Saturday, July 25, 2020

#SatSpanks - 7/25/20 - 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.

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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 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.

"You interrupted me three times, so you will get three swats. I expect you to count them aloud as I deliver them."
She tried to turn, but he held her too firmly in place. "I can't."
"You can, and you will. This will proceed at your pace. I won't let you up, but I won't give you another swat until you've called the number of the previous one. Understand?"
"Please, Mr. Peterson. I'm sorry. Please don't do this."
"That's enough, Pam. This is going to happen, so resolve to accept it."
His hand moved over her backside in a gentle, soothing motion. Though his stroking was incredibly intimate, she didn’t think he did it to arouse her. Rather, he simply wanted her to know he was there and very aware of her. "Lie flat and give me all your weight. Rest your head on your arms and try not to tense."
Pam let out a soft snort at that, which earned her a light smack in response. "Behave."
She was tempted to call out ‘one’, but suspected he would only swat her harder to prove his point. When nothing happened for a few moments, she found herself starting to relax as he stroked her. She wasn't uncomfortable, although embarrassment still had her tensing her legs and backside, but as his hand continued a slow, circular movement from the tops of her thighs to the small of her back, she released a breath, unaware she'd been holding it out of fear.
"Good," he said, continuing to rub as though he had nothing better to do all day long than give her an intimate massage. His hand slid up to her shoulders and rubbed. "Relax."
She inhaled deeply and consciously eased the tight muscles. "Very good."
Then his fingers shifted to her neck and arms. "Head and arms loose." She lifted her head and winced at the pain in her neck. "You're holding yourself too tightly, Pam. Close your eyes and listen to my voice."
"Are all your punishments like this, sir?" she couldn't help asking. It seemed more like spending a day at the spa than getting reprimanded for rudeness.
"Quiet. You are not to talk. We are doing this because you refused to heed my warnings. So, as part of your lesson, you need to not only hear my words, but listen to the intent behind them. If you'd listened, you might have realized I wasn't firing Krista, I was sending her home to reflect on her misdeeds. I already told you I admire her and value her opinion. So, why would I fire her for speaking out of turn with you?"

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, July 17, 2020

Guest Post - 7-17-20 - Taken as Theirs by Kryssie Fortune #Erotic #Paranormal #Romance

Most females were infertile now, whatever their origins – but not Cassie


Goosebumps covered Cassie’s flesh. Tingles raced between her legs, tiny electric sparks that warmed her blood. One kind word and her good intentions would crumble—just like her sisters’ chance of freedom if she told this drop-dead gorgeous pair about them.
What with the vampire auction and that nightmare descent of the cliff, she couldn’t take much more. Cassie had been a fool to think she could escape. Completely drained, she was at the werewolves’ mercy
Her imagination worked overtime. Wolves were pack animals. Suppose they decided to share her around the crew? The vampires certainly would have, and she didn’t expect werewolves to behave any better.
She cowered when Eli pulled a knife, but he sawed through the wet rope binding her to his brother. Her legs folded, and only Dane’s strong grip kept her upright. Sheaving his knife, Eli swept her into his arms.
He gave her his best Pepsodent-white smile. “Foolish little princess, so eager to return to the vampires who will abuse you. You’re safe here, despite the unconventional start to our friendship.”
Like a half-drowned kitten, she dripped water onto his trousers. He smelled of summer breezes and crops ripening in the fields. So cold her teeth had stopped chattering, she let go of her fears and let Eli take charge. Heat flowed from his chest to hers, but it wasn’t enough. She felt like an ice cube lost at the back of a freezer.
He carried her through a narrow galley, and into the captain’s cabin. She’d expected twin bunks and a tiny space. Instead, this room reminded her of Nelson’s cabin on the HMS Victory. The back wall consisted of window panes, giving her a view of the distant cliffs. The view fascinated and delighted her but the cabin’s four-poster bed terrified her. It covered more than half the room and had enough room for three if not four.
Dane pulled towels from a trunk then tossed her one of his brother’s jumpers. “Get dry, princess then get into bed and warm up. We’re going to lock you in while we get underway in earnest, but we’ll be back with hot stew and a hot coffee soon.”
After living on half rations for a week, her mouth watered at the thought of a decent meal. That these dominant werewolves cared for her welfare stunned her. Then they offered her a coffee. Utter luxury.
Emotions set in, and tears filled her eyes. She broke into a cold sweat that turned her forehead clammy. She’d never felt so weary in her life—not even when she’d swum marathons.
Dane lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Don’t cry, little human. You’re safe now.”
The intensity in his gaze felt like a shot of energy for her soul. It made her feel hot and tingly inside. She craved his touch, and maybe his kiss. A fresh set of shivers beset her. This time, they were more about her forbidden attraction for the werewolves than the cold.


