Phillip's throat.  Phillip raised his hands and dropped his sword, his surrender pronouncing Germaine the winner.
            “Sorry, old friend,” Germaine murmured in a near whisper.  “But this was one battle I couldn't afford to lose.”
            Then moving with preternatural speed, Germaine stood before Claire, blocking her exit.  “Just where do you think you're going?” he challenged with a slight rise to one brow.
            Although his ability to seemingly vanish and re-materialize across a large-sized room in the space of a second still caused Claire to jump, her anger held fast.  “Home.  Away.  To any place that doesn't cater to men who cross swords over the privilege of beating women.”
            “Would you prefer I concede that privilege to someone else?”
            Furious, she tried to push past him, but found herself trapped in his arms.  Knowing that fighting was useless, she accepted his restraint with ill-disguised rancor.  “In case it has escaped your notice, St. Justine, this is the twentieth century.  In it men and women are equal, and they don't go about striking one another with indemnity from assault charges.”
            “I see.  Then, I suppose I could bring such a charge against you for throwing your entire library at me, book by book.”
            Claire closed her eyes, feeling herself weaken despite her ire.  “It wasn't my entire library, and there is such a thing as justifiable homicide, which I am confident any sane jury would allow in my case, even though I didn't succeed.  But yes, you could bring charges against me--although you'd most likely be laughed out of court.”
            “My point exactly.  Courts tend to disregard things that fall outside their judicial realm, which is precisely why we don't have courts in our society, Claire.  Our society is unlike yours in that each order is its own principality with its own set of rules despite the fact we all face the same challenge--how to survive without being exposed for what we really are.  Because of the diversity in our backgrounds and culture, we meet those challenges with differing philosophies.  Some rule their groups like dictatorships, others offer no real leadership at all.  I rule by council vote.
            “My challenge was not only over the right to govern our relationship as I see fit, but the right to decide your fate should such a decision prove necessary.  In other words, I do not require council approval over anything that concerns you, not even your life.”
            “It wasn't my life that was in jeopardy a few minutes ago, it was my pride,” she reminded him bitterly
            “And that wasn't in real jeopardy, either.  You should know me well-enough by now to realize I would never pursue any action with or against you without your prior approval.”
            “So I've discovered,” she muttered, her resentment deepening.
            “Speaking of discovering things,” he segued neatly, leading her back to the bar, “how was your breakfast with Harry?”
            She whirled and glared at him.  “Then you admit that you played back my personal phone messages without my consent?”
            “I admit to nothing of the kind,” he insisted, handing her another glass of white wine before taking a sip from his own drink.  “That answering machine of yours is in dire need of a major overhaul.  When I awoke to find your note instead of you, I wasn't pleased.  Actually, I was a little perturbed, but I was also hungry.  While trudging into your kitchen I heard your machine making the most horrendous whining sound.  It had reached the end of its tape and wouldn't turn off.  I pressed the stop button and it immediately rewound and started to play on its own.  I am not the sort to read people's mail or eavesdrop on conversations, but I'm not a saint either.
            “When I heard Harry demand to know who your lover was, I have to admit my curiosity was piqued as to your response.  I wouldn't have been nearly as upset had you awakened me to tell me what had happened, but you even lied in your note.”
            “Would you have let me go by myself to meet Harry if I'd told you the truth?”
            “Probably not,” he admitted unabashedly.
            “Then the only thing the truth would have gained me was a quarrel.  I had to meet Harry alone, Germaine.  I owed him that much, if nothing else.”
            He bent his head forward slightly. “Will you at least tell me what he said?” he inquired, flexing his injured arm.
            The movement drew Claire's attention to the gaping slash edged with crimson, like a large wine-smeared kiss, staining his upper shirtsleeve. “You've lost blood. Isn't that dangerous?”
            “It could be, but my present distress isn't physical in nature. What did Harry say, Claire?”
            She turned away as worry, frustration and anger battled inside her. He'd endangered himself, and for what? The privilege to punish her privately? “You're right. I don't agree with your rules and restrictions, Germaine. And I don't like them. They are pointless, cruel and demeaning games.”
“They aren't games, Claire,” he insisted with growing impatience. “They're law enforcement. How do you think your world would be without laws and people to enforce them?”
            “That's different!”
            “Is it? When you deal with immortality, the stakes may be different, but individual needs remain essentially the same. Food, shelter, clothing--even love. The issues that separated us when we were mortal do not magically disappear during transformation, and no society can prosper without enforceable guidelines. At last count, I believe there are over two hundred and fifty brotherhoods across the globe and seventy-five sisterhoods. Each with their own form of leadership and rules. Compared to some orders, our code is considered quite lenient. I do not endorse capital punishment, dismemberment, or premature burial, for infractions--yet others do.”
            “No, instead you endorse flogging those who disobey your laws.”
            His eyes narrowed slightly as if her accusation had chafed his pride. “I don't, actually. But I do believe in upholding order.”
            “Even for yourself?”
            “I'm no exception. The rules apply to me as well.”
            “Have you ever sentenced yourself bound to that platform while others whipped you?”
            “No, nor have I ever ordered anyone else placed there, either. It wasn't I who requested Phillipa be punished. I merely honored the request.”
            “I don't care whose idea it was, I would never forgive you if you placed me in that position.”
            “By fighting for you, I have assured that will never happen. Our private disputes will remain private even if they turn public. No one will ever interfere in what you and I choose to do with, for, or to each other. You are mine alone, Claire, and I am yours.”
            “But neither of us is excluded from your laws?”
            “No more than we are from yours,” he reminded her quietly. “I never suggested our joining would be free of conflict, did I?”
            Although Claire had to admit he'd warned her, she wasn't sure she could abide by his rules. However, until she knew more about the specific laws that governed his group, she had to accept the fact she simply wasn't going to win this argument.

