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Casey McKay’s sexy, new BDSM- Bound

My good friend, Casey McKay is visiting today with an excerpt from her new BDSM, Bound. Her blog has also been nominated for “best creative spanking blog” 2015. If you get a chance, stop by and vote. 🙂  Here she is!

Hi Kate, thanks for having me over today! I have an excerpt to share from the very beginning of my new book, Bound. Melissa and Martin have been together for about ten years and even though he is the owner of an exclusive BDSM club, Melissa still feels like something is lacking from their sex life. She’s come to bed and tried to cajole Martin into taking some action.

 

 

Knowing he was awake, Melissa pressed on. Hoisting her leg up onto his hip, she slid her hand down over his chest.

“Melissa, I’m sleeping.” His voice was gruff and grumpy and still she persisted.

They had fought today. A rare occasion for them. And it hadn’t been a tiny argument, it had been a big, ugly thing. Issues came to light. She feared things had changed. They’d made up, they were back on even ground. But something wasn’t right. Melissa felt it in her gut. She couldn’t let it go. Even after magnificent make-up sex, she still felt amiss. Martin had fallen asleep. She had gone downstairs and puttered around for a few hours. She had read, watched TV, and even looked up a few recipes she had thought about experimenting with. She’d tried to quiet her mind, but nothing had helped.

“You’re not sleeping,” she countered. If he were sleeping, would his cock be hard? she thought as her hand grasped him.

Martin rolled toward her, forcing her to her back. He turned, pushing himself onto an elbow and looking down at her. “We have a big day tomorrow, you need to get some rest.”

“I know what I need, and it isn’t rest.” Sliding her legs open, she gave him a seductive look. Their post argument lovemaking had been just that, lovemaking. She needed him to pound the shit out of her. She needed it rough and she needed it hard. And she needed it yesterday. Otherwise, the thoughts in her head wouldn’t quit. She hated that she needed this and she hated asking. It made her feel vulnerable and weak. It opened her up for ridicule.

Martin looked down at her, but judgment seemed to be the furthest thing from his mind. A look of concern crossed his features as he blinked out of his foggy haze. “I’m telling you it’s time to sleep.”

“I can’t.” It was a plea, the closest thing to a whine that would ever cross her lips.

“So you’re disobeying me?” His face darkened.

She almost argued with him, her chest tightening that he was disappointed with her. She wasn’t disobeying him, but she couldn’t make herself fall asleep. Then she realized why he was asking. “Yes,” she agreed.

“Hands,” he barked.

Melissa stretched her arms over her head and wrapped her hands around the wrought iron headboard. Martin secured her wrists in the handcuffs that permanently hung there. Something was already slipping into place, making her feel calm and he’d barely touched her. She was already nude, having shucked her clothes before attempting to seduce him. He rose from the bed, just a pair of boxer briefs clinging to his body.

Martin opened the closet door and rustled around before coming back to her. “Up.” He motioned for her to lift her legs in the air as he doubled over his belt.

She barely held back a groan. He could have at least left her hands free if he was going to force her to hold her legs up. But she had asked for this, beggars couldn’t be choosers. She promised herself she’d skip yoga in the morning, her core would be getting a workout tonight.

“Keep them up, or you’ll get extra,” he warned.

Bastard. He already knew she’d never be able to keep them raised the whole time. He did this on purpose. She wanted to call him names, but at the same time liquid gushed between her thighs. He knew exactly what she needed. And that was the very thing that was keeping her awake. “Yes, Master,” she murmured when he seemed to be waiting for a response.

His lips tilted up in the slightest of smirks, then he raised the belt and cracked it down across her ass.

 

Blurb:

Melissa’s longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he’s planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her… until he brings up the subject of marriage again.

Martin doesn’t know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He’s left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can’t figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It’s not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.

When secrets from Melissa’s past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?

 

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Scare Your Pants Off- Tuesday: Haunting Suspense and Zombies

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Welcome back for day two of the ‘Scare Your Pants Off’ Week. You can follow these links if you want to read the intro, or read the awesome first day’s post.

Don’t forget to leave a comment to get in the prize drawings. 🙂

 

First up today, is a really thrilling excerpt from Dana Wright’s romantic suspense, Asylum.

 

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Rachel moved farther down the hall. The peeling wallpaper and damaged wooden panels made her sad. The crumbled bits of tile and broken glass littering the floor kept her alert to where she placed her feet. It was pulling her and she needed someone to center her. Now. She stopped in front of a surgical suite and paused. “Matt?” “I’m here.” She felt his warmth behind her. “What can I do?” “Don’t let go,” Rachel whispered and slipped her hand in his.

Chapter Eleven

Matt watched helplessly as Rachel drew in on herself. She stood stock still, the blood draining from her face leaving her washed out and without color. The air around her began to vibrate and disembodied voices echoed through the air. He yanked his hand out of her grip and stumbled backwards. Rachel moaned and her hands clenched into fists. He blinked and his eyes searched the room for Trevor. He’d stepped out of the room, probably in disgust at watching him hold Rachel’s hand like some kind of idiot. Fine. He would play her game, but only until he had enough rope to hang her with.

