Bound: a #BDSM Novel by Casey McKay

Hi Natasha! Thanks so much for having me over today. I brought over an excerpt from Bound for your readers to enjoy. Melissa and Martin are staying in a friend's house on his island. He's made his own dungeon in his home and during this scene Melissa is critiquing some of the things she sees around her. She's a little distracted, but she won't be for long.

“Kneel,” he commanded.

She dropped to her knees in front of him with no hesitation.

“Hmm, what to do with you now?” He ran his hand through her hair and she leaned into his leg. “I should have brought a plug in here with me.”

She made a noise of disapproval and pulled away from him. She could never quite tell if he was kidding or not, but she didn’t like when he teased her with filling her up with a plug. She didn’t want to like it, and Martin had this way of convincing her to do things that she didn’t want to like. And then she did like them, and it pissed her off.

Martin raised his eyebrows at her. “Not feeling very submissive tonight, Red?”

She lowered her eyes and fought the urge to bite her lip. Nothing could have been closer to the truth, she hadn’t felt submissive at all lately. She’d begun to wonder if she changed and wasn’t really a submissive anymore.

He reached down and tipped her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “I asked you a question.”

Melissa recognized the look on his face, serious and unrelenting, it sent a shiver up her spine. Isn’t this what drew her to him all those years ago? “We can do whatever you want, sir.”

The smile he gave her was humorless. “You didn’t answer my question. Up,” he ordered, no longer waiting for a reply.

She scrambled to her feet. She may not have been feeling terribly submissive, but she wasn’t stupid, she knew when not to push.

“Over there.” He pointed to a low padded table. She could see straps and things hanging from the sides.

She moved toward it, fighting the urge to question him. It struck her then how different their dynamic had become. It wasn’t very long ago that this had been the norm, Martin in charge, her bent to his will. Lately, it all became muddled, they did more of what she wanted, he took cues and suggestions from her. Even when he was domming her he wasn’t really in charge. But now, the familiar feeling of anxiety and excitement of the unknown filled her. It was like an old friend, something she hadn’t felt in a while.

“Strip,” he barked, before turning to investigate a chest of drawers. Her eyes lingered on it. Unfinished wood. She hoped Jake eventually meant to add something to it, if he thought to leave a piece of furniture like that was a good idea then he really did need help.

Pulling her top over her head, she kept her gaze on Martin, trying to guess his next move.

He turned to look at her as if he felt her eyes on him. He stared her down until she broke her gaze.

She kept her eyes trained on her toes while she fiddled with the button on her shorts. All of this would have been second nature at one time, how had they strayed so far?

Martin cleared his throat, she didn’t look up but took as a sign that he thought she was stalling. She pushed her shorts and panties down together, stepping out of them. He came up beside her and threw a bundle of silky Shibari rope onto the table top. “Do you have a hair tie?”

Pulling the ever-present black hair band from her wrist, she passed it off to him.

Wordlessly, he moved behind her and fastened her wavy hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. She closed her eyes, reveling in the moment as he tugged and secured her wild mane.

He pushed her hair over her shoulder and then placed a kiss on the back of her neck. A shiver shot down her spine as he lingered there, his warm breath heating her skin. He nudged her gently toward the table.

Taking her cue, she folded herself over the edge. The table was at perfect hip height for her. She reached across the table and her hands found the leather straps. The first slap was hard and unexpected. She let out a little squeak and wrapped her hands in the straps.

“Widen your stance,” he directed, his hand slipping between her thighs.

She stepped her feet apart and then stepped out further when Martin tapped her inner thigh. Her legs were open so wide that she ended up on her toes. It ran through her mind to complain, she didn’t know how long she could keep this position. But then he spanked again, his broad, hard hand smacking her ass in a loud slap and she decided to keep her mouth shut. If it got to be too much she would tell him, but for now she could try to please him.

He spanked her slowly, as if he were strategically placing the strikes. They were all of equal intensity, never getting harder or softer, each one making her jolt forward. The edge of the table, even padded, dug uncomfortably into her hips.

Her muscles strained, her legs tense, balancing her weight on her toes. She arched her back with each smack, unwittingly giving him a better target as it raised her ass and pushed it out more each time.

When she felt like heat was actually radiating from her skin and her calf muscles screamed from the stretch, she let out a grunt. Her breath was short as she tried to hold the position, register the pain, and keep quiet all at once.

Martin ran a hand over her heated globes. “Relax now.”

