Friday, August 29, 2014

#SatSpanks from Laying Down The Law: Naughty Girls Get Spanked

Hello! I'm glad to be back amongst the Saturday Spankings Crew! 

I have a new book coming out September 6 as part of the School's In Session Boxed Set. My story is called Laying Down the Law. 

Blurb: Newly divorced and returning to law school after a twenty year absence, Ali Stewart has just one class to complete before sitting for the bar exam, becoming a lawyer and moving on with her life. She feels out of place with her much younger classmates, but she's determined to succeed and put her ex-husband far in the past. 
When she is paired with Griff for the semester, she learns that he even though he is younger, there is much he can teach her, in and out of the classroom.
Laying Down The Law is an erotic romance which includes spanking, anal sex and graphic sex and legal terms used in an erotic manner. 

Here's a snippet from Ali's first spanking.  

“Oh, Ali, you have been a naughty girl. Do you know what happens to naughty girls?”

She shook her head from side to side.


His hand landed with a resounding sting in the center of her butt. “You need to answer out loud, Ms. Stewart.”

“I don’t know what happens to naughty girls,” she said, her face buried in the covers.
“Naughty girls get spanked.”

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Spanking Stories Book Club: A Simple Misunderstanding by Kathryn R Blake

Tara Finnegan is here today to lead the discussion of A Simple Misunderstanding by Kathryn R Blake

A Simple Misunderstanding was, in my opinion, a marvelously written book that tackled a very delicate subject with tact, courage and dignity.
It’s almost inevitable that there are abusive D/S relationships just as there are non D/s relationships that are abusive. One of the great features of this book was how D/s made it a little harder to spot or define the abuse - after all Elly was being spanked, and spanking was normal in that community.
My questions are:

1.       How or where would you draw the line between discipline and abuse?

2.       As can often be the case, Elly did her damnedest to cover up for Arthur’s mistreatment of her. However Jerry was very persistent in getting to the bottom of it all, even to the point where he added to her problems by arousing Arthur’s suspicions. What do you think you would do if you suspected someone you cared for was in that situation, and how far do you think you would push it if they remained in denial?

3.       How did you feel about Brent’s response to the situation?

4.       I thought Jerry was a wonderful character, gentle, protective and nourishing. That said, he was adamant about wanting a discipline relationship. Although he approached reintroducing it by degrees and very gently, starting with corner time and then finally a spanking with a beach flip flop! Do you think if you were in Elly’s shoes could have been able to trust anyone else to spank you again, even someone as kind and gentle as Jerry is?

Thanks so much for joining in. I am looking forward to reading your thoughts.

In the excerpt I have chosen, Elly is in hospital suffering from injuries at her husband’s hands. Jerry has stayed by her side the whole time, and has finally convinced Elly to open up to him about what happened. (Muffin is Elly’s beloved dog.)

                His throat tight, Jerry asked, “Did he relent?”
                She let out a slight snorting sound through her nose. “Of course not. However, when he accused me of neglecting my duties to him, I got a little huffy. He didn’t care for my tone. Realizing my temper was plunging me into more trouble, I agreed he was right. Since I was being disrespectful, I said I’d go upstairs and collect the rest of the laundry. Except my admission wasn’t good enough. He ordered me to apologize, fetch a wooden spoon and meet him in the living room. I was too sore to even consider another punishment, so I told him to go to hell and tried to walk past him. I forgot I still held Muffin.”
                “She bit him?”
                Elly nodded slowly.
                “Good for her.”
“Unfortunately, it didn’t end well for either of us. Muffin kept barking and nipping at him to pull his attention off me. Finally, he kicked her. Furious at him for hurting my baby, I fought back by kicking and scratching. When he backhanded me to the floor, I hit the coffee table, and Muffin attacked again. I think he was attempting to kick her, but he got me three times before he caught her with his shoe and sent her flying into the next room. She started screaming, Jerry. I’ve never heard her cry out like that before.”         Seeing the tears course down her cheeks, Jerry reached for her hand. “Muffin’s fine now, Elly. She’ll recover without any problems. Tell me what Arthur did next.”
                “He yelled at me for making him lose his temper, stormed out of the house and went to work.”                “Then you carried Muffin to my clinic, right?”
                She nodded and wiped at her tears. He took the tissue from her and blotted away the salty proof of her unhappiness as he murmured reassurances.
                “You’re safe now, sweetheart. I’ll do everything I can to protect you. I also want you to know I think you were extremely brave to do what you did. And though I regret you didn’t call me Thursday night, I am very pleased you came to me Friday morning and allowed me to take care of
                “I feel so guilty.”
                “You shouldn’t, but I suspect such platitudes are easier to say than follow sometimes.”
                She met Jerry’s gaze. “Dr. Pendergast said Arthur’s been trying to see me here at the hospital.”               “He has.”
                “Did you ask the staff to keep him away?”
                “I did. He called me Saturday night.”
                Her eyes grew wide. “He did? Why didn’t you tell me? What did he say? Is he angry with me?”
                “Whoa. First, the man has no right to be angry with you about anything. Got that?”
                She blinked, and then nodded.
                “Second, I didn’t tell you because you’ve had enough to worry about. Good lord woman, you were still in the ICU Sunday morning.”