“Rachel?”

She didn’t answer, her eyes locked on something ahead of her that only she could see.

Matt stepped closer, but hesitated to touch her. She appeared fragile enough to break. He gingerly reached out and laid his hand on her forehead. She was frigid. Freezing. He drew his hand back with an intake of breath and gritted his teeth. This was odd. He walked around her and scanned the walls and floors. Nothing. No wires, no air drafts.

He wasn’t prepared for this. Matt had never seen any documentation of her lapsing into any kind of fugue state and he’d researched the hell out of this woman. The injury from the last case made it imperative to find out all he was able to about his new “partner” on this case. If he was going into the dark with someone, he was going to make damned well sure who. The fact that she didn’t appear to have any involvements in her life, save for a grandmother she cared for, was an unexpected relief. That still didn’t make her an honest ghost hunter.

Her spark got under his skin. Most women he encountered bowed and scraped to his celebrity status. Rachel didn’t. She was beautiful and smart and right now was scaring the holy fucking hell out of him. Was that the difference here? That she didn’t have Jeannie to act as the buffer from whatever it was she was experi- encing? Was she some kind of psychic too? The thought brought a chill to his skin.

Her lips, now turning blue, moved but there was no sound.

“Rachel?”

Nothing. His guts twisted inside of him.

Matt tipped her chin up to search her eyes. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but as he gazed into the blue depths of her glassy orbs, he felt his perception of reality tilt. Something flickered behind her gaze that drew him down into another time. Another reality. Voices and echoes of the past stormed past his defenses and he found himself standing not in a derelict building, but a busy operating room.

“Nurse. Get me the ether,” a man wearing a white coat and blue face mask demanded, his white eyebrows turned down in irritation.

“Yes, doctor.” The white-capped nurse hurried to do his bidding. She scurried to a counter at the back of the room, dodging three other nurses. The nurse returned quickly with the mask and the bottle.

“You.” He pointed at the youngest of the nurses. A sallow- faced woman with mousy brown hair smoothed her hands along her apron and waited for whatever abuse was about to be heaped at her feet. “Get out of the way. We have a sterilization procedure at one-thirty.” The doctor slid the mask over the woman’s face. “Go ready the patient in 4B. I’ll be with her shortly.”

The female patient strapped to the chair writhed against the restraints, her eyes wide and terrified. Gagged, she tried to speak but only succeeded in letting a line of spittle down her cheek. Her eyelids fluttered and her face went slack as the effects of the chemical took over.

“You have been a very bad girl, Frau Gilbert. Trying to escape when all your husband wanted from you is your obedience. But lucky for you I have the perfect remedy for willful women such as yourself.” The doctor roughly gripped her face and moved it back and forth.

The woman lay still and the doctor removed the mask.

“Tray! Alcohol!” came the next gruff orders and the remaining nurses scattered to acquire said items. Matt blinked, trying to wrap his mind around what was happening. His stomach churned with fear and the hair on his arms stood up. He was there. With Rachel. In the past. It was impos- sible. Wasn’t it? Is this how she found the missing boy and all those other people? Living through horrors to find them?

“Oh God,” he whispered, the very real terror sinking in. This was fucking real.

He faced Rachel and still held her face in his hands. Matt moved away, but remembering her warning didn’t break contact. He slid his hand down her shoulder and took her clammy hand in his. Maybe if he continued touching her, it would generate a fit of rage. Something. Anything.

Oh my God. Matt’s stomach curdled and he struggled with the urge to vomit.

“Rachel,” he hissed. “Where are we?”

“They can’t hear us,” she responded, her voice flat. “I’m sorry. I took us back too far. I was thinking of my grandmother and I must have overshot.” She stared hard at the woman in the chair, completely transfixed.

“He’s really going to do it.” Matt’s eyes took in the scene in front of him and he drew his lips back in horror. “He’s going to give her a lobotomy right here.”

Blurb:

The voices of the past are alive behind the iron gates of Bremore Asylum. Can Rachel and Matt deduce its secrets before it’s too late?

When Rachel agrees to take the job investigating the disappearance of a fellow ghost hunter at Bremore Asylum, she is totally unprepared for the sexy and stubborn psychic debunker Matt Rutledge to be a part of the package. Can these two opposing forces find the answers behind the asylum’s crumbling walls before they become the newest victims to the asylum’s grim history?

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Next up is an awesomely scary zombie attack from Casey McKay’s, Cursed Waters.

 

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She saw the sun trying to break through the clouds, it was late afternoon and they hoped to have the natural light while they searched the island for Seaweed. Trevor fell into step next to her and she felt comforted as he grabbed her hand, twining his fingers with hers. They walked in silence as Trevor swished the plastic whiffle ball bat in front of them like it was a sword. She shook her head, boys and their toys.

They turned left down the next street and Roxy would have shrieked if she had the breath to scream. Two of the slow walkers were standing in their path, and now that they were up close there was no mistaking that they were zombies. Trevor quickly pushed her behind him and out of his way. He took a step forward, wielding the plastic bat in front of him.

“They might not want to hurt us,” she started and one of the zombies growled, making her jump.

