Showing posts with label Aching To Submit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aching To Submit. Show all posts

Sunday, November 9, 2014

#Masturbation Monday



Well, I'm doing it...it's my first time participating in Masturbation Monday, Kayla Lords Blog Hop. If you know me, you know I'm kind of red in the face right now, but I'm giving it a go. Aching to Submit opens with a masturbation scene so why not? I mean, it's already written! And it's on sale for the month of November from $4.95 to $2.99! Here is the scene...before I back out! 





Prologue

Sophie drew the curtains of the study windows closed. She returned to her desk and cleared the contents from its surface. Unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse, she lifted her breasts up out of the cups of her bra. She spread her legs to shoulder width and bent forward, laying her torso across the desk before reaching back to push her panties down to just beneath her hips. She lifted her skirt up over her back to bare her bottom.

She remained like this for a few moments, her arms stretched to either side of the desk, her back arched, imagining how she looked as she prepared to be disciplined.

She glanced once more at the picture of the punished girl on her computer screen, taking in the soft curves of her parted thighs, the stripes of the cane across her buttocks, the glistening pink lips of her bare, exposed sex.

Her nipples pressed against the cool leather top of the desk and her fingers found her swollen, slick nub. She pinched and kneaded, moaning, lifting to stand on the balls of her feet as the muscles of her calves, her thighs, her buttocks tensed. She lay her cheek down on the desk and closed her eyes, giving herself over to her imagination while a stream of sunlight penetrated from between the drawn curtains, warming her face.

Behind her eyes she imagined him, the tall, dark stranger. He had no voice today, although sometimes he chastised her verbally as he punished her physically. She arched her back on his command, lifting herself to him, offering herself to him. She could almost feel the sting of his thick leather belt, hear the sound it would make as it struck soft flesh, know the pain it would deliver.

Moisture soaked her fingers and ran down her thighs as he continued to punish her. She spread her legs wider, wanting more, opening herself to her phantom disciplinarian.
She imagined when he would switch over to the cane, striping her bottom red before telling her to reach back and spread herself open, to prepare to have her bottom hole caned. She would melt her torso deeper into the desk, lifting her hips higher to him. With a slight flick of his wrist, the cane would come down onto that most private, most vulnerable part of her.
Once her punishment was over, he’d have her remain as she was, bent over, her bottom throbbing, exposed, marked.


Her breath came in gasps and her fingers worked faster as she neared orgasm until finally she came, her hips bucking, pelvic bones scratching against the rough edges of the desk, the only softness that of her cotton panties as they slid to the floor.




Blurb

Though deeply in love with her husband Michael, for years Sophie has longed to give him not only her love, but her submission as well. In spite of her yearning to kneel at his feet, fear of rejection keeps her from sharing the truth with him. Though she would never give her body to another man, her need to submit drives her to seek out others like herself and learn more… until Michael discovers her deception and she fears her marriage may be over.

Despite the anger and sadness which tear at his heart when he learns that his wife has kept such an important secret from him, Michael is not going to give up the love of his life without a fight. It will take time, but he is more than ready to be the man she needs, the man to whom she will gladly submit. First, though, she must be firmly disciplined for her betrayal of his trust…

Standing naked before her husband, awaiting a punishment which will bring her to tears and leave her bare bottom red and sore, submission suddenly feels truly real to Sophie for the first time. As Michael asserts his dominance more and more with each passing day, Sophie begins to see him in a way she has never seen him before, and her desire for him seems to know no bounds. But is this just a second honeymoon of sorts, or will Sophie’s submission endure through the trials of everyday life?

Publisher’s Note: Aching to Submit is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, exhibitionism, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Friday, April 25, 2014

Shame #satspanks


I must have been feeling emotional when I chose this week's snippet for Saturday Spankings! It's from Aching to Submit where Michael is trying to get Sophie to talk to him, to open up to him about what is going on in her head but shame keeps her mute... 


* * * *

I just need more time with the move; everything is so different here and youre gone so much.

His expression changed, guilt twisting his mouth, but he had nothing to feel guilty about.

She put her hand on his arm and slid a little closer, tucking herself into him, I understand about work and Im not blaming you, just give me some time, okay?

Michael hugged her tighter to his body.

I love you, baby, whatever it is, I dont care, well figure it out, work through it. You know that, right?

She nodded, somehow able to form her mouth into a smile even as the crying began anew while he held her, just rocking her, keeping her face buried in his chest, cradling the back of her head. She trusted him completely, didnt she? She could tell him anything; just not this. 




Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Her Phantom Disciplinarian #dungeoncrawl




I feel like I've been completely out of touch for ages even though it's only been a little over a week. Holidays are different in Holland than in the US so we've had more days off here and with the family at home, there's not much time left for writing, blogging or getting kinky. Happy to be back today just in time for Romancing the Kink's Dungeon Crawl. 