Though Arthur and Eleanor Benson have been practicing domestic discipline for three months since their wedding, he insists moving to Corbin's Bend, where domestic discipline is the norm rather than the exception, will revitalize their marriage. Elly has doubts, but since Arthur is the undisputed head of their household, they move. However, once Arthur becomes immersed in a community where spanking is not only permitted, but encouraged, his personality undergoes a dramatic change. Accusing his submissive wife of being lazy, disorganized and disobedient, he employs creative methods of pain and humiliation to mold Elly from the imperfect woman he married into the perfect woman he desires. And Elly finds herself a virtual prisoner in her own home, accountable only to the man who rules her life with a cane. 

In his years as a vet, Jerry Douglas has seen what abuse does to animals, and he recognizes those same signs in Elly Benson during her daily escape to the dog park with her tiny poodle. Jerry steadfastly supports the tenets of domestic discipline and enjoys the freedom Corbin's Bend offers its residents, but he remains fiercely protective of anyone in need of a champion. And when he witnesses evidence of harsh handling, his instinct is to rush in and rescue. Problem is Elly Benson is a married and consenting adult who insists all her bruises and welts are nothing more than a simple misunderstanding between her and her husband, until the day Arthur Benson takes his authority and discipline one-step too far, endangering Elly's life.
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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Free Chapter: Laying Down The Law

The School's In Session Boxed Set including stories by Maggie Carpenter, Dinah McLeod, Kate Richards, Renee Rose and Me releases on September 6. 

Today I am sharing the first chapter of my story, Laying Down the Law. 
Blurb: Newly divorced and returning to law school after a twenty year absence, Ali Stewart has just one class to complete before sitting for the bar exam, becoming a lawyer and moving on with her life. She feels out of place with her much younger classmates, but she's determined to succeed and put her ex-husband far in the past. 
When she is paired with Griff for the semester, she learns that he even though he is younger, there is much he can teach her, in and out of the classroom.
Laying Down The Law is an erotic romance which includes spanking, anal sex and graphic sex.  