Trevor showed no signs of being shaken, physically, but Roxy was standing close enough to him that she could hear him muttering, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Over and over. Roxy stepped to the side, bringing herself into view. These weren’t like the slow walkers she saw this morning who were all dazed and out of it, wandering aimlessly. These two guys were looking right at them. Their clothes were ripped and torn and they were covered in mud. As if they had clawed themselves out of their own graves, she shivered at the thought. Their pale skin held a grayish pallor and their dead eyes made her skin crawl.

Trevor glanced in her direction, “Get back!”

She took a step back and dropped to one knee, placing her back pack in front of her. Roxy rustled through its contents as Trevor assessed the situation, shaking the fearsome plastic toy in the approaching zombie’s faces. She found what she needed and rose back up to her full height, slinging the pack up to her shoulder.

“Stay back, guys. We don’t want any trouble.” Trevor was trying to reason with the zombies, who were advancing on them quickly. Their grunts were getting louder and their slow, jerking movements were making Roxy more than a little nervous. She came up to stand beside Trevor again.

“I said, get back,” he snapped as he glared at her. Then he saw the item in her hand. “What’s that?”

Roxy held up the wooden implement that looked like a giant paddle. “It’s a bread board, I thought it might work a little better than that.” She tilted her head towards the bat.

As they were sizing up each other’s weapons the zombies had gotten much closer. Their attention moved back to their current situation when they heard something between a growl and a moan escape from one of their assailants. Trevor raised his bat up, “I’m serious guys, back the fuck up, or someone’s going to get hurt.”

The zombies hesitated a half step, but then lurched forward. Roxy and Trevor both let out screams as the swung their weapons down. Roxy shrieked louder as her zombie’s head exploded in front of her. She looked to her right to see how Trevor fared, only to find him standing with a bent plastic bat in his hands and a really pissed off zombie staring down at him.

“Duck!” Roxy yelled as she swung at the same time. Trevor crouched down on the ground as her swing connected with the zombie’s head. It exploded on impact, spraying them both in zombie blood. The lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud and Roxy immediately doubled over and started heaving. She felt Trevor’s hands on her shoulders, steadying her as she shook.

“That was awesome!” He sounded ecstatic, Roxy couldn’t muster the energy to get excited about having blood all over her. “You okay? Are you gonna hurl?”

“I’m not cut out for this,” Roxy said as she stood back up, “what the hell is going on?”

 Blurb:

Roxy Wilson is going through the motions. She’s running her deceased grandmother’s psychic readings shop, but she’s not a psychic. Hoping to expand and just become a gift shop, she contacts her ex-boyfriend, Trevor Dale. Only she doesn’t anticipate the feelings she’s still having for him after four years of separation.
Trevor could never get Roxy out of his system, and now with her so close to him again, he’s reluctant to let her go. But a 40 year- old curse involving evil spells and zombies overtaking the small, seaside town of Ocean Pointe may put a stop to any sort of romantic reunion.
Can Roxy and Trevor break the curse and save their town from zombies? Find out in my upcoming release Cursed Waters, out later this month!
Warning: This book contains spankings and anal play between two consenting adults. If you are offended by this subject matter please do not read this.

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Summer Spanks – Scorching hot teachers and hot bottoms to match!

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Welcome to Summer Spanks 2014! There are a ton of prizes to win on the main site page! All you have to do is comment below (with your email address, please), and you will automatically be entered into the main prize drawings.

Thank you to our hosts, Saturday Spankings and Spanking Romance Reviews, and our awesome prize donators!

I will also be giving out a few prizes, myself. One winner will get an e-copy of one of my books (The Coach’s Discipline or The Winter Storm). Another winner  will receive a $5 gift certificate to Blushing Books. Don’t forget to leave your email address.

Have fun and enjoy the spankings!

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(I know, I said from the get-go, I wasn’t going to do a school story. I was going to do a summer one, no matter what! Well, these characters just popped into my head, and begged for a little action, so I had to oblige. All characters have agreed to be “used” in this forum. 🙂 And I even found some cool visuals to go with the piece. Enjoy!)

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Katherine sat at her little desk twirling her blonde hair between two fingers, scowling at her best friend, Corinne, who was happily scribbling out a rough draft.

The first day of class at Saint Larrup’s school for authors was proving not only to be boring and unproductive, but also frustrating as all hell.

“How’s your character sketches coming, authors?” The handsome, stern teacher, Mr. Sterling called from the front of the room.

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“It’d be a lot better if someone wasn’t stealing my men.” Katherine grumbled and kicked Corinne’s feet.

“Ungh! What was that for,” Corinne glared and whispered.

“You know I wanted the hot 32 year blond werewolf hunk for my petite brunette pixie.” Katherine said angrily.

“Well,” Corinne smiled sweetly, “I’m using a 32 year old blond fireman for my petite brunette lawyer. It’s completely different. Suck it up, whiner.”

“Yeah, Katherine, completely different. One’s contemporary, the other’s, what the hell do you call a mixture of paranormal and fantasy anyway.” Their friend, Adaline laughed.

Whack!

A long ruler cracked down on Adaline’s desk, startling all the women.

