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Author Spotlight – Allysa Hart

Katie’s New Daddy

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Blurb:

The highly anticipated sequel to Adopting Katie is here!

Widowed mother Katelyn Summers, knows her husband would have wanted her to move on and find happiness for herself and a father for their infant son. Knowing that doesn’t make doing it any easier, and she is spiraling fast as she struggles with balancing her new normal with her old wants and needs.

Jeff has always been a natural leader, controlling all aspects of his life with a confidence that rivals no other. When a failed marriage crumbles that confidence, he leaves his entire world behind and loses himself in his work. Nothing can bring him home, until he meets her.

Can these two help each other move on from their painful pasts and into their happily ever after together? How does Katie’s unique family fit into the mix? Can you really have your cake and eat it too?

“I would give my life to make sure that look of pain never graces your precious face ever again, you know that?”

Her head dropped and she sighed. “I don’t know what to do,” she confessed.

“Sweetheart, look at me, please.” He kept his voice level and calm. She lifted her eyes to his without moving her chin from her chest. He smiled at her strong will. She wanted to listen to him, but she was probably scared. He was about to change that, forever. “I love you and Noah. You two have become my life, and I would do anything for you. Do you understand what I am saying?”

“Yes, but…”

“No, I don’t think you do understand.” He spoke sharply, sitting up straight and pulling her into his lap. “Let me spell it out for you. I am a detective, but being a detective is not my life. You are my life. You and that little dude who already has me wrapped around his pudgy spit-soaked thumb. If my job gets in the way of my happiness, then that simply means it is time for me to move on. I buried myself in work for survival, but I also moved away from my family and lost some years I will never get back. I won’t make the same mistake again.”

“You can’t quit your job.” Katie rolled her eyes and shook her head. It was obvious she didn’t have a clue how serious he was.

“I can’t lose you.”

“I could never ask you to switch careers.”

“I could never let you leave because of it.”

His answers were quick and automatic. There should be no doubt in her mind of his intentions after this conversation.

About Allysa Hart

I am a full-time mom to a sassy, strong-willed, loveable little girl. Okay, so she is all me. I am on the wrong side of 30, and I have been married to my best friend for over eight years. Like most couples, we have our ups and downs, but I could not imagine doing life with anyone else by my side. We are Southern California transplants, currently residing in a very rural part of the east coast. I have two crazy dogs that I adore, even though they drive me out of my ever-loving mind, most days.
I have recently rediscovered my love of words and decided to become a writer. My first story is my heart and soul, and it reaches into the depths of all that is me. I also create covers, promos, and logos for authors. I have met some amazing friends on this journey that I now happily call family. Without my family members, whether biological or chosen, I would not be half the person I am today. Their constant love and support keep me afloat.

 

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Author Spotlight – Sharing Backstage with Paige Parsons

Sharing Backstage

You won’t believe what’s going on behind the curtain.

Blurb:
What happens when the girl who runs from everything finally decides to stay put?

Harper Harrison is an accomplished, independent, and vibrant young woman. As a freelance production stage manager, she’s no stranger to being in charge. She knows how to get the impossible done, even if she has to take a few shortcuts for the sake of theatre magic. She has one fatal flaw, though. When things get complicated, uncomfortable, or she even thinks they might go wrong, especially in her personal life, she bolts.

Lucas Mason is a fellow freelancer, and when they work the same show, sparks fly. They share a love of the stage and high stakes sex. They’ve christened nearly every location backstage unashamedly, but Harper wants more. Lucas makes every effort to keep her at arm’s length. He blames it on their crazy schedules, but Harper believes something more is going on.

They reconnect after an extended break and Harper is shocked to find out that Lucas is now her boss. He has a dominant streak that he isn’t afraid to display, and she isn’t a fan. Answering to Lucas takes more than a little getting used to, and after a trip or two over his knee, she decides that maybe a relationship with him is more than she bargained for, after all.

Harper leaves town to chase her Broadway dream and to take comfort in the familiarity of her ex-boyfriend. New York isn’t home, though, and Harper has to face the truth of her situation. The easygoing man she’s with isn’t the one she wants or needs. Lucas is three thousand miles away, and he has no intention of chasing her.

To have the life she wants, Harper will need to face all of her demons, confess her transgressions, and accept her punishment. It’s the only way they’ll ever find themselves sharing backstage again.

Publisher’s Note: This work contains depictions of adult sexual activity and adult domestic discipline. If you would rather not be exposed to such topics, please don’t read this book.

