Friday, May 27, 2016

Saturday Spankings and "Sunstrokes"

Hey, readers! It's warming up around here, and for us that means...summer's coming! What better way to spend a summer day by the pool, or beach, or on vacation...then with a sizzling summer read? 

A sizzling summer spanking good read? Time for a Saturday spanking snippet!

And better yet, what if the read is a really good deal? As
Maisy Archer and I have joined up with Amelia Smarts and Susannah Shannon to bring you a collection of stories perfect for a summer read, and free for the first week!

Four sparkling summer sizzlers. One red hot collection. 

 Today, we're sharing an excerpt from Meredith and Paolo's story, "Under the Boardwalk." They are on their way to their vacation home, and Meredith has already earned herself a trip over Paolo's knee, which he is in no mood to let her forget. 


“Oooh. Oh, Paolo. It’s just so lovely here. Look at the sun! And the palm trees! I love palm trees. Don’t you love palm trees?”
“I like palms, sure. Palm trees. Palm wine. My palm against your ass…”
Gawd. This was not working.
“You have a one-track mind,” she said, aware of the fact that an accusatory tone wasn’t really the smartest move, but really, did he have to?
“And you have a one-way ticket over my knee.”
She would have to try a different tactic.
“Palm wine is a thing?”
“Sure. So is spanking.”

 ~~~~~ will be available June 6th, and part of the Scandalous Summer reads on June 15th! Get ready to stuff your kindle! 

Interested in other excerpts from this collection? Susannah Shannon and Amelia Smarts are each sharing an excerpt, too! You can visit them by following the blog hop links below, and please be sure to visit our other Saturday Spanking bloggers as well!

Thursday, May 26, 2016

#flashfiction "Big Daddy"

 This week's #flashfiction picture prompt! Feel free to join in, and post over at Jaye's blog. 


"Double Dipping" 

One at the front door and one at the back.

It would've worked if Louisa hadn't thrown a wrench into everything. The plan was for her to detain Robbie at the back door while I got rid of Pete at the front door, then I'd cut out with Robbie.

I'd been dating the two of them for a month now and it was a veritable juggling act. I would've almost even gotten away with it, if Louisa had stayed on course. But she got a phone call, was giggling on the phone with the cord wrapped 'round her finger.

Big Daddy's at the back door,” I hissed. It was our code name. Robbie was the older of the two, the sterner, more serious one and, naturally, the one I'd chosen to stick with. Pete was good for a laugh and kiss but a girl like me needed the strength and security of a Big Daddy.

Louisa held up a finger. I ran to answer the front door. Pete stood there grinning, his thumbs looped into his trousers, one foot hitched up against the railing.

Hey, gorgeous,” he said, pushing his way past me into the house.

Louisa!” I shouted, and she was just hanging up the phone, but it was too late. Robbie had already let himself in and his sober eyes looked from me to Pete to Louisa and settled back, smoldering, to me.

Louisa looked at me apologetically, then threw fuel on the simmering embers in the room.
Oops. I was supposed to stall Big Daddy at the back door, wasn't I? Um. Pete!” she said, sashaying across the room and planting both of her lovely hands on his shoulders. “Say. Take a girl for a spin?” He shrugged, hooked his hand through Louisa's, and off they went.

I sighed with relief. Well, Pete had no hard feelings then. The screen door shut with a bang. And then I turned to face Robbie slowly, hoping my sheepish smile would appear coquettish and fetching, not riddled with guilt. My breath caught.

His eyes were dark, and he was scowling, arms crossed on his chest.


Big Daddy, is it?” he said in his low voice.

I laughed nervously. “Oh, that never can quite tell what she'll come up with next...”

He was prowling closer, and he loomed in front of me as I chattered on until finally I shrieked like a mouse caught in a trap. I was pinned helplessly against the counter.

I think Big Daddy needs to teach you a lesson.”

I swallowed, and licked my dry lips, my voice coming out in a husky whisper. “Is that right?”

