Friday, December 18, 2020

Guest Post - 12/18/20 - "A Dom is for Life" by Ashe Barker #eroticromance #contemporary #bdsm

 A Dom is for life, not just for Christmas


He smiles, but it’s a grin lacking in warmth. It is sensual, though, dripping with sexy promise. “Take off your jacket and hang it on the back of the door. Then remove your underwear.”
No further answer is required. Butterflies take flight in my stomach. Gleeful anticipation of the sensuality to come in the next few minutes, guilt at the forbidden pleasure and fear of discovery, are all at war within me. “What if someone comes in?”
He leans back in his seat and unbuckles his belt. “No one comes in here without my permission. You have a count of five, Libby. Jacket, underwear, then you lay yourself across my lap and raise your skirt. Alternatively, if you prefer, you can just leave and we’ll say no more about any of this.”
I’m not leaving. No way am I going anywhere yet.
“You intend to use your belt?”
“I do. It’s been a while for you, and you need something quite…intense, I think, otherwise you wouldn’t be asking me for this. Would you agree?”
I offer him a sharp nod while my pussy convulses again. Without another word, I turn from him and shrug off my jacket. I hang it up as directed, then reach under my skirt to peel off my tights and knickers. I step out of my spiky-heeled shoes to remove my clothing, but Josh gestures towards them when I would have left them behind me on the floor.
“Put the shoes back on, please. I always prefer your submission to be delivered in sexy heels.”
“I’m not your submissive. Not anymore.”
“A few minutes ago I might have agreed with you. Now… well, we’ll see. The heels, please.” His tone is cool, clipped, and oh-so familiar. 
My pussy dampens more as I slip my shoes back on, then stand before him, waiting.
Josh gets to his feet and draws his belt from the loops at his waistband. He takes his time, holding my gaze. Then, the belt dangling from his right hand, he walks around the desk. He takes the chair I was sitting on, moving it away from the desk and into the centre of the room, where there’s more space. He smiles at me, sits on it, then he pats his right thigh in invitation. “I think you know the drill, Libby—unless you find yourself in need of a spot of retraining?”
“No, Sir. I remember it perfectly. Thank you.”
We were always ultra-polite at moments like this. Nothing has changed—at least, in that regard—over the three and a half years we’ve been separated. I step forward to stand beside him, then lean over to position myself across his lap.
The first thing I register is the hard bulge of his erection pressing against my right side. I take satisfaction from this. I always loved to know how much I could arouse him, despite his finely honed Dom cool. This is a reaction he can’t conceal behind an impassive, stern expression or clipped commands. Not that Josh was ever cold, exactly. He was controlled, disciplined, exceptionally firm, but always considerate, and his approach to aftercare was sublime. Josh was always hot on cuddles, tender words, and the most exquisite lovemaking when occasion called for it. 
He could read situations, by which I mean he read me like a book, and always delivered the perfect formula. If I needed hard, rough, savage, that’s what he would provide. Alternatively, there were times I just wanted to be held, to feel loved and cared for, and he would do that, too. He always knew, always got it right.
Today, I need to hurt. And he already has his belt coiled in his hand.


It’s been over three years since her bitter break up with her husband, and Libby Novak is over him. Definitely. All she needs to do is sign the final papers and their divorce will be final, the whole sorry chapter finished with.

So, why doesn’t she?

A slip up in a shopping centre places her on the wrong side of the law, and Libby is horrified when the head of security turns out to be her soon-to-be ex-husband, Josh. She manages to convince him of her innocence though, and he’s prepared to let her go.

So why doesn’t she just head for the exit? Why, instead, does she beg him to spank her, like he used to do, when they were together, and he was her Dom as well as her husband?

Josh was always a stern Master, and he has a score to settle with the wife and submissive who betrayed him. Will one spanking be enough?

As the heat of their marriage sizzles again, who will get burned this time?

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

The first two chapters of this book were originally published as a short story, In The Eyes of the Law in the Totally Bound Over The Knee anthology, In this edition, the book has been substantially expanded to a full-length novel, re-edited and with new cover art and title

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USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Guest Post - 12/10/20 - "Deeds Not Words" by Ashe Barker 20th Century erotic romance, historical romance, spanking


A handsome viscount. A headstrong suffragette. And a cause worth dying for.


“Yes,” The response was more squeak than a spoken word, but it sufficed. In the next moment, Clarissa winced at the sound when the belt whistled through the air then jerked hard when the leather wrapped itself around her soft buttocks.

“Oh! Sweet Jesus…” She managed not to cry out, but only just.

Clarissa lay, quivering, her throbbing bottom clenching as she readied herself for the next stroke. She did not have to wait long. The leather split the air again, then fire snaked across her buttocks for a second time.

