A Naughty Punishment from Call Me Yours by Casey McKay #spanking

I've invited my friend Casey McKay to my blog today to promote her newest release, Call Me Yours, a sweet and undeniably sexy spanking romance. Take it away, Casey...

Thanks so much for having me over, Natasha! I realized when I was writing Call Me Yours that I was leaning towards being a little more non-consensual. Maybe it was just writing Simon, he does what he wants to do and won't take no for an answer!

In this scene Simon and Caitlin are at a housewarming party for his brother and her best friend. Simon has found out that Caitlin lied to him and never told him about accepting the job as a phone sex operator. He isn't thrilled to say the least. 

"I won't tolerate lying, Caitlin." He sounded resigned and he blew out a sigh. He stepped forward and bent her over his hip, ignoring her protests to wait. His muscular arm clamped around her waist and pressed her into him.

She bent forward slightly, her ass jutting out, giving him better access to punish her. It was all happening so quickly; he guided her into position before she realized what he was doing.

He bunched the skirt of her dress up and brought his hand down on her naked cheeks, hard. 

It sounded like a gunshot bouncing off the tiled walls of the little room.

Caitlin threw her hand back, covering her hindquarters from the next blow.

"Move your hand," he ordered.

"Wait, wait. Simon," she stammered out her protest. "Everyone will hear. I don't know half these people at this party, you can't just spank me in a house full of people." Her ass tingled where he had already spanked her, she was sure she had a bright pink hand print prominently displayed on her left cheek.

Simon sighed as he processed her words. But he released the grip he had on her waist.

She stood upright and tried to take a step back, but bumped into the toilet. She had nowhere to go.

He scrubbed a hand across his eyes. She sized up the distance between her and the door, but she would have to push past him to get to it.

When she looked back up, he was staring at her.

"You're not going anywhere, we aren't done yet."

She threw her hands back to her bottom, "But it's too loud-"

"Yes, it is really loud." He nodded as he grabbed her waist and pulled her forward, he turned her to face the sink, pressing her hips up against the ceramic lip.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," she began again. She was worried about that determined glint in his eye. She made eye contact with him in the mirror as he stood behind her, trapping her between the sink and his hulking form.

He tapped her buttocks, "Spread your cheeks for me," he directed.

She shook her head.

"I agreed not to spank you, but I think you still need a reset before we go back downstairs," he explained. "I'm keeping your panties." He gave her a pointed look in the mirror, "In fact, you will go without until I say you can have them back, whether you're with me or not."

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She was caught between feeling outraged and embarrassed that her pussy just flooded at his words.

"Now spread your cheeks and take my finger. I want to remind you to act like a lady while we're in public," he continued. "If you feel yourself losing your temper again, maybe your sore asshole will remind you that there will be further consequences and you need to think before you speak."

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Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with? 

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Z is for Zombies #a2zspanks

If you're keeping track, you'll know I've missed a few letters in the A to Z Blog Hop Challenge by Spanking Romance and Celeste Jones. But today is June 30th (where did the month go by the way) and as it's the last day of the hop, I do want to do one final post. 

Z is for Zombies. What author do you know who can take an idea like zombies and turn it into a spanking romance full of humor, of love reunited, of an ancient curse and do it well? That would be my friend Casey McKay. First, I should clarify that the zombies do not actually spank or get spanked. It's the heroine, whom I see as a very clear expression of the author, who is getting all the spanking fun. Oh, and there's a figging scene... 

If you haven't read it yet, I most definitely recommend Cursed Waters. The titles gives nothing away so here's a little peek at what's inside. I think this snippet of the figging scene wraps up nicely what this book is full of - characters with personality and humor, a touch of reality combined with the unreality of saving the world from zombies - all while rekindling an old romance! I hope I said that well. Here's the snippet. 

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“Trust me,” Trevor told her and brought his head down to kiss her hard on the mouth. “Now bend over, don't make me tell you again.”

