Showing posts with label Spanking romance.. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Her Keeper: In His Custody by Helen Karol


I have Helen Karol here today with her latest installment in the Her Keeper serial, In His Custody (Part 2). She's sharing a pretty hot scene so be warned...
In this scene, Rick has taken Sara into one of the interrogations rooms to punish her for what is meant to be consensual discipline.  True to their surroundings, Rick sits her on his knee and begins to interrogate her over her understanding of the implements of chastisement lying on the table.  Despite her consent, Sara still struggles with acceptance when Rick explains how he intends to use the first two: an anal plug and ginger lube.
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I look at him incredulously.  “You’re not serious.  It’s huge.  You can’t stick that inside me.”
His face darkens and he turns me face down over his knees, flipping up my skirt to reveal my bare lower half.  “You're incorrigible, Sara.  You need to follow protocol much better than this.  It’s actually fairly small as anal plugs go.”  He rubs my bottom and then parts my cheeks.  I clench.  He’s really going to ream me with it and use some horrible burning lube to do it.
“I hate you.”  I fling at him.  I’m not sure where that invective came from.  I really don’t hate him at all, but now it’s out I refuse to retract it.
“This should take care of that nonsense, get you in the right submissive mood.  Just for that outburst you can keep it in while we’re in chambers.  That should make sure you behave.”
“Oh no.”  I squirm and kick as he lubes my opening and wastes no time forcing the smooth glass inside my bottom.  It’s very round and silky and the lube is thick.  It actually slips in more easily than his finger.  Despite its size it feels less intrusive.  Probably because he simply seats it in there rather than pumping it forcefully the way he did his fingers.  The feeling is not so much painful as stretching and filling. Very filling, but it doesn’t hurt.  Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.  It feels subduing.  It’s hard to be indignant and feisty with a large piece of long oval glass stuffed up your ass.
He keeps me across his knee and I start to relax until the burn sets in.  “Oh, ohh.  Shit.  It really burns.”  I fling my hands back.  "Take it out.”
He takes my wrists in his hand, holding them together up and away from my opening.  Then he proceeds to spank right on top of the plug, pushing it forward, deeper inside me.  He punctuates each spank with a lecturing word.  That.  Smack.  Is  Slap.  Quite.  Smack.  Enough.”
He sets me on my feet and marches me over to the wall until I’m right next to it, facing it.  The burn in my ass is awful, but as he’s made it clear it’s not coming out anytime soon, I focus on trying to relax and not increase the burn.  He lifts my dress and orders me to take it in my hands and keep it high so my butt’s on display.  I blush furiously, but do as I’m told.
“You can stay there for a few moments and compose yourself.  Keep this up and you’re going to earn yourself a lot worse than I have in mind.”
The minutes seem to tick by interminably.  The burn is bad, but bearable as long as I stay relaxed.  I begin to feel really stupid facing the wall with my bare butt on display and my bottom stuffed and burning.  I start to calm and consider that maybe I should strive to get in the right headspace.  There’s no point in pissing him off.  I should know that by now.
“Come here, Sara.”
I walk over, feeling awkward with the strange sensation of the plug and burn of the lube.  I keep my dress up off my backside like he arranged me, but down covering my front, trying to hold on to some of my dignity.  Thankfully he allows this. 
When I reach him, he looks at me sternly and I half expect him to order me to lift my dress completely.  Instead he surprises me with the opposite.  “You may put your dress down for now.  But be warned, little girl, piss me off much more and you’ll be punished naked.”
I nod, adding a hasty and respectful.  “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s better.  Now what’s the next item?”
I bite my lip and look at him swallowing in trepidation at the implement.  “It’s a paddle.  It seems big to me, but maybe it’s not as paddles go.”
He smiles and picks it up, patting it against his large hand.  It’s about the same size, although it’s hard to tell because it’s round.  It’s clear with holes and looks like plastic.
“It’s medium sized.  It’s lexan.  It stings very painfully, but won’t bruise.  I choose my implements with that in my mind.  I like to redden, welt, blister even, but not bruise.  I’m going to spank you with this across my knee.  I’ll give you a short warm up first with my hand.  I’ll be quite severe, but not anywhere near full force.  I won’t count.  I’ll spank you for about a minute.  Your bottom’s going to be very sore and swollen at the end of it.  It’s quite sound proofed in here so you may cry and howl a bit, but not too loud,  I think we’ve had enough of an audience for today, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.”  I've no problem agreeing with that observation.  I watch as he puts the paddle down and fingers the next two  items on the table.  “Alright.  What about these?”
I’m tempted to give him a look and say “Duh,” but I value the ability to sit sometime in the next year too much.  “Straps.  One small.  One big.”
He nods and picks up the small one.  Its short, but thick and supple.  I wince and my buttocks clench, increasing the burn, when he brings it down with a swift crack on the table.  “This is short enough to use across my knee.  Twenty with it.  Hard and fast, medium force.”