“Aaah.” She muffled the cry against the desk and clenched her backside even harder.

“I am told a spanking is less painful if you relax your bottom, though, of course, I cannot be sure,” James observed, adjusting his stance in preparation for his next stroke.

Clarissa grunted, and clenched tighter still.

The next five or six strokes landed in fairly rapid succession, and despite her most earnest desire not to alert Victorine or any of the staff to her plight, Clarissa’s cries became louder. She could not stop her feet from kicking out with each new stripe laid by her cousin and could barely maintain her grip on the opposite edge of the desk.

After the tenth spank, James paused. “Would you like a brief respite, Clarissa? You are doing well, and we are half-way there.”

Half-way? Is that all?

She considered his offer but shook her head. She needed this to be over. If they stopped, she would find the starting again even harder. And since she was already half-way…

“I… I am all right. Please, continue.”

He laid his palm on her right buttock and stroked a slow, gentle circle. Clarissa had not expect such an intimate touch. She jerked under his hand.

“What are you doing, James?”

“I am checking. It is my responsibility to take care of you. Your skin is hot but shows no sign of breaking.”

“I do not understand.”

“You will have marks from this, but they will fade. I shall leave no permanent scars on your body.”

“Oh.” It had never occurred to her that such was even a possibility. How soon the memories of the brutality witnessed in Holloway receded, or maybe she truly did recognise the difference. James had said she would be safe with him, and she never doubted it.


A handsome viscount. A headstrong Suffragette. And a cause worth dying for.

She grew up while I wasn’t looking. My sweet little half-cousin is now a beautiful woman. I’ve adored her for as long as I can remember. It’s high time I made her my viscountess.

But there’s just one problem. While my back was turned Clarissa has joined the Suffragette Movement. And now, I gather, she’s incarcerated in Holloway facing their vile force-feeding regime and God only knows what other horrors. I need to act quickly. 

I’ve never been more pleased to see my handsome cousin. Always my guardian and protector, James rescued me from that awful place and brought me home to Smallwood where he is determined to keep me safe. And he insists upon employing his own brand of discipline, to teach me the error of my ways.

I want to surrender to him. I love him. I think I always have. But I love the Suffragette cause too. James wants me to submit to his authority and continue the campaign without endangering my life. But this has become a fight to the death, and I will not desert my sisters.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

This story was previously published in the 2019 anthology Once upon a Christmas Wedding. This version is a stand alone story, re-edited, and with new content added.

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About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.


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Tuesday, December 8, 2020

#MFRWsteam - December 8, 2020 - Lessons in Love - "Look at me." #DomesticDiscipline #OfficeRomance #Spanking

 His management style might not be HR approved, but he was the boss, so, he set the rules.


Not wanting to delay her release from the hospital after a three day stay, Pam opts not to take a shower before she leaves. Feeling unclean, she tells Rob she wants to shower or bathe before she gets into bed. However, since she purposefully cut her palms just minutes before, Rob wraps her hands in plastic to protect them, then helps her undress for the bath he intends to give her.

Pam rose a little unsteadily to her feet and stood before Rob. With a smile that was a blend of temptation and pure male satisfaction, he kept his eyes focused on her and rolled up his sleeves. Forearms bare, he fingered the hem of her shirt and raised it over her head with deliberate slowness, as if unwrapping a present. Once her top was removed, he bent and kissed her again.
Ignoring the rude rustling, she lifted her plastic-covered hands to twine them behind his neck, but he caught her wrists and lowered her arms to her side. "No. I'm doing this. Your task is to accept everything I provide while I discover what pleases you. You are not to move or speak unless I give you permission. Understand?"
Nodding her agreement, Pam stood obediently silent as Rob filled the tub. Steamy water billowed out of the faucet and within seconds the room was enveloped in a warm, mystical mist.
He returned to kneel at her feet and tugged at her bottoms. His fingertips traced along the length of her inner thigh as he drew the material toward the floor.
"Put your hand on my shoulder and step out."
When her shorts were off, she stood in her bra and underpants and struggled not to wrap her arms about her like a shield.
"Since I'm already down here, I think I'll remove your panties next." When his long fingers stroked her waist, Pam drew in a sharp breath. But he continued as if she hadn't moved.
A light stroke followed by a gentle tug and her underwear became a puddle of cotton on the bathroom tiles. His hands, however, remained poised on her upper thighs. Nothing was said, but Pam knew what he intended to do next, so she shut her eyes.
"No. Look at me. I want you aware for every second who is bringing you pleasure tonight. Later, we will need to address your issues, but, for now, I want you to keep your eyes on me when I touch you. Part your legs," he ordered, his voice both smooth and rough like raw silk. When Pam obeyed, he reached between her thighs, and she jerked, but kept her eyes open for as long as could. A part of her brain scolded her for not being more embarrassed, but she enjoyed the sensations his stroking wrought far too much to let guilt taint them. When she released a soft sigh, he lowered his hands.
"So warm and sweet. I could spend the night exploring all your hidden treasures, but we have a bath to take." Rising to his feet, he strode over to the bathtub and turned off the water. When he returned, he stood before her and reached behind to unfasten her bra.