As a breeder--one of the few fertile women left in a ruined, plague-ravaged world--Cassie would fetch a handsome price at auction, and selling her to the highest bidder was exactly what her captors had in mind... until two fearsome beasts decided to take her for themselves.

Eli and Dane have chosen Cassie for their mate, and when she makes a foolish attempt at escape she quickly ends up tearfully promising obedience as her bare bottom is soundly and shamefully punished. Her body's response to their stern dominance cannot be denied, however, and it isn't long before she is screaming out her intense, helpless pleasure as she is roughly and thoroughly claimed. But will Eli and Dane's pack accept a human girl or will Cassie be an outsider forever?

Publisher's Note: Taken as Theirs includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.

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Kryssie lives by the beach and loses track of time when she writes. Her days are full of dashing regency rakes, former soldiers so handsome they make her drool, and the sexiest werewolves ever. The odd vampire makes it in there too, but when he does, he’s drop dead gorgeous.
Her pet hates are unhappy endings and cliff hangers. She guarantees you won’t find either in her books. Her books sizzle with sensual heat, but story always comes before sex. Even when part of a series, her books can be read as stand-alone romance.

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Saturday, July 11, 2020

Guest Post - 7/11/20 - "Two Truths and a Lie" by Daryl Devore #hotread, #billionaire, #romance

All she had to do was steal a rare, red diamond. How hard could that be?


I followed the others into the Whittle Bus, took a seat and turned to look out the window. I didn't want a seat buddy. I didn't want a BFF—someone to giggle and bond with. I had a job to do. I had to keep my focus.
Especially if I wanted to live.
I stared blankly out the window, not seeing the city shift to country. Music blared from the bus's sound system. The driver turned the radio on an All 80s channel. Trying to block the music, I reviewed my evening. First, act like a meek female, not too competent or intelligent who doesn't speak English fluently. Second, pretend to be an acceptable server and deliver drinks to thirsty, rich people. Third, steal the red diamond.
Simple enough.
I didn't want the gem. Hmph, who was I kidding? I'd love to own it. But, a job's a job. I'd been commissioned to steal and deliver it to a secure box. And that's exactly what I intended to do. I'd planned this job for several weeks, if not months. Finally, the right opportunity presented itself and here I was sitting on a bus listening to You Spin Me Round, dressed like a French maid. So unbelievably annoying. The skirt barely covered the bend in my butt. Every time I tugged at the skirt, my boobs started to pop out of the top. Not that there was a lot of boob to pop out. I seemed to be missing the greatly endowed gene. I stifled the fantasy of putting my fingers around the neck of the old pervert that demanded we wear these ridiculous outfits. And gloves. We all had to wear white gloves. Who does that?
I'm guessing the host of the party didn't want us mere peasants touching anything, leaving our filthy germs which he might pick up and then die of some horrible flesh-eating disease. Hey, a person can dream.
But on the bright side, the gloves played right into my hand―so to speak. I didn't have to figure out how to conceal a pair of latex gloves. I'd wear these white monstrosities, steal the red diamond and not leave a fingerprint in the whole house.
The bus slowed, passed through the open gates then drove around to the back of a large manor house. I'll admit the house wasn't as big as the one in Downton Abbey, but it was still impressive. A reddish-brown brick house with several floors, lots of windows and partially covered in ivy which screamed rich person lives here. The land around it extended for acres in every direction. I'd already done my research on the place. I knew every inch of the outside and inside. I had escape routes planned. Although, I had no intention of needing them. I was confident I was leaving the same way as I'd arrived—on this bus.
I knew where I could hide in the house if needed. And I had a back-up plan to my back-up plan. Several people had been paid hefty fees to watch my back. This gem was as good as stolen.


