Friday, January 29, 2016

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Sunday, January 24, 2016

"Stay with Daddy" (Free story!)

 Annalise and Winston are supporting characters in Begin Again, which is scheduled to be released next month. D/s for a full decade, there are no more warnings or second chances when Annalise breaks a rule. She knows what to expect. Their story is underway, an exploration of a deeper side of the Daddy Dom/little girl dynamic, and this is one of their short stories. 


There was no question Annalise was going to get a spanking for this. She knew it. Submissive to Winston for a decade meant she knew a thing or two about what he expected from her, and one thing that was unacceptable was neglecting to come home on time. He was so overprotective, at times it frustrated her, but mostly she loved that he cared so much about her well being. Frankly, she was lucky she'd been allowed to go out alone to begin with. That was a rarity.

It was hard when her sister was in town, though. Though her sister ostensibly understood the basics of their dynamic, she never failed to get her into trouble. Winston had taken her over his knee right before she left for the evening.

I expect you to be on your best behavior, little girl,” he'd said, his large hand resting on the softness of her bare skin. “And what happens to little girls who don't behave?”

They get a spanking,” she'd whispered, just in time to narrate his actions as his hand came down with a loud, resounding slap.

And she'd tried to be good, she really had. Normally, he'd accompany her to such an event – a family reunion, no less – but he'd had another obligation and couldn't go with her. Her sister drove instead. Annalise sighed.

Would Dorothy try harder if she
knew Annalise would be spanked for not coming home on time? Nah. She'd probably give her a harder time than ever.

She'd skipped all the alcohol and the dessert table, and checked in with Winston after dinner, but his phone had gone unanswered. It was shortly after that she dropped her phone, shattering the screen and rendering it unusable. She'd even managed not to swear when she broke her phone, and she borrowed Dorothy's to call Winston. But not having a phone meant she couldn't be in touch with him as often as she'd prefer, and...well, she'd lost track of the time.

Annalise pulled into the driveway, and noted that the light was on in the living room, but not their bedroom. Maybe he'd fallen asleep. Maybe she'd get a bit of a reprieve and could catch some shut eye before she had to face the music. Sometimes, he was a bit more understanding when it wasn't the heat of the moment...

Opening the door as quietly as she could, she tiptoed to their bedroom. He was nowhere to be seen. She hung her bag up and turned to their bed, and as she did, a stream of moonlight fell on the armchair in the corner of the room. The chair where Winston sat, in the dark, his arms crossed on his chest. Annalise jumped.

You scared me!” she gasped.

Scared you?” came Winston's low admonishment. “Did it occur to you that you may have scared me?”

Annalise shook her head silently as he beckoned her to come closer. Without a word, he pointed to the floor in front of him. She knelt obediently in front of him, and as the moonlight streamed from the window, she got a closer look at his ice blue eyes. He kept his salt and pepper hair short, a throwback from the time he'd spent in the military, and his sharp, angular jaw was clean shaven. But those eyes – those eyes could penetrate her very soul. There was no forgiveness in those eyes now. There wouldn't be until she was writhing in pain underneath his discipline.

“No, Daddy,” she whispered. “I didn't know I scared you.”

He reached for her chin and grasped it between his large fingers. He held so firmly it hurt a little.

“I told you to be home by ten. What time is it now?”

She gulped and glanced at the bedtime table without moving her chin. “Eleven, Daddy,” she whispered.

He nodded shortly. “Did you speed home?”

She shook her head vehemently. Being late was no reason to be stupid. Speeding and being late would land her the kind of spanking best reserved for fiction, and certainly not okay in real life. No way.

“No, Daddy.”

He expected her to refer to him as “Daddy” with every response when he was correcting her.

“And what does Daddy expect you to do when you're late?” he asked, his gaze impenetrable, voice so low she could barely hear him.

“Call, Daddy. But I – I broke my phone, Daddy.”

“I know you did. I spoke to you, remember? Could you not borrow another phone before you left?”

Her eyes looked downward. “I...should have, Daddy.” The word daddy died on her lips. She was ashamed, and it always seemed so clear when she was in trouble what she should have done.

He didn't respond at first, and her heart pounded. She hated the lecture, when he drew things out and made her nervous about what was coming.

“Yes, you should have. We'll deal with that. First, the disobedience in coming home late, and second, your failure to call me when you were late.”

She swallowed. “Would I have not gotten spanked if I called?”

His eyes narrowed and he leaned in closer. “We'll not deal with 'what if's,' young lady. Does daddy give you warnings?” She shook her head. There were no warnings, not now, when they'd been dedicated to this for so long.

“No, daddy,” she whispered.

“Stand, and clasp your hands behind your head.” She closed her eyes, obeying him, fingers interlocking behind her head as she awaited what she knew would come – the warmth and feel of his hands undressing her as he prepared to punish her. Still, she gasped when she felt his hands on the clasp of her jeans. The prelude to a spanking always made her quake. Her clothing quickly fell to the floor with a swift sweep of his powerful hand. He stood and marched her to the bed.

Her punishment would be severe, and she only hoped it would be swift.

“Present yourself.”