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.

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Lessons in Love is Kathryn R. Blake's sixth novel with Blushing Books, and fifth spanking romance where Domestic Discipline is primary to the plot.  Although Kathryn is relatively new to the spanking romance market, she is not new to stories where the hero spanks the heroine.  In fact, most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them.  However, even in Kathryn's novels where the hero firmly believes in using spanking as a deterrent, he has no desire to cause the heroine injury and takes no delight in hurting the woman of his heart.  In fact, sometimes he finds it extremely difficult to follow through on his threats or promises.
To date, all of her heroes are dominant, alpha males who are extremely protective of the women they love.  However, part of that protectiveness includes the need for a certain amount of control.  They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly. Even so, these men aren't infallible, and they do make mistakes, but love and respect will always triumph in the end.
Kathryn has been a member of RWA since the early 1980s and joined several local and special interest chapters. Besides writing, Kathryn enjoys traveling, reading, attending the theatre, and is a passionate lover of animals, so much so that in 2015 a stray cat adopted her. The stray now sleeps in Kathryn's bed.  She has also recently taken up the expensive hobby of making and selling jewelry.

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Wednesday, December 2, 2020

Guest Post - 12/2/20 - "Cassie on the Move" by PK Corey #Contemporary #OlderCouple #DomesticDiscipline


 I was still upended, and shall we say, exposed to being shown his displeasure if he was less than satisfied with my answer.


“Cassie Jane,” Tom said sharply as I was undressing for bed. “What in the world caused that?”

“What?” I asked, startled. The bruise wasn’t in a spot easy for me to see.

“Your leg.” He quickly had me over his lap to closely inspect the bruise. What a horrible starting position for the conversation.

“Umm… that must have happened when I fell,” I hedged.

He swatted my bottom hard. “Try again,” he insisted.

Evidently, paint ball bruises are quite distinctive. I had to come clean, but only because I couldn’t think of any other explanation.

Tom wasn’t happy. “Girl, the neighbors are going to think you’re a wild woman. Didn’t I tell you the other day when we were watching Drew to stay away from those things?”

Did he? Good grief, how could I possibly remember everything he told me not to do? Sadly, I was foolish enough to say that out loud. I do know better. Evidently, Tom thought I was being a little too sassy, and he used his slipper to make his point. He proceeded to drive the following points home with some hard swats.

“You had better act like a lady around those children. You’re a grown up, Cassie. I expect you to act like it. I don’t want you playing with those things and getting yourself hurt again.”

“Okay, okay, now let me up,” I told him firmly.

My only warning of what was coming was a tightening of his grip before he was spanking nearly as hard as he could for about ten licks with that hateful slipper.

“Tom! Dam…” I tried to cut off my cursing mid-word. “What was that for?”

“That was for lying to me about how this happened. You know better. I won’t have that.”

I waited until he let me up before saying anything. “I told you I fell in the woods. Do you always have to know every little detail?” I was rubbing for all I was worth as Tom gave me a squinty-eyed stare.

“Do I need to explain my definition of lying again? I believe this slipper can make it quite clear.”

“No, no, I’ve got it. Step away from the slipper and no one gets hurt,” I told him.


Cassie is on the move and loving life. Through paint-ball game in the woods and a water park adventure she’s gets to know her new neighbors as the new house is renovated. 

 Cassie is traveling too. From trips with just the girls to conventions, vacations, and cruises with Tom and friends, she's always ready for the next adventure. But when Cassie begins having dizzy spells Tom thinks a slower pace is in order. Getting Cassie to slow down and take care of herself proves to be quite a challenge. A challenge Tom is more than determined to take on.

Author’s note This series of books takes a loving look into a domestic discipline marriage. You’ll find that they have an active sex life, though you may have to use your imagination for the details. And you’ll find enough spanking to satisfy most anyone! But you’ll also find strong men and feisty women with fiercely loyal friendships and a love story that many would envy.

Our genre has gotten darker lately – excellent books, to be sure. But sometimes I want something lighter that still has plenty of spanking. Readers say my books make them laugh and cry and feel like they are visiting with an old friend. I hope you’ll give one a try.

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After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 

 I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

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

 I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. You can contact me at

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