I'm sharing a piece form Aching to Submit, probably the closest to my heart out of all I've written. It's a piece from the opening of the story...enjoy.

* * * *

Sophie drew the curtains of the study windows closed. She returned to her desk and cleared the contents from its surface. Unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse, she lifted her breasts up out of the cups of her bra. She spread her legs to shoulder width and bent forward, laying her torso across the desk before reaching back to push her panties down to just beneath her hips. She lifted her skirt up over her back to bare her bottom.

She remained like this for a few moments, her arms stretched to either side of the desk, her back arched, imagining how she looked as she prepared to be disciplined.

She glanced once more at the picture of the punished girl on her computer screen, taking in the soft curves of her parted thighs, the stripes of the cane across her buttocks, the glistening pink lips of her bare, exposed sex.

Her nipples pressed against the cool leather top of the desk and her fingers found her swollen, slick nub. She pinched and kneaded, moaning, lifting to stand on the balls of her feet as the muscles of her calves, her thighs, her buttocks tensed. She lay her cheek down on the desk and closed her eyes, giving herself over to her imagination while a stream of sunlight penetrated from between the drawn curtains, warming her face.

Behind her closed eyelids she imagined him, the tall, dark stranger. He had no voice today, although sometimes he chastised her verbally as he punished her physically. She arched her back on his command, lifting herself to him, offering herself to him. She could almost feel the sting of his thick leather belt, hear the sound it would make as it struck soft flesh, know the pain it would deliver.
Moisture soaked her fingers and ran down her thighs as he continued to punish her. She spread her legs wider, wanting more, opening herself to her phantom disciplinarian. 




Wednesday, February 26, 2014

A Belt Whipping for Sophie

Romancing the Kink is hosting the new Dungeon Crawl Blog Hop - a weekly blog hop for spankos and BDSM'ers alike!

As is typical for Sheri Savill and Trent Evans (over at RTK), there are no rules!! WooHoo. It's all about being inclusive and open to all...I did warn Sheri to reign Trent in - he's kind of wordy... ;)

So today to kick off the first of what I hope are many more blog hops to come, I'd like to share a snippet from Aching to Submit - the book closest to my heart. For some reason, this scene has been on my mind and I find it utterly hot. I hope you enjoy.

* * * *

Before she had a chance to panic, Michael brought the belt down, listening to the sound it made
as it connected with her buttocks, watching the quivering of her flesh, followed by the clenching

of her cheeks. 

She barely managed to keep her hands on the wall, but lifted her leg, pressing her thighs together as she managed the pain before setting her leg back down. He struck again, the second one a little higher than the first. She made a sound; it wasn’t quite a cry, more a soft, feminine, fragile sound. The third and last struck at the crease beneath her buttocks and at that, she did call out.


“Stay,” he said, his voice rough. He threw the belt on the bed and unzipped his pants. Lifting her from behind and pressing her into the wall, he thrust his cock deep into her dripping pussy. Keeping her trapped between his chest and the wall, he cupped her clit in one hand and rubbed, pinching roughly at the swollen little nub until she was whimpering, her pussy clamping down over his cock, milking it as he, with a final thrust, stilled behind her, a groan vibrating from deep inside his chest.


When he pulled out, he slapped her ass hard, then gripped it in his palm.


“Ow!”


“Shh. Stay there, skirt hiked up, until my cum drips out of your pussy,” he said, leaning

down to close his mouth over her neck, just behind her ear, sucking a little. 

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Friday, February 14, 2014

Aching to Submit #Spanking Book Club Discussion Today

First, a wish for each of you to have a beautiful Valentine's Day. I hope you all get spanked or get to spank, depending. One or the other for sure though.

I have to admit, I usually forget this day but I've also missed more than five wedding anniversaries in the years we've been married. Yes, my own!!!

Today is special though because Casey McKay is hosting my book, Aching to Submit, as the book to be discussed on Celeste Jones' Spanking Book Club. She's asked some questions I'd like to know people's answers to so come over and have a look. Even if you haven't read the book, you'll still be able to participate in answering the questions.

Here's the link to the post. See you there!

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Aching To Submit Discussion Friday, Valentine's Day


When good friend and fellow author Casey McKay told me a few months ago that she wanted to host Aching to Submit on Celeste Jones's book club, I was thrilled. I'd never had a book featured there before and this book in particular is very close to my heart.

Casey has put together some questions and discussion points so please mark your calendars and drop by if you can. This Friday, Valentine's Day (lucky me), is the day.

Here is an excerpt. This is the scene between Michael and Sophie after Michael has found out that Sophie has been visiting the BDSM club, L'Opera, without him. Michael has just gotten home and Sophie has prepared a special meal with the intention of telling him tonight about her secret desires. only he beats her to it...

