Showing posts with label Domestic Discipline. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Domestic Discipline. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

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Domestic Discipline and the seductive anticipation of spanking by Cara Bristol


I'm thrilled to welcome Cara Bristol back with her new release, Domestic Discipline!  Sexy little excerpt she's brought too. Here she is!
Seduction is the anticipation of sex. It’s a dance, forward and backward. Advance and retreat. Flirting, touches, smiles, sexual innuendo. The build up to sex heightens the actual experience, the intercourse part.  Seduction occurs in erotic romance as the characters get to know each other, discover their attraction, and let the chemistry work its magic before they fall into bed.
The seduction is as hot and stirring as the act itself.
In spanking romance, the same thing occurs. There is an anticipation of a spanking. The heroine does something that she knows she’ll be punished for and she feels such delicious dread. She worries about hero finding out what she’s done, she plots how she might get out of it, she bargains with him, tries to talk him out of it. And then it all culminates the act: she is over his knee and her bottom is being roundly smacked.
Sigh…
Readers not familiar with spanking romance might perceive the buildup, the preamble as fear of the hero instead as seduction. But for spanking fiction lovers, the dread is part of the enjoyment.
What do you think? Do you find the heroine’s dread delicious or unappealing?
An excerpt from Rahn’s Way, Domestic Discipline
Taking a deep breath, she pushed into Rahm’s office. The door snicked shut. The click of doom.
Her heart and stomach fluttered in the way they always did when she had to confront a very pissed off Rahm. And he was. Very pissed off. She could tell from the tilt of his head, the set of his jaw.
“Lock the door,” he said.
After she turned the deadbolt, he stood and rounded the desk. “Is there something you want to say to me?” he asked.
“I had planned to tell you!” she said. Her knees knocked together, but she strove for a good show by stomping to the guest chair and plopping her butt into it. Then wished she hadn’t because now he towered over her, and the small metal plug he’d inserted in her ass before they’d left for work didn’t seem all that tiny. She shifted onto one hip.
He leaned against his desk and crossed his arms. “Tell me what?”
He knew. And she knew he knew, so why did a verbal confession seem to carry so much more weight? Why couldn’t they take their knowledge and fly away like pigs?
Because that wasn’t Rahm’s way. He insisted on a full accounting. Rahm’s way or the highway. Rahm’s way or her ass.
No, Rahm’s way and her ass. He would spank her over this. And it wouldn’t be a pretty- please-spank-me-again-it-hurts-so-good kind of paddling. But a wailing-begging-sleep-on-her- stomach-afterwards spanking.

Domestic Discipline Blurb:
Love, desire, domination, and submission. Two domestic discipline romances by USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol in one volume.
Wife on the Lam
Janelle wants to take a luxury vacation for her wedding anniversary. Despite numerous hints, husband Brent misses all the clues and plans a business trip! Miffed, she flies off alone to a luxury resort. She’s going to celebrate—with or without him.
Brent didn’t have to work. He’d planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but he’s not going to let her ruin their anniversary, too. He has a little trick up his sleeve to take his errant wife in hand and get their marriage back on track.
Rahm’s Way
Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahm’s love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, he’s home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants things exactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?
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Author Bio
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes “nice and naughty” stories of love, romance, and humor featuring strong alpha heroes. She is a no. 1 bestseller in BDSM erotica, science fiction romance, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She is best known for her Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series and her Breeder D/s sci-fi romance series. She lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband. 
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Friday, April 1, 2016

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Educating His Bride: A 1950s #Spanking Romance by Cara Bristol