When she wasn't on the verge of being punished, she would reflect on how this played out – the sternness in his voice, ordering her to present. The sound of his hand on the clasp of his buckle, and the whoosh as he pulled it through the loops of his pants. The clink of the buckle as he folded it and stood behind her, the heat from his anger crackling in the air behind her. And when she reflected on the details of her punishment, she would find it turned her on.

But right now, in this moment, all she could do was obey, her knees hitting the bedspread, bottom in the air, arms straight in front of her. When he corrected her for a milder infraction, he would take her over his knee, and even then his spankings were always firm. But for a more serious offense, he wanted all of her exposed to him – her bottom, and the sensitive spot where her thighs met her bottom. She cringed in anticipation of the sting of his belt on that sensitive area, her knees trembling, hands flat on the bed in the submissive position Winston demanded. And she couldn't help but feel the distance between them added to the punitive effect of a spanking when she was presenting.

“Sixty minutes late, Annalise,” he said. She inhaled. Mention of a number could mean only one thing.

The first blow of his belt had her reeling forward. Though she'd been spanked so often she'd lost count, the first few swats never ceased to surprise her with their intensity. Again and again his belt fell as he lectured her.

“Does Daddy like having to punish you?”

“No, Daddy!” as the belt fell.

“Does Daddy want his baby home safe when she says she'll be?”

“Yes, Daddy, always Daddy!” She squeezed her eyes shut as she lost count of how many he'd given her. It was so hard to speak when he was spanking her. Even a swat from his hand took her breath away; a strapping from his belt made her virtually incoherent. But he demanded answers, and if she failed to give them, she would regret it.

“You came home late when I was waiting for you,” he said, his belt falling in a steady rhythm as she gasped and squirmed, the sting of the spanking flaming hot, and she knew she would feel this for days. “And didn't call when you knew you'd be late.” A sharp swat fell just above her thigh and she squeezed the bedspread in her hands, prepared to take whatever he gave her and determined to accept her punishment.

She was vaguely aware of his belt falling to the bed, but even then she knew he wasn't done with her. No. Not for an infraction like this. If she'd made him worry for her safety, the spanking she earned would be intense, one round of the belt not satisfying his need to teach her a lesson. She waited, desperate to rub the sting from her hot skin, barely breathing in anticipation of what he had next. The drawer next to the bed opened and she heard him lifting something out.

Not the paddle. Please don't be the paddle.

A spanking with his heavy paddle over a freshly-strapped bottom was wicked, and he knew it, which is precisely why she knew without looking that he held his paddle in his hand.

Stay in position, little girl,” he warned low. “Daddy's going to make it very clear how seriously I take your safety and obedience to me.”


She whimpered with the first heavy swat of the paddle. Another fell, and she muffled her cries on the bed as he continued to lecture.

I watched that clock, knowing I had no way to reach you, no way to know if you were safe, and I'd have come and gotten you if I knew if you'd left or not,” he said.

The paddle fell, seemingly heavier when magnified with his verbal chastisement.

He didn't speak for a moment, as the heavy wood met its mark and she accepted what she knew she deserved. Though she wished she could go back and do things differently, she couldn't, and the best she could do now was take her punishment. The paddle struck the same spot twice in succession, then a third time, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out before he moved to another side, again striking several times in rapid succession.

I'm sorry, Daddy!” she blurted out, her eyes moist but in the moment, unable to shed the tears while still being punished.

He gave her several more sharp, stinging cracks of the paddle before he dropped it to the bed. Both hands on her waist, she felt him come up behind her, his hardness pressed against her screaming hot, punished skin. If he wanted her now, she'd accept that, as often spanking her in presentation form would end with him taking her from behind. She knew spanking her turned him on and a spanking followed by lovemaking that ended in only his pleasure would underscore the punitive effect of the paddle and belt.

But as she felt him behind her, the tears that she held at bay began.

You're forgiven now, baby,” he said softly. “Daddy forgives you.”

Her tears dampened the blanket, and she felt him climb up on the bed next to her. This was when she needed him. Sore, so sore from her spanking, the emotional torrent of having let him down and being punished, and the knowledge she'd caused her Daddy to have to punish her, swept over her. He held her tightly on his chest, still bared to him and so sore it hurt to roll over to him, as she cried into his shirt.

I can't imagine losing you, Annalise,” he said softly, brushing her mass of curls back from his face and down her back. “And when you're late, and I'm unable to reach you, every thought crosses my mind. That you could be hurt. That you could be somewhere alone, without me, and that you need me and I'm not there for you.”

His love for her was unfathomable, and in those moments of quiet and intimacy, after having bared herself to him both physically and emotionally, it was one way they drew closer. He soothed her until her crying slowed, kissing her dampened cheeks and holding her on his chest.
Stay with Daddy,” he said, and she wondered in the moment if his instruction was for her, so she knew he would comfort her, or for him, because he didn't want to let her go.

But she knew it didn't matter.

She was staying right where she was, chastened, humbled, and brought to submission by his side, but loved beyond measure. 

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Saturday, January 23, 2016

Bound, Spanked, and Loved -- Grab it While You Can!

Have you all pre-ordered your Valentine's treat, yet? Who needs chocolate when you can get such a deal? It's only $1, and will be available for a limited time. You get 14 brand-new novellas, from fourteen different authors. With a collection like that, there's bound to be something for everyone! 