“Ladies. Eyes on your papers, mouths closed, please,” The assistant professor, Miss Pandora Blake, gave them a firm scold.
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Katherine’s cheeks flushed red, hating being called out in front of the whole class.

Natasha stifled a giggle, and shook her head.

“Goody goody.” Katherine nudged Natasha’s seat, tapping her plaid backside with her saddle shoes. “You know, you don’t always have to sit up front.” Katherine whispered.

“Good girls always sit up front,” Natasha winked.

“Good girl, my a—“

“How’s the sketch coming, Ms. Deane?” Mr. Sterling‘s cool eyes bore into Katherine’s, and she hiccupped nervously. “Working on it, sir.”

Grrr! Katherine crumpled up her page of scribbled paper, and tossed it aside. Unfortunately, it popped off Corinne’s head.

“What now?” Corinne rolled her eyes and glared.

“I have writer’s block. I can’t write anything now.” She huffed under her breath, and turned her attention back to her empty paper when Mr. Sterling turned her way again.

When both the handsome professor and his sexy assistant teacher were well into a quiet conversation about dialog tags, Katherine handed Corinne a note.

Give me the blond hottie!!!!!!!

Hell No! 🙂 came the written reply

You suck!

And you swallow, 🙂 🙂 🙂 Corinne giggled when she passed the note back, infuriating Katherine even more.

“I need my own hottie!” Katherine hissed.

“You need to learn share!” Corinne whispered, getting angry.

“You need to ‘pants’ more.” Katherine glared.

Adaline giggled. “Ooh, the pantser’s on a roll!”

Well,” huffed Corinne, “You could try a little plot outlining once in a while instead of calling me at one am to tell me about all your ideas.”

“I need to talk them out!” Katherine barely kept her angry words as a whisper.

“Pantser and a plotter, sitting in a tree…” Adaline sang.

“Ooh,” Renee Rose leaned in, excited, “You two should kiss!”

Casey McKay grumbled, “Just get the fight over with already before you get us all in trouble.”

“Fine.” Corinne smiled. “I’m just going to plot out the best way to use my blond hottie.”

Arrrrgh!” Katherine stood in a rage, and grabbed Corinne’s dark ponytail, and yanked.

Corinne stood and both women faced off in a showdown of vicious dialog tag comments and hair pulling.

All hell broke loose.

“Fight, fight, fight!” Casey jumped onto the top of her desk with a loud “Woohoo! Elbow her in the chest! Yeah!”

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Tara shook her head, smiling. “That’s a fret.”

Renee and Adaline broke into loud peals of laughter, and egged on the two women as Casey worked the class into frenzied shouts. She had just started the class on a huge stadium wave, when a loud piercing whistle cut through the classroom.

A very angry teacher folded his arms across his chest, glaring at the women in the center of the room.

“Who started this?” he asked, his voice deadly quiet, and very scary.

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All hands in the room pointed to Katherine and Corinne.

“If you ask me, sir, I think you should plug them both.” Natasha gave an angelic smile of perfect white teeth, and handed him two silicone plugs from her backpack.

His incredulous look, caused her to shrug as she smiled. “I carry them with me wherever I go. You know never know when you might need one.”

“Plug them! Plug them! Plug them!” Casey jumped up and down and shouted in a frenzy, until Mr. Smith took her by the ear.

He led her to a corner in the classroom, swatting her bottom. “No more getting everyone worked up, Ms. McKay. This is not a derby match.” He swatted the back of her plaid skirt. “You stay here, quietly.”
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He worked his way back to the center of the room, and all eyes looked to the floor, except for Tara Finnegan’s.

“Oy, Teach! I need to use the jacks.” (Irish slang for using the restroom) She stood and grinned at the large man in front of her.

“I think, Ms. Finnegan,” he glanced at the pack of cigarettes hanging in her lacy, black garter belt. Her plaid skirt was two inches shorter than the rest of her classmates showing off her cigarettes and accentuating her killer black combat boots. “that a trip to the bathroom has nothing to do with using the facilities.”

“Ah, feck! Sure look it.” (acceptable Irish response for pretty much anything) She winked.

He gave her a quick swat across the back of her short skirt, before she left the room.

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It seems some other young ladies are in need of a refresher course in school etiquette.” He addressed the class. “Ms. Scott,” he called out to the new exchange student, Erica Scott, who was still in the other corner, holding her skirt above her waist, her bottom blooming red, “Please explain to the class your experience with the lexan paddle.”

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She winced and rubbed her red cheeks. “On a scale of one to five, sir, I would call it a 4.5. That mother hurt.”

“We’ll conclude your session after class, Ms. Scott. Please pull up your panties, and return to your desk.

 

Ms. Alexander, Ms. Deane, front and center.”

“Did you forget this class uses corporal punishment?” Corinne whispered to Katherine as they marched to the front of the room.

“I forgot about that. Nuts!” Katherine scowled.

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Ladies, please bend over and place your hands on the desk.” He said, pulling the long wooden paddle from the wall.

He rolled up their plaid skirts, so their cotton panties were in view for everyone to see.

“What have we here?” He patted Katherine’s backside.