He tipped a finger under my chin. “That's right, kitten. Why don't you and Big Daddy step on into your bedroom and you can lay yourself straight over his knee.”

I said the only sensible thing I could. “Yes, daddy.”

And that was how it all began.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Hardened by Ashe Barker

Hello, readers! Today, Ashe Barker has paid us a visit, telling us about her latest release Hardened. 

 Ashe: I’m really excited about Hardened. I’ve written quite a few M/f stories, and they mostly tend to start out with the male hero in a position of power or influence. Hardened is different. When we meet Jared and Molly he is a prisoner serving time for armed robbery and she’s a prison officer. The chemistry between them is off the scale sexy though, and even though it spells trouble for them both, but especially for her, they can’t keep their hands off each other. For a while I’ve been thinking about a story that starts out a bit different and this is it.

Jared is a bad lad (don’t we all just love one of those?) but he’s bright too, and talented, and can see where he’s gone wrong. He’s made some bad choices when he was younger but he’s determined to forge a different life for himself, though it’s not always that simple. I suspect the same is true for most ex-offenders – it can be hard to completely walk away from your old associates and as Jared discovers, the past has a habit of never being that far behind you.

Hardened by Ashe Barker

  • Stormy Night, 2016
  • Contemporary erotic romance / suspense
  • Approximately 73,000 words
  • HEA ending

#bdsm #eroticromance #ashebarker #discipline #dominance #spanking #contemporary

Despite the fact that he is doing time for armed robbery, Molly MacBride is drawn to Jared North almost from the moment she sets eyes on him. Even behind bars his confidence and dominance are undeniable, and soon enough she is willingly baring her bottom and placing herself across his strong thighs, surrendering to both firm punishment and intense pleasure.

When all hell breaks loose during a prison riot, it is Jared who saves Molly’s life, but she is so shaken by the incident that she quits her job and does her best to put him out of her mind. As the years pass, however, Jared never relinquishes his place in her heart—or her fantasies—and when she learns that he has been released on parole Molly cannot resist seeking him out.

Through a combination of hard work and natural talent, Jared has forged a career for himself as a world-renowned photographer, yet in spite of his newfound sophistication and wealth he is no less dominant than he was when she first met him. It isn’t long before Molly finds herself submitting to both his stern discipline and his masterful lovemaking, but can she truly risk falling for a man whose criminal past could come back to haunt them both at any moment?

Publisher’s Note: Hardened is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Do you want more?” Christ, I hope so, but for her first time this has already been quite an introduction to the not-so-gentle art of kink.
Yes. Please.”
Her voice is shaky but clear enough. I’m happy to continue if she is. I intend to push her to her limit or as close as I can get. She’ll leave here sore, a bit confused probably, but still craving more.
I’d like to use my belt. Is that all right?”
Oh, I’m not sure…”
Yes, you are. Remember, I’ll stop whenever you tell me you’ve had enough.”
Okay then, just for a bit…”
I don’t bother to correct that. In truth, I’ll be the one deciding how much she needs, unless she calls a full stop to the proceedings, but I think that’s unlikely. I’ve never had a subbie safeword on me yet. I ease her forward slightly so I can reach the buckle of my belt. I slide it from the loops of my jeans and fold it into a double thickness, clasping the buckle within my hand.
Ten strokes with the belt, okay? You can count them if you like.”
Her response is a breathy squeak, and she grabs my ankle again. I pull back my arm and take the first swing.
Molly lets out a yelp and her entire body jerks. I watch as the darker crimson line of the belt blooms across her right buttock, pausing to allow her to process the sensation and to settle again. It takes several seconds, then when she becomes still I drop the next stroke across her left cheek.
Molly flinches, but there is no sound this time. Neither is she counting, at least not out loud. I wait for a few moments, then deliver two more strokes in quick succession. This does elicit a sharp cry, and I half expect her to ask me to stop. She’s shuddering, and her grip tightens on my leg, but as the seconds pass there are no words of defeat or surrender from her. I allow her ample time to call a halt if she wants to, then I repeat the two strokes.