She stepped her feet in enough so she could place them flat on the floor. Melting into the table as his hand roved and caressed. He teased between her legs, her pussy sopping and welcoming his fingers without resistance.

“In a better head space now?” he asked with a knowing tone.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her breath still rasped out of her, but she was in a much more submissive mindset than just minutes earlier. She was more relaxed and ready to do anything Martin suggested. Her eyes fell shut until he added a second finger into her channel. “Ah.” She made a sound of surprise and pleasure as he curled his fingers and pumped them in and out of her.

“Such a good girl,” he crooned, thrusting into her once more before removing his hand.

She tried not to whine at the absence, but she must have made a disapproving noise because Martin chuckled behind her.

Blurb:

Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?

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A Wicked Game: Guest Post by Casey McKay #BDSM

I have Casey McKay here with Cherished, her latest release! 

Hi Natasha! Thanks for having me over so I can share an excerpt from my new release Cherished. Serena is just getting out of a long term relationship with a pretty intense Dom. She realizes she misses some things about the relationship but not the criticisms and feel like she can never be enough. Ethan turns out to be the kind of Dom she was needing all along. 

In this scene Ethan is trying to help Serena quit smoking. He doesn't want her to think he's punishing her for bad behavior, but he's made up a game that he thinks could curb her habit. It's kind of a wicked game...

“Don’t lie to me, baby girl. Tell me,” Ethan prompted.
He’d asked her how many times she wanted a cigarette today. How could she answer that? Had she even paid attention? “I don’t know.” Her words came out whiny as Ethan rubbed his hand over her ass. “Ow,” she complained when he traced a particularly pronounced welt.
Reaching beside him, he produced a bottle of lotion and rubbed cream into her punished bottom.
His attention and care had her pussy flooding. His touch was reigniting the burn from her punishment, but now it shot heat straight to her core.
“Think,” he urged. “Six times? Ten times?”
Still not sure why he wanted to know, she decided to go with a lower number. She didn’t want it to look like she had a problem. “Um, four, maybe?”
His hand skated lower, massaging lotion into the lines on her thighs. He nudged her legs apart and skimmed over her pussy lips, slick and swollen in arousal. “Okay, four times.”
She looked over her shoulder at him. Something about his tone was making her shiver. What was he up to?
“From now on, whenever you feel like you need a smoke, I want you to bring yourself to climax.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Uh, what?”
“Anytime you start to feel the itch, the need to get your fill of nicotine, stick your fingers in your panties and make yourself come.”
She giggled, he couldn’t be serious. What if she was at work? Or in her car?
“Anytime,” he emphasized his words as if he were following her inner thoughts. “It’s a good stress reliever and it will take the edge off. And of course, if I happen to be with you, just say the word.” He threw her a wink.
She liked his creative thinking, and now she kind of wished she picked a bigger number. How many times could Ethan make her orgasm in a day? It sounded like a good game to her.
“I know you’re off today, but I actually have to get some work done. So let’s get started and stop wasting time.” His words were so matter of fact she almost giggled, but then the vibrator whirred to life.
She hadn’t seen him pick up a vibrator, were they hidden around this office? She tensed as he ran it over her folds. Opening her legs, she grabbed on to the cushion beneath her. She was already on edge just from his hands on her body.
He ran the toy down the length of her slit before teasing her clit with his fingers. He plunged the vibe into her opening and added more pressure over that tiny bundle of nerves.
Gasping for breath, all of her muscles tightened as she tumbled over the edge. She was a little disappointed she had made it so easy for him, but the disappointment quickly dissipated as another wave of pleasure engulfed her.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching you come.”
She looked back to see Ethan smiling down at her. He gently eased her to her back and then settled himself between her legs.
“That was one, three more to go.”
Her eyes widened at his declaration. “What? I—”
“You don’t have to come all at once,” he assured. “But you aren’t leaving this couch or putting your clothes back on until I’ve seen you climax four times.”
Her pussy clenched at his stern tone and demanding words. She should be outraged. But really, what was she getting upset about? He wanted her to orgasm? Hardly a punishment.
“Spread those legs for daddy.”

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Blurb

Serena's landed herself the perfect man. He's wealthy, powerful, and an unrelenting Dom. Everything a smart girl with a penchant for kink could want. But a year into their relationship and she's doubting what they really have together. When she confronts him, she's devastated to discover she had the wrong idea from the beginning. 

