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#spanking, and fun 1950s facts from Cara Bristol

Cara Bristol is visiting me today, with her story from her brand new set, Correcting the Coeds, along with Celeste Jones, Sue Lyndon and Renee Rose. This whole set was awesome, and I loved it. Here’s my review 🙂 And here’s Cara:

 

 

Thank you for having me today, Katherine!

When Celeste Jones approached me about writing a spanking romance set on a college campus in the 1950s, I didn’t know much about the decade other than what I’d gleaned from TV shows I Love Lucy, Happy Days, and Ozzie and Harriet. I wanted to make the setting and time period of my story, Educating his Bride in the Correcting the Coeds spanking romance collection, as authentic as possible. Once I got into the research I found the 1950s fascinating. You can think of my research like an iceberg: the details readers “see” in the story is only the tip of what I learned.

Here are few fun facts that didn’t make it into Educating His Bride:

  • Couples married at younger age in the 1950s than at any time in US History. In 1951, the median age of a first marriage for a man was 22.9 and for a woman, 20.4. Compare that to 2010 when it was 28.2 for men and 26.1 for women or 1890 at 26.1 for men and 22.0 for women. Getting married right out high school was very common in the 1950s.
  • Fewer women (by percentage) received bachelor degrees in the 1950s (24% of bachelor degrees went to women) than in the 1920s (35%).
  • Smoking was considered glamorous, and a lot more people smoked. In 1955, 56.9 % of men and 28.4% of women smoked. In 2010, that figure was 21.5% and 17.3%, respectively.
  • In 1950, the median price of a single family home was $10,050 (at 4% interest).
  • The average annual salary was $3,851 in 1955 and minimum wage was raised to $1 per hour from 75 cents.
  • The first color TV (RCA) came out in 1954. It cost $1,000. Adjusted for inflation, that would be like paying $8,873 today.
  • Playboy magazine debuted in 1953 with actress Marilyn Monroe as its first centerfold.
  • The term “sex symbol” came into usage in the 1950s, and the decade produced sexual icons Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield, Brigitte Bardot, Raquel Welch, and Elvis “the Pelvis” Presley.
  • “The Pill” did not exist yet. The first oral contraceptive became available in the US in 1960.

Educating His Bride from Correcting the Coeds blurb

Never much interested in her studies, Margaret Atwater attends college hoping to graduate with an Mrs. degree instead of a bachelor’s. When she catches the eye of English Professor Henry Thurston, she’s thrilled to marry him, drop out of school, and begin a new life as a married woman and faculty wife. However, Henry is a kinky man who has much to teach his eager young bride—in, and out, of the bedroom. As Mrs. Henry Thurston, Margaret’s education has just begun.

An excerpt from Correcting the Coeds

In this scene, Margaret is being taken to task by her professor for not doing well on an assignment.

“Now, tell me why you believe I grade you harder than anybody else.”

She wet her lips. “Because you do.”

“My standards are no more exacting for you than they are for any other student. I expect excellence from each of you.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder.”

He flipped open a record book and ran his finger down a list. “As it stands now, your grade is a shaky C minus. If you don’t do well on the final next week, you run the risk of getting a D in the course.” He snapped the grade book closed. “We had a discussion after your last paper, did we not?”

“Yes.”

“I believe I warned you what the consequences would be if you failed to get at least a B.” He opened his middle desk drawer.

Yes, they’d talked about—but he couldn’t be serious.

He withdrew a thick, heavy eighteen-inch measuring stick. “Lock the office door, please.”

Her feet obeyed, even as her mind rebelled. Will he really do this? Her hand shook as she twisted the key. She supposed she could have fled screaming down the corridor, except ladies did not run, let alone scream.

Henry closed the Venetian blinds and switched on a lamp.

She leaned against the stout wood of the door, her eyes riveted on the nasty ruler.

“Come forward, please.” He beckoned with a curl of his fingers. “Put your hands on the desk. Do not remove them until your punishment is over.”

“Henry, please,” she beseeched.

