Saturday, August 26, 2017

#SatSpanks - 8/26/17 - Lessons in Love - Pam's first spanking #OfficeRomance #Discipline

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. It's been a while since I posted from this book, so if you want to see my previous entry, click HERE.

"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. She knows he won't really hurt her, and he isn't trying to humiliate her, but the embarrassment is almost too much for her to bear.

He extended his hand again. "Come here, Pam."
She shook her head. "I can't."
"I warn you that, in the future, such hesitation will add to your punishment." At her wince, he added, "Your obedience to me is not optional, Miss Weston. Now, do as I say and come here."
Her feet obeyed despite her mind screaming they were fools. Seconds later, her knees were lined up before his right thigh and knocking against his leg. He pulled her over with a gentle tug then inched back so she could stretch out on the couch with her stomach resting over his thighs. She pressed her hands to her mouth to stifle a small sob as his left arm drew her in close.
"You interrupted me three times, so you will get three swats. I expect you to count them aloud as I deliver them."

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.


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 

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Friday, August 25, 2017

Guest Post - 8/25/17 - Captivated by Jaye Peaches #Contemporary #EroticRomance #BDSM

Jaye Peaches is visiting on the guest couch today to discuss her erotic paranormal time travel loaded with dominance and submission.


“If, if I submit to this punishment,” she stuttered, “do I get a say in what it is?”
He smiled. A subtle glint in his eyes. “No. You’ll get spanked, like last time.”
“Spanked?” Her voice trembled. She recalled the basement and the rows of implements. Each one etched onto her mind. Not quite viewing them like the kid in the sweet shop, she was tempted by some, repulsed by others. Years of wanting her bottom spanked by a strict man, the fantasies she’d constructed in her head, even the ones she’d written out on paper then destroyed, had come to this moment.
“Hen, you know I’m good for my word. Now please stand up. If my fingers find your pussy is soaking, your clit aroused, then your ass will have a meeting with my belt over this table.”
Not the basement. However, the relief was short-lived. The belt about his waist was a thick leather strap with a shiny buckle. Anna gripped the edge of the table with her fingers. Her clitoris, pussy, everything sexual shouted out for a fuck. She’d come the moment he laid his hands on her. All she had to do was submit and he’d take her anyway, without the spanking. Except, she so wanted the spanking, especially with a belt or strap. She’d lain many nights alone playing with her clit, wondering what it would feel like—the pain, the humiliation, the wantonness of yielding.
She cleared her throat. “Do what you want, I don’t care.” What the hell was she saying? Why play hard to get when he’d offered her the best fantasy of her life?
He strode around the table, dragged out her chair, and heaved her up with his hands hooked under her armpits. Too stunned to do anything but exclaim, she froze as he hitched up her skirt and rifled underneath for her panties.


Waking up in an unfamiliar bed in a room she doesn’t recognize is disturbing enough, but Anna Hadley becomes truly alarmed when she looks into the mirror and sees the face of another woman staring back at her.

Her confusion intensifies when a man—who apparently believes she is his wife—suddenly knocks on the door and scolds her for spending so much time by herself in the bedroom. To top it all off, it quickly becomes clear that the man has some very specific, very old-fashioned ideas regarding the proper way a husband should deal with a disobedient bride.

In spite of everything, the threat of having her bottom bared for a sound spanking arouses Anna deeply, and even as she searches for clues that might explain what happened to her, she cannot help becoming more and more attracted to her supposed husband.

It isn’t long before she earns herself a punishment, and when he reddens her backside and then takes her hard and thoroughly she is left spent and satisfied. But knowing she could find herself back in her own body at any moment, can she dare to fall in love?

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

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I'm an author of erotic D/s romances including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM, spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books. Thank you!
When not writing, I’m busy spending time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather allows, gardening.

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Wednesday, August 23, 2017

#WIPitUp - 8/23/17 - Arrested by Love - A furious Tiffany goes on attack #Discipline #Spanking

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. However, today I've decided to also share from my first spanking novel "Arrested by Love."

In Arrested by Love, Kyle and Tiffany have been having problems, but they are attempting a reconciliation after Kyle basically kidnapped her from her home, with her father's grudging approval, and taken her to see a doctor. Tiffany had become very ill during their separation and Kyle is determined to take care of her in every way she needs. Though Tiffany isn't a true submissive, she is trying to smooth things over with Kyle, so she's working hard to keep her bratty tendencies at bay. However, there's only so much a girl can do, and after reminding her she might be pregnant, Kyle makes things worse by threatening her with a spanking if she doesn't behave more responsibly. Her pride wounded by the suspicion she doesn't matter to Kyle as much as the possible fetus in her womb, Tiffany reacts badly to his show of dominance.