Molly manages to stifle a squeal, for which I am grateful. I suspect we are both mindful of the men milling about just on the other side of the cell door and neither of us wants to attract attention. Had I had longer in which to plan this scene I would have certainly opted for a more secluded setting, but we are where we are. Next time, perhaps…
I apply two more strokes with my belt, gathering in intensity now. Molly is absorbing the pain well, riding it like a natural. She is tense, still rigid across my lap, but if anything, she has lifted her cute bottom up for me to spank. I can only guess at what else might be going on in her head, but I know without a shadow of a doubt that she’s loving what I’m doing to her.
These will be the last two. They’re going to be across the backs of your thighs and they’ll really hurt. If you think you might scream tell me now and I’ll find you a gag.”
No, thank you. I’ll be quiet, I promise.”
Good girl.” I spend a few moments stroking her flaming buttocks, the heat radiating up into my palm. Molly makes a sound deep in her throat, which I swear sounds like a purr to me. I continue the sensual caress, pressing my hand into her punished skin to better drive home the experience, to draw out for her that heady mix of pain and pleasure that will set the endorphins coursing freely through her system. This is why I didn’t want to rush.
Are you ready?” I murmur.
Yes,” she replies, pressing her bottom into my hand.
I draw my palm lower, down over the curve to stroke the backs of her legs, the crease where her bottom meets her thighs. This is the sweet spot I am about to thrash. I rub her there as I lean to my right, just enough to get a decent view of her pussy lips peeking out from between her legs. She is swollen, glistening, the moisture betraying her arousal. I trail my thumb along the length of her slit, ready to withdraw at the slightest protest from her. She submitted to a spanking, no more, and I won’t push her.
Molly gasps, but doesn’t pull away from me. Encouraged but still cautious I angle my hand so I can push my thumb between her folds to reach her clit. She parts her legs and lifts her bottom up. I require no further urging. Her clit is plump, swollen with her arousal. I take it between my finger and thumb and squeeze, gentle at first then firming up the pressure.
Molly is squirming on my lap, wriggling and writhing as she seeks to direct the touch to her sensitive tip. I know just what she needs, and have no intention of allowing her to set the pace now. I trail my fingertips around her clit, then flick the end. I swipe it from side to side, then from the bottom to the top. She is panting, thrusting her hips back, wordlessly begging me for her release.
She is there, right at the top, hovering at the edge of the precipice. I tease her for several moments, bringing her almost to the point of no return, then allowing her to slide back down. Her breath has been transformed into soft, sobbing gulps and her thighs are spread wide. When I am convinced she can take no more, I lift my hand from her.
Close your legs, Molly.” I issue the command and wait for her to comply. She’s reluctant, but gloriously obedient even so. I transfer my belt back into my right hand ready for the final two strokes.
I thrash her across both thighs.
Aagh!” Despite her good intentions Molly lets out a scream. I expected this, but even so, she did promise me that she would be quiet.
Molly, I can still gag you.”
I’m sorry, Jared, truly. I won’t make a sound next time.” She sounds so contrite I can’t help but smile.
Good. Make sure you don’t or I’ll add on more strokes to help you learn that I mean what I say.” I keep my tone cool and clipped and the words stern because that’s what she needs. Molly MacBride is a natural submissive and she craves my authority and rigid control right now.
I drop the final stroke across her thighs, just below the first. She spasms hard, her entire body convulsing as she fights to absorb the pain. She shudders, her muscles softening as she lets it seep through her and away.
Even before she has finished processing the sensation I slide my hand back between her legs and rub her engorged clit. Her orgasm is instant, racking her body as I squeeze and tug on her sensitive nub. Her shudders, violent at first, subside but she is still trembling as I lift her from my lap and cradle her in my arms. She reaches up and locks her arms around my neck, her face buried in the dark grey fabric of my prison-issue T shirt.
