Maintenance Night Inspection #satspanks

Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week saw the release of Taming Naia, the story of the eldest of the Roark brothers, Liam. I'm assuming you know Luke and Jake from Taming Emma and Taming Megan... three brothers who spank. What's not to love?

For today's snippet, Liam has just sat down and Naia is standing before him with her hands at the back of her head, naked but her for her panties, awaiting inspection on maintenance night. And she's been naughty...

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“Take your panties down,” he said.

Without question or a moment of hesitation, she pulled them to just beneath her hips, fully aware that, depending on how closely he checked, she might receive a punishment tonight. She was banking on the fact he normally didn’t miss the little details.

“I love...” he began, brushing a finger between her thighs while she swallowed. “That you’re always ready for me,” he continued while her face burned red, a reaction she seemed not to be able to rid herself of.

He reached out a finger and tested the skin. “Tsk, tsk,” he said.

He’d noticed. Of course he would. He leaned back in his seat and waited.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Eyes on me,” he said.

She met his gaze.

“Explain.”

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Blurb 

Naia knows that Liam Roark has every right to be angry with her for sabotaging his career ten years ago with the accusation that he spanked her. When she seeks him out to ask his forgiveness, though, he will only give it on one condition: she'll have to accept the bare-bottom spanking she once falsely claimed to have been given. 

Although hesitant, Naia agrees, but after a painful and humiliating punishment which leaves her tearful and blushing, Liam sends her on her way. Despite her protests he is determined not to see her again… for his sake and for hers. He knows full well how strongly he yearns to dominate and have his way with her, and he fears she is far from ready to see that side of him. But Liam isn't the only one who has to come to terms with the past, and when Naia persists, he finds himself unable to resist the twenty-eight year old beauty any longer. 

Deciding to give her a taste of the life he lives, Liam brings her with him to his vacation home in Miami. He will demand her absolute obedience, thoroughly punish any defiance, and take her in any way he pleases, leaving her begging on her knees for more. But will the passion they ignite continue to burn hot once they return home? 

Publisher’s Note: Taming Naia is a stand-alone prequel to Taming Emma and Taming Megan. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. 

Also note that this book was published previously under the title Naia and the Professor.

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M is for Maintenance Night #spankA2Z Blog Hop Challenge

Today for Spanking Romance's Blog Hop Challenge,  I'd like to feature one of my favorite spanking books by one of my favorite authors: Maintenance Night by Trent Evans. I have to admit, this is one I have read multiple times, have had my husband read (in the hopes of inspiring) and have recommended to everyone I know. And it currently sits invisible on Amazon as it carries the dreaded Adult Tag...

What was it about Maintenance Night that made me fall in love with it? Well, it's hot. I think partly it's that I like the way Trent writes and his kinks line up with mine pretty well so if he writes it, I'm pretty much going to devour it, so today I'm sharing one of my favorite  reads with you. Here's just one scene to tease you with. A quick set up, it's maintenance night, as you might have guessed, and Troy has just inspected and warmed up his wife over his knee with a hand spanking. 

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He grabbed one of her wrists from behind her head, and led her swiftly down the hallway. He opened the door, and yanked her close, making her stumble into the stone wall of his chest. “Get in there. You know what I want. If you aren’t in position when I get back, you’ll regret it.”

He sent her into the darkened room with a crisp slap to her throbbing ass, before disappearing down the hallway.

She gulped, turning her head to look at the dreaded corner as she bent over the footboard of their tall bed. She both hated and loved the time-honored position, as the height of the bed always made her picture herself hanging her naked ass out over the precipice of an immense canyon. The helplessness of the position was equal parts mortifying and arousing, as she knew he’d walk in to see nothing but her too big ass, spread open for him and ready for punishment or pleasure — either one entirely at his whim. With a shudder, she realized he’d also see her inflamed, wet sex, smell her arousal. No matter how many tears she shed, no matter how loudly she cried out, her body would tell him everything he needed to know.

He liked to leave her there to stew, to think — to dread. It might be thirty seconds, or ten minutes. She would wonder, her senses amplified, listening for any sound, any hint he might be coming back down the hall. The snap of the house settling made her flinch.

“You’re ridiculous, Lacey,” she told herself. “You asked for this.” The quaver in her voice told her it wasn’t quite that simple. Had she really asked for this?

She remembered thinking about how to ask him. Just how do you tell your husband you want him to spank you until you cry? What is his reaction likely to be when you confess to harboring deep-seated fantasies of putting yourself in another’s hands, relinquishing all choice, all rights to your own body? She knew though, that Troy was the one. He had a core of steel he let her see every so often. His inner strength gave her hope Troy was the kind of man who could satisfy the dark needs seething beneath Lacey’s “good girl” façade.

So she’d finally conjured up the nerve to tell him. It was...weird. There was no other way to describe it. She’d pictured one of two possibilities: he’d look at her with a witch’s brew of shock, horror, and revulsion, shortly before serving her with divorce papers; or he’d take it as a lark, and assume his wife just wanted a little more “spice” in their lovemaking.

But it hadn’t been any of that. He’d just looked at her — through her, and simply nodded, his eyes bright and alive, and said, “We start tomorrow.”

“You aren’t falling asleep on me are you?”

Lacey jerked at his voice, jolted out of her reverie. He had a disconcerting habit of moving silently when he wanted to.

“Sorry, I — “

His hand pressed over her lips. “Shh, just be quiet, little girl. I don’t need your words. I need your cries.”

Oh fuck.

She felt it hit the mattress near her head. She knew what it was even before she laid eyes on that pale yellow length of rattan.

“Troy, you’ve already spank—”

His hand cracked down on her ass, the sound jarring. She yelped at the sting on her still sore flesh.

“I said quiet. I hadn’t intended to gag you, but if you can’t follow directions, you’ll be getting that too — along with the cane.”

Her lips moved, but his flinty gaze and clenched jaw stilled them. She nodded, defeated, closing her eyes tight.

She hated the fucking cane! Hated it.

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