* * * *

“Right on time.” She looked up at him. He looked different, disheveled. Her stomach was in knots and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to eat a bite of the meal she’d prepared. She was going to tell him tonight. She’d been practicing how she’d say it ever since she’d gotten home this afternoon. But now that he was here, well, it was different.

“Smells good,” Michael said, still holding onto her, his eyes searching her face as if they were looking for something. She had the impression he couldn’t have cared less about the food as his hands kneaded the flesh of her upper arms.

“I just took the salmon out; we should probably eat before it gets cold,” she said. Something was off.

“M-hmm.”

He was acting strange. He released her arms and she went back into the kitchen. He followed her in.
“You’ve already had a glass?” he asked, taking a wineglass out of the cupboard and pouring from the bottle that stood open on the counter.

“Not much, I just poured it.” She’d needed something to help her relax.

He took a bigger sip than she would have expected; he was usually so controlled. When she turned to plate the salmon, she could feel his eyes on her back the entire time.

“Is this the new bottle you bought?” he asked, picking up the bottle and looking at the label.

She nodded without looking at him as a chill ran up her spine. “It’s the Chablis. Everything okay, Michael?” she asked, trying to sound casual, keeping her hands busy.

“Everything’s perfect,” he answered. But his tone said everything was anything but perfect. “We ready to eat?”

She looked at him, then nodded. “If you’ll bring the bottle.” She dropped her gaze first and walked into the dining room. When she got to the table, what she saw lying in the center made everything stop. Everything except for the plate of fish, which shattered on the hardwood floor.

“Sit down, Sophie,” Michael said, coming up behind her.

She shuddered and turned to look at him over her shoulder. Her face, she was certain, was as white as the wall.

His gaze was blue ice on hers.

“Sit down. Now.”

Crushing shards of her favorite serving dish beneath her shoes, she walked to take her seat. Her eyes turned once again to the black leather paddle that took up the center of the dining room table.


He knew.

* * * *
Though deeply in love with her husband Michael, for years Sophie has longed to give him not only her love, but her submission as well. In spite of her yearning to kneel at his feet, fear of rejection keeps her from sharing the truth with him. Though she would never give her body to another man, her need to submit drives her to seek out others like herself and learn more… until Michael discovers her deception and she fears her marriage may be over.

Despite the anger and sadness which tear at his heart when he learns that his wife has kept such an important secret from him, Michael is not going to give up the love of his life without a fight. It will take time, but he is more than ready to be the man she needs, the man to whom she will gladly submit. First, though, she must be firmly disciplined for her betrayal of his trust…

Standing naked before her husband, awaiting a punishment which will bring her to tears and leave her bare bottom red and sore, submission suddenly feels truly real to Sophie for the first time. As Michael asserts his dominance more and more with each passing day, Sophie begins to see him in a way she has never seen him before, and her desire for him seems to know no bounds. But is this just a second honeymoon of sorts, or will Sophie’s submission endure through the trials of everyday life?

Publisher’s Note: Aching to Submit is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, exhibitionism, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Saturday, September 28, 2013

How Much Spanking Is Enough? #SatSpanks



Today's snippet comes from Aching To Submit. Kyan, the club owner, is using a paddle on Sophie while Michael, her husband, watches her as she takes the punishment. Kyan has become a sort of mentor to Michael - teaching him what his wife needs and wants.

In reality, if your partner isn't naturally inclined to kink, there's definitely a learning curve and it's not always easy for them to understand how much we can take and how much we want to take. In this scene, Michael learns.

It gets pretty hot after this piece but here are my allotted sentences worth… I hope you enjoy.

* * * *
“She can take more than you think,” Kyan said to Michael, his breath shorter as he continued to spank her while speaking.

“Look at her expression, her eyes; her pupils are dilated. Her face is soft. She’s crying softly, but it’s nowhere near too much or even enough at this point.”

Michael nodded in understanding, watching his wife’s face, listening to the sounds she made. Her lips were swollen, her mouth slightly open, her eyes red from crying but soft, just soft. 


Friday, September 27, 2013

Monday, September 23, 2013

Submission and Trust


Posted on Spanking Romance on 9/23/2013

I've always known that trust is essential to submission. That was kind of a given. But having read the recent Round Table Discussions, I really thought about that trust for the first time.

Sometimes I look up the definitions of words I know the meaning of and am surprised at the true definitions, or maybe the way to say it is they add another layer to my understanding of the word.

There was one comment in particular that Gemini made about the gift of Dominance. As a sub, I am completely and selfishly focused on myself and this was interesting to read. In my post, I spoke about struggling with submission - wanting to give it but being unable to. After reading what Gemini wrote, something clicked for me. When giving the gift of submission, you must trust that the gift of Dominance will be given in return. It's like you have to trust that the one you are giving your submission to can take it, can accept it and give you back what you need - fill the lack with his Dominance.

