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.  

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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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Desiring Death by C.P. Mandala

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Violetta is an executioner… of vampires. Famed for her fiery beauty and mesmerising personality, she has never failed an assignment.
Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire, though. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception. He now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.
If he’s allowed to stay alive long enough, that is.
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Do You Want to Fight Me?
‘Do you want to fight me, princess? Do you want to slam those little fists of yours against my chest and call me names?’
She didn’t answer him. Her voice was locked away within her throat once more, at his request. He had obviously heard enough this evening. Her job was to lay there and look pretty, she guessed. Oh dear God.
Black ropes slithered up her limbs, and they coiled around her flesh in a serpentine fashion, winding themselves tighter and tighter, tugging at her limbs. No.
‘I want you spread wide open for me, Violetta. That way you’ll be ready to be taken at a moment’s notice. I’ll also be able to see how aroused you are for me, and I think you like this body of mine, don’t you, Vi?
Her grunt of protest remained trapped inside her head, but she knew he heard it.
‘Oh, I know you find me attractive. Now we’re going to work on needs, wants and desires. I’m going to train you to be desperate for the slightest touch my hand may choose to bestow upon your flesh. We’re going to make you a hungry, panting, pathetic little slave who lives for nothing more than to pleasure and serve the capricious notions of her master. I’ve developed quite an overactive imagination over the years, I’ll have you know. We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I.’
The words were lost in her head, but they echoed over and over. The rope was reeling her arms and legs tightly into the wooden corners of the four poster bed and she was beginning to resemble a large ‘X’ shape. Try as she might, bracing her arms and legs against the firm tugs did not help in the slightest. Finally, she was splayed out to the ropes satisfaction and the pressure against her wrists and ankles lessoned slightly.
Martinet ran his index and middle finger up and around the small ridge of her ankle. He watched intently as she sucked in air. At this moment in time her mind did not like his fingers upon her. Her body called her a liar, though, and trembled at the ridiculously light touch.
His fingers then dived under the glistening organza of her gown and crept up a shapely calf. Tiny little steps that did little more than tickle her, but she got noticeably more nervous as they tiptoed higher and higher.
‘You never thanked me for the arm, you know.’
Violetta told him, in no uncertain terms, just what he could do with his thank you.
‘Tsk, tsk. A lady never swears.’ He grinned at her, letting the pads of his fingers brush up against the delicate skin of her inner thigh. The nervous pounding of her heart and the flush of heat that turned her cheeks from alabaster to cherry almost instantly, told him all he needed to know. His fingers wandered higher.
‘Don’t. Stop.’ The whispered plea inside her head was frantic.
‘Oh, I don’t intend to,’ he said, deliberately misunderstanding her and without warning his hand clamped around her sex. She rose up into him and gasped. It appeared that her body was once again under her control. Oh who was she kidding? The vamp played her better than Hendrix played the guitar. He knew when to stroke, when to cajole and, more importantly, when to strike.
‘My goodness, you’re not wearing any panties,’ he exclaimed with a devilish gleam in his eyes. ‘Why you wanton little…’ Martinet didn’t finish his last word. Now that Violetta had regained the use of her voice, she was about to use it at the top of her lungs. Unfortunately, Martinet was once again one step ahead of her, and his face was rapidly descending towards hers. The scream that had been bursting to escape just seconds ago, curdled in her throat. Her body pulled against the ropes. Not to get away from him, as it should have, but to move closer. She wanted those talented lips on hers. She wanted his hands on her fevered, naked flesh and already, she craved the intense pleasure that he could so easily bestow upon her. Covering her lips with his own, he breathed her in. She, on the other hand, couldn’t breathe at all. His hands were running up her arms, tracing delicate, rambling patterns on her flesh, while his tongue might have been forked like a dragon’s, for it spilled sparkling flames of fire wherever it landed. The ropes rubbed tightly against her wrists and ankles, but she didn’t give a damn. She drank him in whole and writhed sinuously underneath his body, begging for more of the same.
‘Isn’t it hideously embarrassing to be this attracted to your jailor?’ His lips left hers with a soft pop and for a moment she just blinked in surprise. Her body was still pulling against her bonds, trying to get ever closer to her talented antagonist. It was horribly humiliating. That alone made her furious.
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Christina (C.P.) Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.
She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling, surfing and sailing. In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Interview with a Dominant: Part Three with James Johnson

Welcome back to the final installment in my three-part series, Interview with a Dominant. Over the last two weeks, I interviewed DJ Black (A Voice in the Corner) and Secret Spanko, and this week, I have James Johnson of Stormy Night Publications, my publisher. 