I pull her in close and hold her. She is sobbing, her tears dampening my clothes. I rub my palm between her shoulder blades and kiss her short, sleek hair. It smells of apples, and something else. Cinnamon perhaps?
You’re okay, I have you.”

Review Quotes:
Wow! I was really surprised by this book….the story is about Jared and his choices and the consequences of those choices. The writing is very good and the story absolutely kept me turning pages until I finished the book. This book really earned its 5 stars.

This was a good page turner as I was keen to see where their journey took them.

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Amazon (all territories)

About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Saturday, May 21, 2016

Friday, May 20, 2016

"You'll Know Who I am." #flashfiction

Jaye started a #flashfiction challenge -- 500 words, every week, based on a prompt. Jaye's is here, and mine is below!




Meet me in the library. You'll know who I am.

He flicked open his phone and read the message again. How exactly would he know which one she was? There could be loads of girls in the library on a Friday evening.
It was stupid. He didn't do blind dates and he certainly didn't do blind professional meetings with a girl he was supposed to spank. He felt like an idiot for even agreeing to the terms of their agreement, but the option sounded good at the time.

Total anonymity. No names exchanged. Firm, professional discipline, and before he'd even disciplined her, quadruple his normal asking price wired to him.
Was it the girl with the red hair? Well, no, her nose was in a book and she looked like a good girl anyway, certainly not in need of a spanking. There were a few young men by the periodicals, and a harried-looking woman with a stack of books as tall as her nose.

He glanced at the clock. She was two minutes late. He administered a longer spanking for tardiness, and he'd made the terms of his agreement clear. He'd chosen a seat in a secluded, quiet corner of the library. Behind him were three empty conference rooms.

And then he saw her. He knew the moment he saw her that she'd been right. He would know her the moment she sashayed her hips in front of him. 

She turned, and gave him a coyish wink. He stood, and began rolling up his sleeves. He crooked a finger silently at her.

She bit her lip, as she dragged her feet up to him and when she took in his stature and no-nonsense look, she blanched a bit.

He folded his arms across his chest. “Come with me, please,” he said. “You are five minutes late, and you'll earn more for your tardiness.”

Her eyes flitted from one corner of the library to the next, but he was in control now. He took her firmly by the elbow, and marched her to the empty room at the far back of the library.

He wasted no time. “Hands on the table, please,” he said. She obeyed, sticking her bottom up to meet him.

“You've made this easy for me,” he said. “Bend over.” As she bent, her skirt hitched up and her bare bottom beckoned him.

“Right, then,” he said. “The original spanking for your reckless spending. Another ten for tardiness.” He opened the small bag he'd taken with him and removed a leather strap. And another ten for our outfit.”

He snapped the strap against his palm. Oh, she would get her money's worth.

He enjoyed the irony of her squeals and yelps in a place known for being quiet. But she thanked him later, and begged him to meet again.

But the next time they met, she wore a skirt that hit the top of her toes. 

Did you enjoy this short story?
Last week's is here. :)

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

WIP it Up Wednesday - Present for Punishment

It's Wednesday, so it must be time for the WIP it Up Wednesday
blog hop, the hop where we get to share a snippet from our current work in progress and see what everyone else has been working on!

Our excerpt today comes from His Submissive, the second book in our Boston Dom's series, and tells the story of two of our favorite characters from My Dom, Hillary and Matteo. Hillary wants to be a submissive, but is having a tough time finding a dominant she can trust. Matteo agrees to help her out. But it's not all fun and games! When Hillary gets caught being dishonest, Matteo has to teach her how to present herself for punishment...

"Tonight, I'm going to teach you how to present for a punishment. Do you know what presenting is, Hillary?"

Her eyes were wide, and her hands shaking as he took one and led her to the bed. "No, sir," she whispered.

"Kneel on the bed," he instructed, gesturing.

She did, and her dress made it awkward as her legs were close together. Easily solved. "Hike your dress up to your belly."