Claire is discovering these vampires live by different rules than those governing the mortal world, and she's afraid she's fallen in love with a man who will only break her heart.

M/F, Contemporary vampire romance in a society based on D/s.

Read the first three chapters at: Mortal Illusions

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Wednesday, June 25, 2014

#HornyHDay - 6/25/14 - Acting Lessons - Kate and Peter reconnect in the best way possible #SpankingRomance #KissMeKate

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Splendorous things can happen when the mind and body are in tune.

This material is NSFW (Not Safe For Work). If you’re not over 18, please explore elsewhere.

Welcome back to Horny Hump Day, a regular Wednesday feature! In this blog loop, we hope to provide you with tiny erotic tidbits of the most sexy and sensuous moments in our books. Just 3 sentences.  And boy is that hard to do, sometimes....

My submission for this week is from my 5th novel, Acting Lessons.

He was a strict and demanding college professor turned professional director who excelled at giving acting lessons.  She was his shy and uncertain former student who became a professional actress under his tutelage.  They fell in love, married, and won two Tony Awards before tragedy struck and a simple kiss ripped them apart.

After a six month separation, Peter Thorton decides to take matters into his own hands by making his famous wife, Kate, an offer she wouldn't refuse.  Plainly put, he wants her back and he intends to do whatever is necessary to achieve his goal, even if it means giving his stubborn, willful leading lady a daily reminder over his knee that she promised to obey him.

In this scene, which occurs in chapter six, Peter Thorton has just finished giving his wife, Kate, a relatively mild spanking for defying his instructions, and is preparing to make love to her for the first time in over two years.  Peter adores Kate, but he's not above teasing her a little before giving her what she wants and needs as he gently nibbles her into a writhing mass of desire.  However, given her injured knee, he also wants to ensure nothing they do aggravates her torn meniscus, so he gently restrains her when she tries to counter-thrust against his pleasuring.  Keeping his hand on her thigh as a reminder, he warns her if she moves, she'll get a swat, then he slowly makes love to her.

            Slipping his hands beneath her backside, he raised her a few inches and nudged at her entrance before he began pushing inside her an inch at a time.  Kate was moist and ready, but Peter was a large man and it had been over two years since they'd made love.  She could tell by his expression that he was taking things slowly for her, even though the effort pained him.

Though Peter realizes why Kate wants to move, he insists they do things his way, and if Kate disobeys him, he'll remind her as many times as it takes.
M/F, DD and a staged production of Kiss Me, Kate.