I got to talking with James when I first submitted a book to Stormy Night almost two years ago. I was totally in the closet then and kind of nervous about it all, and James was great. I almost didn't feel embarrassed at all ;) and I've loved working with him. I find him to be friendly, open and so very patient. I've learned a ton from him (best content editor ever by the way) and I don't think I'd be close to where I am now career -wise if I hadn't stumbled upon SNP, and James and Korey. 

James does like to give a thorough answer so I'll limit my rambling.. here he is:

Natasha: When did you first become aware of your sexual interest in spanking? How old were you? Did you have a name for it at the start? Did you know this was the way some of us just are or was it something you tried to set aside and hide from? How did you feel about it? 

James: I first became aware of my interest in spanking at a very young age, long before puberty or any interest in sexual matters. I would say perhaps around five years old I first realized that spanking excited me. It wasn’t a sexual excitement at that time (or at least not in the sense that one gets sexually excited post-puberty), but rather just a deep fascination with it.

If there was a scene in a book I was reading that had a spanking in it, no matter how brief, I would read it over and over again to myself. Sometimes I would read a book just because it seemed like maybe it would have a spanking in it. The same went for the much rarer situations in which spanking came up on TV or in movies. The best example of this is the movie Tom Sawyer. I remember it irritating me to no end that Tom took that switching for Becky so I didn’t get to see an older girl (to my five-year-old eyes) get a sound switching.

I didn’t have a name for my interest in spanking growing up, and to be honest I don’t have a name for it now. I’m just a man who likes spanking. I don’t like the word spanko, and I use it only occasionally and always grudgingly. It is a word that seems to imply that spanking defines who I am as a person, and I don’t like that. I also don’t think of myself as a dom (I flat out refuse to capitalize that), and while I would perhaps call myself a dominant man, I don’t think that is necessarily inherently linked to spanking. Plenty of men take leadership roles in various aspects of life without spanking anyone, and there are also plenty of men who enjoy giving spankings but aren’t interested in having a dominant role in their day to day relationships with their wives.

As for hiding from my interest in spanking, I certainly knew instinctively that it wasn’t something I should discuss with anyone else as a child. Once I hit puberty and started talking and joking about sex with other teenage boys (and occasionally teenage girls, although I wasn’t sexually active at that time), I quickly realized that quite a few people had at least some interest in spanking as a part of sex, sexual foreplay, and especially the sorts of sexualized horseplay that are common among teenagers.

On the other hand, I didn’t realize significant numbers of people had an interest in discipline-oriented spanking until age sixteen when I started exploring the internet after guessing the password to the adult website blocking software my dad had put on our family computer. I realized it was more widespread than I thought when I saw a fiction book called Lorna Barrett (http://www.worldcat.org/title/lorna-barrett/oclc/55738684) in the “Relationships” section of a Barnes and Noble (which was where they kept what passed for their erotica section). What made this book unique is that it had no sex or romance, it was just a series of stories of an nineteen-year-old woman being spanked, caned, strapped, paddled, etc. at a reform school, by her parents, by a police officer, by her pastor, and so forth. Basically, it was really hot, without any of that boring erotic romance stuff you girls like. :)

Finally, I wouldn’t say I felt (or feel today) one way or the other about my interest in spanking. It is a part of me, and it isn’t something I’ve ever wished wasn’t a part of me. I’m neither ashamed nor especially proud of it.

Natasha: When was the time when you decided to act — to try to find a partner who might be interested in exploring this with you? I imagine for men, especially as the dominant partner, there may be some conflicting emotions internally.

James: This question has several answers depending on what you mean by “decided to act”. The first time I struck a girl on the backside was while horsing around with others on the high school swim team. A girl hit me in the head with an empty box of some kind for basically no reason, and when she happened to bend over a table to reach for something a moment later, I struck her across the bottom with a kickboard. If you don’t know what those are, it was one like this Amazon but made of a harder material as opposed to foam. It wasn’t as hard as wood and it was over her jeans, so it wouldn’t have left a bruise or anything like that, but the swat resulted in a satisfying sound and she jumped up and grabbed her bottom.

