Saturday, November 28, 2020

Saturday Spankings - 11/28/20 - "Arrested by Love" Tiffany seeks forgiveness #SpankingRomance #FreeBook #DomesticDiscipline


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

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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 necessary.

My submission for this week is from my first spanking novel, Arrested by Love, published by Blushing Books.

In Chapter Four, Kyle Sinclair, a traffic patrol officer, has just proposed to the girl he's secretly loved, but avoided for years. He knows Tiffany Morgan has been infatuated with him since she was a little girl, but she came from a much higher social strata than his public school/middle class upbringing associated with. However, what the heart wants isn't always in line with what society deems appropriate.

Having finally overcome his doubts, Kyle gets down on one knee and presents Tiffany with a ring only to have her dissolve into tears before him. Confused, he starts to question her only to discover she'd lied for the past month about staying within the budget he'd set for her. Relieved her dismay wasn't the result of a more serious issue, but angry she'd thought lying to him was a more acceptable course than admitting failure, he gives her a choice. She can either accompany him quietly without fuss or whining, or they can stop seeing each other for a year.

Tiffany can't believe he'd stop seeing her simply because she'd overspent her budget, but Kyle promptly informs her he's not punishing her for overspending, but for lying and refusing to accept the consequences of her deceit. So, after driving to a secluded spot, he escorts her over to a fallen log where he orders her to remove her skirt and underwear and take her position. Halfway through, Kyle gives Tiffany a break so she can pull herself together.

  If he'd been a little more observant, he would have noticed she'd been less than truthful with him from the beginning. And even though she wasn't a particularly good liar, he'd wanted to believe her, so he had.

Next time, and hopefully there wouldn't be a next time, he would pay closer attention to her silent signals so they could avoid this. Although he suspected his little darling was a bit of a minx who was going to continually find herself in this position for one prank or another. For now, however, he was attempting to dissuade her from ever lying to him again.

When she finally fell silent and her breathing came in small little catches, he firmed his hand on her back. "Only five more, Tiff, and we're done. You're being a very good girl, and though I am disappointed you lied to me, I am very proud of the way you've conducted yourself this afternoon."

That made her cry a little harder. Even so, he knew his words would actually help ease her inner pain. "Kyle?" she asked again as her body began to relax under his gentle stroking.

"Yes?" he replied, willing to wait a few moments longer before he started again.

"Do you think you'll ever be able to forgive me?"

"Darling, when this is over you will have already been forgiven. That's exactly what this is about. Once we're done here, nothing more will be said, unless you wish to talk about it."

"Thank you," she answered softly and her sincerity invoked an instinctively protective response within him. Clearing his throat with a cough, he said, "Begin again at twenty, please."


Kyle doesn't like hurting Tiffany, though he knows he has to take her in hand if he's to make any progress in curbing her impulsive behavior. As his wife, she won't have the financial freedom to spend money in the way she's used to doing. He doesn't expect her to be perfect, and fully accepts she will overspend from time to time, but he needs her to understand that it's much better for her to own up to her mistakes than try to hide them beneath lies.

M/F, Sexy spankings in rural Connecticut.

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Thursday, November 26, 2020

Guest Post - 11/26/20 - "Seducing his Sassenach" by Ashe Barker #Historical erotic romance #Highland romance #Scottishromance


         A formidable northern lord and a courageous nursemaid join forces to rescue an abducted child


‘I dinna take orders from ye,’ indeed. That is what ye said, is it no’?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“Fair enough. We shall have tae set that little misunderstandin’ straight, then. Come here, lass.”

She frowned at him as he seated himself upon a tree stump. “What do you mean? What misunderstanding?”

“As long as ye are wi’ the pair of us, ye will take orders from me or from Archie, here. Ye will do as ye’re told, without argument. Ye did no’ seem tae realise that before, but I mean tae make sure there is no further doubt on the matter. So, the next time ye’re told tae stay wi’ the horses, ye will damned well do that an’ not go traipsin’ off through the fucking forest.”

She gulped. His expression was uncompromising and fierce. She did not care for it. Not one bit. Belatedly, she tried to placate the angry Scot. “I… I see. I did not realise you meant it so… literally. And, I did remember about the geese, so—”

“D’ye think the pair of us so dull-witted than we cannae spot a goose, even in the dark?”

“Well, no, but I simply thought—”

“Ye have done quite enough thinkin’ for one evenin. Now, I want my share of the food afore my companion guzzles the lot. I daresay ye do too. So, get over here and lie across my lap. Given our brief acquaintance I’ll no’ require ye tae raise your skirts on this occasion, though I shall no’ be so lenient should it become needful tae correct ye again.”