I lick my lips.  This is going to hurt like hell.  So why are my breasts and pussy throbbing in anticipation?  Why am I not trying to run screaming frantically from the room instead of waiting in fascination for him to begin?
Blurb
The warrant reignites Rick and Sara's feud and may damage their weekend deal. Can Rick assert his authority enough to convince Sara to trust him or is the battle on again? And will that dress that Sara wore to tease Rick arouse his fantasies so much that she ends up with a lot more than she bargained for? 

Sara is drawn to the teenage girl who needs her protection, while Luke's murder investigations unearth information that worries Rick about Sara's safety.  Keeping her close becomes imperative. 

Join Rick and Sara as their sizzling romance grows even hotter! 
Her Keeper is an ongoing e-serial that unfolds over multiple volumes ranging from 8,000 to 22,000 words each.  An erotic romance with explicit sexual content and elements of BDSM, it has a hot cop (two actually), sexy frisking, spanking, cuffing, anal play, a crazy, hot proposition and two people who are stubbornly in love. 

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Strapping Corinne - An Excerpt with Renee Rose

Renee Rose is here today with a HOT little snippet from her latex, Humbled. 

Hi Natasha, thank you for having me on your blog today!! 

I had fun writing my new spanking romance Humbled, as the idea of a fortune reversal and the tension between social classes during the French Revolution fascinates me. The hero, Jean-Claude is a pretty good guy--I couldn’t make him too mean to Corinne just because she was an aristocrat, but he’s not afraid to spank her to help her understand her new “place” with him as her master if she wants him to help get her to safety. When the captain of the ship they’re on wants to see the lady lowered and goads her into throwing her wine in a passenger’s face, Jean-Claude steps in to deliver her punishment, rather than have her suffer at the captain’s hands.

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She whirled to face him. “I hate you!” she hissed.
“Would you rather be whipped by me or one of them?”
Her jaw thrust forward and her eyes flashed, but she threw herself at him—smacking her forehead against his breastbone and leaving it there. He took it as a request for an embrace and wrapped his arms around her, though she did not return the hug.
“Come,” he said, spying the leather strap hanging on the wall. He retrieved it and sank onto one of the wooden chairs, pulling her over his lap.
She gripped the legs of the chair in her fists and glared at him over her shoulder.
“The sooner you cry, the sooner this will be over,” he said, knowing he could not walk out of there without Corinne looking properly chastised.
“I will never cry!”
He sighed. “I feared you would say that.”
Lifting her skirt up over her back, he clamped her legs under one of his own and brought the leather strap down across her two cheeks. The sound reverberated through the room, and he imagined the men out on the deck could hear it as well. Corinne did not make a peep. He was not surprised. He struck her again and again, landing even stripes across her bare bottom, down to her thighs, then back up again, then repeating the pattern. He kept a steady, rapid pace.
“I admire your pluck, Corinne. I truly do. But I have doubts as to your ability to appropriately assess risk.”
She still did not utter a cry, but her body writhed and danced across his lap, even with his leg holding her in place. He knew she must be experiencing pain by now, even if she was furious.
“We are at the mercy of the captain for the remainder of this trip, and we have only been sailing for one day! Do you think you could have held your temper?”

“No!”

Blurb
Sentenced to die at age eleven for stealing a pig, Jean-Claude receives an unexpected reprieve when a young aristocrat girl takes the blame instead. When the mobs of the French Revolution fall upon her château years later, Jean-Claude knows he must save her and repay his debt, but as they begin their long flight to safety he makes it clear he is not her servant and he will deal firmly with any disobedience. Though he initially intends to send her off by ship, the beautiful, feisty Corinne inspires a fierce protectiveness in Jean-Claude that makes it hard to say goodbye.

Corinne is alternately infuriated and attracted to the handsome peasant who has no qualms about turning her over his knee and spanking her bare bottom when she steps out of line. When he ends up joining her on a ship to New Orleans, their futures become inextricably intertwined, but can a common-born blacksmith and the daughter of a lord find enough common ground to make a permanent match?
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Renee Rose is a modern dance teacher,Feldenkrais Practitioner(R), energy worker and kinkster. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around her favorite kink: spanking.

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