I ended up swimming dozens of laps of butterfly stroke (the most tiring stroke in competitive swimming) as punishment from the coach, along with several of the other guys on the team, as a result of this and several other “spanking related” incidents that had taken place while the team was horsing around basically unsupervised. The lecture from our coach basically consisted of him saying in a very exasperated tone “you can’t spank the girls on the team, god-dammit”.

Something to keep in mind here is that the girls on the team were not innocent victims of the predations of the boys. They did far more egregious things to myself and the other boys on the team than vice versa, because they knew they could get away with it unpunished. Just as one example among many, at one point at practice the women’s team captain snuck up behind the men’s team captain and yanked down his swim trunks in front of most of the team, of course knowing full well that you don’t wear anything underneath those.

With that rant over, I’ll move on… The first time I actually gave an over the knee spanking was in college. The girl I was dating at the time liked to be wrestled with and pinned down, and she would playfully provoke me into doing that frequently. The first time I spanked her was in a hotel room on a weekend trip together. She did something bratty to provoke me and I started wrestling with her as usual. Then I suddenly realized I could easily pin her in the OTK position.

I decided to go for it, and I gave her a short spanking over her panties (it was before we went to bed, so she was already wearing just a T-shirt and panties). She was aroused by it, and we fooled around. I then spent the rest of the weekend looking for another chance to spank her, and when she gave me another opportunity with another playful provocation, I took her over my knee again. This time I pulled her panties down and spanked harder, and she fought much harder to get away, but still enjoyed it.

We stayed together another year and a half after that, and did a decent amount of spanking play, but the spanking was always really for my benefit. What she liked was being held down despite her struggling, and for her the spanking just provided an excuse for her to wrestle with me and eventually be overpowered.

After splitting up with her, I met a few girls on spanking personals sites, but nothing really came of it until I met Korey. I met her through what is now www.spanko.net, and we started chatting. Within a day or two we were talking on the phone, and within a week she had agreed to let me visit her in Oregon (I lived in Austin at the time). The night after I arrived in Oregon and we went on our first date, I spanked her in her apartment, and I spanked her every other day during the visit after that. She visited me in Austin a little over a month later, then I visited her in Philadelphia where she had taken an internship after finishing undergrad, and in September she moved in with me in Austin. We’ve now been together almost eight years and married for more than six, and she makes me very happy.

Natasha: What was the actual first time like for you? Being the submissive partner is one thing but to be the dominant one lays even more pressure on the shoulders of said Dom. 

James: The spanking I described above (with the girl I dated in college) was hot, because I’d never gotten to do that before. I wasn’t really nervous because it wasn’t her idea so I didn’t have to try to meet her expectations. She also had a good bit more sexual experience than me, so it was exciting that I could do something with her that she’d never had done before and have it turn her on (although again, it was really 99% the being held down part that turned her on).

The first spanking I gave to another spanko, someone I met online after that college girlfriend but before Korey, was just ok. She wanted a very severe spanking and didn’t react much at all, and that doesn’t really do anything for me.

The first time I spanked Korey was one of the best days of my life. There isn’t really much more to say about it than that, without writing out a much, much longer answer. It was far better than anything I’d ever done before with a girl, and that first night with her remains one of the hottest experiences of my life. It wasn’t that we did things then that we don’t still do now, and we’re probably much better at it by now, it is just that it was our first time and therefore special.

Natasha: Erotic spanking vs. true punishment spanking, can you talk about the difference for you here — I mean in the reality of it. Domestic discipline often sounds hot in fiction but I want the real life experience. I think I would punch my husband if he tried to spank me when I was not in the mood (although it’s rare I’m not in the mood…) Has Korey every punched you?

James: The key difference in my mind between erotic and disciplinary spanking is that an erotic spanking is for play and a discipline spanking is not. When giving a discipline spanking to Korey, I am not usually aroused beyond the first few swats. I don’t spank excessively hard (she almost never has marks on her bottom that don’t fade in a few hours at most), but Korey doesn’t like being spanked hard, which means a discipline spanking isn’t erotic for her at all.

