Showing posts with label #dungeoncrawl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #dungeoncrawl. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Harsh Anal Punishment for Rebecca #dungeoncrawl

Welcome back to Romancing the Kink's Dungeon Crawl. This week I'd like to share a piece from The Firefighter's Girl. It was released last week and is (at the time of writing this post) in the top 10 of Amazon's BDSM list! 

In this scene, Sawyer has figged and spanked Rebecca. Now it's time for that final and ultimate humiliation of anal punishment...

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Keeping his eyes on hers, he brought his lubricated fingers to the cleft between her bottom cheeks and with his other hand, he pulled them apart. That heat between her legs made itself known again when she watched his eyes go back to her bottom, to what he had exposed there and when his fingers began to circle her back hole, she swallowed, realizing that somewhere during her punishment, the burn inside her bottom had faded to a soft reminder.

Slowly, his fingers began to penetrate that tight entrance and she found herself panting, the heat of her punishment and now the attention to so sensitive a place making her want.

“Good,” he said. “Relax and open. I’m not going to fuck your ass today. That might send the wrong message. But I do have something else in mind.”

She made a sound, a soft, involuntary moan, and when she did, he stopped moving his finger but kept it lodged deep inside her. She turned back to find him unzipping his jeans and with his other hand, he gripped his thick, hard cock and began to stroke the length of it. Rebecca could only watch, her mouth agape, desire in her eyes, wanting only to touch him, to taste him, to take him inside her, anywhere inside her.

He grinned when their eyes met as if he knew what she wanted now.

“Not today, baby,” he said, stroking faster. He returned his attention to her bottom and withdrew his finger from her asshole. She then felt the head of his cock at her entrance.

She tightened immediately, every muscle going tense.


“Relax, I told you I’m not fucking your ass today, but I am going to come inside it. And when I’m done, you’re going to stay just as you are,” he continued, all the while working the head of his cock inside her while he continued to stroke himself. “And feel the embarrassment of being on display like this,” he said, the wide head of his cock now lodged inside her ass. “Your ass red from spanking, my cum dripping out of your little asshole.”




Blurb

When twenty-eight-year-old Rebecca Banks learns that her next physical therapy patient is none other than Sawyer Hayes, she stays professional, but deep down she can’t help but panic. She hasn’t seen Sawyer for ten years, and their last meeting ended with him giving her a spanking she would never forget. Now Sawyer is the fire chief in the small town that has become her home, and it is an injury sustained in the line of duty which has brought him back into her life.


Even as he works hard on his recovery, Sawyer’s mind is on something else—repairing Rebecca’s trust in him. When her deadbeat boyfriend and his family implicate her in a serious crime and she’s sent to the local jailhouse to await trial, Sawyer pays her bail and brings her home with him under the condition that she obeys him… and that disobedience will have consequences.



Rebecca agrees, but when she defies her self-appointed guardian she soon finds that a hard, bare-bottom spanking is far from the most embarrassing punishment Sawyer is prepared to employ. Though Sawyer’s punishments leave her with cheeks blushing as red as her well-spanked bottom, they also ignite feelings and desires she never knew she had, and soon his fierce need to dominate and lead her is matched by her growing need to obey him.



Rebecca and Sawyer’s newfound romance grows quickly, but the stress of preparing for her upcoming trial continues to build and she fears the verdict will send her to prison. Can her firm-handed firefighter protect her, or will she be torn from his loving arms?



Publisher’s Note: The Firefighter’s Girl is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Guilt and Corporal Punishment


I missed last Wednesday's crawl but it's been a crazy few weeks. Kids are now back to school so I'm almost back to my usual schedule. 

Today for my Dungeon Crawl post (hosted by Romancing the Kink) I wanted to share a piece from one of my older books, Taught to Kneel. I was reading through it while choosing an excerpt and you know how you look at something you've written some time back and think, 'Oh wow, did I say that?' Well, a few of those moments but also some beautiful ones. Hopefully, I'm sharing one of the latter with you. I like this piece actually. It's heavy on emotion and Julian is tender even as he's telling Gabrielle that perhaps what she needs is punishment...

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Everyone deals with things differently. Some of us need the role of the disciplinarian at certain moments or junctures in our lives. Punishment, in this case physical punishment, can become the catalyst to allowing us to forgive ourselves. You pay what you owe and the scales are once again balanced. You feel guilty over cheating on your husband, and you blame yourself for his leaving you. I imagine your friends and family harbor some opinions of their own,he said.

She could only stare at him, he was so right and it all made sense. She could feel herself wanting to let go, wanting to say yes, to give herself over to him to punish her, to give her the pain she so badly needed, wanted, and feared. She didn’t know if it would be enough, but this was the first time she'd been confronted with someone actually telling her that yes, she should be punished, but she should also be forgiven.