I have Cara Bristol visiting today with her newest release, Educating His Bride! This is a sexy 1950s spanking romance and I'm just going to share one of my favorite scenes with you! First, the blurb:
Blurb:
From college coed to professor’s naughty bride…
It’s the 1950s. Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s sexual education has just begun.
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In this scene, college student Margaret has received a bad grade on her English paper. But a bad grade isn’t all she’s going to get.
Dejected, she slid into a vacant desk, still warm from another student’s derriere. She thumbed through her essay. Cliché. More analysis needed. What about…. Red-inked comments in a masculine scrawl spilled across every single one of the eight pages she’d typed so beautifully. Didn’t typing count for anything?
Her heart sank to the soles of her rounded-toe baby-doll pumps. She’d waited until the night before the due date to write the paper, but she deserved better than a D! And she intended to tell Professor Thurston so.
After the last student left, he gestured to the door. “Shall we go?”
She preceded him into the hall. 
“Do you have a class now?” he asked.
“No. My next period is free.”
“Good. We have time to talk.”
They exited Delmar Hall, named for an alumnus patron, and strolled down the walkway over rolling grassy hills dotted with stately oaks and flowering shrubs. A few stubborn blossoms clung to dogwood trees outside the library. Over a knoll, she spotted the Whitmore Building.
Some students glanced their way, a few who knew the professor greeted him, but mostly people ignored them. Margaret clutched her notebook to her chest. “You grade me harder than you do everyone else.”
“Please hold the discussion until we’re in my office.”
They entered Whitmore and climbed the stairs to the second floor. She waited while he checked with the secretary for messages then they proceeded to his office around the corridor. Two black nameplates lettered in white read, Asst. Professor Thurston and Asst. Professor Abernathy. He unlocked the door and motioned for her to enter.
The small office contained two battered wooden desks, the left one buried under a hazardous mountain of paper and academic debris, the one on the right neat as a pin. A tall shelving unit, shared by both professors, sagged under the weight of well-used literature and reference volumes. A wall clock ticked.
“Have a seat.” The professor shut the door and assumed his place behind the neat desk.
She perched on the edge of a straight-back chair, ankles together, and adjusted her skirt over her knees.
The man she loved steepled his fingers. “Now, tell me why you believe I grade you harder than anybody else.”
She wet her lips. “Because you do.” 
“My standards are no more exacting for you than they are for any other student. I expect excellence from each of you.” 
“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”
He flipped open a record book and ran his finger down a list. “As it stands now, your grade is a shaky C minus. If you don’t do well on the final next week, you run the risk of getting a D in the course.” He snapped the grade book closed. “We had a discussion after your last paper, did we not?”
“Yes.”
“I believe I warned you what the consequences would be if you failed to get at least a B.” He opened his middle desk drawer.
Yes, they’d talked about—but he couldn’t be serious.

He withdrew a thick, heavy eighteen-inch measuring stick. “Lock the office door, please.” 

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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

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Correcting the Coeds and the History of Sex Toys by Cara Bristol

Correcting the Coeds and the history of sex toys…
By Cara Bristol
When I set out to write a spanking romance in the 1950s I wanted it to be erotic and hot, but also historically accurate. I didn’t want to slap a poodle skirt on the heroine and call it “historical.” I knew that spanking existed in the 1950s (of course), but for my story, I also needed to know what sex toys were in use.
Sex toys have been around for a long time. While innovations in materials have been made in the 21st and 20th centuries, the items themselves originated far earlier. Here’s a timeline for some items:
28,000 BC – Dildos. Stone dildos have been found dating back to the Ice Age (dates vary from 23,000-28,000 BC, depending on source.).
500 AD – Ben Wa balls were invented by the Japanese.
1560s – Condoms were used in Europe to help prevent the spread of syphilis. Gabriel Fallopius (for whom Fallopian tubes are named) suggested linen condoms. (There’s evidence to suggest that condoms were in use 3000 BC, even 15,000 BC).
1860s – Rubber condoms and diaphragms /cervical caps came into usage after vulcanized rubber is patented in 1844.
1869 – Vibrator invented. Steam powered, vibrators were used by doctors to treat women’s “hysteria.”
1892 – Butt plugs are advertised. Made of hard rubber, “rectal dilators” were ostensibly created to treat hemorrhoids and constipation.
1960 – The first birth control pill is available in the U.S.
Of course, these are the first recorded examples of sexual aids. This does not mean that people did not fashion their own. I’ve read historical romances in which wooden butt plugs were used; I don’t know how accurate that was.
But now you know that when you read my story, Educating His Bride, all the toys mentioned in the story were used in the 1950s!
Here are a couple of sources: Ancient origins of sex toys, history of birth control.
Educating His Bride from Correcting the Coeds blurb
Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s education has just begun.