Ethan is back in town to help out his friend manage his BDSM club. The short respite from his life across the country is just the break he needed. But when his troubles end up following him, things become even more complicated than before.

When Serena and Ethan meet, it isn't perfect timing. Serena finds it hard to trust again, but then Ethan shows her what it's like to be cherished. Can they let go of their baggage long enough to find real happiness? Or will their complicated past relationships catch up with them?

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Double Punishments: Guest post by Casey McKay #spanking #menage

Hi Natasha! Thanks for having me over today!

I brought a sexy excerpt from my new release Mastered that I think you'll enjoy. This was the first menage I ever attempted to write and it turns out I really loved it. Two men means double the sex, double the alpha, oh, and double the spankings :)

Adam and Tom, my two heroes, ended up having a good cop/bad cop approach when it came to Hailey. But sometimes they really let their Domliness show and it was all badass cop/badderass cop. Seriously, I know I wrote them, but they are both kind of yummy.

Hailey has ended up in an agreement to spend the weekend with Tom and Adam, two experienced Doms. She is inexperienced in everything and lied on her application to get into the BDSM club where they found her. It could have been a potentially dangerous situation for her. Neither of them are ready to let her get away with her lie, and let's just say she won't be inexperienced for long.

Tom's spanking made her throbbing ass feel like it doubled in size. She reached a hand back, running her fingers over the abused area. It was hot to the touch. She cupped one cheek and dug her fingers into her own flesh, reigniting the burn. Her skin felt prickly and abraded, but the sensation was already subsiding.

"I hope you aren't rubbing." Tom's voice startled her and she moved her hand.

"No, sir," she replied, although she was sure she looked guilty.

Adam grinned at her. "You sure you don't want that picture? A souvenir to take when you go?"

She debated, and almost opened her mouth to comply, but Tom broke in. "Knock it off. Get on with it, or I'll do it myself."

She pushed herself to her elbows and looked over the men warily.

"How are you feeling?" Adam asked as he held her upper arm and guided her to her feet.

She shrugged, unsure of how to answer. Turned on? Wanting? Maybe a little repentant. Mostly confused. She decided on, "Sore?" It seemed the most honest answer.

"That's understandable," Adam said. "You're getting off easy," he added with raised eyebrows.

She knotted her fingers together in front of her and kept her eyes on his.

"You're almost finished," he assured her as he led her a few more steps to the end of the couch. "You're going to bend over the edge here and then I will take my belt to your ass. Do you know why?"

Her throat went dry. Had the thought of this really turned her on seconds ago? Now genuine fear shot through her. At the same time her own juices crept down her thigh, okay, perhaps not all fear. She shook her head in response to Adam's question. Tom cleared his throat and she winced before she answered, "No, sir."

The corner of Adam's mouth lifted. "Because you aren't going to put yourself in such a risky situation again, right?"

"Right," she agreed, how could she not?

"If you think you're going to then you will remember this moment. And if I find out you even thought about doing something so stupid again, you're going to wish I never had."

She understood he was trying to scare her off from being so careless again. But what his words really said to her was that he expected to still be in her life sometime in the future. The rest of his lecture was lost on her as warmth suffused her chest. This man cared about her, about what she did and how she handled herself. Her eyes drifted to Tom. Both of these men did, how had that happened?

Adam was unbuckling his belt and sliding it through the loops. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. He motioned for her to bend over the arm. Her feet were stuck to the spot. "Get into position, Hailey."

She looked from the belt in his hand to the couch but still couldn't move her feet. She had taken the spanking from Tom, but that had been his hand and it had hurt so much. What if she really couldn't handle this?

"Are you safewording?" This from Tom.

She looked up at him, remembering what he had told her. Nothing happened without her consent, she could still back out—but she didn't want to. "No, sir."

"Then I won't tell you again," Adam said.

With that, she shuffled forward and folded herself over the arm. Her breath whooshed out of her as her weight fell on her upper body.

Tom came up to the couch, coming into her line of vision. "You really need to remember to keep your hands out of the way."

She stretched her hands forward, then held one out to him, silently asking for help. He had held her before. Even though he restrained her in order to punish, he had held her gently, making her feel safe. She wanted that again. Craved it.

He looked surprised but sat down beside her head. She heard Adam softly snort behind her as Tom shifted her up and slid beneath her. He cradled her head in his lap and opened his hand. She placed her hands in his palm and he wrapped his fingers around her, holding her in place. He stroked the hair away from her face and she closed her eyes. Almost forgetting for a moment that her ass was offered up, Adam standing by, ready to whip her.