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

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#SciSpanks - Fatal Desire - 364 Days does not a Year Make #Vampires #Bloghop

Welcome to Sci Spanks 2014! Chances are you’ve gotten a few samplings of what we're doing on Ana's blog, so now you get to sample free stories from sixteen award-winning authors (and me). Please visit Governing Ana for the prize list, sign-up sheet, and free books. You can win from a prize pool valued at over $1,000, including a Kindle Fire or Nook HD! (Neat, huh?)

Many authors will also be offering a contest on their individual blogs (like me).  Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!

What’s the catch?  Absolutely nothing!  We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership.  Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right?

Here are the rules:
1.    Visit each blog between Wednesday, June 25 and Sunday, June 29 to read the posted stories and excerpts.
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2.    Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog.  You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing.  You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if she has one.
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4.    Deadline is midnight EDT (UTC -5) on June 29!!
5.    If you successfully completed a previous challenge (Love Spanks 2014, Spank or Treat 2013, Spankee Doodle 2013, Love Spanks 2013, or Spank or Treat 2012), you may add "VIP" to your comments.  You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize.  (Yes, we will be doing this again.  Yes, if you successfully complete the Love Spanks 2014 challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
6.    If you are an published writer/author, please add “W” to your comments. That way, your name will be entered in the special author prize drawings.
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Now for my story.  I've chosen to use "Fatal Desire" again, because some of the characters in it are indeed "Out of this World."  "Fatal Desire" is my vampire romance sequel to "Mortal Illusions."  This scene happens fairly late in the second book.  Husband and wife for nine months, both the characters are vampires at this point, though Amanda is still in her first year as an immortal.  Any vampire less than one-year-old is considered an infant, and no vampire is permitted to take his/her blood until after the infant has passed its one-year mark to become a fledgling.  Unfortunately, Amanda wants Marcus badly, and she isn't above using some sneaky tactics to get him to nibble a little one day early.  Marcus is a former gladiator, and has the physique to match.  He is an honorable man who believes in living by strict rules that don't allow for much gray.  Let's see how Amanda fares in her efforts with her rigid, and dominant husband.