Yes,she whispered.



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Throughout her life Gabrielle has wanted a strong man to take her in hand, and two years ago her growing need for something her husband could not provide led her to make a terrible mistake which ended her marriage.

After his wife cheated on him years ago, Julian learned all about the pain caused by infidelity. When he sees that same crushing guilt in the eyes of a beautiful woman at the B&B where he is spending a quiet vacation, he is compelled to help her.

Gabrielle is drawn to Julian from the moment she first sees him. His easy, direct manner forces her to face her guilt and when he suggests that she take the punishment she's needed for so long, she can't help but say yes. It soon becomes clear to them both, however, that it will take more than just a bare-bottom spanking to allow Gabrielle to finally let go of her guilt—she will have to be very thoroughly chastised.

But to fully satiate her need, she longs to experience more than just punishment from Julian—she needs to be completely dominated by him, to be made to kneel and ask him to take her in any way he pleases, and to blush bright red with embarrassment even as she begs for more. But is it all just a fling, or will what began as a chance meeting change both their lives forever?

Publisher’s Note: Taught to Kneel is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, figging, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that a shorter version of this book was published previously under the title Liaison. 




Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Stripped and Bound Before her Spanking #dungeoncrawl


Welcome back to Dungeon Crawl, Romancing the Kink's weekly blog hop. Today I'm sharing a piece from Taken by the Beast, my first paranormal erotic romance. Just some quick background, Elijah has kidnapped Kayla and she has just tried to escape - again. 

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Elijah retrieved the rope from the duffel bag and unraveled it, measured something out while she watched. 

“Take off your clothes,” he said.

Kayla stared at him. That was too far. “No,” she said, scooting around the bed. “We don’t need to do that. You can just spank me like the other night. That’s ok. You can just do that.”

He came toward her while she tried to make sense of her words.

“If you don’t take them off, I’m going to do it for you and I’m pretty sure you won’t appreciate that.”

“Are you going to spank me?” she asked, her voice breaking.

“Most definitely. I’m just dying for a shower though, so I thought we’d start with something else. Now last time, clothes off. It will go easier if you cooperate.”

“Easier for you!”

“Enough! Make your decision or I’ll make it for you.”

She unzipped the hoodie, feeling clumsy. He kept his eyes on her while she stripped it off, then pulled her tank top over her head, and quickly cupped her naked breasts. She hadn’t been wearing a bra when he’d taken her and she felt his gaze burning into her, could sense his desire. She turned away a little and pulled her pants down and off. She folded everything and made a neat pile on the bed.

“Underwear too,” he said when she turned to face him, her hands still shielding her breasts from his eyes.

She shook her head, her body’s reaction to his words different than it should be. Traitor!

“Keep them on then, Kayla,” he said.

That was too easy; she hadn’t expected that.

“Do you need to use the bathroom?” he asked.

She nodded.

He gestured for her to go ahead and she did.

“No, door stays open,” he said when she was about to close it.

He’d heard her pee before, but those times he’d turned his back. Now he stood openly watching her.
She lowered her panties and sat down, concentrating on the pattern of the tile floor. She finished, flushed, and washed her hands, then waited for his next command, suddenly unsure which part of the punishment she was more worried about.

“Come here,” he said.

She obeyed.

“Hold out your hands, palms together.”

She did and watched while he worked the loop of the rope around and between her wrists, leaving some slack, but securing it so she couldn’t get free. She couldn’t figure out what he was going to do with it; he hadn’t cut it, so the length was quite long.

Once it was secure, he tugged her along toward a spot between the bed and the desk. He looped the rope through a hook that hung from the ceiling. Likely for a plant or something, she imagined, wondering why she cared. From there, he pulled it until her arms were raised overhead and kept pulling so she had to stand on tiptoe. At that point, he looped the rope through the hook again, giving her no slack, and secured the other end of it. He then retrieved the gag he’d used last night.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

“I won’t scream.”

“I think you’ll understand when I say I don’t trust you.”

She pressed her lips tighter.

“I can use duct tape too, but this won’t hurt as much when I take it off.”

She glared at him, but opened her mouth and didn’t struggle as he secured it in place.

He walked behind her. “One more thing,” he said, taking her panties down to mid-thigh. “When I tell you to strip naked, you strip naked.”

She made a sound of protest.

“Feels even more exposed, doesn’t it?” he asked, coming around to meet her eyes, which filled with tears.

“If you drop them, you’ll get additional strokes added to your spanking,” he said. He then leaned against the wall, folded his arms across his chest and waited, his eyes never leaving hers.


She wondered what he was going to do. This was uncomfortable and humiliating, but no more than that. At least not at first.