“Raise my…?” Jane gaped, open-mouthed.

“Be quick. A spanking never improves wi’ keepin’.”

“You… you mean to spank me?” She could barely force out the words. The very idea was… was… unthinkable.

“I do, aye. An’ it’s likely goin’ tae hurt so ye’d best put this in your mouth tae stifle the noise. We dinna want to rouse yonder cottage, do we?” He handed her a piece of cloth, rolled into a ball.

“You think to gag me as well?” She glared at the rag.

He nodded. “It seems best, aye.” He paused, then, “Wench, if I have tae come over there an’ get ye, I shall think again about liftin’ your skirts.”

“But, you have no right…”

“Do we have tae go through all o’ that again? I already explained, as long as ye travel wi’ Archie an’ me, ye shall obey us. If ye disobey, there will be consequences. This…” he gestured to his lap, “this is consequences.”

“Who do you think you are?” she blurted. “You have no right to…” She recognised the foolhardiness of such a remark when his features darkened but by then the damage was done.

“Ah, yes, you are quite right. I should have introduced myself properly afore now. I am Robert McGregor, heir to The McGregor, Laird of Skye and the Outer Hebrides.” He gestured toward his companion with his thumb. “An’ that there is Sir Archibald Montgomery. His family an’ mine are close friends, an’ Archie here is captain of my brother’s guards.”

“Your brother…?”

“Aye. My brother is the Earl of Etal and Lord of Mortain. He is now the husband of Lady Eleanor of Ashingburn, whose baby we are seekin’ tae restore to her.”

“Oh. I see.” She had assumed he was merely a man who had been paid to perform a task, not that he had some personal interest in this affair.

“I am glad that ye do. So, will ye submit tae the spankin’ ye have earned, or do I have tae make ye?”

She swung her gaze from one implacable face to the other and realised she had little choice. He meant what he said, she was sure of it. This Robert McGregor intended to spank her and there was not a thing she could do about it.

“You will leave my skirt down, sir?” she demanded, her chin tilted at a rebellious angle.

“Ye’re tryin’ my patience, lass,” came his answering growl. “Here, put the gag in your mouth.”

For want of a better plan, she did as she was told. She was surprised to find the cloth was actually clean, and did not taste foul, though she found the sensation in her mouth utterly horrible.

“Good. Now, ye can just lay yourself across my thighs.”

She moved to stand beside him, then lowered herself cautiously to her knees.

“Here.” He offered his hand, and she took it, then allowed him to tug her across his lap. “Ye need no’ worry about falling as I shall no’ let ye. Now, bite down on that rag an’ try tae be as quiet as possible.”

She could only manage a muffled snort, which she backed up with a half-hearted nod.

Sweet Jesus and all the saints, how did this happen?


When the baby she cares for is stolen by the king’s men, nursemaid Jane Bartle is determined to see the child restored to her grieving mother. She is not sure how she might achieve this, but help arrives in the form of a formidable northern lord, sent by baby Cecily’s new step-father to find out what happened to the child. Jane is able to lead Robert MacGregor to where Cecily is being held. 

Robbie is glad of Jane’s assistance. Sher has saved him a great deal of trouble, but he never expected the feisty nurse to insist upon accompanying him and his band of Highlanders the length of England. Their journey is perilous, not least because the King’s armies are on the move, preparing to confront the Scots at Flodden. 

As they face danger together, attraction flares between the high-born northern lord and the girl from the Plymouth slums. But once their shared mission is over, what will bind them together?

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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 spent caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 

At the last count Ashe had over sixty 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.

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Saturday, November 21, 2020

#SatSpanks - 11/21/2020 - "Lessons in Love" - Recovery and Aftercare #DomesticDisicpline #OfficeRomance #Executive


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.

"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. And despite all her efforts to do as he asked, this spanking hurt.

The stinging slowly subsided. Just one more, Pam. He merely wants you to learn listening and obeying are not optional. He's not at all like Stanley. He's not taking a belt to you, and his objective is to teach, not hurt. Eyes scrunched closed, she said, "Two."

The third swat was the hardest yet, and it brought a flood of tears to her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be disrespectful. Please don't hate me."

"I don't hate you, Pam. However, I still need you to give me the count. You will remain in this position until you do."

"Three," she cried, and within seconds he had her enfolded in his arms.