Gah! Katherine had forgotten about the white panty rule. “Um, they’re Underdog, sir.” She flushed.

“Are these the appropriate apparel for St. Larrup’s school uniform.” He patted her panties, squeezing her left cheek.

“N-no, sir.” She shuddered.

Well. They will just have to come off.” He stripped them down her legs faster than she could say Sweet Polly Purebred, and the cool air rushed between her bottom cheeks.

He nudged her feet apart, and she knew her classmates were now getting a full view of every bit of her most intimate parts. Gawd, how embarrassing!

“How many strokes should these naughty girls get for disrupting class?” He asked aloud.

“Fifty! And the plugs!” Natasha’s breathless voice squealed.

He took Natasha by the ear, and placed her in the corner, “Nose right here, Ms. Knight. And not another word about plugs.”

Natasha groaned as he swatted her hard and positioned her, giving her a few more hard swats. “I’ll deal with you after class, Ms. Knight. Bring your plugs.”

“Yes, sir.” She nodded and pressed her nose to the corner.

“All right, ladies, are you ready for your paddling?”

He asked the question to Corinne and Katherine, but it was Adeline’s excited “Oh yeah! Spankings, then oral sex!” that left the class in titters.

“Come here, Ms. Raine. We have another corner for you.” Miss Blake said, pressing Adeline’s nose into the third corner while peppering her rear end with the ruler.

Mr. Sterling turned to the class, his dark eyes aggressive and dominant, causing all the women to lower their eyes and shiver.

Renee was the only one who seemed angry about the whole incident, sitting cross armed with her mouth set in a firm line as she watched him stride toward the bottoms he was about to heat.

Jealousy, perhaps?

“I’m the one with the hot school girl pic for my avatar.” She mumbled.

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Do you have a problem with this, Ms. Rose?”

“No. Sir.” She bit out and glared at him sullenly.

“Very well.”

He picked up the paddle again, and tapped Corinne’s pantied bottom softly, caressing it gently, before bringing it down in a sharp loud crack.

She flinched and shuffled on her feet.

He brought the paddle down again, twice more, and she groaned and pressed her cheek into the hard wood desk.

When Katherine felt the cool wood tap her already bare bottom, she clenched involuntarily.

“Relax.” He said, tapping the underside of her cheeks until she softened. “Rear up a bit more, please, Ms. Deane.”

 

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She pressed her bottom up, and held her breath, waiting for the hard wood to make impact.

Crack!

The sound startled her before the searing pain seeped into her nether regions.

Whack!

He struck both cheeks hard and fast, and she choked on a breath.

The heat built in her poor bottom quickly as he paddled her quick and hard, leaving no part of her white bare bottom untouched.

Her howls and pleading fell on deaf ears as he paddled her hard, again and again, until she sagged over the desk, sobbing.

She could barely hear Corinne’s yelps and cries over her own labored breaths.

Oh my gosh, this dreadful teacher had ravaged her ass! And now he was doing the same to her best friend.

“Stop!” She called out, and the loud cracks of the paddle ceased. “It’s my fault.” Katherine cried, turning her tear filled eyes toward her best friend. “You can have the blond hottie. I’ll pick someone different.”

“No, it’s okay. You take him I can always plot out something different.” Corinne sniffled and reached for her hand.

Or,” their teacher’s voice cut in smoothly as he stroked both their sore bottom cheeks. “You could work together on a tandem story. You could mix your pantsing with Corinne’s plotting.”

Natasha giggled from her corner, “You could call it plantsing, sir.” This received a few good girl swats with his palm.

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Best idea I’ve heard all day,” Katherine groaned as she placed her hands onto her sore hot bottom. “May we go back to work, sir?”

“Yes, you may.” He patted them each one last time, pulled up Katherine’s panties, and unfolded both of their short skirts.

“Ladies, you may all return to your desks.” He addressed the women in the corners.

Katherine thought she heard Natasha mumble something about butt plugs, as she, Adaline and  Casey returned to their desks.

“All right, class. We are going to stop character sketches and work on a new project, outlining a story. Here’s your premise.”

He wrote in big block letter on the chalk board, and the entire class groaned and flushed when they read the subject.

 

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Well, isn’t that the bomb sauce?” Muttered Renee from behind Katherine.

Mr. Sterling smiled.

“I almost forgot the visual cue. Ms. Blake …?” He led his assistant to the center of the room and sat her in a hard backed chair facing the classroom.

He pointed at Renee and gave her a knowing smile. “Care to do the honors, Miss Rose?”

“My panties are already down,” she said, taking his hand, as he led her to the seated assistant.

“Over Miss Blake’s lap, please.”

The class watched Renee position herself over the assistant’s lap, smiling from ear to ear.

“All right class, let’s begin. “

Miss Blake raised her hand, preparing for the first strike on Renee’s upturned, bare bottom, and everyone leaned forward in anticipation of the visual that would get them all writing, happily.

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Excited students clamored outside the door, fighting over a tiny peek through the window.

“Man,” Sarah Young pouted, “I am so taking that class next year!”