I love collections like this, because you get a chance to revisit authors you already love, and a chance to sample authors you haven't tried yet! 

(Psss...I'm just teasing on the chocolate.)

Title: Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories

Genre: BDSM

Pages: 700

Get it here!

So what's in this collection? 

***14 ALL-NEW novellas! Available for a limited time only!***

Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine’s Day Stories is the HOTTEST box set of the season, brought to you by fifteen New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors of bdsm and spanking romance. Lose yourself in a whole lotta naughty with this sexy collection of ALL-NEW, standalone novellas sure to set your e-reader ablaze and leave you breathlessly panting for more.

Publisher's Note: The stories included in this smoking hot collection are MF, MFM, and MMMF pairings. Some contain taboo subjects and no-holds barred BDSM and spanking scenes. All will make you blush hard. ***over 700 pages of brand new stories***

Stories Include:

Slab Hands by Annabel Joseph ~ Christine's always been curious about spanking, and the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs has a magnificent set of hands. Once he learns about her secret disciplinary fantasies, he's more than happy to put those hands to use...

Master Class: Initiation by Sierra Cartwright ~ When wanna-be sub Jennifer Berklee calls him Master and begs him to flog her, PI Logan Powell knows all his military training won't be enough to keep his jaded heart safe. He intends to claim this sexy, innocent woman for his matter the cost.

Theirs to Punish by Renee Rose ~ When a billionaire's daughter-turned-ninja picked Casino Magnifico for a heist, she didn't take into account one thing--actually--two. Twin owners Joe and Alex Jamison won't hesitate to employ a little corporal punishment to bring the virgin socialite in line...

Lust Angel by Cari Silverwood ~ On good days, what falls from the heavens may be a naked woman. As an ex-SAS soldier, now private contractor, Adam is used to the unexpected, but nothing in life has prepared him for a fallen angel with a craving for spanking, bondage, and punishment.

Stepbrother Jerk by Natasha Knight ~ To buy her stepbrother's silence, Lisa agrees to submit to his discipline, even though she has no idea what she's in for. But Jace knows exactly what his stepsister needs and a bare bottom spanking is only the beginning.

His Runaway Valentine by Sue Lyndon ~ When a handsome stranger rides out of nowhere to rescue Nora from slavers, the runaway bride is shocked to learn he's the very man to whom she was betrothed. There's no escaping the arranged marriage now, and Luke is quick to make Nora understand that he expects not only obedience, but her absolute surrender.

Rose's Are Red by Ashe Barker ~ Rose has had a crush on Iain McCain for years and when she spots her sexy ex-teacher with a whip in his hand at her favourite BDSM club her heart stills. Dare she approach him? A Valentine's Day card might earn her the spanking she craves if she delivers it personally...on her knees.

His to Take by Kallista Dane ~ On the now-sexless, sterile Planet Earth, Dr. Selena Reston saves the life of Haldor, a Viking warrior from another world. His savage lovemaking shocks her and awakens her wild side. Though she craves his domination, can she build a life with him halfway across the galaxy?

Stepping It Up by Cara Bristol ~ Ariel had crushed on her stepbrother Hunter for years. But if he expects to win back her heart in one wicked weekend, he'll have to step it up and take her in hand...the Rod and Cane Society way.

Claiming Chloe by Korey Mae Johnson ~ When she is left alone on Valentine's Day, Chloe takes matters into her own hands. But going out exploring on her own on an alien planet turns out not to be the best idea she ever had, and when her three handsome alien mates end up having to rescue her, Chloe's bare bottom will pay the price for her naughtiness.

Maud and the Secret Society of Saint Valentine by Emily Tilton ~ Maud has decided that the new boyfriend she's crazy about can't be serious when he tells her she needs a firm hand in the bedroom and everywhere else. The Secret Society of Saint Valentine begs to differ, and summons her to a tribunal where she'll learn just how serious David is.

Dancing With a Dom by Katherine Deane ~ What do ballroom dancing, hard spankings, and mind-blowing orgasms have in common? I guess it depends who your dance partner is. The man smiling down at me, with his hand on my waist... he's a Dom. And he wants to be mine this Valentine's Day.

Taking the Human by Trent Evans ~ For Lukanos, a muscle bound, seven foot tall alien, abducting the beautiful human female was the easy part. Winning her heart--and not breaking his own--was something else entirely.

Sweet Birdie Blue by Alta Hensley ~ Rem Langston has no choice but to save the feisty Birdie Bluebell, whether she wants saving or not. Their icy beginning soon turns to a passion hot enough to melt the blizzard outside, but will Birdie accept Rem into her heart?


(From Theirs to Punish by Renee Rose)

Alex watched the beautiful burglar wrench her hands against the zip ties.

Easy, love. Those will dig into your flesh if you struggle.”

He would switch to bondage tape when he had a chance, but for the moment, he didn’t trust the little tigress until he had her immobilized. He flipped her to her back where her bound hands lifted her pelvis.

Damn, that turned him on. She turned him on. Dressed in a skintight black catsuit, her long lean body just wouldn’t quit. Funny how when he’d thought the burglar was male he’d been ready to throttle him. Discovering this beautiful waif breaking into his brother’s safe, though… Well, he still wanted to punish her, but only in the most erotic way.