Chapter One

Much had changed in the twenty years since Ali last sat in the main lecture hall of the Patterson College of Law. Changes in technology, fashion, hairstyles (thank goodness), but mostly, changes in her.
The passage of time became even more evident as she watched her classmates take their seats. Laughter and inside jokes permeated the air as the students who had survived nearly three years of law school together entered the room for their last required class before graduation.
Twenty years before, she’d spent the first day of classes giving birth to twins…born twelve weeks early. She’d had no other option than to leave law school assuming she’d finish up that last requirement someda”. Someday turned into two decades.
It might have been forever if not for the divorce that forced her back to school. She told herself it was an opportunity to fulfill her own postponed dreams, which was true. She’d dutifully nursed the twins while her husband, Dirk, studied for the bar exam.
It had been an exciting time, even if exhaustion was her constant companion. The twins were so active, she and Dirk had joked they weren’t really premature, just impatient.
And now the twins were nearly the same age as her classmates. That was a funny term to use for the roomful of soon-to-be lawyers. She’d been just like them years before, but looking around the room now, all she could think was they’re so young.
But, they were light years ahead of her when it came to technology.
Despite her trepidation, excited butterflies flapped in Ali’s belly. She’d always dreamed of being a lawyer and though she’d set that dream aside and barely thought about it over the last twenty years, but now her dream was within her grasp.
Trial advocacy. It brought out hubris in the showboats and struck terror in the hearts of the bookworms. Ali was a bookworm.
She’d taken a seat in the back of the room, but the class had quickly filled up. A second before the professor began to call the roll, a young man slipped into the seat next to her.
“Just in time,” he whispered with a grin. “I’m Griff.” He held out his hand. Startled, she pulled her hand from her lap and shook his while glancing out of the corner of her eye at the professor who had begun to call the roll. “Ali,” she whispered.
Griff winked. “Don’t worry. I won’t get you in trouble for whispering during class. Though sometimes I pass notes.”
A snort of laughter escaped her lips before she realized it. Tension caused her to overreact and several students turned to stare.
Griff signaled for the gawkers to turn around and surprisingly they complied.
“Allison Stewart?” the professor called out. “Is there an Allison Stewart in the room?”
That name sounds familiar. Oh, it’s me.
“Yes, I’m here.” She waved her hand from the back row.
The professor looked up from his roster, adjusted his glasses and squinted in her direction. “Ali Burke? Is that you?”
Shocked Professor Dearing had remembered her all these years later, she had trouble speaking. Griff gave her a gentle elbow in the ribs. “I think he’s talking to you.”
“Y-yes,” her voice squeaked across the distance of the lecture hall. “It’s me, professor.”
Professor Dearing left the podium and walked up several rows of seats to get a better look at her. “Did you think I wouldn’t remember you if you used your married name?” he teased and what seemed like a hundred pairs of eyes turned to stare and take in the scene.
“No, professor. I just never expected you to remember me, regardless of my name.”
“And how is your husband, Dirk? I see his name in the news often.”
“He’s not my husband anymore,” she said, hoping to keep her voice neutral. So much for keeping my personal life personal.
“I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m glad to have you back. How long has it been? Ten years?”
“Twenty, sir.”
“Oh dear. Where does the time go?” He gave her a nod and went back to his task.
The thousand eyes staring at her turned back to the front of the class while Ali’s face continued to burn with embarrassment.