"Shh. It's over. All is forgiven, and you were very good about it. I'm proud of you."

She clutched his shoulders and sobbed harder than she could recall crying in her life, and yet, despite the slight tenderness in her backside, she felt amazingly free. Almost light. He rocked her until her tears finally subsided then reached for the tissues and helped clean her up.

She laughed a little at the scene she'd made. Though she'd cried like he'd whipped her bloody instead of giving her three firm smacks with his hand, his soft reassurances soothed her more than anything else could.

When she'd finally settled, he carried her back to the table and eased her into a chair.


"Tender," she admitted with a smile, which he promptly returned.

"All right. The first time is always the worst, though usually the lightest."

"That was light?" she choked out.

"Relatively speaking, yes."

"It hurt more than I thought it would."

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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Saturday, November 14, 2020

#SatSpanks - 11/14/20 - "A Dom's Dilemma" - Building Trust #BDSM #MedicalPlay #Dom-Sub

 She needed his protection, except he insisted on her honest submission first.

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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 first BDSM novel, A Dom's Dilemma, published by Blushing Books.  

In this scene, Jim, a former Texan who works as a police detective by day and lives and plays as a Dom by night, is mastering Kelly Franklin in the Velvet Chains BDSM club.  This is their first night together, and though Kelly is still a bit apprehensive of her new Dom, she's also far more attracted to him than she ever expected to be. After an intense session, he wraps her up in a blanket and holds her on his lap as they talk. Jim is interested in doing more with Kelly, but he senses she is hiding something. So, he remains cautious with her as he establishes their limits and discusses the possibility of more between them.

"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
Embarrassed, Kelly glanced down at her entwined fingers.  "I still don't understand why you insisted on using restraints though, Sir.  That does add an element of uneasiness to the experience, you know?"
"Yeah, I do.  You'll find I pretty much have a reason for everythin' I do, and your overreacting ended up makin' it necessary, I'd say."
She shrugged, not quite sure she agreed.  "Perhaps.  But you didn't know I was going to freak out when you told me you intended to restrain me."
"No, I didn't."
Frowning, Kelly met his gaze again.  "So why do it?"
"You gave the reason yourself, darlin'.  To build trust.  A sub who's restrained during a medical procedure is very vulnerable.  Wouldn't you say?"
"Yes, Sir."
"So, for her to let me do what I want, knowin' she might find it uncomfortable and embarrassing, takes a certain amount of trust, right?"  Kelly knew from experience that it did, so she agreed.  "That trust is precious, Kelly.  It's something I would never abuse, but it is something I have to build toward pretty quick if the two of us wanna start doin' some of the things I like.
"I suspect if I told you I needed to give you another enema, you wouldn't be happy about it, but the notion wouldn't send you into a fit of hysterics, either.  Would it?"
Admittedly, no, she wouldn't be happy.  However, when she considered how carefully he'd treated her, Kelly suspected he'd be able to convince her to submit, so she shook her head.  "No, Sir."
"No, you'd most likely agree without too much fuss.  And if I said I wanted to have anal sex, you might be a little fearful of the act, but not of me directly.  You'd trust me, even if you were uneasy about doin' what I wanted.  Right?"
Though that one wasn't quite so easy for Kelly to agree to, she did it to save an argument.  "Yes, Sir."
"Good.  Can you see the difference in your attitude now, versus how you felt when I first told you what I intended to do?"

Kelly has a past she's not willing to share with anyone, but withholding valuable information from a Dom is never a wise course of action for a sub to take. Jim hopes to impress this lesson, among others, on Kelly, even as he realizes it's too soon for him to insist she confide all her secrets. Instead, he tries to get her to understand why her trust is so important.

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Though A Dom's Dilemma is Kathryn R. Blake's first BDSM novel and second spanking romance (a romance where spanking takes a prominent place in the plot), it is not the first book she has written in which the hero spanks the heroine.  In fact, most of her novels have some sort of spanking in them.  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 desire for a certain amount of control.  They do not suffer defiance or disobedience lightly.  In fact, it is something they refuse to tolerate, and will take firm steps to ensure the undesirable behavior is not repeated.

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.  In addition, she has taken up the expensive hobby of making and selling jewelry

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Friday, November 13, 2020

Guest Post - 11/13/20 - "Timeless Honor" by Amber Daulton #TimeTravel #18thCentury #Mystery


When Jaye is offered the opportunity to return to her previous life in the 21st Century, she needs to decide whether to go home or remain in the 18th Century and take a chance on all the uncertainty it represents.