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Excerpt

“Hopefully the memory of this spanking will better help you control your impulses and reflexes.”

“¡Ay! Tómalo con calma. Sí, papi!”

She wasn’t even close to tears, but these spanks packed a lot more power than what she’d been getting in passing. There was no doubt he meant business. It wasn’t that she didn’t take him seriously before, but now it felt like he was drawing his own hard line. Focused in on the searing happening on her backside, Harper became acutely aware of the sound. Lucas had stopped lecturing, and now the only audio vibrating off the walls were her cries and the sound of flesh on flesh impact. Her subconscious was having its own internal dialogue now.

It was just an impulse, right? She didn’t have some sort of impaired psyche that really wanted to feel what a serious punishment would be like, did she?

Lucas tapped her hip so she would lift a little for him to get her pajama bottoms and panties down. The girl hardly kept clothes on in the house and only ever slept in tank tops and panties, but he guessed self-preservation had kicked in and motivated her to slip on his old University of Arizona flannel bottoms. If he weren’t about to redden her backside, for scaring a year off his life, he’d have appreciated the look more. She had to wear them cuffed at the top and bottom to get around in them, but she loved them and looked adorable on the rare cold Arizona night.

Harper reached back in a futile attempt at impeding his clothing removal process. That sting was pretty powerful through her clothes, and she didn’t want to gain any knowledge of how painful it might be without them.

“I promise I will start from scratch, Harper if you don’t get those hands back in front of you.”

Author Bio:

Paige Parsons is a creative Joan of all Trades, with her first love being theatre. Now living and working in Japan, Paige, a native New Yorker, has always loved the world of make believe. Whether reading, writing or performing she loves a good story.

She holds an undergraduate degree in Communications-Broadcast Journalism/English-Creative Writing, a graduate degree in Elementary Education, and is ABD for her doctorate in Education-Brain Research.

Having spent the last 25 years collecting stories around the stage as an actress, stage manager, and production manager, it is no surprise that Paige loves to tell stories, read stories, and put stories up on the stage.

Personal Post- Can you have it both ways?

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The Alpha Hubby and the Compassionate Guy— Can you have both?

This question reared its ugly head when I killed the tractor today. LOL, okay, I didn’t kill the tractor. But I did single-handedly cause between two and three hundred dollars worth of damage to the thing on the back of the tractor (Daddy Hubby just informed me it is called a box blade).

Here’s the thing. We were clearing out a section of leaves, and smoothing out the ground for a nice little spot in the woods for a treehouse for the kids. Back and forth, I went. Up and down with the back thing (box blade); pulling leaves, and extra dirt and small limbs over to the sides.

Then he asked me to help push a tree stump over. He instructed me to back that thing up, and lift the box blade higher so it would push at a different angle than if it were from the lowest setting. So I did.

The whole top part bent.

DH started making those really yucky looks with his eyes that said, “Oh my f***ing God, what did you do to our baby?” That’s what his eyes said. His voice said some really bad words, muttered under his breath. Along with a lot of head shaking. (for the record, I am the only potty mouth in our family. He is the laid back, kind, non-potty mouthed, good influence on our kids, parent)

I started crying. You know. Lower lip trembling, eyes tearing up. Trying not to cry, because you feel bad enough and you know the kids are just on the other side of the trees. I looked pitiful. I felt pitiful. I broke my tractor.

But did my loving, amazing Daddy/Hubby give me nurturing cuddles or “That’s okay, sweet girl. It was my fault for not explaining things better…”?

No!

He calmly gave me whatfor for not knowing to stop before the thing bent up. (along with a few more mutterings about how much money it was going to cost).

Then I got angry. Very angry. With tears still streaming down my face, I told him exactly what I thought of his stupid plan to take out a tree stump. And how the hell could he expect me—a brand new tractor driver who has mostly only mowed the fields with it—to know how to take out a stump without killing a back thing?

I was furious. Mostly at him for not being more compassionate—he should have taken at least half the responsibility. I was untrained for this kind of task, and should not have to be held accountable for not understanding what he wanted. Yeah, it was his fault! I told him all of that while trying to rub my sore eyes with dried-out and dirty hands.

His response was much calmer and clearer. “It’s common sense. If you have something high up, and it starts bending and pushing up more, stop. “

So I burst into tears again. My husband was insinuating I had no common sense?

I have commons sense.

< Don’t walk alone after dark

< Don’t drink and drive

< Monitor the kids’ social media

< Bring a sweater or jacket, just in case it gets cold.

< etc..