“You must have been pretty memorable.” Griff passed a fresh bottle of water to her. He appraised her with his eyes. “I can understand why Professor Dearing couldn’t forget about you.”
Ali choked on her water and for the third time classmates turned and stared. Maybe she should just pick up her book and leave.
“Careful there.” Griff stroked his thumb over her bottom lip. “You’ve got a bit of water there.” His eyes held hers for a split second longer than appropriate. A thrum of awareness stirred in her belly.
Is he hitting on me?
Yes, she really ought to grab her oversized mom purse and get the hell out of there.
But she stayed.


“The first two weeks of the semester will be spent in the classroom where we will discuss ethics, professionalism, law office management and most importantly, how to handle a case from start to finish,” Professor Dearing said, and Ali’s stomach did more flip-flops. “Of all the classes you take in your legal career, this class is the only one which will prepare you to represent real clients. In fact, you will have real clients. Yes, actual people with actual problems who need, and expect, your best efforts.”
“I love it when he gets all jurisprudential, don’t you?” Griff sat perched on the edge of his chair, soaking up everything Professor Dearing said.
Apparently nothing phased Griff. Ali snuck a peek at him while he was glued to Professor Dearing’s words. He was nice looking with dark hair and piercing eyes. Firm muscles and hard pecs indicated a regular work out schedule. His most appealing feature was his unwavering confidence and comfort with himself. He seemed unflappable. But not at all arrogant. No, Ali had spent the last twenty something years with arrogant and she was well-versed in that cardinal sin.
Maybe I should introduce him to Carrie. No, having her daughter dating a classmate was fraught with too many problems and all Ali wanted was to finish this class, move on to take the bar exam, and find a job to support herself.
“I trust that all of you have gotten your legal intern licenses from the state supreme court. That license is what enables you to practice, under my supervision, even though you are not licensed attorneys.”
“I can’t wait to get into a courtroom. How about you?” Griff’s eyes shone bright with enthusiasm.
The last time Ali had been in a courtroom was for the final hearing of her divorce. It hadn’t been much of an event. Dirk and his lawyers had crushed the will of both Ali and the kind man who had agreed to take her case. Few lawyers in town were eager to be on the opposite side of Dirk Stewart. The one concession she’d gotten was rehabilitative alimony for as long as it took her to finish her law degree. She’d been surprised when the dean had agreed to give her credit for all the classes she’d taken years before. She suspected Dirk played a key role in getting her on the fast track to graduation. The sooner she got a diploma, the sooner he could stop making payments.
She hadn’t been too eager to repeat all those classes either, but the fact that Dirk seemed to want nothing more than to be rid of her as quickly as possible stung. Most of her emotions had been squelched over the eighteen months it took to finally end their twenty year marriage. Finding Dirk’s summer associate with her mouth around Dirk’s cock had pulled back the curtain on a nightmare of infidelity she’d suspected had been playing out for their entire relationship. She’d been moving in a fog ever since.
“You will all be paired up in teams of two. You will both receive the same grade, regardless of the amount of work, or not, that each of you do.”
Partners? Ali could just imagine the look of horror on the face of the poor classmate who found an old lady as their partner.
“I have placed the names of everyone whose last name begins with the letters N to Z into this hat. Those of you whose last names are A through M, please come forward and draw a name.”
Stewart. Her name was in the hat. Someone was going to get a booby prize.