In Aching To Submit, the blurb reads that Sophie hadn't told her husband of her kink out of fear of rejection. Yes, that's one side of things, but there's also the other side - maybe she wasn't sure or didn't trust that he could take it and give her back what she needed - his Dominance.

 * * * *

Once in the attic, she stripped off her clothes and folded them, setting them on top of one of the boxes. She laid the belt on the chair and chose a corner, touching her nose to it and clasping opposite elbows behind her back so her bottom would be displayed for him once he came up.

Michael’s dominant nature surprised her. No, that wasn’t it. He was dominant in every way, but the fact that he took on his new role with such zeal was what surprised her. There would be pain tonight; she wasn’t fool enough not to believe that. But she also believed there would be pleasure afterwards. Riding that fine line between the two opposites thrilled her, her submission itself almost better than the orgasm.

It was a good twenty minutes before she finally heard his step on the landing, and when she did her entire being shook with anticipation.

“Good choice,” he said, and she knew he must be looking at the belt.

She didn’t dare turn around until he called her to him after a few moments. He stood in front of the single chair that sat in the middle of the room on top of the rug. She made her way over to him.
He was shirtless and barefoot and she couldn’t help but look at the wide span of his shoulders, his powerful, muscular arms. “Bend over and put your hands on the seat of the chair,” he said. He wasn’t yet holding the belt.

She turned and did as he said, knowing to keep her legs wide as she supported her weight on her hands, looking straight down at the doubled-over belt. It wasn’t a moment before his fingers were massaging a cool cream over her anus.

“This plug is a little bigger than the last one,” he said, his voice coming out a little hoarse as his finger penetrated her tight ring. “I want it in your ass when I whip you.”

She made a sound, unable to manage words, taking in the not-unpleasant sensations.

“Good girl, that’s it,” he encouraged as he pulled his fingers out and began to insert the plug. With that she struggled a bit; he wasn’t kidding that it was bigger and thicker. Michael pressed it in and pulled it out, patient and slow, waiting for her to open and accept it. “You can take it, Soph, come on, open. Reach your hips back. That’s it. Push against it. Almost there.”

She made another sound as the thickest part penetrated and the plug was finally seated firmly inside her.
“You can straighten up,” Michael said. He went to wash his hands in the corner sink.

Sophie tightened her muscles around the plug, which was heavier than she’d anticipated. Michael returned with a pair of leather cuffs.

“Hold out your hands,” he said.

“You don’t have to bind…” she began.

“How many additional strokes do you think you deserve for speaking when you did not have permission to speak?”

She stared at him. “I’m sorry, Sir,” she said quickly. “I just…”

“Ten more, then. Another word and we’ll make it twenty on top of what you’re already going to get.”

She stared at him, her mouth open, but luckily too smart to keep talking.

“Hold your hands out,” he said.

She extended them to him and he bound them in front of her before sitting down on the chair. “Lay yourself across my lap,” he said.

Sophie took a step to his side and held on to his thigh as she leaned forward, then put her hands to the floor. Once she was situated, he trapped both her legs between his and pulled her tight to him. She then felt the weight of the belt as he laid it over her low back.

“I like you like this,” he said, his hand circling her buttocks, then pressing on the base of the plug before dipping down into her pussy. “You’re wet, Soph, even for your punishment you’re wet. But pain before pleasure and this is going to hurt. Are you ready?”

“I don’t know, Sir,” she said, her voice wavering.

He chuckled and slapped her ass once, then caressed softly before repeating the motion on the other cheek. The caress was just momentary and only heightened her anxiety as she knew the strike that followed would be sharp and quick.

“Ow,” she said, already squirming.

“Oh, honey,” he said and she could hear the smile in his voice, “this is nothing compared to what’s coming.”

He slapped harder and she struggled against each one, but with her hands bound as they were and her legs trapped between his, it was useless. When he picked up the belt, however, she shoved her full weight against him, trying to get free, panic overriding everything else.

Michael pulled her to him, holding her tight by her waist. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay, Soph. It’s me. You can take this; you’ll feel better for it.”

“Easy for you to say,” she cried.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, surprising her.

She turned her head to meet his eyes. “No.”

Her eyes, which had been dry until then, suddenly filled with tears that overflowed onto the carpet beneath her. “I don’t want you to stop. I’m just scared. I think I made a mistake. I think I should have chosen a different belt,” she cried.

He laughed out loud, but it wasn’t cruel. In fact, as he did it, he hugged her to him, rubbing her back. “Baby,” he began, “you think I’d have let you get away with that?” he asked. He was massaging her low back.

That was the moment she understood that he wouldn’t have let her off the hook.

Goose bumps covered the flesh over her entire body as this realization settled upon her. She exhaled and closed her eyes, relishing the release, the knowledge that she was safe here in his arms and that she could lean on him, that he would carry her. That he could carry her.