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed his brother Joe. “I caught her.”


His lips stretched into a wolfish smile. His brother would enjoy this one as much as he did. “Mmm hmm. Cutest little cat burglar I’ve ever seen.”

Her cheeks colored in an enchanting blush, and she brought her knees up to kick.

Still holding the phone, he moved swiftly to straddle her, squeezing her legs together between his thighs. Her scent filled his nostrils—sweet, sensual, earthy. Delicious.

I’ll be right there.”

We’ll be waiting.” He hit end and looked down at the struggling thief. “Enough.” He gave her face a light slap—not with any force, just enough to establish dominance.

Her eyes widened in shock, and suddenly her body fought him in a different way, her hips arching, breasts thrusting toward the ceiling.

Oh, hell yeah. She liked being his prisoner. The situation that had been a pain in his ass just became a lot more interesting.

And da-yum, she didn’t appear to be wearing anything under her skintight black ninja clothes. Her nipples poked up under the thin fabric.

It took all his self-control not to pinch them. He gave his head a quick shake to clear it. “What’s your name, ninja girl?”

Author Bios

Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of BDSM and kinky, dark-erotic fiction. Contemporary Mff romance, urban fantasy, steampunk, scifi, historical, and erotic parody have all fallen under her pen.

Annabel Joseph is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling BDSM romance author known for her emotionally intense storylines. She writes mainly contemporary romance, although she has been known to dabble in the medieval and Regency eras.

Natasha Knight is a #1 Amazon Bestselling Author in Erotic Sci-fi and a top 10 bestseller in several other categories, including Military Romance, BDSM erotica and Paranormal Erotica. Her books include spanking romance, and, more recently, dark romances.

Trent Evans - Trent Evans is a #1 Amazon best-selling author in Military Romance, along with top 100 spots in several other romance and erotica genres. As both a writer and editor, he specializes in BDSM romance and erotica, his stories often exploring the darker, more intense aspects of power exchange. Though he still thinks of himself as nothing more than a dancing monkey, miraculously, people still pay him for his work.

Alta Hensley is a #1 Amazon best-selling erotic romance author who has had top-selling books in erotic science fiction, humor, BDSM and historical. She writes the naughty...and then the cure for it.

Sue Lyndon is a #1 Amazon bestseller in BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica, as well as an Amazon Top 100 Erotic and Science Fiction author. She writes naughty spanking romances in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy.

Ashe Barker is a #1 Amazon best-selling erotic romance author in LGBT, as well as having numerous spells in the Top 100 erotic and BDSM charts. She writes contemporary and historical romance, with a strong BDSM flavour, the hotter the better

Cara Bristol is a #1 Amazon best seller in science fiction romance and an ARe Bestseller. She writes contemporary, science fiction, and paranormal erotic romance.

Sierra Cartwright is an award-winning, #1 Amazon and international best selling author of contemporary BDSM romance. "If you're not reading her books, you're missing out."--Confessions From Romaholics

Celeste Jones is an Amazon #1 best selling author in Historical Erotica. She writes historical and contemporary spanking romances and detests speaking of herself in the third person.

Emily Tilton, whose books have hit number one on Amazon in four different erotica categories, wishes she could live out her fantasies of submission the way her characters do.

Kallista Dane is a #1 Amazon best-selling author in Sci-fi erotica, as well as a Top 100 author of deliciously naughty spanking stories in BDSM, Erotic Suspense and Historical Romance.

Katherine Deane is a multi published, top 100 erotic and BDSM author. She writes sweet and sexy spanking romances that always have an HEA.

Korey Mae Johnson is an author, a cover artist, and the co-owner of Stormy Night Publications. She enjoys writing kink-themed erotic romance with unique characters and settings, and her two top-selling books have each sold over 8,000 copies.

Renee Rose is a #1 Amazon best-seller in Erotic Paranormal and Erotic Sci-fi categories and a top 5 best seller in Erotic Suspense. She was named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author.

Friday, January 22, 2016

Saturday Spankings Blog Hop -- Little Lady and Master Winston

Little Lady and Master Winston are supporting characters in Begin Again, coming out in February. Their novel is now underway, an exploration of the deeper side of a Daddy Dom/baby girl dynamic. Below is an excerpt of a short story about Little Lady (Annalise) and her Dominant, Winston. Little Lady has broken the rules, and knows well her Daddy won't tolerate it. The full story will be published on Monday.


"Does daddy give you warnings?”

She shook her head. There were no warnings, not now, when they'd been dedicated to this for so long.

“No, Daddy,” she whispered.

“Stand, and clasp your hands behind your head.” She closed her eyes, obeying him, fingers interlocking behind her head as she awaited what she knew would come – the warmth and feel of his hands undressing her as he prepared to punish her. 

Still, she gasped when she felt his hands on the clasp of her jeans. The prelude to a spanking always made her quake. 

Please visit the other participants in the blog hop!

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Book Review: Cassie's Space by PK Corey

I recently had the pleasure of being introduced to PK Corey's Cassie series. I absolutely loved this story, and will go on to read the rest of these books. 