Drawing names from a hat. Professor Dearing was going old school and Griff liked that. Maybe that was part of what he loved about studying the law: it was steady and consistent. The same theories that applied years ago could be adapted to apply today.
He had a feeling today was his lucky day and when his slip of paper said “Allison Stewart”, he fought against breaking into a wide grin. Professor Dearing noted the partnership on his master list then gave Griff a wink. “A formidable pairing,” was all he said.
Griff didn’t have a lot of concern for whether or not they were a formidable pair, though he liked the idea of it. What he liked most was a challenge. Which was what led him to law school in the first place.
A motorcycle accident postponed his arrival on campus by a few years. Now fully healed, he appreciated the perspective he’d gained in that time.
Griff liked people and had enjoyed getting to know his classmates, but most of them were fresh out of college with almost no life experience. He’d been just like that once too. Sometimes he envied them, their naiveté about the rough parts of life, but he’d never want to trade places with them.
He had been intrigued when he stumbled in to class late and found himself seated next to a stranger. Her blush was charming. He had nothing against women being strong and self-assured, but something about Ali’s self-consciousness had touched him.
He returned to his seat. He slid the piece of paper with her name on it across the table to her. The color drained from her face.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered and rested her head in her palms. “I had no idea we’d be working in teams. I don’t want to hold you back.”
Though she was the oldest woman in the room, she was suddenly the most childlike. He had the strangest urge to gather her up and hold her on his lap.
“Now that you have all been paired up,” Professor Dearing addressed the class, “I am going to hand out a factual scenario and I’d like each team to work together to come up with a strategy for how you’d handle the case. You’ll need to prepare a list of questions for the client as well as a list of potential witnesses and evidence you’d like to gather. That will be due at our next class. Remember, you are to work as a team on this…in person. I know you all like to use email and chat for these things, but for this assignment you are to meet face to face and work together.”
As soon as the assignments were handed out, class was dismissed.
“Let’s get a cup of coffee and get to work on this, okay?”
“I really ought to talk to Professor Dearing. I’m so sorry you got saddled with me as a partner. Maybe he’ll make an exception and let me work alone.”
She started to walk away. Griff took a firm hold of her arm. “No, we are partners and that’s all there is to it. Get your things and I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”
He moved his hand to the small of her back and guided her out of the room to the coffee shop in the student lounge. Once they were seated with their drinks, he leaned across the table and looked into her still troubled eyes. “When I saw your name on the slip of paper I pulled from the hat, I was thrilled.”
Ali gasped and covered her mouth. “Why?”
“Because you are clearly an interesting and determined woman. You have some life experience. That’s much more valuable than reading casebooks. Besides,” he looked into her eyes, “I think you’re cute.”
“Cute? I’m forty-five years old.”
“You can be cute and forty-five at the same time. They are not mutually exclusive.”
She rolled her eyes. “I might have just gotten to this class, but I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. I am not cute.”
“Cute is in the eye of the beholder. Now, let’s see what Professor Dearing has in store for us.”
He picked up the assignment and read aloud, glancing up at Ali to enjoy her flush of discomfort as the words sunk in.
A young woman comes to your office and reports that her now former boyfriend has posted explicit pictures of her online. The pictures have caused her great embarrassment and might have cost her a job she applied for. She wants the pictures taken down.
How do you proceed?
“Uhoh. She’s been sexting. What do you think of that, Ali?” He knew he shouldn’t tease her, but she was so adorable when she was embarrassed.
“Sexting? What’s that?”
Griff tried not to show his surprise. “Sexting. It’s when people use their phones to take sexy pictures of themselves and then send them to their boyfriend or girlfriend or spouse or both.”
Ali gave him a skeptical look. “Are you making this up just to embarrass me? Let me see that assignment.”
He laughed. She might be shy but she wasn’t stupid. “Sure, now you read it out loud.”
Her eyes scanned the piece of paper and a delightful flush started at her neck and moved upward.
“Why would anyone do such a thing?”
“Oh come on. You’ve never sent a naughty picture to your husband or a boyfriend?”
“I’d be mortified. Besides, look what happened to this girl. That’s why you should never act that way. You can’t trust anyone.”
Something in her demeanor changed when she said ‘you can’t trust anyone’. He already knew she was divorced, so that probably wasn’t a big discovery.
“You can trust some people, you just need to select them carefully.”
“I disagree. Everyone is just out for themselves, no matter how much they might try to tell you otherwise.”
“Well, we are partners for the next fifteen weeks. I hope you’ll eventually learn to trust me.”
She looked chagrined. “I’m sorry. We’ve just met. I don’t have any reason not to trust you, though your thinking must be a little addled since you said you were happy to have me as a partner. I will do my best to at least not distrust you. How’s that?”
“Excellent. Does that mean you’ll send me a sexy picture of yourself?”
“That’s impossible.”
“You mean it’s impossible for you to ever trust me?”
“No, it’s impossible because no picture of me would ever qualify as sexy.”
“Every woman is sexy. Just not all of them believe it.”
Ali sipped her coffee and appraised him with her eyes over the rim of her cup. When she finished, she changed the subject. “Maybe we ought to work on the assignment now.”
“Good idea.” He smiled. “What are some questions you think we ought to ask her?”
“Besides, ‘what were you thinking?’”
“Yes, we’re here to help our clients. Not judge them. I bet she’s getting plenty of that already, probably mostly from herself.”
“Okay, Mr. Smarty. What would you like to know?”
“I want to know what she means by explicit.”
Ali rolled her eyes. “You just want to have her tell you what she did.”
“No,  the assignment only says they were explicit. Maybe we need to clarify her definition of explicit. If they were just shots of her in a bathing suit, that’s hardly the same as photos of her pussy.”
Ali nearly fell off her chair. “You can’t say that in public.” She stage whispered like a shocked mother, which he assumed she was, and glanced from side to side to see who might have heard what he said.
“I’ll agree that’s not an appropriate word to use in court, so I apologize, but you need to lighten up. Are you Amish or something?”
“No, I am not Amish. I just don’t use words like that.”
“What sort of law do you plan to practice after you pass the bar?”
“I thought I’d like to do something to help the poor. Maybe abused women and children.”
“That’s great. I bet you’d be good at it. Now do you suppose in that situation your clients would say ‘vagina’?”
He really wasn’t trying to make her blush, but he wasn’t trying too hard not to either.