Roxy gave one last look to the carved piece of ginger root and folded herself back over the end of the bed with a renewed anticipation. He instructed her to put her hand back between her legs and to continue pleasuring herself. Roxy would have been embarrassed but she was still too stunned at the turn of events.

As she worked her fingers along her folds, building her need into a frenzy, Trevor parted her cheeks again. The ginger was cold and hard, nudging to gain entry. He cooed soothing words at her, telling her to relax. He finally pushed it in, pushing past the tightness and she shifted her hips back into him as her orgasm rocked her. She cried out in ecstasy, riding the waves as Trevor manipulated the ginger in her ass.

As she came down from her high Roxy panted into the bed.

“Now that we got that in, it's time to address your disrespect,” Trevor said as he pulled her to stand up.

Roxy glanced around him at the clock. “We should start getting ready, we don't have a lot of time,” she replied, she couldn't be late in saving the world from zombies after all.

Trevor gave her a hard look, “We have plenty of time, and we aren't finished,” he answered, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He gestured towards the floor where his jeans were crumpled up. “Get my belt and bring it here.”

Roxy could only look back at him, she was paralyzed to the spot. Trevor gave her a nudge, “Now, Roxy.”

She crossed the room on shaky legs, her orgasm had took a lot out of her. She was all too aware of the ginger root lodged inside of her, she felt it shift as she walked. Roxy could feel Trevor's eyes on her as she bent to retrieve his belt. Her face was hot with embarrassment by the time she crossed back towards the bed to hand him his belt.

Trevor tossed it down on the bed and held her face in both hands. “These cheeks are almost as red as the other ones,” he remarked, and she felt her face get hot again. He gave her a quick kiss and piled two pillows on top of each other. Then he guided her across them. She felt completely vulnerable, her ass sticking up higher than the rest of her, served up to him for whatever he may wish to do. The thought scared her and turned her on all at once.

Trevor pressed down on the ginger, causing a slight heat to emit throughout her. “How does it feel?” he questioned, “Does it feel like it's getting hot yet?”

“A little,” she answered honestly, hoping it didn't turn into an unbearable burning. Roxy could barely feel the heat right now.

“I think it takes a while to heat up,” he replied. “Maybe I should make you keep it in when we go out.”

She jerked her head up to look at him and he laughed at her reaction. “I was kidding,” he reassured, then moved to pick up the belt, “but I wasn't kidding about this.”

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Loving Lena by Casey McKay #Spanking Historical Romance

I invited Casey McKay onto my blog - well, really, I harassed her until she wrote me a blog post with an excerpt from her latest release, Loving Lena, a historical Spanking romance. Why do I always capitalize Spanking? Anyhow, Casey is one of those writers where you know when you pick up a book, you're going to get a good story that is well written with bits of humor throughout where you find yourself laughing out loud out of nowhere, and with hot spankings and hot sex (always including at least one anal scene which is appreciated). I won't carry on, here's Casey...

Natasha was nice enough to host me on her blog today. She is always one of my biggest supporters and she has become one of my best friends.

When I started writing my Ravenswood Manor series I was nervous that I wasn't any good at writing in the historical genre. I would send scenes to Natasha- does this make sense?

She always gives honest feedback. Sometimes I think she is being way too nice, but I trust her enough to tell me if something seems really off.

The one question she always asks me is- how much research did you do for this?

I can honestly say I don't know. Before I started writing Emmaline's Groom  I did basic research of the time period, the way people dressed, and modes of transportation. 

From there I would have to look up little things. Did people smoke cigars then? What is the rule with these titles? Did divorce exist?

If I'm not careful, looking up answers to these questions can lead me on hours long Wikipedia binges. You know, when you click through from one link to the next and can't figure out how you got from Victorian Era Cigars all the up to 1920's American Oil Tycoons? At least that's what happens to me.

It was very beneficial when I was writing Loving Lena . I had the basis of my main characters, Welsey and Lena, from the first book, and now I just had to come up with an interesting story. I think I was searching the internet to see if anyone was riding bikes in 1890's Philadelphia and realized that this was the start of what is dubbed as the American Bicycle Craze.