This isn’t a situation where she is saying one thing and her body is doing another, and the same goes for me. When a woman is bare-bottomed over your knee, it is pretty easy to see if she is aroused, and when a woman is over a man’s lap, it is pretty easy for her to tell if he is aroused. When I spank Korey for discipline, she is almost never aroused at any point during the punishment. I’m usually aroused for the first few spanks, but once it really starts to sting and she starts to struggle and ask me to stop, my arousal dies very quickly. I like giving spankings, but I’m not a sadist, and I especially don’t like Korey being upset.

It is worth keeping in mind that I’ve never physically forced Korey into a spanking. I hold her in place over my lap during a discipline spanking once it starts, because there would be no way at all to give one otherwise, but I don’t force the issue if she wants to talk things over first. The only time I could imagine forcing her would be if it was some kind of life-or-death or at least serious health-related issue, like her refusing to take an important prescription medication or her trying to drive while drunk or walk through a dangerous part of town by herself. I’m not sure whether Korey would punch me in a situation like that, and I highly doubt I’ll ever have to find out, because she would never put us in that situation.

I don’t spank Korey for discipline often (probably no more than once every few months, at most), and more severe ones are less frequent than that. As I believe I once explained it to you in a discussion on one of your books, a real discipline spanking has some similarities to a visit to the dentist for a painful but necessary procedure. Korey and I both believe that me putting my foot down when it is important and backing it up with a spanking when needed keeps our relationship healthy and is better for both her happiness and mine in the long term.

Natasha: Are you open about this part of your life with friends and/or family? If you are open about it with non-spankos, how have they reacted? Do you seek out friends with the same interest? If so, is there a difference in that sort of friendship, especially with another male dominant? 

James: Most of my close friends know that I find spanking hot, but spanking is so commonly discussed on TV, in the movies, etc. that it is basically vanilla at this point. Zero of my close, non-spanking community friends know that I discipline Korey, and I’d like to keep it that way. Korey did tell two of her closest friends at one point, and both of them still think to this day that I “abuse” her, despite them both having known that she was interested in spanking and domestic discipline before she ever met me. That has served as a cautionary tale for me.

Among my family, my mom knows that Korey and I met through our interest in spanking and that I spank Korey for discipline, because at one point she overheard a conversation related to Korey’s writing. We all do our best to pretend that this never happened and we never speak of it. My sister knows that Korey and I publish “stuff like 50 Shades of Grey”, but not that I actually spank Korey for discipline. My dad remains blissfully ignorant of it all, at least as far as I know.
  
Natasha: Where do you think this stems from — nature or nurture, a mix, something else?

James: I think that it is primarily nature. The fact that some people find the physical sensation of being struck on the buttocks arousing is almost certainly nature. The fact that some (I would say most, if I’m not being politically correct) women want a dominant man (if they are being honest with themselves) is pretty easily explained by nature as well. A dominant man is going to be a better provider and protector in the type of scenarios in which human behavior evolved (i.e. Grugg hunt and kill wildebeest and fight off lions. If Grugg’s cousin Ungg try to carry off Grugg’s woman, Grugg hit Ungg with club. Grugg’s woman cook wildebeest and clean cave. If cave not clean by time Grugg bring home wildebeest, Grugg’s woman get spanking.)

I think the only role nurture plays, or rather that society in general plays, is providing the link between dominance and spanking.

Natasha: I really think I can just keep asking questions based on answers to these interviews forever... Thanks so much, James, for saying yes when I asked if you'd do the interview. I appreciate it and I know readers are enjoying these posts. 

If you missed either of the previous interviews, here is the link to DJ Black's post and here is the one for Secret Spanko. Questions and comments are welcome (and do read them from the other two posts as well, there were some good ones). Thanks for reading!

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Refining Fire by Sophie Kisker

 I'm really excited to have Sophie Kisker visiting today. I met her through Livia Grant I think it was and have just enjoyed talking with her and am thoroughly enjoying her books. Here's Sophie...