Ali finally dumped her backpack on the kitchen table and poured herself a glass of wine. It had been quite an eventful first day of school and all she really wanted was a long soak in the tub.
But before she did, she went to the computer and looked up sexting.
Some of the photos shocked her. Bare breasts, glistening vaginas. Women touching themselves. But she kept looking. She wondered how many women had sent similar pictures to Griff.
Then she wondered why the idea of it made her jealous.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Call Me Yours By Casey McKay

The fabulous Casey McKay is here to share from her latest book, Call Me Yours. 

Thanks for letting me come visit, Celeste! I'm trying to share interesting snippets from Call Me Yours, but as it is a spanking romance, I am always most interested in the spankings.

Caitlin was attempting to make Simon dinner, but she started a grease fire and subsequently almost burned down the house. Simon came to her rescue, but now he feels like he needs to prove a point...

"You need working smoke detectors."

She scoffed, "Obviously. But it's not something you think about until something like this happens."
He gave her a dubious look, "No, I think lots of people think about having smoke detectors. You just don't think."

He was insulting her now? She rose to her feet.

"Sit, we aren't done."

She was done listening to his orders, "We are done. Sorry I almost burned the house down, it won't happen again." She had taken on an impatient tone, making her comment sound sarcastic and flippant even to her own ears.

It must have sounded that way to Simon too, because before she could take another step he grabbed her wrist.

She opened her mouth to protest, the embarrassment and disappointment that she thought something long-term might happen between them turning into anger and resentment. She couldn’t even get a word out and she was facing the floor. He had flipped her over his knee before she knew what was happening.

Simon's hard thighs supported her torso. She looked over her shoulder at him in shock.
He shifted her forward, making her squeak in surprise, and she threw her hands out in front of her to brace against the floor.

"What are you-"

Her question was cut off by his hand smacking against her ass. It seemed to echo off the walls. She laid across his lap in stunned silence, causing him to get three more smacks in before she started protesting.

"Simon! Stop!"

He spanked her over her jeans, it sounded loud, but her backside was well protected. After half a dozen spanks she was feeling a residual sting, but her shock at the situation was the only thing she felt at the moment. He brought his hand down harder and she reached back to protect her butt from his hard hand.

He pulled her up, standing her in front of him. Her face was on fire and her ass was stinging, but she had a fleeting thought that this spanking thing really wasn't all that bad after all. Hadn't he said it would be different than an erotic one? She should clue her libido in on that.

What should she do now? Isn't this the part where he should pull her into his arms and apologize for being so hard on her, then they would make mad, passionate love? That's how it always happened in the books she read.

She was frozen, overwhelmed from the events that just took place. She searched for something to say.
Simon stood, coming close to her body, her face now inches away from his hard chest. He tilted her chin up with his finger.

When her eyes met his, she noticed he still looked angry.

"Do you know what your problem is?" he asked.

"What?" Her question came out raspy, her voice thick with desire.

"You can't admit when you're wrong, and you don't take direction very well."

His comment almost made her smile. She thought he was teasing her, but his eyes said he was serious. She furrowed her brow. She wanted to ask what this meant, why had he spanked her, and was he still mad? Her mind raced.

She almost didn't realize when he stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulled her back into his front and she could feel his erection straining at his jeans. It pressed against her buttocks as he pressed her into him. She looked down and watched him unfasten her button. Then he slid her zipper down. He tugged at her pants, trying to get them down over her hips and she gave a wiggle to assist him.

Her jeans bunched at her knees and she thanked her foresight to wear her cute, new, lacy panties as they were still in place.

Simon took a step forward, making her shuffle a step, her legs hobbled by her pants. She moved to turn to face him, wanting to kiss him before their subsequent lovemaking. But then Simon propped his foot on the couch cushion and dragged her over his knee.

Then she finally realized his intent. "Wait!"

"I've waited long enough. You've been begging for this." He yanked her cute, new panties into her crack, putting pressure on her pussy. The action simultaneously embarrassed her and kicked her desire up a notch.

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

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Beause I now have an earworm of a certain song, I've included this video. :) 

Friday, August 22, 2014

Spanking Stories Book Club: For Ben by Kate Richards

Cara Bristol is here today to lead the discussion of Kate Richard's For Ben. Let's see what probing questions Cara has for us...

One of the things that has struck me about the Corbin’s Bend spanking romance series is how family-oriented many of the books are. Although the story dynamics focus on the H/h, the families (children) are brought into the stories. In Kate Richards’s book, For Ben, a child serves as the actual catalyst for relationship change when a childless career-minded couple become instant parents following the death of a family member.

First, the blurb:
Roy Simms is about to make full partner in a big NYC law firm. His wife, Teri, assures him that once they reach their career goals, they can relax and enjoy life…maybe even consider starting a family. He’s not sure how much longer their marriage can survive if they don’t make time for one another. One evening of passion and spanking makes him ache for the connection they’ve almost lost.