 Cassie's Space is a sweet DD story about an older couple who have always had an element of DD in their relationship.

When Tom met Cassie, she was a loose cannon, a fun girl who liked to have a good time, and Tom was immediately attracted to her. Although he had old-fashioned values, he knew he could handle Cassie, and does he ever. 

I loved how gentle, yet firm he is with her. She swears like a sailor when they're dating, and several times Tom explains to her that he expects her to act like a lady. She tries...she's very attracted to Tom, and wants to please him, but her temper gets in the way. Finally, he decides it's time to teach her manners, and surprises her by pulling her over his knee. 

One of the things I liked best about this story was how real it was. Her reactions to his taking the initiative to discipline her were so relatable, and she made me laugh. When he finally takes her over his knee to teach her to watch her language, she says, “If he thought he had heard cussing before, what I cut loose with then did not compare to what he’d heard me say before.”

 Oh, she made me laugh! And when he's finally spanked her soundly, his tenderness shines through. I think the way he treats her after he disciplines her was pivotal: at this point we see his true character and why, despite Cassie's resistance to being disciplined as a full-grown woman, she falls in love with him, accepting their DD dynamic as something that fills a need of hers.

Look at me,” he said quietly. I glared at him, letting my fury show clearly. He looked at me steadily with those incredible blue eyes: the look on his face bewildered me. In his face I saw understanding, concern, and caring. His look mesmerized me. 
Very quietly, he asked me a question that changed my life.

Cassie, has no one ever cared for you enough to make you behave yourself?” 
I suppose all of life is just a matter of timing. I had known the answer to that question all my life, though I’d avoided thinking of that particular reality. At that moment, Tom found a way to break open the shell I lived in. As I write this, it seems such a simple question, but as I had stood looking at him, the answer to his question flooded my mind and the hurt went much deeper than the spanking had. The answer was no. No one had ever cared for me that much. I started crying. 

I hadn’t cried in front of another person since I was a child. My first husband had never seen me cry, and here I was, bawling in front of a man I’d only known for a few short weeks. Tom scooped me up and carried me back to our quilt. He pulled out his handkerchief and gave it to me before sitting down and leaning back against the tree, cuddling me on his lap. My bottom throbbed from the spanking as he held me, but the comfort of his arms around me and his gentle words overrode the pain. So many thoughts and feelings swirled around in my mind, but I could hear Tom talking to me quietly. 

“You’re all right now. I’m not going anywhere. Relax, honey, you’re safe."

Cassie doesn't really consider herself a submissive, and she manages to land in one fiasco after another, but her husband is always there to catch her, and their love for one another shines through in every interaction. Her retelling of the scrapes she gets in is entertaining, to say the least, and kept me turning pages. 

Good grief. Nothing ever goes right for me when Tom’s away. I only teased about doing something wild and crazy with the girls. I had every intention of behaving myself and staying out of trouble, but I messed up. I hadn’t looked for trouble, but sometimes I believe I attract trouble like metal to a magnet.

Throughout the story, though, I found Tom to be strict but reasonable, every one of his interactions with Cassie demonstrating the depth of his love for her. 

When she confesses she's been gambling behind his back, he's understanding, though he doesn't like it, and she doesn't earn herself a punishment automatically.

All right, girl. No, I’m not going to spank you. We haven’t exactly discussed gambling before. I had no idea you might have a problem with this....From now on gambling is off limits for you...It stops completely. And if it doesn’t I’ll wear you out. Now that’s a promise.”

But Cassie has been holding back a secret she doesn't want to share with him. She knows she has to tell him, and is scared that if she does, he will take away what's become so important to her. How they handle this...both her reaction and his...was lovely to see unfold.

This story so beautifully captures the challenges, emotions, and deep intimacy of a Taken in Hand relationship, and if such stories appeal to you, I urge you to go ahead and pick up a copy today. 

Available at Amazon

Monday, January 18, 2016

"In This Together" (free story!)

Good morning, readers! As I mentioned in a recent post, I've decided I'm going to post a series of short stories while I wait (with baited breath!) for my debut novel to come out with Blushing next month. I hope you enjoy this story! I wrote it originally as a story challenge online a while ago, and starting next week I'll be posting new stories featuring some of my favorite characters.

I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to share. Thanks for visiting!


“In This Together”

Anthony sat in the recliner, a bag of popcorn in hand, eyes glued to the screen. Darkness had settled. The kids were asleep, and the only noise in the house was the buzz of the television, the only light the flickering blues and whites reflecting on the family room wall. Sonya stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, frowning.

She didn't want to go talk to him.

She had to tell him she'd broken a rule, and she didn't want to. She knew that look he would get – that stern look. He would be angry. He'd lecture her. He would frown, and she hated when she made him frown.

He would put her over his lap and give her a spanking.

She didn't want a spanking, and she didn't want to deal with the frown, and she began to question herself.

Why have I agreed to this lifestyle?

She could spout off the reasons why. One day, in an effort to “motivate her to do what she needed to,” Anthony had taken her over his lap and spanked her. He'd spanked her before for fun, and she loved it. It was pretty much her favorite foreplay. But that day, something had changed. He'd spanked her for real – an honest-to-God, “you've been a naughty girl and I'm going to teach you a lesson” spanking. He'd simply said, “Don't do it again. Do that again, and I'll make that look like a love pat,” and she'd nodded soberly. They hadn't made love afterward. She was too sore, a bit indignant, and...something else.