             Tears streaming down her cheeks, Tiffany launched herself at Kyle, hitting and slapping him repeatedly.
            "You don't listen very well, do you?" Kyle asked, grabbing both her wrists and using his foot to drag one of his kitchen chairs further away from the table to allow for more room. Then with a slight tug, he pulled a struggling and screaming Tiffany across his lap, taking care to ensure her weight was evenly distributed rather than just on her tummy. When she started to swear at him, he calmly bared her bottom. "Perhaps I should also wash your mouth out with soap when we're done here," he threatened, locking her legs into place and giving her ten firm swats without stopping.
            During one through five she simply swore and spat at him as she struggled to get free. Six through seven had her crying, but still struggling. When eight fell she started to beg he stop. At nine she wailed that she was sorry. And at ten she was resigned and sobbing, her earlier energy having totally deserted her.
            Still angry, though her tears ate at his resolve, Kyle helped her up then. After pulling up her underwear and pants, he seated her carefully in the chair she'd been sitting in and handed her a paper napkin. Except that clearly wasn't what Tiffany wanted, since she threw the napkin to the floor, lept to her feet, and ran back into the bedroom where she slammed the door.


Kyle enjoys Tiffany's sass to a point. The fact that she's feeling better has him in a much better mood. And though he's insisting on maintaining a DD relationship with his girl, he gives her as much leeway as his dominance will allow. However, his patience does have limits, and she needs to be more adult now that they suspect she is pregnant. So, her attack on him carries consequences.

M/F, 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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#MFRWHooks - 8/23/17 - A Dom's Dilemma - Kelly opts to hide the truth a bit longer #BDSM #Discipline

Erotic Torture: A pleasure so intense it borders on painful

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 post for this Wednesday is from my 4th book, A Dom's Dilemma, an erotic BDSM/spanking novel 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.

This scene in A Dom's Dilemma occurs near the end of Chapter Six.  Jim and Kelly are just starting to get to know each other when Jim discovers Kelly is still sore from the enema and examination he gave her a half-hour ago.  She knows that means he will want to examine and treat her, but she really wants to avoid having him touch her back there again, if it's at all possible.  It isn't, but Jim compromises by making the experience as pleasurable as he can.  However, he's a Dom, so there are some rules Kelly will need to follow.  Rules like forbidding her to come until he gives his permission. The sort of rules he fully expects her to break. Of course, when she does, a good Dom needs to provide the proper discipline his sub requires and expects, but he can also add pleasure to the experience, if he chooses. Afterward, he holds, cuddles, and reassures her until her tears have dried. He is so gentle and understanding that Kelly can't help but wonder what it would be like to spend an entire weekend with him, so, she asks what he thought they'd do together.

           "Well, since your little pucker hole is so sore right now, I might hold off giving it my full attention until Saturday night. If I think it's up for more playin' then, I'll get out a few toys and try stretchin' it some, so you can accept me back there, too." Kelly totally wilted at those words, and not in a good way.  "Darlin', not five minutes ago you came beautifully with my finger thrust deep inside you.  So, you wanna tell me now what's goin' on with that long face of yours?"
            She shook her head. "No, Sir."
            Yeah, she had come with his finger deep inside her, and it had felt good.  Wonderful in fact, but Kelly had been hurt so badly during anal play, she needed surgery. As a consequence, hearing Master James tell her he intended to pursue having sex with her in her now puckering butt, scared her, and more than a little.
            However, admitting her fear would only trigger additional questions she didn't want to answer, so she kept quiet. She'd lied to him before, and even though he suspected it after examining her, she wasn't ready to confess what she lied about.

Jim is into control, not pain, and he wants Kelly to find pleasure in everything they do together, but the Dom in him insists upon taking the lead.  Things will happen his way, and on his terms.  End of story. Although Jim finds a great deal of satisfaction in Kelly's enthusiastic response, and her trust is of paramount importance to him, his role as a Dom requires him to hold her accountable when she lies or disobeys.

M/F, Kinky happenings in rural Connecticut.

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

Now available on Amazon both for the Kindle and in Paperback!

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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 Brontë 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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