She started when Adam’s warm hand touched her lower back. He murmured soothing words and then slid his foot between her feet. She widened her stance and cool air wafted over her wet pussy. He would see the evidence of her arousal. Her face heated at the thought.

His hand disappeared; his presence at her back gone and then she heard a whoosh. The crack of the belt against her skin sounded throughout the room, and then a searing line of fire.

She called out, but Tom's hand was in her hair again, reassuring her. Safe, she was safe. Another whoosh and a crack, the belt bit into her skin lower now, hitting the portion of her ass that Tom had already punished. She danced up on her toes.

Mastered Blurb

Hailey needs money fast, and will do anything to get it. Even lie on her application to enter an auction at Fetishes, a BDSM club.

One weekend.

She'll get the money she needs and anything else will be a bonus. She can handle one Dom for a weekend...except she ends up with one Dom too many.

Tom's reluctant to get himself back into the BDSM scene since his failed marriage. Adam loves his carefree life—nothing tying him down or keeping him in the same place for too long. Neither of them are looking for a relationship. But then wide-eyed Hailey shows up and proves to be a temptation that neither of them can pass up. They offer her an introduction to the lifestyle, and they intend to show her what it's like to be a trained submissive.

It's just one weekend...

The lines between fantasy and reality become blurred and soon Hailey fears she'll only end up with a broken heart. When she disappears, can these two Dominant men admit their true feelings for her?

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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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The Disciplinarian #wipitup Cover Reveal

The Disciplinarian is now Live on Amazon! Click here to buy or read for FREE with the Kindle Unlimited Program!

It's WIP It Up Wednesday - a huge thanks for Melody Parks for creating this weekly blog hop where authors can share their work (published or unpublished)! 

I'm very excited to share my news today. Casey McKay and I have been working on a series of short stories together and I'm thrilled to say it's just about ready to go! The collection is titled The Disciplinarian and tells six separate stories of women who find themselves at the receiving end of the paddle (or hand or cane or...well, you get the point). It's been a lot of fun working with Casey and I couldn't  be happier with how the stories turned out. First, the cover...

I keep looking at it, thinking how pretty he is... (Thank you Mr. McKay). Here is the opening from one of my stories titled The Disciplinarian:

I double checked the address on the little slip of paper I'd folded into my purse and parked the car along the road just in front of the very ordinary looking house. I looked at my watch, relieved that even after having gotten lost twice, I was still ten minutes early. I didn’t want to be late to this appointment.

My heart raced as I thought of what was about to happen. I was in the suburbs, no, I'd call this the country, almost two hours from home. My boss, the stiff-lipped Ms. Holt, had sent me here after I'd reluctantly agreed. I didn't know the Disciplinarian at all, not by name or face. In fact, up until a week ago, I had no idea there was such a thing as a Disciplinarian. At least not the sort of Disciplinarian I was visiting today.

I worked at a fairly well known accounting firm and for about two months now I'd been skimming a few dollars here, a few dollars there, off some accounts. All in all, I'd managed to collect all of six-hundred dollars. It was hardly worth the embarrassment of what was about to happen to me. Not to mention the pain. I wasn't even sure why I had done it. Because I could, maybe. They paid me fairly well and it wasn't as though I needed the money. It was just that one day, I pushed some buttons, playing around with some codes I was studying, and there it was, the first of my little stash of stolen funds transferred discreetly into my account.

I shook my head and looked down at the address again - or really, at the letterhead of the stationary.

From the desk of Ms. Amanda Holt

She'd caught on to me a few weeks earlier and had been watching, keeping an eye on me. When she called me into her office that day a week ago, something had told me that she knew. That I was about to be fired, or worse, arrested. But what she'd done was give me a choice. In lieu of losing my job and having to face possible charges, attend a session with the Disciplinarian and pay for my crime with a good old fashioned bare-bottom spanking.

I had thought I'd not heard her correctly at first. Surely, she wasn't suggesting a spanking? I mean, who did that sort of thing?

Apparently the man who lives at 103 Woodshed Lane, Jen.

I checked my watch. One minute until I was due to ring his doorbell. I collected my purse, dropped my car keys inside it and climbed out of the car, my legs heavy as they carried me up the long walk. Ever since that day in Ms. Holt's office, ever since I'd agreed, I'd been thinking of this, researching spanking online, watching videos and imagining how my own session would go.