I'm so excited that Natasha is hosting me on her blog today!  She's been bugging me for months to drop by and there was always one reason or another I couldn't.  But I'm celebrating because the last book in my series, Refining Fire: Finding Home Book 3, was published this week!  Here's a juicy excerpt:

Jenny – just freed from her time as a slave –  is waking up in the arms of her new husband.  She has just reached under the covers and found something to play with…

Michael smiled sleepily.  "Mmm... you have exactly one hour to finish what you've started.”
“Is that an order, Master?” she teased.
“Why, yes.  Yes it is.”
“Well, I don't take orders any more.  You'll have to find some slave, somewhere else, to do your bidding.” She started getting out of bed and before she knew what happened, she was flipped onto her back.  He was on top of her in a moment, somehow managing to pin her arms at her side at the same time.
“Okay, I don't want a slave, I want you.  And you're going to be so sorry you tried to get out of bed.  In fact, I have half a mind to tie you here all day and just have my way with you."  
“And what exactly would you do for fun if I passed out from all this pleasure?” she questioned with a grin.
“Oh, just giving you that much pleasure would be a real morale booster by itself.”
“Is that part of my new job?  Mrs. ‘Morale-booster’?”
“Oh, yes.  A very important part of the job, in fact.”
“I can do that,” she agreed.  “I'm happy to provide whatever morale-lifting is needed.”  She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“What about if I need to relieve some frustration?” he asked.
“Hmm, are you talking about the 'screw-me-till-you-feel-better' type of relief, or the 'ten-swats-to-my-butt-will-make-you-feel-better' type of relief?”
The gleam in his eye told her what she wanted to know.  “Have I shown you the belt collection I have hanging in my office closet?”
“Uh, uh – no way – ”  She started pulling away in mock fright.  He yanked her back firmly and pinned her down again.
“Even if I do this afterwards?” He leaned down and gently suckled on one of her nipples, causing shivers to ripple across her body.
“N-n-no, Sir, not even that,” she managed to get out.
“How about this?” This time he moved down between her legs and parted them, leaning forward to gently flick her clit with his tongue.  
“Maybeeee...” she gasped.  
He proceeded to lick and suck his way up and down the sensitive tissues. She wiggled and squealed as he held her legs spread wide.  He finally returned to her little button. He looked up at her, grinned, and bent back down to his work, tugging and licking and sucking and nibbling, and she was flying higher and higher until she thought she would pass out...
“Michael!  Say the trigger! Please!”  
"Maybe you should wait…" He glanced up with a wicked evil look.   
"Oh, you bastard!  Please!"
He bent back down.  His tongue resumed its task and he kept her in ecstatic agony for a few minutes longer before whispering, “Jenny, come for me.”
Her body exploded into a thousand shards and her world went a little black.  When her senses finally returned he was looking down at her.
“Of course, if you're going to get that kind of reward for taking a spanking, it will have to be at least twenty swipes of the belt.”  He was grossly exaggerating.
“Uh huh,” she said breathlessly, nodding her head up and down rapidly. For that kind of orgasm she would have agreed to many more.  To be honest, she would have let him spank her, hand or belt, for no reward, if he really wanted to – but she wasn't going to admit that to him.

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Refining Fire is the final book in the Finding Home series.  Jenny and Liz are free at last. Now Jenny must step into the role of leader of her people – a role she never expected to have. Liz must take the first uncertain steps towards independence, helping the people who turned their back on her long ago. Together with Michael and Ryan, the masters of their hearts, they finally confront the evil that has threatened their lives and homes. 

Sophie's books are part of the Kindle Unlimited program so if you're a member, you can read them for free!


Odyssey:  Finding Home Book 1  is the first book of the series, and tells the story of Liz Peltier, who becomes a pawn in an old political game that tears her world apart.  Forced to serve as a slave for the next several years on the estate of her captors, she struggles to accept her new life - a life of domination and submission, of pleasure and pain.  But when she starts to see that her captors may not be the bad guys after all, she grows to realize that her deepest fulfillment comes when she is on her knees.  Should she fight these feelings?  Or choose to embrace them?   
This story has a "Happily For Now" ending, and a really hot Master who doesn't know a good thing when she's standing right before him.

Sanctuary:  Finding Home Book 2   continues Liz and Ryan's story and adds the story of Jenny, a young woman fleeing from the men who have murdered her family.  The only safe place to hide is at her Uncle's estate – and the only way to stay hidden there is to become one of the slaves. She certainly never expected to fall in love with one of the Masters while she was there. And when the bad guys find her, she and Liz must run for their lives and hope their Masters can find them in time.