            Amanda slipped into a short, sexy nightgown with no panties and sought Marcus out in his private office.  He sat at his desk pouring over some designs for the haunted theme park he considered building.  Lost in concentration, he didn't glance up when she entered the room, which should have been a red flag.  Unfortunately, she was too horny to appreciate his more serious state of mind.
           Stepping behind his chair, she slid her fingers around the edges of his ears.  "Are you busy?" she asked in her sexiest voice.
           He spared her a look that questioned her intelligence, but said, "Yes, darling, I am.  Now go back upstairs and watch some TV or read while I finish this."
           "Then what?" she teased with a small pout.
           Putting down his papers, he gave her his full attention.  When he saw what she wore, he growled.  Literally.
           Taking the sound for the warning it was, Amanda raised her hands and backed up.  "It's only one day," she protested softly.  "We're on our honeymoon tomorrow.  Surely one day can't make that much difference."
           His face a stony mask, he said, "How long did I tell you we needed to wait?"
           "One year, but--"
           "Correct.  Is that year up today?"
           "No, but--"
           "Do you think I arbitrarily chose the time frame?"
           "No, but--"
           "Do you think you are the only one suffering?  No, you are not," he answered before she could. "And do you know why?  Because I have selflessly given you countless orgasms when you desired them, have I not?"
           "Yes, of course, but--"
           "But what?  I am denied the pleasure of finding my release in you as I wish.  I want nothing more than to sink my fangs in your sweet flesh, but I cannot.  Not until tomorrow night.  So, what is your purpose coming to me dressed as you are?  Do you wish to torture me?"
           Tears burned her eyes as she shook her head.
           "Then I suggest you go upstairs, before I demonstrate my current displeasure with you through more tangible means."
           "But, Marcus--"
           "No, Amanda!  And that is my final word on the subject.  Tempt me further tonight and you will be uncomfortable sitting on that plane tomorrow.  Do I make myself clear?"
           Despite the disappointment spearing through her, Amanda meekly answered, "Yes, Sir."
           "Then go."  The command was accompanied by his finger unnecessarily pointing the way to the door.
           Realizing he wouldn't relent, she turned and fled to their bedroom, then slammed the door.  Anger and frustration getting the best of her, she threw their wedding picture at the wall, but received no satisfaction when the glass shattered.  Less than a second later, he'd flashed to stand before her with his hands on his hips.  If he'd been angry before, he was livid now.
           "That tantrum, my love, has earned you five swats."  Sitting on the bed, he patted his knee.  "Take your position, please."
           "Go to Hell!" she shouted back, angry as well as scared he would carry out his threat, which was the exact opposite of what she'd wanted.
           "A simple no, would have earned you an extra swat," he advised, his tone and manner so frigid it gave her a chill.  "Swearing has earned you five more.  We're at ten now.  Care to go for fifteen?"
           She shook her head, struggling not to cry.  She didn't want a spanking; she wanted him to make love to her.  She swiped angrily at her tears, which fell despite her effort to hold them back, but his expression didn't change.
           "Take your position, please," he repeated firmly.
           "I'm sorry," she said in a near whisper.
           He regarded her for a moment, then shook his head. "Not good enough, I'm afraid."
           "Tomorrow is our anniversary and we're leaving for our honeymoon," she reminded him, clearly pointing out the obvious.
           "That is true, and you're undoubtedly going to be sore because of your childish actions."
           She winced.  "But I want us to have fun together, and I won't be able to if I'm hurting."
           "You should have considered that before you decided to tempt me beyond reason and throw a temper tantrum when I refused to cave in to your selfish whims."
           His tone sounded more disgruntled than angry, so she sidled closer to him.  When he showed no sign of reaching for her, she tentatively put her arm about his shoulders.  He didn't pull away, but his expression remained stern as he gazed up into her eyes.  Then she carefully lowered herself to sit on his lap.
           "Wrong way," he griped, but made no move to reposition her.
           Wrapping her arms about his neck, she leaned over to kiss his cheek.  "I love you," she said softly.
           His tone and expression softening, he said, "And I love you, but I am also very angry with you right now."
           "I know.  Can I do something else to make you less angry?  Something which won't be quite so painful for me?"
           "I'm hurting, too, Amanda.  More than you know.  I was willing to forgive your teasing, but I am not willing to overlook your infantile show of temper."
           "And if I refuse to comply?" she asked, more than a little afraid of his answer.
           "Then I hope you have fun in England alone, because I won't be going with you."
           She surged up off his lap.  "You can't possibly be serious.  Are you saying you won't go on our honeymoon if I refuse to let you spank me?"
           "Yes.  I'd say that's about it," he answered, crossing his arms over his chest.
           In an unconscious mimicry of his stance, she wrapped her arms about herself.  "I think I hate you right now."
           "The evening is early, yet.  I shouldn't have any difficulty turning that into a definitive statement by midnight."