The legend of Robin Hood and Maid Marian with a twenty-first-century twist. If you love hot, billionaire romances, then this is a must read.
From the author of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy, multi-published, hot romance author Daryl Devoré's latest book revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.
As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-laced billionaire, Mark clash over Byn's need for independence and Mark's struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-five-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.

All is lost until a children's game is their only hope.

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Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. Daryl has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print book and available at other book retailers via D2D.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and 2 cats. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

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Tuesday, July 7, 2020

#MFRWsteam - July 7, 2020 - Lessons in Love - "Take off all your Clothes" #DomesticDiscipline #OfficeRomance #Spanking

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


Though Robert Peterson isn't pleased Pam Weston tried to run away from him, after tracking her down to her former apartment, he has decided it is past time he stakes his claim on his feisty executive assistant.

She stared at him. "That's the first time you said you loved me."
His eyes sparkled as he leaned closer. "Then I've been terribly remiss in my duties and shall amend my ways forthwith. And, if I may ask, what are your feelings for me?"
"I guess you're growing on me. I mean, you already possess an ego the size of Texas, so I wouldn't want to do anything to inflate it."
He grinned. "Heaven forbid you should ever do that." He put his hands on her waist and lifted her off his lap. "All right, we'll begin a new leaf, here and now. So, I want you to stand here"he pointed to a spot directly before him"and take off all your clothes."
Pam's heart skipped a beat. "You want me to strip? Why?"
"Because I intend to spank you to prove my point, and I want you naked. Any more questions?"
He placed a finger against her lips. "No more arguments. Just do as I ask, please."
Pam regarded the man seated before her, the man she loved more than anyone else in the world, with severe trepidation. "Why?"
Rising smoothly to his feet, he bent down and touched his mouth to hers. The kiss was hard, yet soft, firm, yet gentle, and gave her no quarter. "Would you rather I undressed you?"
Her breath caught in her throat. Having him take charge made it far less likely she'd do anything wrong. "Yes, please."
"As you wish." He unfastened her shorts first, then slid them down her legs to her feet, where he ordered her to step out of them. Rising, he folded them neatly and set them on the couch. Next came her top, which he raised over her head and laid on her bottoms. At least she'd thought far enough ahead to wear matching bra and panties.
"Cute," he said, plucking at the pink bow nestled between her breasts. "Very cute, indeed, but it still has to come off."
She let out a slight groan but didn't protest as he removed her bra, folded it, and added it to the pile.
Then he stepped closer and placed his hands at her waist. "You have a beautiful body, Pam. I never want you to be ashamed of it or reluctant to share your nakedness with me. I love to stroke your skin, and caress the places only I have the privilege of seeing and touching."
"Besides me," she added softly.
"Hmm. Perhaps, when you bathe or shower, I'll permit it, but otherwise this gorgeous body belongs to me."
Pam's eyes opened wide. "Are you serious?"
"Very much so. Why, is that a problem for you?"
"A little. It is my body, after all."
"Yes, but I'm laying claim to it tonight, at least as far as your pain and pleasure go."
"What does that mean exactly?"
"That I don't want you touching what I consider mine without permission."
Growing moist from his words alone, Pam swallowed audibly. "I need to ask your permission to—touch myself?" Her voice sounded weak and breathy to her ears.
"You most assuredly do." He cupped his hand between her legs. "I am claiming this part of your body, here and now. As well as here," he said, sliding his hands up to cup her breasts. "And here." His arms encircled her as his palms hugged her behind and drew her even closer." Pam groaned, unsure how she felt about giving him so much control and yet relishing in his possessiveness.
"So, what happens if I disobey you and bring myself to orgasm?"
He tilted his head. "What do you think will happen?"
"I'll get spanked?"
"Among other things. You'll unquestionably get punished for trespassing."
"Trespassing?" she asked as his fingers tugged at her panties to remove them.
"That means encroaching on someone else's property. Step."


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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About the Author:

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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