All three books contain scenes of BDSM including spanking, punishments both fun and not so fun, orgasm control, anal training, and brief f/f scenes.  It also has bad guys who do bad things, so please be aware there are scenes of rape. 

Friday, February 13, 2015

The Medic of Brighton Creek by Adaline Raine


I have Adaline Raine here today - and I'm the last stop of her blog tour for The Medic of Brighton Creek! Woohoo! 

Hi Natasha! I'm thrilled to be ending my tour on your blog. Thanks so much for wrapping it up. In this snippet Mikayla asks Sam just what he means by his threats but he isn't sure at this stage of the game just what she wants.

Be sure to stop by http://brattyadaline.blogspot.com/2015/01/medictour.html to see all the stops along the way. I'm giving away free books as well as sharing snippets and chatting about all sorts of things!

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“It’s a quarter after five. Why? Do you have some place to be?” His attitude grated on her nerves and she decided to situate herself back on the cushions. 
“No. I’m just tired. Really fucking tired.” 
He speared her with a look. “I’ve had enough of you cursing. Be thankful you wound up here or you’d probably be much worse off.” 
She heard him move out of the living room and wondered how she would make up for her behavior. He’d hit the nail on the head earlier when he’d predicted she’d be unable to sit down if she continued to push, but she just couldn’t bring herself to accept how much she wanted him to keep her accountable that way again. Sure, she was an adult now, but she missed him keeping her in check. Still, she didn’t want to give in to that need or she feared she wouldn’t want to go back to her life in the city. 
Guilt panged through her and she slowly pulled herself off the couch and padded into the kitchen, where she found him fixing a pot of coffee. 
He raised his eyebrows when she approached. “I had no right to speak to you the way I did, and I’m sorry.” 
“You can make it up to me later.” Sam reached around her to set the machine to brew. “How?” He sighed as she stood there, waiting for an answer, and then he shook his head. “I know how I’d like to reply to your little antics earlier, but you’re right. You’re not a kid anymore… so I have no idea.”
“So, what about the threat earlier? You made it sound like you planned on spanking me.” 
“Is that what you want?” Sam opened the cabinet nearest to him and set out two mugs. “It’s been a long time since we’ve been down that road.” 
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Blurb


Returning to her hometown for her best friend’s wedding, Mikayla Turner doesn’t expect to run into her teenage crush, handsome paramedic Sam Brighton, within a matter of moments. But after her car runs off the road in a snowstorm, she seeks help at the nearest house and is shocked when it is Sam who answers the door—still as sexy as she remembers him.


Sam patches her up and lets her stay at his home until the weather improves, but he makes it clear that there will be consequences should she choose to disobey him during her stay. Mikayla has grown up in the years she’s been away, but she still finds herself craving Sam’s dominance, and she is unable to resist putting his warning to the test. After Sam takes her in hand and bares her bottom for a sound spanking, Mikayla has never felt closer to him, and though it leaves her blushing, his thorough, intimate medical care makes her feel safer and more loved than she’s ever felt before.

When the local doctor takes some time off, Sam steps in to help out and he asks Mikayla to stay and serve as his receptionist. She agrees, but she can’t help worrying that Sam’s attraction to her is short-lived and that one day he will tire of her and push her away. Will self-doubt drive Mikayla to leave Sam and her hometown forever, or can she face her fears and learn to trust the man she loves?

Publisher’s Note: The Medic of Brighton Creek is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Adaline Raine is an avid reader of spanking romance and is known for reviewing every book she touches! Her latest release is The Medic of Brighton Creek about a young woman who returns home for her best friends wedding and finds herself longing for the dominance her longtime crush, Sam Brighton used to provide while she was there. Soon they are together as she always dreamed of but her doubts leave her unsure. Sam wastes little time in taking her in hand as well as caring for her. Be sure to check out this sweet contemporary romance with medical play and domestic discipline.

Devon's Discipline, her supernatural release, is about a young college junior stuck on a downwards spiral after the tragic loss of both of her parents. She meets Professor Matthews who has little tolerance for disrespect and he helps set her straight again through physical discipline. 

Marked by the Alpha, Adaline's premiere story, literally shows us an alpha male werewolf turning his chosen mate over his knee for some well needed attitude adjusting.