An excerpt from Correcting the Coeds
“Now, tell me why you believe I grade you harder than anybody else.”
She wet her lips. “Because you do.” 
“My standards are no more exacting for you than they are for any other student. I expect excellence from each of you.” 
“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”
He flipped open a record book and ran his finger down a list. “As it stands now, your grade is a shaky C minus. If you don’t do well on the final next week, you run the risk of getting a D in the course.” He snapped the grade book closed. “We had a discussion after your last paper, did we not?”
“Yes.”
“I believe I warned you what the consequences would be if you failed to get at least a B.” He opened his middle desk drawer.
Yes, they’d talked about—but he couldn’t be serious.
He withdrew a thick, heavy eighteen-inch measuring stick. “Lock the office door, please.” 
Her feet obeyed, even as her mind rebelled. Will he really do this? Her hand shook as she twisted the key. She supposed she could have fled screaming down the corridor, except ladies did not run, let alone scream.
Henry closed the Venetian blinds and switched on a lamp.
She leaned against the stout wood of the door, her eyes riveted on the nasty ruler.
“Come forward, please.” He beckoned with a curl of his fingers. “Put your hands on the desk. Do not remove them until your punishment is over.”
“Henry, please,” she beseeched.
“Now, Margaret.” His expression implacable, he folded his arms. There would be no budging him.
Seeing him so, so stern did something funny to her insides. Made them quiver. It wasn’t all nerves, either. She shuffled forward to place her palms against the blotter. I can do this. How bad can it be? He won’t spank me hard. He only intends to scare me.
He moved the chair out of the way. “Fifteen spanks.”
Fifteen? She’d expected two or three at most. Hadn’t expected any if the truth be told.
She sensed movement and then the ruler struck her backside, blazing a line of fire, and she cried out. 
“That’s one,” he said. 
The only thing worse than being spanked would be the humiliation of discovery. She clamped her lips together and braced for the next strike.
Another pain-laden streak lanced through several layers of clothing. She couldn’t imagine the impact on bare skin.
“Two,” he said. 
Thwack! The length of the ruler struck both cheeks at once, and her hands flew off the desk to protect her bottom.
“You know where your hands belong. Put them there unless you want extra strokes.”
She slapped her palms onto the desk.
“That was three,” he said.
A whoosh then the measuring stick seared the crease where buttocks met thigh and, despite her resolve to remain silent, a little cry escaped.
“I’m sorry I have to punish you, but you promised to do better. You made a commitment. That was four.”
Margaret sucked back the tears. “Maybe I didn’t break a promise. Maybe I’m not smart enough.”
“I don’t believe that about you for an instant. You didn’t do well because you didn’t apply yourself.”
He applied himself with another stroke that got Margaret dancing on tiptoes in an attempt to alleviate the burn.

Author bio
Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 20 erotic romance titles. She writes spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

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His Rebellious Queen #Newrelease #Spanking Romance by Casey McKay

I have Casey McKay here today with her brand new and very first sci-fi spanking romance! I love sci-fi, it's one of my favorite genres to read and write, and His Rebellious Queen was a hot read with a really great plot, characters whom you loved but wanted to slap across the head at times, spankings and sex, lots of it, and the typical McKay humor tossed in that just makes you chuckle at random (and mostly inappropriate) moments. Here's Casey!

Hi Natasha! Thanks for having me over today to talk about my new release. I had a lot of fun writing my first sci fi romance. Writing romance in general is fun. Coming up with new and interesting characters, sexy men and sassy women, and I get to give them all the happy endings they deserve. What's not to love? But writing regular humans in romance novels you are still stuck in the confines of the regular human world.

I mean how many times have you thought life would be so much easier if your husband could just read your mind? I know I've thought it. Instead of having to explain myself it would be so nice if he just already knew. Of course he can't and he often likes to tell me he isn't a mind reader. So when I was writing this sci fi novel I was trying to think about what would make a Cassian so different from a regular human. I decided it would make Astor all that more delicious if he could read Lyra's mind.

Astor is a Cassian and Lyra is a human, but they discover that they have this telepathic link between them. Not all Cassian's have this skill, but Astor is skilled in more ways than one.