Drawn to his dominance.

Humbled by the fact she'd been spanked soundly like a naughty child.

Repentant for having done wrong.

And irrevocably drawn to real discipline at the hands of her husband.

“What's up, babe?” Anthony asked casually, as he tossed a handful of popcorn in his mouth. She shuffled over, and sat on the ottoman in front of him. He took his eyes off the screen, and smiled at her, his blue eyes crinkling around the edges a bit.

“Well, I need to talk to you,” she began, butterflies churning in her stomach, her mouth a bit dry. He reached his hand out to her and took it gently. His teasing look had fled, and he looked concerned.

“Everything okay?”

She nodded, and bit her lip

He frowned. “Did I do something to upset you?”

She shook her head, and gulped. His immediate assumption that he'd been in the wrong intensified her guilt.

“Did I--”

“Oh would you just stop and let me talk already?” she interrupted.

Immediately his eyes narrowed, and a muscle ticked in his jaw. She wasn't allowed to speak rudely to him, and she knew she was on thin ice.

“Excuse me?” he asked sternly, and she dropped her head.

“I'm sorry,” she whispered. “I'm just nervous.”

He looked at her quietly for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was low and stern.

“You broke a rule, didn't you?” he said in a deadly-calm voice that made her heart stutter.

She swallowed, hard. She nodded.


“Tell me.”

There was no turning back now. She felt a bit defensive. She'd been so tempted to hide the truth, giving herself excuse after excuse, trying to justify what she'd done. She was not allowed to talk on the phone in her car. It was against the state law, and she could be fined. But the fine was not the real problem. Anthony had told her, over and over and over again, that she wasn't allowed to drive without her headset on. She'd been spanked so many times for it, she lost count. It had been a long time since she'd been spanked for disobeying that rule, including the spanking of her life the day she'd done it and gotten ticketed, but still. It happened.

Sonya knew she'd have to tell him. She couldn't stand the guilt, harboring the knowledge that she'd disobeyed one of their rules. She'd be sick to her stomach, torn up inside, knowing she needed to confess. She'd barely been able to eat all day. It was time to get it over with.

It was one of the reasons she knew agreeing to her husband's discipline was the right decision for her. Getting a spanking – although difficult to take – helped her let go of that feeling of guilt and disappointment. It cleared the air between them. It gave her closure beyond what a simple talk would do.

And frankly, it helped her behave better. When tempted to shoot a quick text, or mouth off to her husband, or ignore the rules they had in place for her safety and well-being, she'd find herself stopping in her tracks. She knew her husband would spank her, and spank her hard, if she needed it.

“Sonya...” he began, in the warning tone.

She gulped.

“I was on the phone in the car without my headset,” she blurted out, a stream of words flying out of her mouth like leaves whipped about in a gust of wind.

His eyes narrowed, and he crossed his arms, as she continued.

“But it wasn't for long! And...and I hung up after like two minutes, because I felt guilty,” she confessed.

“Were you parked?” he asked sternly.

She swallowed hard.

“No, but I --”

“Were your keys out of the ignition?” he questioned.

She sighed, and shook her head, biting her lip, the prickle of fear beginning to creep into her belly.

“No, sir,” she admitted.

“Then you broke a rule,” he stated plainly.

She nodded.

He reached for her hands and held them. “And what happens when you break a rule?”

She looked down at her hands, engulfed in his. She couldn't speak.

“Look in my eyes,” he directed.

She obeyed, though reluctantly. “I get a spanking,” she whispered.

“What was that?” he asked, with a raise of the eyebrow.

“I get a spanking!” she snapped, with a flash of temper.

He reached out and put a finger under her chin. “I'd be careful if I were you, young lady,” he scolded. “You're already getting a spanking. Start mouthing off to me, and your ass will pay.”

Her heart leapt and she nodded quickly, trying to save herself before she dug the hole any deeper.

“Yes, sir. But Anthony,” she began.

He nodded quietly. “Yes?”

“I...I'm beginning to think....I don't know if I want to do this anymore.”

He looked taken aback, but then he began to chuckle. “You don't want me to spank you anymore?”

She nodded. “I just...well I like the sexy spankings, and I like the stress relief spankings. They help...keep me in check, keep me calm. But I don't know how I feel about discipline anymore.”

He smirked, and let go of her hand, nestling back in the chair, and resumed watching the game.

“Sure, you don't want me to spank you when you're getting a spanking. Makes sense to me,” he said, as he tossed another handful of popcorn in his mouth.

“Hey, I need you to take me seriously,” she began defensively, feeling her anger rise at his seeming nonchalance, but fighting to keep her temper in check.

His eyes cut to hers and all playfulness fled.

“Oh, I'm taking you seriously,” he said. “And tonight, when the game is over, you'll be taking me seriously when you're over my lap being paddled.”

Her stomach twisted. This wasn't going as well as she'd hoped.

“But I just said I don't know if I want to do this anymore.”