I'd received exactly one communication from the Disciplinarian three days earlier. It was a brief e-mail with directions, should I need them, a telephone number to contact him in case of emergency, although he did not anticipate that there would be one, explicit notes on how I should dress for my disciplinary session, and instructions not to be late.

And now, here I was, standing at his front door with my finger on the doorbell. I took a deep breath in, checked my watch one last time and pushed the button, wondering what I was doing, wondering how I'd gotten myself into this mess at all.

Blurb

The role of a disciplinarian can come in many different forms in a woman’s life. These stories are about six different women who find themselves taken in hand, and taken over the knee.

“The Disciplinarian”: Jennifer didn't know what a disciplinarian was. She didn’t know adults could be spanked as punishment, but when her boss catches her stealing, she is told if she doesn't want the police involved, she'll have to submit to a session with The Disciplinarian.

“Guilty As Charged”: Julie has the hots for her cop neighbor, Brad, who is also a professional disciplinarian. When he catches her driving recklessly, he decides she might need more in her life than one spanking a week.

“Consequences”: Every action has a consequence, and in twenty year-old Andrea's case, when she's caught breaking hotel rules, she is given a choice: pack up your things and leave immediately or submit to corporal punishment. But what Andrea never expected to learn out of this was that discipline, administered with love, can form a powerful bond.

“Paying Rent”: When Amber gets kicked out of college and ends up on Tony’s doorstep, she doesn’t anticipate Tony taking an interest in her life, or holding her accountable for her actions; including paying her rent on time. When he threatens to spank her, she decides to push back, but how far is too far?

“The Penitent”: Marcus Corran is not a man to tolerate liars or thieves, so when he catches young Marlene, an employee in his bookstore, doing both, he decides the best way to deal with her actions is a good old fashioned, bare bottomed, over the knee spanking.

“The Agreement”: Lindsay and Nick have been dating for two years and they have an agreement. So when Lindsay deliberately lies, Nick decides to use a more creative form of punishment.

All stories are M/f except for “Consequences” which is a F/f spanking story. The stories depict situations between consenting adults who believe in a good, old fashioned spanking to get to the bottom of a problem. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

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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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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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A Taste of Discipline by Casey McKay

A Taste of Discipline is Casey McKay's new release - a short story absolutely packed with heat. It's a quick read and starts off right away with tensions high as a married couple tries to navigate working together in their new restaurant. Sam, the chef, is having a meltdown and Ryan, her husband and manager, pulls her back into his office for a little reminder as to what will happen if she doesn't get her act together and fast. 

As soon as the words 'bend over the desk and pull your pants down' are spoken...well, I'm in. Actually I was in before that but those words are like music to my ears...

The story is cute and surprisingly emotional given the length of the book. The sex is hot, the spankings hotter and there's lots of anal both for pleasure and for punishment. You'll never look at any restaurant kitchen without blushing after reading A Taste of Discipline...

*One note, do read the publisher's warning at the bottom of the blurb so you are prepared...

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She chose to fully ignore his warning and tried to push past him again.

He took hold of her arm and pressed her down into the table she was trying to walk past. She didn't put up a fight, she didn't even say anything. This is what she had been aiming for, but it still surprised her every time he decided to take action.

Ryan swatted her bottom a few times over her pants before he walked across the kitchen. He plucked a wooden spoon out of the crock that was on the counter and came back over to her. He laid the spoon on the table by her head, so it was right in her line of vision.

"Pull your pants down. I want your ass bare when I get back." Then he left the room.

She stayed in position for a few seconds, momentarily stunned at what had just transpired. She was certainly picking a fight with him. But he had ended it before it even started. His complete dominance over the situation sending a frisson of heat to her core. Then she eyed the wooden spoon laying in front of her and reality set in. This was not going to be a sexy, fun spanking. When was the last time she had been punished anyway? Before the move, in fact, a while before the move. She was suddenly having second thoughts about her attitude. Why did she always play with fire?

Blurb

Sam is a classically trained chef. She runs her kitchen like a well-oiled machine, and steam rolls anyone who gets in the way of that. She likes to be in control and has a hard time adjusting when she can't be.

Ryan is her husband and partner. As the manager of the restaurant they own, he tries to ensure that his wife is not over working herself and not blowing up at their employees.

They're trying to find a balance in life, love, and cooking. It just might take a little discipline.

This book includes themes of domestic discipline, spankings, graphic sex, anal play, anal punishments and more. If any of this subject matter offends you, please do not purchase this book.

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