That seemed pretty coincidental that I was already writing a story in this time period and something major was going on in American society, and how could I ignore that? I have pages and pages of notes about the Bicycle Craze that didn't even make it into the book. How women were now able to get from point A to point B on their own without any assistance. Some historians view it as spurring the feminist movement along as it helped to put an end to unmarried women having chaperones. Women were becoming more independent, and it was purely an accidental result from the popularity of bicycles.

I am already planning to revisit this research in a later installment of the Ravenswood Manor series. Don't worry, I'm still planning on writing in all the sex and spankings I can fit into this story, right along with new social movements and the rise of feminism.

I also found a thread that bicycle riding was one of the things that led to the changing of women's undergarments. This little fact I did write into Loving Lena- hence the sewing machine on my cover. It also led to a delicious scene where Lena gives Wesley a little strip tease.

For today, I would like to share a scene where Lena has taken her bicycle into town, ignoring Wesley's rule that he must always know when she is planning to go out for a ride and that she must never ride at night.

Excerpt

He thought he saw a woman who looked like Lena come out of a shop across road. Surely it was not her though, she did not tell him she had any errands to run today, and it was almost dark. He explicitly told her not to be out on her bicycle in the dark. When the woman tucked her package under her arm and then tried to mount her bicycle, almost tumbling off and into the street, Wesley jogged up to meet her.

"Lena!" he yelled.

She turned and looked at him, eyes wide. She quickly schooled her features and gave him a glowing smile, "Hello, my darling. Your meetings ran late today, did they not?" She offered her cheek for a kiss.

"They did." He gave her a quick peck, then took her package from under her arm. "What are you doing down here so late?"

"I needed to pick something up, just a quick trip. It was nothing to bother you about."

Another roar of thunder clapped and he motioned for her to start pedaling. "Come, before we are stuck in the middle of the storm. I will try to keep up with you."

"I will pedal as slow as I can without falling off," she said and smiled over at him.

"Darling, remind me what I told you about riding your bicycle."

She took a second and seemed to be thinking, "Use the brakes to stop and not to drag my feet on the ground?"

He narrowed his eyes at her.

"I know, I know, you like to know where I am going. But you were not at home, and it was a quick stop," she explained.

"That is hardly the point, what if you had fallen off your bicycle and hurt yourself? I was not even aware you were gone, I would have never known where to look for you."

"You worry too much Wesley, nothing is going to happen to me."

"We already talked about this last week. I warned you that you needed to heed my rules." A flash of lightning lit up the sky and the wind kicked up, adding more to his annoyance.

"Wesley, honestly, you would not even know I had gone if I had gotten home before you."

He fixed her with a stare as he walked briskly beside her, "How do you know? How often have you been making trips into town without my knowledge?"

Her eyes widened as she realized she had just let some information slip. "What would you consider often?"

Blurb

Lena Trimble should be experiencing the happiest time in her life. She is in love with the most wonderful man she has ever met, they have a beautiful baby together, and they are starting a new life in a new country. But Lena feels like she is living a lie. Their child was conceived out of wedlock and she is still embroiled in a divorce from a horrible man who never loved her but was only after her money.

Wesley Lawford feels like the luckiest man alive. He finally has Lena all to himself and he is trying to build a new life with her and their child. But as Lena's divorce drags on, her fears of what others think  have her retreating from the world, and worse, closing herself off to him. Afraid of losing Lena as she continues secluding herself, Wesley knows he must be firm with his future wife and Lena soon finds herself over Wesley's knee for a hard bare-bottom spanking. Will a firm hand and loving domestic discipline bring back the woman he loves? Will simply loving Lena be enough to keep them together?

Loving Lena is the second in the Ravenswood Manor series. The book is a Victorian romance set  during the beginning of America's Bicycle Craze, in 1890's Philadelphia. Although each book can be read alone, characters from the first book in the series, Emmaline's Groom, are referenced in Loving Lena.

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