“Now, Margaret.” His expression implacable, he folded his arms. There would be no budging him.

Seeing him so, so stern did something funny to her insides. Made them quiver. It wasn’t all nerves, either. She shuffled forward to place her palms against the blotter. I can do this. How bad can it be? He won’t spank me hard. He only intends to scare me.

He moved the chair out of the way. “Fifteen spanks.”

Fifteen? She’d expected two or three at most. Hadn’t expected any if the truth be told.

She sensed movement and then the ruler struck her backside, blazing a line of fire, and she cried out.

“That’s one,” he said.

The only thing worse than being spanked would be the humiliation of discovery. She clamped her lips together and braced for the next strike.

Another pain-laden streak lanced through several layers of clothing. She couldn’t imagine the impact on bare skin.

“Two,” he said.

Thwack! The length of the ruler struck both cheeks at once, and her hands flew off the desk to protect her bottom.

“You know where your hands belong. Put them there unless you want extra strokes.”

She slapped her palms onto the desk.

“That was three,” he said.

A whoosh then the measuring stick seared the crease where buttocks met thigh and, despite her resolve to remain silent, a little cry escaped.

“I’m sorry I have to punish you, but you promised to do better. You made a commitment. That was four.”

Margaret sucked back the tears. “Maybe I didn’t break a promise. Maybe I’m not smart enough.”

“I don’t believe that about you for an instant. You didn’t do well because you didn’t apply yourself.”

He applied himself with another stroke that got Margaret dancing on tiptoes in an attempt to alleviate the burn.

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Author bio

Multi-published, Cara Bristol is the author of more than 20 erotic romance titles. She writes spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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Playfulness in Seduction

I’m still hiding in my writing cave.

(Truth be known, it’s a writing , spring cleaning, and “stop chatting all day on social media” cave- imposed by myself and hubby. He thinks I could sell a lot more books if I wrote more. Which then means I can buy more, so it’s a win-win 😉 )

So my friend, Celeste Jones has graciously offered to hijack my blog today.

Thanks for stopping by.  Take it away, Celeste 🙂

 

 

A recent article on Yahoo stated that playfulness is a key characteristic for a happy couple. Some definitions of playfulness are happy and full of energy, ready to play. Playfulness and flirting seem rather similar to me. It’s the playful side of seduction.

I hadn’t considered playfulness per se in any of my characters, but after reading this article, I was reminded of a few scenes from some of my books.

For me, confidence is very sexy and a man who is confident enough to be playful is smoking hot. A playful man doesn’t take himself too seriously. He’s not goofy in a look-at-me sort of way, but a man who is ready to enjoy life.

One of my favorite playful characters is Lord Jeffrey Amherst from Becoming Lady Amherst.

At their first meeting, Sarah ended up over Jeffrey’s knee and while upended she spit on his shoe. This scene took place a few moments later.

“Miss McLean, please allow me to introduce Lord Amherst. He is most eager to make your acquaintance.”

I curtsied like a trained pet, as was expected of me. Glancing up from my lowered position, I stared straight into the smirking face of…Lord Spanked My Ass.

He bowed and gave me a dimpled, devilish grin. “I am pleased to meet you, Miss McLean.”

Unsure of how to answer, yet determined not to let my irritation show, at least not to anyone other than my unwanted partner, I simply nodded in reply before he led me to the dance floor.

I waited stiffly by his side, resolved only to engage with him as mandated by the dance. He had other ideas and turned into quite the chatterbox.

“I apologize for not escorting you back inside, but I feared the reaction of your chaperone might have been unpleasant for both of us.”

“How thoughtful of you.”

“Had we been found alone together, the scandal would have been sufficient to force a marriage between us.”

“Marriage? Is it not bad enough that you manhandled me, but now you add threats?”

“Manhandled? You said I spanked like an old lady.” I would swear he smirked.

“You do, at best. I referred to the manner in which you hauled me away from polite society in an attempt to damage my reputation.”

“I believe I did put a little bit of sting to your ‘reputation.’” The bastard had the audacity to wink at me.