“You asked me earlier if I just wanted your body and I should’ve denied it. I appreciate your bluestocking ideals and your ability to hold an intelligent conversation. Those qualities are what men of standard should look for in a mistress.”

A frown crossed her face and Lucas held up his hand before she interrupted him. “If a man is smart, he’ll seek out a confident woman who can hold her own in any given situation and marry her if he’s lucky. If marriage is not permissible, he’ll visit her afterhours and support her if he has the means.” His father took mistresses no matter how much it pained his mother and Lucas had vowed never to hurt his wife the same way—but he didn’t have a wife to betray. “I’ll be loyal to you for as long as we are together. I hope we’ll part ways amicably and rendezvous again in the future―at least until you marry a man worthy of your esteem―but you have no reason to deny me since your purity is not intact.”

“You crude, insufferable prick. I should take this candle and shove it up your ass.”

His brow arched to his hairline. “I’m the crude one?” He laughed coldly. “That’s one thing I admire about you, Jaye. You’re not afraid to use foul language around me, but you watch yourself around others. You feel comfortable around me, yet I’m always on edge in your presence. Do you know fire rages in my groin every time I look at you?” He stepped closer to her and Jaye backed up against the door. Fear flashed in her eyes, followed by another spurt of anger, and Lucas retreated to give her breathing room. “Women of substance are hard to come by. Do you understand why I fancy you?”

“Yeah, I do, and it’s not romantic in the least.” Jaye clasped her hand over her chest as though her heart thumped too hard. “I’m not in the market for a spouse or a real relationship—I doubt you’re the right man for me anyway—but I accept your proposition as long as you keep the affair quiet as promised. That’s what I planned to tell you tonight.” She tunneled her hand through her hair. “This is ridiculous. Making love or dating someone shouldn’t feel like a contract.”

Annoyance flared in his veins. She doesn’t want to marry me? He should’ve felt relieved but she’d bruised his ego.

Lucas stroked his fingers down her cheekbone and blew warm air in her ear. “I promise.” He reached behind her, opened the door and waited for her to decide.

Her throat convulsed in a small bob and she backed up to enter the room. Lucas followed her and closed the door behind him. The heat in her gaze nearly melted him into a puddle at her feet. She placed her candle on the nightstand, he left his on a white-wood vanity, and the orange flames penetrated the shadows in the room.

Lucas closed the space between them. She stared up at him with trust in her eyes but she trembled as he clasped her waist. The silk bunched under his palms, heat radiated around her as though a fire burned inside her, and he parted the lapels of her robe to push the silk off her shoulders. Air lodged in his throat. Light gleamed off her nude body and highlighted her supple curves and dips. He cupped the creamy underside of her left breast as Jaye nuzzled his chest with her nose.

“Lie down, little jaybird,” he murmured as need pounded through him. He barely held himself together, but then Jaye pulled from his embrace, climbed on the bed and propped herself up on a mound of pillows by the headboard. Her hair fanned out like silk strands, her full breasts jutted out as though to tease him and the dark hair at the apex of her legs curled in little twists.

He stripped away his clothes and crawled into bed with her. The scent of lilac clung to Jaye’s skin as though they lay in a bed of flowers. The goodness in her soul called to him, cocooned him in warmth, but his past year of celibacy rushed through him like a red-hot poker. Lucas readied her with his fingers, drew sweet gasps from her throat, and a mixture of innocence and carnal knowledge beamed up at him through her jade-green eyes. Just one look from her, sultry or otherwise, knocked the air from his lungs. He flattened his hands beside her head, eased himself between her legs and pushed his shaft inside her.

Jaye Ramsey decides to prove to her eccentric grandmother that time travel only exists in movies by vacationing in Bolivia with her friends. After she wakes up in Hawksatter, England, 1735—the same town her grandmother supposedly vanished from as a young woman—Jaye finds refuge at a hunting lodge, but the strapping, reclusive baron who takes her in reminds her all too well she was a lone woman at his mercy.

Accused of murdering his newly wedded wife a decade earlier, Lord Lucas Kenway closed the family farm and shut out the world. He never expected the little spitfire he claims responsibility for would turn his quiet life upside down. Pushed together by fate and his meddling servants, Lucas wants Jaye on his own terms and refuses to surrender his hardened heart. 

Then a mysterious wise man offers Jaye a way home.

Should she return to the future and the only life she’s ever known, or stay in an uncertain past as a stranger in a new world?

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