He's so in tune with Lyra that he knows what she'll respond to before she even does. (That has to be the ultimate perk, no more frantic directions in bed? “A little to the left, harder, harder—Oh my god, don't stop!”)

But of course there are drawbacks too. Think about it, he can read her mind! I don't think I would like that after all...

Here is an excerpt where Astor and Lyra first discover they have this telepathic link. And Astor is very much using it to his advantage. They've had an argument and he caught Lyra trying to help a revolutionary escape.


"Your body is mine to do with as I please," he reminded her, she could hear the anger and disappointment in his tone. But unlike other times, she did not feel it, she could not process anything but his fingers that trespassed into every part of her. He pinned her in his gaze, thrusting deeper into her pussy and pushing further into her back entrance.
She screwed her eyes shut and whimpered. He had shown her before that he demanded obedience, when he had discovered her in the hallway with Rand she feared he would spank her, whip her, lock her in their rooms, she never imagined this. He was punishing her in the most carnal of ways, she would have rather had the corporal punishment.
"I have not completely ruled that out," he said, as if responding to her thoughts.
Her eyes shot open and she looked at him in shock, had he just read her thoughts? He looked just as surprised as she, perhaps just realizing that she hadn't spoken aloud at all, yet he had heard her.
Bastard, she thought, ridding her mind of any other thought, she projected it into her mind.
He let out a deep chuckle, but it frightened her because it was a humorless laugh. "That is what you decided on? We discover a telepathic link and you dare call me names?" He arched a brow at her and angled his body closer as she seemed to have achieved in putting some distance between them. He hooked his leg under her top leg, pulling their bodies together and burying his digits deeper within her.
"Ah!" she yelled out, as he buried himself up to his knuckle, stretching her rosebud further.
Behave, she heard him say. His voice was crisp and clear and she could note the stern warning tone, but her eyes had never moved from his face and he had not opened his mouth. He raised his eyebrows as if daring her to disobey. Goosebumps rose on her skin as she realized not only could he hear her thoughts, but she could hear his. What did this mean?
As she was trying to process this, his thumb tapped her clit and he wiggled his fingers inside of her. "Please!" she called out, frenzied by his treatment of her.
"Please stop or please more?" he asked, with a knowing look.

Blurb for His Rebellious Queen
Lyra didn't expect her arranged marriage to be easy. But she also didn't think it was going to be so hard. Moving to a distant planet to become queen was one thing. Learning to take orders from her Alpha, warrior husband was quite another. 

Astor knew from the moment he was appointed king there would be no other woman for him. Fulfilling a promise from his past to protect and keep her safe, he claims Lyra as his wife and queen. When she routinely skirts the rules and defies his orders, he realizes he will need to take his feisty wife in hand in the way the Cassians have done for centuries.  

But when a plot for revolution follows the new queen and the secrets they're both keeping become exposed, will Astor be able to convince his rebellious queen that they are on the same side or will Lyra's trust come too little too late?

His Rebellious Queen is a sci fi romance about love, trust, and starting over. 
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Thursday, May 28, 2015

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Irresistible Attractions New Rod and Cane Society Book by Cara Bristol #spanking

Cara Bristol is here today with her brand new addition to the Rod and Cane Society books, Irresistible Attractions! Rod and Cane are some of the best domestic discipline romances and as soon as Cara releases one, I eat it up! This one is no exception! Now I'm off to read...here's Cara!
In D/s and DD spanking romances, the hero sets rules for the heroine to follow. Failure to obey the rules results in punishment. I’d like to talk about rules in general for a moment.
Do you consider yourself to be a rule follower or a rule breaker? Is it more important to obey the letter or the spirit of the law?
Rules have positive benefits:

• They create order out of chaos.
• They promote equality by applying the same guidelines to everyone.
• They make decisions easier. Don’t know what to do? Follow the rules.
But rules presume a specific set of circumstances, and when variables in the situation occur, rules can have the opposite effect than was intended.
For instance, stealing is wrong. Agree?
If someone broke into your house and stole your television, robbed you of your wallet at gunpoint, or conducted a scam that bilked hundreds out of their life savings, most people would deem those acts as criminal and expect the perpetrator to be brought to justice.
But what about a starving person who steals a loaf of bread? Is that theft as “wrong” as the previous examples? Should the thief be prosecuted? The rules would say yes.
Should rules still be followed if no one will be injured by not following them or if no one will know that the rules were broken at all? Imagine you’re driving across country. The posted speed limit is 65 miles per hour. It’s a straight road in good weather in broad daylight without another vehicle in sight. Do you follow the law and drive at 65? Or do you break the rules and drive a little faster?
Hannah Laurie, the heroine of Irresistible Attractions, is subject to a lot of rules in her job with a cleaning service. She considers herself to be a rule follower. She gets to work on time and does what she’s supposed to without supervision. When she has the opportunity to snoop through confidential documents to find out more about the Rod and Cane Society, about which she is very curious, she doesn’t even consider it.
But when she has a chance to try out the spanking equipment in Rod and Cane’s secret disciplinary chamber without anyone knowing, the temptation proves too strong to resist… 
An excerpt from Irresistible Attractions
Vacuuming finished, she wound the cord around the cleats and pushed the machine into the hall, remembering how she’d gotten flustered and left it on the elevator. Jordan Bevy must have thought she was a ditz. Naturally she would make an ass of herself in front of the sexiest man she’d ever encountered. He made the guys at her college look like little kids.
Hannah halted in the doorway giving the room a final perusal. Spic and spank. Dust free. Paddles aligned in neat rows. Benches polished.
She eyed her favorite. Gorgeous cherry grain. Slick, smooth leather, the kind resistant to sweat stains, she suspected. In her fantasies, she knelt on that bench. Dare she try it out for real? Doing so violated the rules, but it wouldn’t disturb anything, and tonight might be her sole chance. Amberlyn would come back—or Tidy Titans would replace her. Either way, she’d never be alone in the mansion again.
Before she lost her nerve, she strode to the apparatus. Spastic butterflies beat frantic wings in her stomach as she knelt on the lower padded seat and relaxed her torso atop the upper one. She wiggled her wrists into the leather loops attached to the front legs. She peeked over her shoulder at her reflection and winced at her big booty, covered in unattractive gray wash-and-wear cotton poly. Not her best feature. Why couldn’t she have had a cute little butt to go along with her short stature?
Hannah freed her hands from the restraints and tugged up the skirt. Her lace thong left her backside near naked. Twisting her arm, she swatted one pasty cheek. Smack! Smack! Buns of steel? More like jiggles of Jell-O. She slapped herself several more times. It was hard to get a good swing. If only she had longer arms…
Or an implement.
Hannah scurried to the wall and snatched a short, slender cane then hopped back on the bench and hiked her dress over her waist again.
She tapped herself with the rod. More kiss than slap, it imparted only a slight sting. Tightening her grip, she swung a little harder. Ow! She wiggled her bottom. Nice tingle, but it disappeared too fast.
She was so bad. This was breaking every rule and some that hadn’t been written yet. Tidy Titans’ Rule No. 35: Do not try out clients’ spanking equipment.
Hannah giggled and landed another strike on her bottom. “You’re a naughty girl,” she chided aloud, imagining her fantasy man saying it. But, this time, he had Jordan Bevy’s face.
“Yes, you are a naughty girl,” boomed Jordan’s very real voice.

Irresistible Attractions blurb
College student Hannah Laurie works nights for a cleaning service. Among its clients is the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of domestic discipline practitioners. As she cleans the mansion headquarters, she becomes fascinated by the idea of being spanked. One evening, she surrenders to the impulse to try out the equipment in the secret disciplinary chamber.
Millionaire cybersecurity magnate Jordan Bevy, Rod and Cane’s disciplinary proctor, ensures the rules of the organization are followed to a T. Using the disciplinary chamber for personal pleasure is strictly forbidden. But when he catches the shy little cleaner girl trying out the equipment, what’s a fellow to do but bend the rules and give her a hand?
Everything seems like fun and games, until their relationship deepens and their respective worlds collide and clash. Can a lowly cleaner girl ever find acceptance in her boyfriend’s monied world?