She obeyed, kneeling on the bed, lifting the hem of her dress so that he could see the curve of her ass. She wore a thin, lace-trimmed pair of nude-colored panties that barely covered her. They would remain. She'd feel his belt easily through the thin fabric.

"Now, chest down on the bed, and hold your arms out straight in front of you," he instructed. He could hear her breathing from where he stood just a few feet apart from her as she obeyed, her knees on the bed, chest down and she stretched her arms in front of her.

"Good girl," he murmured. So beautiful.

He was still pissed she'd been dishonest, but it pleased him to know that she trusted him, not only to teach her how to be a submissive, but also to discipline her. It took serious strength to do that. The mere presentation of her body, his to punish, was already healing the breach of trust between them.

He took a step forward. Placing one hand firmly on her lower back, he pressed gently.

"Arch, baby," he said softly. She obeyed. Stepping back, he took in the scene and wished for a moment he hadn't chosen a presentation position. It was too easy to imagine getting up on the bed himself, taking her from behind, sliding into her after he warmed her ass...

Inhaling, he stepped back, forcing himself to assume the role of disciplinarian.

She needed a spanking.

That's all for today! Leave us a comment and let us know what you thought! And don't forget to visit the other hop participants for more fun excerpts!

Monday, May 16, 2016

A Gift for the Doctor -- Sara Fields

 We are pleased to welcome Sara Fields to the blog, telling us about her latest release, A Gift for the Doctor, the sequel to A Gift for the King. 


After allowing herself to be taken captive in order to save her friends, Morgana awakens to find herself naked, bound, and at the mercy of a handsome doctor named Kade. She cannot hide her helpless arousal as her captor takes his time thoroughly examining her bare body, but when she disobeys him she quickly discovers that defiance will earn her a sound spanking.

His stern chastisement and bold dominance awaken desires within her that she never knew existed, but Morgana is shocked when she learns the truth about Kade. As a powerful shifter and the alpha of his pack, he has been ordered by the evil lord who took Morgana prisoner to claim her and sire children with her in order to combine the strength of their two bloodlines.

Kade’s true loyalties lie with the rebels seeking to overthrow the tyrant, however, and he has his own reasons for desiring Morgana as his mate. Though submitting to a dominant alpha does not come easily to a woman who was once her kingdom’s most powerful sorceress, Kade’s masterful lovemaking is unlike anything she has experienced before, and soon enough she is aching for his touch. But with civil war on the verge of engulfing the capital, will Morgana be torn from the arms of the man she loves or will she stand and fight at his side no matter the cost?’s Note: A Gift for the Doctor is the sequel to A Gift for the King. It is an erotic romance novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 And how about an excerpt? 

A soft whimper came from her lips, and he felt himself harden at the sound.
Grasping her neck, he brought his lips down to hers, kissing her hungrily, pulling her body closer to his.
Morgana. I only want you. Do you understand me?”
Yes, sir,” she whispered, her eyes hooded with her desire. Tentatively, she lifted her chin and pressed her mouth forward. Swooping down, he captured her again in a kiss. He grabbed her bottom and gripped her very hot and reddened skin. A soft gasp of pain, mottled with her desire and need was music to his ears. He picked her up and pressed her back to the tree trunk. Her legs snaked around his waist and another moan emerged from her throat.
Grinding his hips into hers, he nearly growled his pleasure when he felt her own roll to meet his. His cock, still covered by his dark jeans, strained to feel her tightness around him.
Her naked flesh, bare from the waist down, clearly wanted him too. His kisses traveled down her neck, and his hand snaked underneath her shirt. Her nipples strained underneath the fabric, crying for his attention.
A male voice sounded in the distance, breaking the mood in its desperation. Morgana’s eyes grew wide, and she looked back at him.
Where are my pants?” she whispered, her voice a soft hiss. 

Available now!

This new release is the direct sequel to A Gift for the King. If you haven't read that yet, here's the buy links below.

Author Bio:

Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.


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Twitter: (@Mrs_Sara_Fields)