Becoming a Lady, her second release, showcases spankings in a historical setting. Our lovely main character is poor and abused so when a tall man drugs her and steals her away from her village she is confused by his actions. He takes his time to teach and guide but his methods include his hand and her hind. 

Adaline has also become known for her love of creating graphics for others. She has designed custom banners and buttons for various blog hops throughout the community including "Spank or Treat 2013";"Winter Spanks 2014"; "Summer Spanks 2014", as well as the headers and backgrounds at Bratty Addy. Her exclusive feature, Addy's Couch takes guests books covers and fashions them into a one-of a kind piece for fun or promotional purposes. Contact Adaline at brattyadaline at gmail dot com if you would like her to create something for you!

Adaline runs an active blog on blog spot brattyadaline.blogspot.com as well as a Spanking Romance board on Pintrest http://www.pinterest.com/adalineraine/

You can also find her on Twitter handle Adaline_Raine or on Facebook Raine.Adaline 













Thursday, February 12, 2015

Cassie and the Fire Captain: Guest Post by Katherine Deane

I am thrilled to have Katherine Deane on my blog today with her latest release, Cassie and the Fire Captain! Here she is...

Thanks so much for having me today, Natasha.  I had so much fun writing these scenes. I love non-con spankings when done in the right setting. And what better setting is there than:
The town prankster decides to pull a fast one on the huge fireman.  He’d told her he has a real fear of snakes, Ophidiophobia, but that doesn’t stop her from finding a harmless black snake, just to rattle him a bit. See what happens next. J

"Holy crap, Eric, are you okay?" She rushed forward to shoo the thin, black snake into the woods, away from him.  When she turned around, she saw the wide eyes, glazed over look of shock on his face. Oh man, was he turning blue, or was that just funky dusk coloring? Well, he wasn’t breathing.
 Shit! Shit! Shit!
 "Hey, man, you gotta breathe - snap out of it!" She waved her hands in front of his face, but he continued to stare at the spot where the snake had been. What an idiotic idea! The poor guy had almost picked up the snake, just because she had wanted to play a stupid prank on him and put him in his place.
 "I'm so sorry, Eric."
 She paced back and forth, frantically trying to figure out what to do. Would he pass out? God how was she going to lug his unconscious body back to the main road.  The tears formed in the back of her eyes, and she rubbed them angrily away. Way to go, Cass. Let your pride run away again, and you kill a guy!
 She strode purposefully back to the unmoving, unbreathing giant with the dilated eyes, who was starting to look quite woozy. Ok, this always worked in the movies, right? She lifted her hand, and smacked him lightly against the cheek. Nothing. Oh god, he was going to pass out. Time to pull her big girl panties up. She hauled back, and smacked him across the face, as hard as she could. "Yeowch, mother eff'er, that hurts!" she shouted as the red hot pain scorched her palm.
He looked startled, and took in a quick breath, followed by short erratic, choppy ones, before looking at her. "Girl, you certainly pack a wallop,” he muttered, rubbing his red cheek.
 "I'm so so sorry," she stammered.
“Not as sorry as you’re going to be.” he grabbed her around the waist.
“What are you – oof!” She landed firmly over his lap when he sat down on the packs.


Blurb
When twenty-four-year-old Cassie Stevens meets Eric Waters, her town’s hunky new fire captain, she assumes he is way out of her league. Cassie isn’t a beauty queen like her mother, and a mature, no-nonsense man like Eric would never be attracted to a fun-loving tomboy like her, especially considering her penchant for getting herself in trouble. So it comes as a shock when he stops by the diner where she works, steers her out of an altercation with some rude customers, and promptly asks her out on a date.

It doesn’t take Cassie long to realize that she has finally met the man of her dreams, and Eric seems to enjoy her sense of humor and playful ways. But after she pulls a foolish prank on him during their first date, he takes her over his knee for a spanking, and she quickly discovers how much a man’s firm hand can sting when applied to a naughty girl’s bare bottom.

Eric’s attention and affection make Cassie feel more loved than she has ever felt before, and despite her sore bottom, his discipline leaves her aroused and yearning to be his. But just as she’s about to give him her heart, it seems he’s no longer interested. Can Cassie put aside her fears and trust Eric, or will her doubts set off a chain of events which will tear their relationship apart?

Publisher’s Note: Cassie and the Fire Captain is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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