           "Fine!"  Arms slapped to her sides, she glowered at him.  "I'll go by myself," she threatened, storming into the bathroom and slamming the door.
           "Congratulations.  You just made it to fifteen, darling," he called back.
           She flung herself down on the toilet neither of them used and gave vent to her anger by stomping her feet and hitting her thighs with her fists while taking care not to make a sound.
           "Throwing a tantrum in there is not acceptable either.  You're now up to twenty."
           "Argh!" she yelled back, lifting her fist in a gesture, which was far from polite. "What?  Am I forbidden from displaying any form of anger now?"
           "At the moment, yes.  And for every minute you delay this reckoning, I'm going to add a swat."
           She marched back into the room with her hands on her hips and called, "Pink"
           "An improper use of your safe word given I haven't touched you.  Let's see, for that I think--"
           "No more.  Please," she begged, her shoulders drooping with defeat.  Her every step filled with regret, she returned to him with tears welling in her eyes.  "I'll do it.  Okay?"
           He set his hands back on the bed so they were out of her way.  With a swallow and a groan of deep reluctance, she lowered herself across his knees and tensed as his left hand settled between her shoulders.  Then his right hand stroked her buttocks.  He often did that to get her to relax, since he claimed the spanking would hurt less if she didn't tense.  The irony of the action was not lost on her.
           He continued to stroke her.  "Should I make you count," he asked almost conversationally, and she clamped her jaws.  "No, don't tense.  I'm not hurting you, so there is no cause for you to tighten yourself."
           "I think the point is you intend to hurt me, and this delay is making me nervous," she complained.
           He smacked her, then.  Enough to make her nerves tingle, but not hard enough to hurt.
           "One," he announced, stroking her again.  She loosened her grip on his leg a little and released her breath.  Perhaps he would take pity on her after all.  The second swat was a tiny bit harder and she jerked in reaction, but even that one hadn't hurt, and his stroking soothed her before she could react to it.
           Finding pleasure in his touch, despite her position, Amanda closed her eyes and relaxed by letting her head and arms drop in surrender.
           "Three," he said still stroking her, then his hand slipped between her legs and conducted a teasing exploration.  Despite her body no longer making the same the lubrication it had when she was mortal, blood still pooled in her genitals when she was aroused, making her swell with need.
           "Four," he said as she arched and moaned at the pleasure he drew out of her during his exquisite torture.  His finger circled and stroked all around the tiny nubbin that throbbed for his caress as he studiously avoided it.  This, no doubt, served as a more subtle punishment.  Reminding her, he ached and desired as well and yet was denied.  Impatient and hungry, she whimpered and wiggled her bottom to signal him of her growing need.
           "Did you wish to tell me something, darling?" he asked as his finger skated ever so slightly over her pulsing flesh.
           Amanda tried pushing back against his fingers, but he held her too firmly.
           "No moving," he reminded with a light pat on her backside before he removed his hand.
           "Marcus!" she cried out in protest.  "Please.... I need you to--"
           Her words were cut off the moment his finger located and stroked the nose of her gazelle.  Tiny tingles coursed through her, and she whined.  She was so close.  Despite guiltily enjoying the attention he paid her, Amanda wanted and needed more.  And though she refused to complain about this new punishment, she was desperate to come.  Now.  Another stroke and she instinctively parted her legs to give him better access.  His finger unerringly sought and caressed exactly where she needed it and she arched into his palm as her orgasm started to build when he drew his hand back and gave her another swat.  A painful one.
           "Ow!" she protested, turning to glare at him.
           "Five," he said, stroking her backside again.  Though he didn't appear angry, he did look resolved.
           He hadn't let her come, but the swat managed to squelch her need for the moment.  Worried he was about to get serious, she gripped his leg again and heard him chuckle softly.  Wanting to growl and bite him, she gritted her teeth.  He was enjoying this far too much for her peace of mind.
           "Since you feel it's time I put a little more sting into this punishment of yours, for the next five you have my permission to cry out, if you wish, but I do not want you to rise from my lap.  Understand?"
           At her nod, the five stinging swats were delivered so quickly, she almost couldn't tell them apart.  Those hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes, but she remained in place and kept her lips clamped.  She hissed out her discomfort when he went back to stroking, but he ignored her complaint.  Instead, with each caress that traveled from the small of her back to the fleshy tops of her thighs, he counted out the next five numbers, to fifteen.
           Relaxed again, she closed her eyes.  He'd never mixed pain and pleasure before, and she wasn't sure she liked the combination.  Her backside felt warm and tight, but the tingles weren't unpleasant, which surprised and confused her.  Though she still wanted to come, she let her body go completely limp as he tenderly stroked away any lingering discomfort
           "Five more to go, and your punishment will be complete," he announced, his hand rubbing with purpose now.
           She gave a small moan.