“Besides”—he took my small hand and enveloped it in the same hand that minutes before assaulted my derriere—“I had to attend to my blemished shoe. I certainly could not dance with the most eligible young lady at the ball with spittle on my footwear, now could I?”

 

Here’s a scene from their wedding night.

His gaze held mine, and he tapped the tip of my nose. “There is one important rule which you must learn, Lady Amherst.”

His use of my married name sent a warm thrill through me. “What rule is that, Lord Amherst?”

“You are never to wear more clothes than me.”

My eyes went wide with such a bold statement, yet I found the courage to say, “What shall happen to me if I break this rule?”

He reached behind me to give my barely covered hind end a meaningful squeeze. “We both know my preference for rule enforcement.” He moved his hand from the cheeks of my derriere to the ribbons holding my pantalets up, which he expertly untied and removed. He dispatched my chemise with dexterity as well.

 

And this scene from near the end of the book.

“You’ll be feeling those branches once we get home, little miss. Until then, I want you to hold the instrument of your punishment while you consider the seriousness of your behavior.”

“I am sorry, Jeffrey.” I did not raise my gaze from the implement held in my sweaty palms.

“What yarn did you spin for Lady Hampshire to make her believe you were British?”

I worried my lip between my teeth for a moment. “It was unintentional. Please believe me. But on my arrival at her house, the maid said everyone was shocked you married an American. I did not want people to think poorly of you, and somehow when I opened my mouth to speak, a British accent came out.”

I peeked up at Jeffrey to gauge his reaction.

“British accent?”

“Yes. Like this. The pahk in Lancashah is divine.”

He covered his mouth with his hand for a moment. “Is that the same way you spoke to Lady Hampshire?”

“Yes, I could not believe I fooled them.”

“It is surprising.” He stared out the window.

 

Becoming Lady Amherst Blurb:

 When Miss Sarah McLean causes a scandal in Boston, her father takes her to London in search of a husband. At her first party, Sarah insults Lord Amherst who takes her over his knee to spank some manners into her. When this spanking comes to light, Sarah’s father offers him a choice: Marry Sarah or send her back to America where she has no prospects for a husband. Intrigued by the spirited Yankee Girl, Lord Amherst proposes. Despite the circumstances of their marriage, Sarah and Jeffrey form a bond and appear headed for a bright future. That is, until Sarah pretends to be someone she’s not.

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Spanked After 40 – heroines in their prime

Today’s a special post in honor of all the “older than average” spanked female characters.  🙂

I have read several books recently that have had female main characters who were slightly older than the average 20-30 something. I adored these women, and loved their stories. It makes sense. I’m not 20 or 30 anymore. I’m a 40 something. So it’s nice to every once in a while connect with  a character who is close to my own age.

So in honor of the slightly more experienced women in spanking and erotic romance, I have placed their covers along with a quick logline for each, so you can meet these awesome women.

All are over 36, and a few are even a bit older. But that doesn’t stop them from being fantastic characters! I can vouch for them, having read 3/4 of them. And I am planning on reading the rest, soon.

Thanks to the authors for sharing their wonderful characters.

These are in no particular order 🙂

 

celeste jones_lawnew500x755     Celeste logline cropped tad bigger

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cara bristol_ reasonable doubts medium cara bristol quote cropped

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pkcorey_cassies space medium    pkcorey logline cropped

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mary wehr_AHeartsEndeavor_Medium  mary wehr cropped

Buy now on Amazon

 

 

leigh smith_look of love  leigh smith logline cropped

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takenbythetycoon800  normandie logline2 cropped

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ruth_Learning-to-Live-Again-Final-500x800  ruth staunton quote cropped

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mark sterling_cougar  mark sterling logline cropped

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Punishing Portia  darling adams quote cropped

Buy on Amazon (currently sold as part of When the Gavel Falls box set)

 

 

etta stark_lady westbrook  etta stark quote cropped

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Thanks for stopping by!

Happy spanks!

🙂