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So in keeping with today’s kinky / spanky theme 🙂 if you could choose a celebrity to dress up (this is fictitious, of course!) in school girl or boy attire, and receive a sound spanking from an ‘oh so stern’ teacher, whom would you choose?

Hehe, I’ve already made some of my choices today. But I still have more in mind. 😉 How about you?

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Her First Spanking- Call Me Yours, by Casey McKay

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I am so excited about Casey’s fun new book!!!

I just got it, and am starting it tonight. 🙂

I can already tell it is going to be lots of fun!!

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Thanks for letting me invade for the day Katherine! I brought a sexy excerpt I hope your readers will like. This is the first contemporary story I have written in a while and it always seems hard to write the spankings in without making the characters seem out of line. One way to make this a little easier is to have my heroine, Caitlin, interested in spanking. It turns her on, she can’t stop thinking about it, and while she wants Simon to spank her, she’s also really scared.

I tried to make that part as real life as possible. As someone who had the spanko thoughts and tendencies for such a long time without ever actually experiencing a spanking– I know what it’s like to be freaked out by the real thing. We always make things so much more intense in our minds, when in real life, especially for sexy fun, a spanking can be delightful 😉

Here is a scene where Caitlin is just figuring out there may be different kinds of spankings out there:

 

            He slammed her up against the wall as he flung the door shut behind them. He pressed his body into hers as he kissed a trail down her neck.

            “Mmm,” she moaned. “Am I still pushing your buttons?” She hoisted her legs up, wrapping them around his waist.

            He cupped her ass and carried her down the hall to the bedroom, dropping her on the bed. She let out a squeal.

            “Most definitely,” he answered her question. He slid first one shoe off of her foot, then the other, as his thumb brushed over the open blisters and cuts on her feet he shook his head. “What did you do?”

            “How do you do that?” She threw a hand over her eyes and laughed. Her voice was husky but a slight slur hinted at how much alcohol she had consumed.

            “Do what?” he asked as he assessed the more severe looking cuts.

            “You’re such a dick one second and then so sweet the next.”

            He looked down at her, unmoving, until she removed her hand from her face. She looked back at him with wide eyes.

            “You think I’m a dick?” He tried and failed to keep the mirth from his voice.

            She looked unsure how to answer.

            He kicked his shoes off and pulled his shirt over his head. “If I act like a dick it’s only because you are completely unreasonable.”

            “I am not!” she retorted as she tried to push herself up off the bed.

            He thwarted her efforts by grasping her ankles in one hand and lifting her lower half in the air. He cracked his palm against the seat of her jeans, though they were so tight he doubted they offered much protection.

            “Ow!” she yelled, but laughter followed in wake of her protest.

            “Let me show you how much of a Neanderthal I can really be.” He cracked his hand down again and she jerked her hips up trying to dodge his blow.

            “Simon,” she started.

            He spanked again, across the center of her ass. His cock throbbed thinking that he had just left a pink hand print across her ample buttocks.

            He brought his hand down again, he spanked fast, peppering her bottom in smart slaps.

            She wiggled and groaned.

            After a dozen spanks he lowered her legs. She looked up at him with wide eyes while she panted. “I’m sorry. That was mean of me.”

            He smiled down at her as he covered her with his body, pushing her higher up the mattress. “It was probably an accurate description.” He kissed her hard on the mouth and couldn’t stop his hands from wandering to the hem of her shirt, pushing it up.

            “Then why did you spank me?” she asked when he disconnected their kiss long enough to drag her shirt up over her head. He unclasped her bra and disposed of that as well.

            “Because you looked like you could use it.” He winked at her as she let her mouth hang open in surprise.

            He dipped his head down, capturing one of her nipples between his lips. He laved the bud into a hardened peak as his hand caressed her other breast.

            “Can I tell you something?” she whispered.

            He raised his head to look at her face. Her cheeks were tinged pink with arousal or embarrassment, he wasn’t sure which.

            “I’ve been nervous about you spanking me since that morning I woke up in your bed,” she said in a rush, then she squeezed her eyes shut.

            “Really?”

            “Yeah, but that wasn’t so bad. Amanda’s right, you really are just a big teddy bear.” She blew out a breath and looked back at him.

            He let out a slow ominous laugh, “Oh, honey, that was nothing.”

            “What?” her eyebrows raised up and she blinked at him.

            “I assure you, when I really spank you, you won’t be calling me a big teddy bear.”

            “Oh,” she responded and licked her lips.

            He lowered his head back down to her breast before he gave in and laughed at her reaction. He had just knocked her off balance and he was dying to know what was going through her head.

 

Call Me Yours Blurb:

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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I’m at Casey McKay’s place today!

I’m at Casey McKay’s place today, with a fun interview about putting running, spanking romance and sex together!

Here’s her link.

http://www.caseymckay.com/2014/07/interview-with-katherine-deane-running.html?zx=84176991223bcadd

If you get a chance please stop by. We had a lot of fun chatting 🙂

Thanks!

Kate

Spanking A-Z Blog Challenge, W: Winter Storm Fairy Tale References

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I am so excited about today’s “W” post for the Spanking A-Z blog challenge!

I have been chomping at the bit for ages to talk about the symbolism in my favorite story.

