Saturday, September 6, 2014

Silas as Disciplinarian #satspanks #spanking


Good morning all and welcome back to Saturday spankings. Today I'm sharing a piece from Given to the Savage, my latest release. In this piece, we get a glimpse at Silas as the disciplinarian of his settlement. Here, he's about to punish Kara who knew what Rowan was doing to try to save herself from having to return to the Colony. But her actions went too far and the results were disastrous, nearly killing Rowan, and so Silas is not going easy on Kara for not coming to him and telling him what was going on.


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Kara nodded, keeping her head down, trying to stifle her tears as he led her out back to the woodshed at the far end of their garden. Once inside, he switched on the light and decided on a spot. “Put your hands on the stool there and raise your skirt, Kara.”

“How many?” she asked, barely able to meet his gaze.

He’d only had to punish her once before and that was more than half a year ago. “Twenty,” he said, gesturing for her to get ready.

Kara bent and put her hands on the low wooden stool but made no move to lift her skirt.


“Bare,” he said.

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In the aftermath of a plague which brought civilization to its knees and left most of the world’s female population sterile, breeders—the few women who remain fertile—have become a precious commodity. Breeders live in relative comfort, but upon reaching adulthood they are tasked with bearing one child after another to carry on the species. Frequent medical assessments keep the breeders healthy and harsh punishments keep them in line.

As a breeder who has just come of age, Rowan knows she will soon be little more than a slave, but when she dares to resist her fate the penalty is severe. After a shameful, public chastisement and a thorough, humiliating examination to determine her suitability for child-bearing, Rowan is given to a savage from outside the community—a huge brute of a man named Silas—to be bred.

Against all expectations, Rowan finds herself drawn to her new captor. Brave, ruggedly handsome, and even kind at times, Silas is everything the men who enslaved her were not. When the time comes for him to breed her, despite the circumstances something deep inside her begs for him to take her long and hard. But while she soon finds herself longing to be his forever, Rowan knows that eventually those who gave her to him will try to take her back. When that day comes will Silas fight to keep her at his side even if it means risking everything he loves?

Publisher’s Note: His to Breed is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



Friday, September 5, 2014

#Spanking Romance End of Summer Blog Hop


Hello and welcome to the End of Summer/Back to School Blog Hop hosted by Spanking Romance Reviews and Saturday Spankings! I'm sad that summer is over but there's nothing like a naughty back to school story... Today I'm sharing a piece from an upcoming book (unedited and untitled just yet). There's a lot of reading to do so I'll just get right to it. Do make sure you leave a comment (including your e-mail address) answering the question at the end of the my story to be eligible for the grand prize drawings as well as my own prize. There are some awesome prizes on this hop! If you click on the image above, you'll be sent to the spanking romance reviews site for a detailed prize list. For now, my story...
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Amy quickly shoved her iPhone under her pillow and lay back down, just glancing at the clock. It wasn't even 5:00PM yet. She didn't expect Cade home until closer to six. She closed her eyes, willing herself to calm down, knowing she'd have to lie to him, kicking herself now for being too chicken to just go in and take the damned test!
"Hey, honey," Cade said, opening the door and walking into the bedroom. In his hand, he carried a huge bouquet of wild flowers which only added to her guilt.
"Hi," she said, trying to make herself sound sick.
"Are you feeling ok?" he asked, coming toward her, his hand moving to her forehead to check if she felt warm when he saw her lying in bed. "It's not like you to lie around."
"I felt nauseous after lunch and just a little dizzy and warm so I thought I'd lie down and take it easy."
"You do feel a little warm," he said.
She did? 
She cleared her throat. "I called to postpone my exam. I wanted to be 100% to take it, you know?"
He studied her, turning her face from side to side, examining her as he would a patient. "You look a little flushed, but maybe that's all these blankets," he said, pushing them down to her waist. "You got dressed?"
She'd just gotten home an hour ago after meeting Lydia for an impromptu shopping trip. With her afternoon freed up, Lydia had needed help finding a dress for a date and Amy had joined her. 
"I never got undressed. I was fine this morning, it was just after lunch that I started to feel strange."
Just then, the phone she'd tucked under her pillow buzzed with a message. She'd been texting Lydia just before Cade had gotten home.
"What's that?" he asked, reaching for the phone before she could grab it.
"Oh, probably Lydia. I told her I wasn't feeling well," Amy lied.
Cade read the display and spoke to her while he scrolled through what she knew were the previous messages. "Your professor called to say he was concerned that you'd missed this exam." Still scrolling and not meeting her eye, "I remember you making up the last one but hadn't realized you'd missed so many classes this month," he finished, turning his attention to her then, his gaze very serious.
Was he waiting for an answer? She just stared up at him.
He looked back to the phone when it buzzed with another message. "Looks like Lydia found a nice dress," he said, holding the phone up for Amy to see the picture.
Amy looked at it and the message just before which read: Perfect fit, shopping was fun this afternoon. Thanks for coming with!
"Cade, I can explain…" she began. "I wasn't feeling well enough to take the test, I still feel warm, you said so yourself…" She started to sit up but he put a hand on her shoulder, and lay her back down.
"Why don't you lie down, honey. I'll just get my medical bag and take your temperature properly before we continue this conversation. In the meantime, why don't you roll over onto your belly and pull your pants and panties down to get ready for me." He stood and Amy swallowed.
"What?" she began, her body reacting even at the thought of the humiliation he intended. He'd always been dominant with her, it was something she always sought out in men. But this sounded different. He sounded different, like he knew all along she was lying, and today, he was going to punish her for it.
"Here," he said, reaching over to his side of the bed and handing her his pillow. "Slip this under your hips for me. I'll be right back. Make sure you're in position."

