Showing posts with label Her Rogue Knight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Her Rogue Knight. Show all posts

Friday, February 20, 2015

Punished in the Pillory #satspanks

Welcome to the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop! I have a couple of things today – first, my publisher is having a sale!! And I'm about 20 days late to announce it... 

Her Rogue Knight, my Medieval spanking romance is on sale through February for $2.99. This book was a lot of fun to write - I got to play with stinging nettles and a pillory and the story of a legend I got to twist and turn to make my own. 

So, eight sentences are coming up but one other thing first. I will have a cover to reveal in the coming days - a project I'm super excited about that has been in the making for about a year now! More to come on that, but for now, an excerpt from Her Rogue Knight

In this scene, Sir William has just punished Gemma who is locked in a pillory, her freshly spanked bottom on display.  

*Text slightly modified for post.

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“Think of all the ways they could have had you,” Sir William said as he circled Gemma's anus with his thick finger, pressing against it, “all while you were trapped here, naked, bound, at their mercy.”

He pushed and circled, and the sensation was stranger and more confusing than she could have imagined, but when his finger penetrated the tight ring, she clenched her cheeks as tight as she could. Sir William made a sound when she did this, and with his other hand, he forced her open.

“Please, sir,” she begged quietly, unsure what exactly she was begging for, grateful for the moment that he could not see her face.

He pushed his finger deeper into her hole, and once it was fully in, he pressed his body against her back. “But they wouldn’t have used their fingers,” he said. 

She understood as his hardened cock pushed against her low back through his pants. 

“They would have made you their whore, Gemma.” 


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Friday, January 17, 2014

Gemma Learns a Lesson: Punished with Stinging Nettles #SatSpanks #Spanking

It's Saturday again and you know what that means. A spanking for you...or quite a few as you see the list of participating authors. 

Today I wanted to share a piece from Her Rogue Knight. In the scene below, Gemma is being punished with stinging nettles. Sir William has just whipped her bottom with them, but to end this punishment, he has a more creative way to use the nettles...

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“Shh. Open for me, Gemma. I want you to open for me.”

She neither relaxed her muscles nor looked at him. She remained in position, her face buried between her arms.

“Gemma,” he said softly, caressing her low back. “This is part of your punishment. I can force it, but I’d like you to accept it on your own. Take it. Offer yourself for punishment, and you will be rewarded.”


It took a moment longer, but slowly, she relaxed her muscles. He took the nettles and slowly, so slowly, placed the leaves nearest the base of the branch onto her clit.

Blurb

Since her mother’s death, Gemma has raised her younger sister Alys and kept her family safe… until the day they are caught by surprise and Alys is taken by a band of outlaws. In desperation, Gemma’s frail, elderly father pleads for aid from a reclusive knight by the name of Sir William and pledges him Gemma’s hand in marriage in repayment for the safe return of her sister. 


When Gemma ignores her father’s instructions and sets out on her own to rescue Alys, she discovers that this gruff, unkempt, and yet undeniably handsome brute is more than her match, and the lesson is brought home with a sound spanking on her bare bottom. With no time to waste taking the brave and feisty yet hopelessly naïve eighteen-year-old back home, Sir William has no choice but to bring her along as he pursues her sister’s captors. Though he might not admit it, however, he relishes the thought that he might have to punish her again, and with every glimpse of her delicious curves his lust intensifies. 


In spite of his firm chastisement and his demand for her unquestioning obedience, Gemma finds her feelings for Sir William evolving rapidly. She begins to wonder what it would feel like to be stripped bare and held tight in his strong arms, helpless and blushing, yet longing for him to claim her hard and thoroughly. 


Even as her desire for him grows stronger, she frets about the secrets he keeps from her. His skill in battle alone tells her that he is no mere woodsman, and the hilt of his sword bears a marking that cannot be mistaken—a symbol that she believed had passed into legend. Can she trust this man with her life and that of her sister? Will he fail her in her hour of greatest need, or will her rogue knight prove himself worthy of not only her submission but her love as well? 


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




Tuesday, November 19, 2013

#Figging Gemma

I wanted to say that I don't know what it is about figging that is so hot but that would be a total lie. It's everything about it - the humiliation involved for the receiver, the submission, the positioning, the absolute domination of the one doing the figging- not to mention the physical heat of the root. That is yum. 

When I went back home last month, one of my friends mentioned reading Taught To Kneel which was the first book where I did a figging scene. I think I turned bright red- I didn't realize she knew my pen name...and I certainly didn't realize she was starting with that particular book... 

But hey, life is easier out of the closet.

The is a piece form Her Rogue Knight where I wrote an entire chapter, I admit, completely for the figging. It's a short snippet but I hope you enjoy it...

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She eyed the ginger once, looked at him nervously, then taking her legs to hip width, bent forward and placed her elbows flat on the bed.

“Good girl,” he said. “Hollow out your back.”

She did, lifting her hips to him, feeling a rush of heat at her sex.

His hand was on her hip, and as she turned to look over her shoulder she found him studying her bottom, his pupils dark, marking his arousal, which only served to heighten hers. He then placed the ginger root into his mouth once, turned his eyes to hers, then drew it out slowly.

She swallowed.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“What are you going to do with it, sir?” she asked.

He grinned. “You’ll take it inside your bottom, and you will hold it there until I’m ready to replace it with my cock.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. She eyed the thick finger of ginger again, then shifted her gaze to the bulge that took up the front of his pants. He didn’t waste time as he brought the tip of the root to her anus, and she immediately clenched.

“You know better than that.”


She only needed to hear the tone of his reprimand to relax her muscles, softening her buttocks, allowing him to spread her open. When the cold tip pressed against her back hole, she made a sound and looked forward, her face turning red.

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The scene continues for a while...