He shook his head. “Right before a punishment is hardly the time to begin questioning whether or not this works for us,” he said. “And if you think I'm beginning the weekend with you all upset and irritable because you broke a rule and didn't get a spanking, think again. You wanna discuss this later, after I've whipped your ass and you've paid the price for your disobedience? Fine. We'll talk about it then. Tonight, you're getting a spanking. Period.” He turned back to the television, dismissing her.

She felt her temper rising and knew she shouldn't push it, but she couldn't contain herself.

“You're not even listening to me,” she protested, controlling her volume with considerable difficulty.

He tossed the bag of popcorn down, sat straight up in his chair, and took her by the arm.

“No, Sonya. You're the one not listening to me.”

She could tell by the flash of his eyes that she'd pushed her luck.

“Did we agree that I would spank you if you disobeyed me?”

“Yes, we did, but I --”

His eyes narrowed and the grip on her arm tightened.

“Did you tell me you trusted me?”

Her mounting frustration was building, but she knew that look on his face, and knew she had to rein it in now. “Yes. I did, but when I --”

“Then it's settled,” he bit out. He looked at her steadily. “Tonight you're getting a spanking. And unless you want a reckoning with my belt, right here, right now, before I even punish you, I'd strongly suggest you get yourself ready for bed and wait for me up there.”

She had defied him once when it came to submitting for a spanking. That had been a mistake.

She was still angry, her heart pounding, and heat rising in her cheeks. But she knew better than to push further.

“Okay,” she mumbled. His eyes narrowed and he leaned closer to her.

“Try that again,” he said evenly.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. He nodded, then sat back in his chair.

“I'll be up in thirty minutes.”

She stood, and shuffled out of the room. She dragged her feet up the stairs. She knew she deserved a spanking. She knew she wanted her husband to spank her when she needed it. But when the rubber hit the road, it was easier said than done. He didn't play around with punishment spankings. When he decided she needed to be disciplined, he would firmly and decidedly administer a spanking. She could beg and plead, and try to get away, but he would hold her firmly until he thought she'd paid sufficiently for what she'd done.

He'd never overdone it. She knew she could trust him.

She still didn't want to be punished.

With a resigned sigh, she changed into a loose-fitting pair of pajama bottoms that she knew would be useless in a matter of minutes. Anthony was one of those guys that believed a bare bottom spanking was the only way to spank, but the momentary coverage gave her temporary reprieve. She brushed her teeth, and prepared herself for bed. She picked up her phone and nestled under the covers. She texted her friend Emily, thankfully one of the few people she could trust with their lifestyle. She'd met her on an internet forum the year before. They'd immediately hit it off, and she'd come to rely on her friend's support and encouragement. It wasn't always easy being a spanked wife. It was lonely at times, and she drew strength from the friendship of those who understood her.

Hey, she texted. Guess who broke another stupid rule.

She was relieved the response came back instantly.

Oh nooooo, Sonya. Girl, not again! You just got a spanking Monday!

She sighed, and felt tears prick her eyes. She swallowed.

I know. I'm such a moron!

Everyone makes mistakes. That's why he's there to help you. You are not a moron, and if you say that again I swear I'll email Anthony myself and he'll spank you for it!

She giggled.

I don't know. I just don't know if this is what I want anymore.

There was no response for a minute. She bit her lip. She wasn't sure she was ready to discuss this.

Why do you say that?

She took a deep breath. Why did she say that? It had all begun with that stupid article she read online about women and equality and domineering men. Her feminist hackles had been riled, and she'd begun to question...everything. Why would a grown woman want to be disciplined like a child? Wasn't she capable of modifying her own behavior without childish consequences? What would her friends say if they knew?

I just don't know if it's right.

According to whom?

Sonya sighed. To me. For us. I just don't know if this is right anymore.

Didn't you just say you were in trouble? Now's not the time to be questioning this.

Sonya laughed.

Yeah, you sound like Tony .lol

Not surprised. lol Listen, honey, you trust him. You tell me all the time how much you love him, and how grateful you are that he does this for you. It's not easy sometimes, but I think you won't like it if you go back now. Ask yourself, how would you feel if Tony came upstairs right now and told you he wasn't going to spank you after all?

Sonya didn't reply for a moment. She played out the scenario in her head. He'd come upstairs, shut out the light, and they'd go to bed...her bottom would be spared. But she'd still be riddled with guilt. She wouldn't have that closure. She felt relief at the thought of being spared a spanking. But then, the more she thought about it, she felt...let down.

I think I'd be disappointed. I'd still feel guilty. I'd feel maybe even disconnected from him?


She heard the door downstairs lock, and Tony's feet on the stairs.

I have to go He's coming up.

Good luck, honey.

Thanks. Seriously...thanks for helping me feel better.

Any time. Night.


She dropped her phone on the bedside table as the door opened. Without a word, Anthony entered the room, turned and locked the door. Her heart pounded. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants, as Anthony walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and removed the paddle.

“Are you still going to argue with me?” he asked, as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Or are you ready to take your spanking?”

She gulped. “I'm ready.”

He nodded. He was in the role of disciplinarian now. No fooling around, no joking, stern and unyielding. She quaked as he beckoned to her.

“Come here.”