She stared at his back as he walked out the door, her mouth too dry to respond, her body a whirlwind of emotions: excitement, rebellion, resistance.  He was going to teach her a lesson, she knew it. But he wouldn’t do it really, would he? Surely he didn’t intend on taking her temperature in that most embarrassing way possible?
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That's all for now folks. I love the word folks. Picked it up when I worked with a bunch of cowboys... :) Anyhow, back on track, my question for you, how do you feel about anal play in spanking stories? Is it ever too much? Too little? Are you just glad it's the heroine and not you ;) Please be sure to leave your e-mail address in the comments so we can contact you if you win!! For my prize, I'd like to offer a $10 Amazon, Blushing Books or Cane-IAC gift card (winner's choice). Thanks for stopping by to read and make sure you check out the other bloggers as well and a quick shout out here for Adaline Raine who did the awesome graphics for the hop!!! 

Happy Hopping...

Monday, September 1, 2014

A Harsh Punishment #Spanking from Given to the Savage ...continued from #satspanks


I wanted to continue the scene from Given to the Savage that I shared this past weekend for Saturday Spankings (if you haven't read it, it's only eight sentences long and precedes this so click here to get to that link). It was a non-consensual piece and I think it might have bothered some people. This book as a whole is not a sweet romance but a story set in a time of fear and of a love that begins rooted in that fear. 

Writing this book was very different than writing any other I have written, but at this point in my writing, I firmly believe in an HEA, no matter how impossible, and I promise there is one to come...only it won't be until much later. 

At the end of this scene, the reader learns the why behind Silas' actions, or at least some of it. It doesn't wholly absolve him of his sins, but perhaps shines a little light on this harsh savage of a man. It's a huge spoiler though so I'm not taking you that far in this snippet but here is the continuation from Saturday's post...

*scene begins from Silas point of view and switches to Rowan's at the break

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He wanted to drive into her, to take from her without giving anything back. God knew after whipping her, that that was how he should take her, how he needed to take her. But as he looked down at her still, waiting form, no longer struggling, just waiting, knowing what would now come, he could not. Instead, he reached one hand around and with his cock deep inside her, he found her swollen clit and his fingers grew as wet as his cock in her drenched pussy.

“Come,” he said, his voice hoarse, his fingers working her clit while he fucked her, his cock thrusting in and out of her, stretching her tight pussy to accommodate his thick length. “Come, Rowan.”

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Rowan’s mouth went slack as his fingers worked her clit. Her ass felt as though it were aflame while his cock stretched and filled her pussy, burning her from the inside with its merciless assault. She shouldn’t want to come. She shouldn’t want to give herself like this. He could take her, he would take her, whether she wanted it or not, but she shouldn’t want it. He had just punished her without pity. He had whipped her harder than she had ever been whipped in her life. And here she was, moments away from an ecstasy she did not understand.

“Come,” he said again, emotion turning the word into a desperate plea, leaving her no choice but to come, and when she did, he moved faster inside her, fucking her harder, his one hand holding her hip high, digging into the flesh there as his movements grew more frantic until he made that same desperate sound again, his cock throbbing, pulsing, releasing his seed into her, until finally, he collapsed on top of her, crushing her into the bed.

Their breathing quieted in time and Silas rolled off her and onto his side, holding her tight to him with the very hand that had dealt her cruel punishment. She looked down at it, at his fingers splayed wide over her belly, keeping her to him. She touched it lightly at first, then pressed her hand over his and sucked in a deep, ragged breath, feeling quiet and a sort of solace as silent tears slid down her face. Tears not at the pain, not at the punishment she had endured, but perhaps more tears of acceptance, of knowing her fate fully. Strangely, it was a welcome thing and something had shifted between them. Maybe he too had come to that acceptance, she wondered. Perhaps they both needed this: he to give and she to take this punishment that didn’t wholly belong to her. Whatever it was, something had shifted.

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In the aftermath of a plague which brought civilization to its knees and left most of the world’s female population sterile, breeders—the few women who remain fertile—have become a precious commodity. Breeders live in relative comfort, but upon reaching adulthood they are tasked with bearing one child after another to carry on the species. Frequent medical assessments keep the breeders healthy and harsh punishments keep them in line.

As a breeder who has just come of age, Rowan knows she will soon be little more than a slave, but when she dares to resist her fate the penalty is severe. After a shameful, public chastisement and a thorough, humiliating examination to determine her suitability for child-bearing, Rowan is given to a savage from outside the community—a huge brute of a man named Silas—to be bred.

Against all expectations, Rowan finds herself drawn to her new captor. Brave, ruggedly handsome, and even kind at times, Silas is everything the men who enslaved her were not. When the time comes for him to breed her, despite the circumstances something deep inside her begs for him to take her long and hard. But while she soon finds herself longing to be his forever, Rowan knows that eventually those who gave her to him will try to take her back. When that day comes will Silas fight to keep her at his side even if it means risking everything he loves?

Publisher’s Note: His to Breed is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive medical play, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.