Cara Bristol bio
Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Thursday, May 7, 2015

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Safe Under Protection: Guest Post by Holla Dean

I'd like to welcome author Holla Dean on my blog today with her new release, Safe Under Protection, a new addition to the Corbin's Bend books. As soon as I read the blurb for this book, I knew it was something I'd have to read and I'm thrilled to share a snippet with you all today!

Blurb

After spotting a mafia hit, Jess and Colleen Bradley find their life turned upside down and on the run. With nowhere else to turn and to protect their family, they accept the assistance of the witness protection program. Their U.S. Marshal, Jack Carmichael, convinces them to move to a small community in Colorado run by his brother.
Jess and Colleen Bradley become Russ and Debi Hunter, the newest residents of Corbin’s Bend. Forty years of a vanilla marriage makes them a little out of place in this spanking community. With new names and new jobs, Debi is a little stressed out with her new surroundings. She keeps messing up and calling Russ by his old name. After a successful erotic spanking just to see what all the fuss is about, Russ decides a real spanking might be just what’s called for to get Debi to remember his new name and relieve her of some of the stress she’s feeling.
Just as they begin to find peace as their new selves in the wilds of Colorado, the protection they feel shatters when Jack calls with the bad news that their security has been compromised and Debi realizes she’s being tailed.  As Brent Carmichael and Russ rush out to find Debi and get the two to safety, it might be too late because at that moment, two hit men are set on making sure Debi and Russ are not safe under protection.

Excerpt
All thoughts of spankings had been wiped from her mind with her excitement over her purchases.
“Jess? Oh shit, I mean Russ? Are you home?” She knew he was, his van was in the garage.
“Yeah, up here, Debi.”
She ran up the stairs hoping he hadn’t heard her slip-up. It wasn’t on purpose, she told herself. Even though she’d been thinking of doing it on purpose, she wasn’t in the mood to try out a punishment spanking right now. She was excited about what she’d bought for her classroom.
“Hi, honey. Wait till you see what I bought for the kids.”
“Debi, come here.”
His voice was a little funny, she thought. Stern and serious and even commanding. The way he said ‘come here,’ like he was so sure she would obey. The funny thing was that she found herself going to him without any hesitation. She obeyed.
 “We made a rule, Debi. You just broke it.”
Oh god, he had heard her slip up.
“I know, honey. But it was just because I was all excited.”
“You agreed you would be punished if you slipped up again on the name thing.”
“I know, but I don’t feel like it right now. I want to show you the stuff I bought.”
Russ sighed. “I doubt many people feel like getting punished. But we agreed, and you’re going to be punished. Now.”
“No! Russ, come on. I know I agreed, but let’s do it later.” Debi suddenly felt panicky and her belly did a flip-flop. Her thighs pressed tightly together and she felt the dampness of her panties. But she didn’t want to experience a punishment spanking now.
“Let’s go to the bedroom now.”
He used that different voice again and for some strange reason, even though she didn’t want to, she found herself obeying and going to the bedroom with him.
“Get undressed.” He kept his clothes on and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Everything?” she asked in little more than a whisper.
She watched his face as he thought about it and could tell when he made up his mind. Did that glint in his eye mean he was looking forward to punishing her? Or was he planning to ravish her when he was done with the punishment? She could only hope it was the latter.
“Yes, everything.”
Oh, that voice, she thought as she unbuttoned her blouse.
“Are you getting undressed?”
“No, I’m not the one getting spanked.”
She remembered the woman from the block party whose husband believed sex after punishment was a reward. Was that what Russ was thinking? She slipped off her panties and was naked. Swallowing hard, she waited for his next command.
“Come here.”
His legs were slightly parted and she stood between them. He put his hands on her hips and lightly caressed her skin.
“We agreed to this, right?”
She nodded her head, her eyes slightly wider than usual.
“You rushed into the house and called out my old name. Didn’t you?”
She nodded again and whispered, “Yes.”
“What if someone was up here with me?”
“But I knew there wasn’t anyone else here. There were no cars in front of the house.”
“What if Brent or Jason, or anyone for that matter, had walked over and we were up here when you yelled out my old name?”
“It would have been awkward. I’m sorry J…Russ.” She couldn’t believe she just messed up again.
“It would have been more than just awkward. It would start people talking. You have to work harder at this, Debi. It’s our safety that’s the issue here. Do you understand?”
Jeez, the lecture was making her feel worse than she thought the spanking would.
“Yes, I do. I understand.”
“Good.” Russ patted his thigh and said, “Now get over my knee.”