Now for my prize!

My latest book, a Corbin's Bend novel, is due out from Blushing Books on July 16.  So, I will be offering an eBook copy of any one of my books, including an ARC of A Simple Misunderstanding, to the winner I select who can answer the following question(s):

Marcus slowly adds to the count he intends to give Amanda until she caves and accepts his punishment.  How high does the count get before Amanda agrees to let Marcus spank her, and do you think he's being too inflexible with Amanda?

Leave a comment below with the answer along with your e-mail address.  We'll be announcing the winners of the grand prizes as well as the winners of our own blogs on July 2nd.  Happy hunting!  I now return you to continue your visits by going back to Governing Ana.

Monday, June 23, 2014

Cover Reveal - A Simple Misunderstanding Corbin's Bend Novel 7 #SpankingRomance #CorbinsBend #Romance

She thought her husband was the man of her dreams, until he became the man of her nightmares.

Though Arthur and Eleanor Benson have been practicing domestic discipline for three months since their wedding, he insists moving to Corbin's Bend, where domestic discipline is the norm rather than the exception, will revitalize their marriage. Elly has doubts, but since Arthur is the undisputed head of their household, they move. However, once Arthur becomes immersed in a community where spanking is not only permitted, but encouraged, his personality undergoes a dramatic change. Accusing his submissive wife of being lazy, disorganized and disobedient, he employs creative methods of pain and humiliation to mold Elly from the imperfect woman he married into the perfect woman he desires. And Elly finds herself a virtual prisoner in her own home, accountable only to the man who rules her life with a cane.

In his years as a vet, Jerry Douglas has seen what abuse does to animals, and he recognizes those same signs in Elly Benson during her daily escape to the dog park with her tiny poodle. Jerry steadfastly supports the tenets of domestic discipline and enjoys the freedom Corbin's Bend offers its residents, but he remains fiercely protective of anyone in need of a champion. And when he witnesses evidence of harsh handling, his instinct is to rush in and rescue. Problem is Elly Benson is a married and consenting adult who insists all her bruises and welts are nothing more than a simple misunderstanding between her and her husband, until the day Arthur Benson takes his authority and discipline one-step too far, endangering Elly's life.

Arthur Benson desired a perfect wife he could show off to his collegues, but Elly Benson was far from perfect.  So, Arthur decided to whip her into shape.  Literally.

Scheduled for release on July 16, 2014

Sunday, June 22, 2014

#SPeekSunday - 6/22/14 - Arrested by Love - Kyle puts the question to Tiffany #SpankingRomance #Romance

He caught her speeding in a school zone and decided she needed to learn even civil disobedience could have very painful consequences.

Welcome to the first Sneak Peek Sunday of June.  For Sneak Peek Sunday we share six paragraphs from a published work or a WIP (work in progress).

My submission for this week is from my 3rd book, Arrested by Love.  A handsome, but strict, police officer  decides a spoiled socialite needs a special lesson in obeying the law.

Tiffany Morgan has been in love with Kyle Sinclair since she was ten years old, when he'd turned her over his knee for attempting to swim in a raging white water river. Though she'd been furious with him at the time, Tiffany never told her family what Kyle did. Instead, she began trailing after him like an annoying younger sister as she tried to gain his attention.

Now, eleven years later, Kyle, a patrol officer, is finding it much more difficult to maintain his distance from the irresistible and vivacious redhead who continues to invent ingenious ways to attract his interest. Though he dismissed her initial attraction to him as infatuation, as she grew-up, his own feelings of desire and protectiveness deepened. So, despite his constant struggle to resist the spirited little minx's lures, Kyle finally has to admit that he is losing the battle--badly.

After Kyle makes it clear to Tiffany that speeding will earn her much more than a ticket from him, he gives into the inevitable and asks her out on a date.  He loves her, but isn't sure he's the right guy for her.  However, he no longer fights the attraction between them as he dates her exclusively, but Tiffany wants more, so she makes her stand, and Kyle makes it clear how her life will change if they get married.

            Finally, he reached out and tilted her chin up so she would look at him.  "So, tell me, my spoiled little rich girl.  Do you think you could live on a cop's salary?"
            That got Tiffany's attention right away.  Was he asking her to marry him?  She thought for a moment, then answered with a touch of asperity, "This isn't the early twentieth century, Kyle.  I do work, and make a pretty good salary myself."
            "That's nice, honey.  But, do you think I'm going to want you to work after we get married?"
            Tiffany thought her jaw dropped to the floor with that question.  "This is the twenty-first century, Kyle.  Don't you think it's time you crawled out of your dark little cave and came into the light of women's equality?"
            He bent closer, and his eyes were so intently focused on her, she felt like he was seeing into her mind.  She immediately shrank back from the simmering anger she saw reflected in his gaze.  Tiffany wasn't scared he'd hurt her.  Not really.  But her tightly clenching bottom definitely respected the dominance he held over it.  "Do you want children, Tiffany?"
            Puzzled, she gave a slight shrug.  "Yeah.  Someday.  Maybe after a few years."

Tiffany is an innocent, but she knows she wants Kyle, so sets out a plan to get him, except Kyle has a few requirements of his own..

M/F, DD and sexy spankings in rural Connecticut.

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

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