She obeyed.

“Take off your pants and lie over my lap.”

With trembling fingers, she pushed her pajama bottoms down and laid herself over his lap. This was the moment of acceptance...the moment of quiet while she braced herself, her emotions churning,spinning together, consuming her. Fear. Dread. Guilt.


She felt Anthony's fingers grip the edge of her panties and pull them down. She squeezed her eyes shut and drew the bedspread up in fists. Her cheek lay flat against the bed as she felt the cool, flat surface of the paddle on her bare bottom.

“Why are you getting a spanking, Sonya?” he asked in his stern voice. She swallowed.

“I talked on my phone in the car,” she mumbled.

“Yes. You broke the law, disobeyed a rule, and put your life in danger. Is that right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“What happens when you break a rule?”

“I get a spanking,” she whispered. She hated answering that question but he made her do it anyway.

“Is this the first time I've spanked you for this?”


“Excuse me?”

“No, sir,” she muttered.

She heard him breathing quietly. She wanted it over with. She wanted him to start already, and end the lecture, but he wouldn't begin until he was good and ready. He knew how she hated the anticipation, so he used it to amplify the effect of the spanking.

She waited for the rest of the lecture, but gasped in surprise as she felt the first stinging swat of the paddle. It was a light swat, the warm-up, and she braced herself as he swatted her again, and again. Then he began to spank in earnest.

“Do you think I want you to crash the car?”

Swat! Swat! Swat!

“Noooooo,” she moaned, tears clogging her throat, her hands grasping the edge of the bedspread so tightly her knuckles were white.

“I don't like punishing you,” he continued, as he spanked her. She couldn't help it. She writhed and squirmed, trying to get away, her “fight or flight” impulse kicking in. It was unbearable. She couldn't take it anymore. Every crack of the paddle lit her on fire, a burning sensation screaming across her backside.

She tried to propel herself forward, but he held fast. He paused, put the paddle down, and rubbed her aching bottom.

“I'm not done, young lady,” he said, and she groaned. How could she possibly take anymore?

“Anthony, please,” she pleaded.

“No,” he said angrily.“We are done when I say we're done. I want this to be the last time I ever spank your ass for this.”

He returned the paddle to her bottom with renewed vigor. She howled and squirmed, but she couldn't get away. As he spanked her over, and over, and over again she felt herself getting to that place of submission. She knew she deserved a spanking. It hurt so badly, but she knew she couldn't get away.
All she could do was take it.

She sunk into herself, retreating inward. No more fighting. No more trying to get away. No more wishing he'd stop, or yelping as he spanked her. She made quiet little noises as he paddled her soundly.

She was vaguely aware of him stopping. She took a deep breath, not realizing she'd even been holding onto her breath. Her heart was pounding, and she'd broken out in a light sweat.

“We're done,” he said softly, as he began to massage her tender bottom. “Are you going to break the law and talk on the phone in the car again?” He lifted her up and held her, as she began to cry softly.

“No, sir,” she said softly. “No, I won't. I'm sorry.” The tears flowed more freely now, as the comfort of his firm embrace released all the pent-up sadness and remorse she'd been holding onto. “I'm so, so sorry. Please forgive me.”

He held her and kissed her forehead.

“Of course I forgive you,” he said softly.

Her weeping slowed and gave way to soft, shuddering breaths.

“Go lay down, Sonya,” he commanded and she instinctively obeyed. She lay her head on the pillow, careful to stretch out slowly, as every move made her aching bottom scream in agony.

“On your belly,” he said softly.

He began to massage the aloe lotion on her. It soothed a bit, every bit as much as the tenderness in his voice.

“I know you said you don't know if you want this anymore,” he began. “I'm not sure if this is the right time to discuss this, but I'd like to.”

After a spanking, she was as meek and docile as a sleeping baby.

“Yes, Anthony.”

“I've seen the changes in you since we've both of us,” he continued, as she rolled over and put her head on his chest. “But either we're both in this together, or we don't continue.”

Is this what she wanted? Did she want the firm discipline Anthony meted out? Would she continue to undergo the awful, awkward moments of confessing? The horrid dread of the wait? Moreover, could she endure the harsh pain of his discipline?

He was right. She couldn't deny the benefits of the way she felt being taken in hand. She couldn't deny how much closer they'd gotten.

It wasn't easy. It was harder than she ever imagined it would be.

She swallowed. She was subdued, and quiet, but she felt forgiven. She felt submitted to him. She couldn't deny how dearly she craved his leadership, his strength, and his protection.

She felt loved.

But she knew there was no turning back.

She couldn't go back. Not now, not ever.

“No,” she said. “I don't want to go back.”

He nodded, and kissed her forehead.

“We're in this together?” he asked, his voice taking on an edge.

She nodded. “Together.”

“No more flipping out when I tell you you're getting a spanking?”

She shrugged. “Well, I didn't say that.”

His eyes widened, but then he laughed out loud. She laughed herself, basking in the warm glow of his warmth and laughter.

“It's okay, babe,” he replied. “I can take you.”

“That you can,” she muttered wryly. She paused, and took a deep breath before she sobered. One more thing to say. It had to be said. She wrapped her arms around him as she whispered, “Thank you.”