Wednesday, May 6, 2015

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Cassie's Influence: Guest Post by PK Corey

I'd like to welcome PK Corey to my blog today with her new release, Cassie's Influence. I just finished reading it and I loved it. 

Natasha, thanks for hosting me. I think most readers who love a good spanking story can really appreciate Cassie’s stories. I feel Cassie and Tom show what DD can do for a couple in the long run. Through their stories I try to combine the joys of fun, erotic spankings along with both humor and a little discipline all wrapped up in a love story. I hope people will give them a try.

PK

Blurb

Intentionally or not, Cassie’s influence spreads. Sue’s marriage had improved through Cassie’s influence.  However when Sue’s marriage unexpectedly takes a turn for the worse, Sue pushes for the solution she feels will work, a solution that could put Cassie on a collision course with the ivory brush. 


Allie and Ryan are both feeling influence from Cassie and Tom. Cassie doesn't mean to lead Allie astray - but Allie sees Cassie as a role model. Every adventure, old or new, captures Allie's attention, which increases her desire to be more like mentor. But for better or worse

Excerpt

"She's going to be fine," he told me soothingly, as he rubbed my back. "He'll make sure she doesn't do anything like that again. And, no, he won't be too hard on her," he added as I started to speak. I sighed and sank back down in Tom's lap.
"I hope you're right."

"I am," he said firmly. "Now, let's talk about your actions today..."

"My actions? What about my actions? I didn't do anything wrong," I insisted.
"Well now, you weren't exactly honest with Ryan when he called, and the boy was really worried," Tom began.
"Tom, I didn't lie to you. Are you saying I have to tell everyone in the world all I know? I wanted to hear the facts from Allie before I spoke with Ryan."
"And did you get the 'facts' by talking to Allie?"
I chose to ignore this question, and Tom went on. "But not coming clean with Ryan isn't why I'm spanking you."

"Spanking me! You're not spanking me at all." I tried to rise, but Tom held me firmly.
"Don't you even think about it, buster – I didn't do anything."
"Do you know how I feel about you texting me?" he asked. "Do you know how I feel about you turning off your phone?" Tom's tone was mild, but he wasn't letting go.
"Tom, I've turned off my phone at other times when I was eating with friends, it would be rude to take a call while at a lunch," I informed him.
"Girl, you weren't dining, you were trying to hide from Ryan and me. That's not the same thing."
Apparently Tom felt he'd talked long enough. Standing up, he set me on my feet and led me, still protesting, to the bedroom.
"That's enough," Tom said firmly, putting his finger to my lips. With the skill of a man who has practiced a lifetime, I was bare bottomed and over his knee in no time.
Tom began with his hand, and the first volley of ten was so hard that it nearly took my breath away. Then he began rubbing. With his hand soothing my bottom, and some other intimate touching, I soon realized this spanking was not for discipline. Regardless, he began again. I was squirming to get away. It still stung like the devil. He was keeping my mind in a constant swirl. Hard swats – gentle intimate rubbing, his timing for each was erratic and I was having difficulty anticipating.
Tension, relaxation, pain, caresses – it was confusing, arousing. I lost track of time. My dear husband is an amazing man. By the time he laid me back on the bed to make love, I'm not sure I could have told you my own name.
Later, much later, we were curled up together on the bed. Tom was stroking my back and I finally realized that the whole wonderful afternoon had been Tom's way of keeping me occupied, and not fretting about Allie and what she might be going through. And let me tell you his plan was an unequivocal success. He is welcomed to distract me in this manner any time he wants to.

My worrying wouldn't have done Allie any good anyway. Bless her heart, she had chosen her actions and she was living with the consequences. I got to hear about her consequences later that evening.