Hehe, okay, it’s my favorite because I co-wrote it with Renee Rose and Casey McKay.

But even if we hadn’t written it, I am pretty sure it would be my favorite. 🙂

The Winter Storm is a fun, action packed, spank-a-riffic, romance with paranormal, BDSM and fantasy aspects to it. But did you know that a lot of the characters and scenes were based off fairy tale or bed time story references?

If you’ve read the story, here’s your chance to see how many you caught!

So here are all the fun references from the story. In random order

 

Jake and Jillian Hill – Siblings on their way to see the matchmaker. Jake falls down a hill and hurts his head. (That’s an easy one. Jack and Jill. Jack hurt his crown.)

The matchmaker lives in Grimmberg – taken from the many Grimm Brothers stories we perused, looking for ideas for the story.

Banbury – Jake and Jillian’s white stallion. (This was a fun one to play with. In the nursery rhyme, “Ride a Cock horse”, the fine lady rode her white stallion to Banbury Cross. Banbury Cross happens to be on a steep hill, so that fit with my siblings traversing a big hill. But even more importantly, a cock horse is described as a high-spirited horse, or the additional horse to assist pulling a cart or carriage up a hill. From the mid-sixteenth century it also meant a pretend hobby horse or an adult’s knee. (from wikipedia). LOL, “riding an adult knee”, reminded me of a spanking, so it was easy to name their horse Banbury.

Spa- NK – the lodge that Bertram owns, and the central location of the stories. It’s easy to see the word “spank”, but do you know what the “NK” stands for?

North Kristiandom – the land our MC’s live, is taken from the name of a very well-known author, Hans Christian Andersen. Hence, “Kristiandom”.

Bertram B. Wolfe – a shapeshifter, whose initials BB Wolfe, (Big Bad Wold), have even more meaning, when paired with his “daughter”, also known as

Redd – Bertram’s “little”. She is like a daughter to him. (LOL, I have not put a cloak on her yet. That would make it too easy!)

Faye Godmeyer – She’s half  fairy, and she’s about to become very special to Cindy, as special as a godmother. But first she has to learn to use her magick wand 🙂

Cindy / the Stepmother – Cindy is Spa-NK’s sweet submissive, who also has a split personality. During the day, she continues all her chores and tasks, singing songs about nightingales and princes. But at midnight she becomes, The Stepmother, the hottest Domme around. (It seemed like a fun idea to cross Cinderella with the clash of the strong matriarch.)

Cade Lupus- a shapeshifter and cousin to Bertram. This had a very Harry Potter’esque feel to it. Remember Professor Lupin, the werewolf? This one’s much hotter, though. 🙂

Coral – A “mermaid lost” is a beautiful red head who is hiding from an evil sea witch. She runs the aquarium at Spa-NK, and uses the word “plankton” as her safe word with Jake.

There were a few smaller characters that made appearances:

Pino – the friendly but shy porter, who served everyone, had a very “puppet like” run, and confirmed several times, his incessant need to always be honest. (hehe, Pinocchio)

Bram- the Dom that first offered to “play” with Jillian in the dungeon. Bertram became very angry, and told Jillian to stay away from this “blood sucking bastard”. (obviously a vampire; and since  Bram Stoker wrote “Dracula”, it just made sense 🙂 )

Bertram made another maid cry, when he yelled at her for falling asleep on the job again – Her name was Rory. (this may have been hard to see. Aurora from sleeping Beauty)

At the beginning of the story, Jake took Jillian away from their village because she threw rocks at a disrespectful rich Lord’s house, and threatened to burn his house down. LOL, she also called him a pig. (I like pig references in stories with wolves 🙂 )

Both Bertram and Cade originally lost their girlfriends to three men. Tom, Dick and Harry. (It was later changed to just Cade’s loss. We thought it might be difficult for these three men to handle two feisty women. 🙂 )

Mrs. Hubber – is the woman who helps in the kitchen. She is elderly and has a lot of children. :)(old mother Hubbard)

Even though it’s not mentioned much, there is a spa at the back of the lodge (hence the SPA in Spa – NK). It was first run by a hair dresser and masseuse with reeeeeeeeeeally long hair. – ok, her name was Petra, not Rapunzel. There is an adaptation of Grimm’s Rapunzel, called, Petrosinella or Parsley (Wikipedia). LOL, the closest I could come from “Petrosinella” was Petra. There were a bunch of other cool adaptations, but no other cool names to work with, so the beautician became “Petra”.

The first time, Bertram spanks Jillian (with consent this time :)), he tells her to say “Peter Piper” if it gets to be too much.

Coral was being inattentive to her duties and let a known thief named, Robbie, into the lodge. He stole belongings from many people. (The next question is, did he give any of the loot to the poor? Robin Hood- easy!)

When Bertram catches his “little”, Redd, in a lie, she replies with,

“My, daddy, what big ears you have.” (hehe, ok, I had to use that. It was a must!)

Redd’s stuff kitty is called Mr. McBeakington, a combination of the names of the cats owned by the lovely Ms. Casey McKay.

The “Simple Simon” reference is mentioned a few times by characters, alluding to another character’s dumb comment or action.