Teri Simms doesn’t understand why Roy needs so much prodding to reach for the stars. With his education and talent, he should be senior partner long since. But he’ll get there. Her own vice presidency occurred only  five years into her tenure with the financial firm, and if it takes seventeen hours a day and most of her weekends, so be it. Roy will just have to continue to be understanding.

A phone call from a stranger will change everything. This two-job-no-kids couple is a family, due to the tragic death of Teri’s sister and brother in law. They must fly immediately to Corbin’s Bend, Colorado and take charge of little Ben, almost four years old. The change of scene brings to the forefront everything good and bad about their marriage. It’s time to face some difficult truths.

1     1.       If you were to become instant parents like Roy and Teri, what do you think would be the hardest part?

2     2.      Given the couple’s existing marital problems, in real life do you think the arrival of Ben into their lives would have brought them closer to together – or driven them farther apart?

3      3.    I could empathize with Teri and I liked her even though I did not see her as a likable character (not at the start. Later she changes). She typified a “shrew”: hard, brittle, sharp. If anyone’s behavior needed to be corrected, hers did. Which do you prefer in spanking fiction: a character with some serious behavioral issues—or a more sympathetic one who is spanked for relatively minor infractions such as swearing or not doing the laundry? What are the pros and cons of both?

4     4.       How do you balance the often opposing forces of marriage, work and family?

August 29 - "A Simple Misunderstanding" by Kathryn R. Blake - Discussion Leader: Tara Finnegan

September 6 - "Last Dance for Cadence" by Maren Smith - Discussion Leader: Emily Tilton

Monday, August 18, 2014

Say Yes, Doctor

Meet Darling Adams, Renee Rose's naughtier alter ego. Yep, Renee can't contain all her naughty stories to one name, so she's branching out and also writing as Darling Adams. Her first book is Yes, Doctor

I got a chance to read this book and whew---it's hot! 

When Halloween rolls around, do you secrety wish you could get one of those slutty nurse costumes? Does the idea of a hunky doctor breaking the Hippocratic oath with you on the exam table make you squirm? 

Then you'll love Yes, Doctor!

Yes, Doctor
When Dr. Darren Drake catches his Certified Nurse Assistant smoking behind the clinic and gushing on the phone about him, he decides she requires punishment: an embarrassing examination including anal play. Playing around with an employee opens him up for sexual harassment charges or getting kicked out of his practice, but when Chloe asks for more, he just can’t resist.

Despite working in an OB/Gyn clinic, Chloe hates doctors. Their know-it-all God playing rubs her the wrong way—until the man she refers to as Dr. Dreamy shows her giving up control might fulfill fantasies of submission she never knew she had. He seems to enjoy torturing her in the most delicious ways, but he also reduces her to stammers and blushes, which makes it hard to get to know one another. Can he use his dominance to remove all semblance of control, leaving her with no option but to obey and show her true heart?

Publisher’s Note: this short novella contains elements of medical BDSM, including anal punishment, spanking and erotic sex scenes.

He chuckled. “I can still give that spanking.”
She didn’t even pretend not to want it.
Walking to the head of the table, he released her wrists, rubbing away the red where the tubing had pressed against her skin. He kissed her pulse, then bit the meaty part of her thumb. Gently twisting her arms behind her, he re-tied her wrists where they lay in the small of her back. Surveying the picture she made, he reached out and plucked the tie to her dressing gown, releasing the knot so the strings fell to the sides and bared her back completely.
There. Absolute perfection. Fully naked, her peaches and cream skin glowed against the white of the paper, her small lean body perfectly framed on his table.  Legs spread, ankles bound, wrists secured behind her back and hair fanned around her head like a halo, she made the most erotic and enticing picture he had ever seen. The crowning glory came with the sight of her pink sex glistening once again, despite her recent orgasm.
Untying her ankles, he pulled her legs down until  she could stand on on the step, still bent at the waist, her ass presented to him. He slapped one cheek, catching the lower curve of her buttock in his palm in a most satisfying way. Rubbing the sting away, he slapped again, and then again.
“Mmm,” she encouraged.
“I think you quite like being a naughty girl, don’t you Miss Jones?”

Darling Adams is a naughty author who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. She also writes spanking romance under the name Renee Rose