When Jake offers his sister’s hand to Bertram, he gives Bertram a bag of coins as dowry. When Bertram tries to refuse, Jake asks if he would prefer a pig? (hehe, another pig reference for the big bad wolf)

Which reminds me, LOL, there was also a reference about Bertram being so angry at one point, he felt like blowing a house down.

And of course, what fairy tale story would be complete without an HEA? We have three, but one is actually quoted.

When Jillian and Bertram are about to mate (yeah, as in have rough awesome sex to seal the bond of their love), he asks her if she wants:

“Forever? ‘Til death do us part?”

 

She answers with,

 

“How about happily ever after?”

🙂

*****

Okay, there are probably more that I have forgotten. But that is all I could come up with for today’s post.

So how did you fare?

Did you catch all the symbolism?

Were any of them new to you?

LOL, did I miss any?

Thanks for stopping by. Since I have already capped out at 1043 words, I won’t be able to share an excerpt. But I am attaching the link for the first chapter, which can be found here.

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In a world where fairy tales and real life collide, in which truth is sometimes stranger than fiction and romance and fetish are the norm, a winter storm forces a cast of characters to converge at a unique lodge, and three interwoven tales are set in motion.

Jillian and her brother narrowly escape a wolf attack, thanks to a shapeshifter, Bertram. As the owner of the lodge, Bertram opens Jillian’s eyes to a whole new world filled with spanking and so much more. Will she keep fighting her submission, or allow herself the chance for true love?

Coral is a fugitive—hiding from herself, her true desires, and the sea witch to whom she owes a great debt. She fears showing real emotion and letting herself be free, but Jake Hill’s dominating presence beckons her to yield to him—not just her body, but her heart, mind, and soul. When the sea witch demands retribution, though, she may lose the one man she has come to trust.

When Faye blunders while casting a spell upon her landlord, he claims her as his slave until she can undo the magic, and she finds herself subject to his firm discipline. As her attraction to him grows, Faye fears she will give in to the handsome shifter and forever lose her maidenhood, and consequently her powers and the ability to fix her mistake.

Even as all three women struggle with surrendering to the dominant men they have fallen for, each finds herself on a journey to discover her true self. Can they find a way to yield to love without losing themselves in the process?

*****

Buy Links

Amazon- http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00ISWJAJY

All Romance- https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thewinterstormaneverafterchronicle-1441823-354.html

Blushing Books – http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=2752

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It’s almost time!

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Ok, I’m sick, my voice is gone, and I have fever and chills, but nothing is going to dampen my spirit today.

Our new book is about to be published – most likely today or tomorrow!

To show you how new I still am to all of this, I’m not even sure where the heck to post this! I guess I need a new page that says “Books by Katherine Deane” or something like that.  🙂  But for the time being, it’s going right here on the main page.

I am so excited, and am having a tough time focusing on my normal daily activities, LOL. Can you tell I am excited?!?

This will be my first publication- EVER!

My name “Katherine Deane” will be on a book!

On the cover! (Maybe even the back? I don’t actually remember how it works, but I’ll see soon )

And the part of the story that I wrote (with my awesome author friends, Casey McKay and Renee Rose), will be

IN THIS BOOK!

Made public- for anyone to see!

Ok, I’m going to take a few deep breaths, and calm down.

I understand the reality that there will be people who won’t like it, and some people who will voice these opinions very strongly.

But that’s all right.

Today, I am reveling in the warmth and beauty of accomplishing one of my long term goals.

> Becoming a published author.

My next post will be a bit more professional, I promise. 🙂

The brilliant Casey McKay has even come up with a scavenger hunt to get the word out. It’s going to be fun!  There will also be prizes. You won’t want to miss this one!

I’ve included a picture of the cover, made by the fantastically talented Korey Mae Johnson.

This picture is of my main characters, Bertram. He is the shape shifter / owner of the Lodge, and is a central figure in all the stories.

I’m so excited! He looks exactly like I pictured him!

And if you look closely, you can see my name!

I did mention I will be more professional on my next post, right?

My name is on. a. book!

Before I get swept up in all the emotion. (Yes, I can still crank it up a notch 🙂 )

Thank you so much, Renee and Casey for agreeing to do this story with me!  I loved how well our ideas meshed; how you came up with all the different ways to make this book unique; how you gals didn’t freak out when I cried or got overwhelmed with edits (that may have happened a tad bit); how you blended together to do this huge team effort; how you smiled, and let me enjoy the adventure of being a first timer, and didn’t belittle me for it. Thanks ladies!

Thanks James, Jamie and Korey, for working so hard with us. I’m sure it was a bit difficult doing three authors for a tandem story.

And thanks so much to our beta readers and supportive friends.  You gals know how you are. Without you, we couldn’t have done this. (And we probably would not have enjoyed the process as much without your support.)

Thank you!

Ok, friends.  Hopefully, sometime within the next 48 hours, I will be able to call myself officially:

Katherine Deane, DD’er, home maker, crafter, avid reader, runner, jack of all trades, and

published author!

hugs!

(ok, I’m going back to being sick now. 🙂