 

Common sense. Yes, I get it! And I do have some of that in my highly creative, sometimes flighty personality.

But do I have engineering common sense?

Who screwed up the third grade toothpick bridge, for both kids?

Who can’t figure out how to get the Wii working on the right channel?

Who does not attempt any of the fun science experiments that involve building something?

Me!

Because when it comes to tech, or building something, or doing something with heavy machinery, it’s not my forte! That’s a different kind of common sense. And I don’t have it. So I shouldn’t be blamed for killing the tractor. He knew better!

LOL, I told him all of that, and that I was angry that he wasn’t apologizing.

He held me in his arms right there in the middle of the forest, right next to the busted tractor, and told me it would be all right. We could get a new part for the top.

He also told me he understood I was upset, but it was time to get over it, and finish the rest of our land clearing. Grrr! Still a tad angry, I took my frustration out on the rest of the leaves and dirt, this time leaving a huge space around the evil tree stump.

It got me to thinking. Why was he being such a mean jerk? Why couldn’t he just apologize? Why wouldn’t he take responsibility, or at the very least tell me it wasn’t all my fault that I almost killed my tractor.

It took me a few hours, and getting away from the scene, finally, to come to a new realization.

I wanted my husband to be the perfect HOH, or the perfect Daddy Dom, or the perfect hubby. I wanted him to always be strong and push me to my limits. But I also wanted him to turn on a dime, and be overly compassionate and extra sweet and take all the blame when I did something that made me feel bad.

That’s what I do in the stories I write. It’s what I like in the books I read. It’s a little too perfect for real life, though.

My final realization was that he was treating me like an equal. If he didn’t respect me, or if he thought I was just an idiot with no common sense, he would have taken the responsibility on himself. He wouldn’t have been so angry, if he hadn’t truly been blindsided by my abilities. This means he has faith in me.

He always tells me that—that he knows I can do anything I put my mind to.

On some levels, it’s annoying. Sometimes, I want Daddy Hubby to take over.

But does he need to?

All the time?

No. I would hate it. And he realizes this.

For the record, he came home and hugged me, smacked my bottom for not hugging him back, and told me, “I feel worse about you feeling bad.” (it was the closest I was getting to an apology, so I took it.)

“Good.” Was my grumbled reply.

Then we laughed and hugged again, and it was over.

We’ll get that part fixed at some point. But for now, we can move on.

He still has to fix my first attempt at a toothpick bridge with my daughter.

I can’t have it both ways. And realistically, I guess I don’t want it both ways. But I do love the combination on occasion.

Hugs and blessings ❤

New Author Showcase! Deliah Grace

I am so excited to have brand, spanking, new author, Delia Grace here today for an interview. I haven’t done these in a while, and really miss them. I can’t wait to introduce you to Deliah. 🙂

(sorry for the formatting. WP is killing me today! 😦 )

Interview with Deliah Grace

Katherine Deane:  What made you decide to write a book?
Deliah Grace: I have loved reading and writing since I was 6 and read my first chapter book on my own. (The Boxcar Children!) I remember making up fantastical stories for my siblings, that funnily enough always seemed to end with naughty bottoms getting spanked soundly. 😉
Once I started reading the “Spanko Genre” I always had a desire to add my own story to the mix, but had a lot of self-doubt and self-discipline issues. That’s where others came in and stood beside me, sometimes kicking my butt when needed, and said “you’re going to do this!” And… I did! 🙂 It took me about 4 months from start to finish – and then edits – but I did it!
Katherine Deane:  I loved the Boxcar Children, and have totally had spanking day dreams from my “big brothers”. 🙂
Why erotic romance?
Deliah Grace: I have wanted spanking in my stories since I started reading. I would earmark pages in books, write down quotes, take books from the library shelves to read and reread my favorite parts, so once I found out there were entire genres dedicated to my passion, weeeeell… *blush* And secondarily, I really feel like God created sex to be enjoyed, and I love writing books that celebrate that fact.
Katherine Deane:  What are your favorite genres to read?
Deliah Grace: Spanko books! *laugh* But otherwise I enjoy memoirs and biographies, romantic dramas, courtroom type books, some young adult fantasy! My favorite non-spanko authors are Tamora Pierce, Jodi Picoult, and Ilona Andrews.
Katherine Deane:  Do you do any of the stuff you write about? 😉
Deliah Grace: All of it. *grin* Except for the orgasms through intercourse there is nothing in my books that we haven’t tried to some extent. I live a 24/7 (ish) DD lite lifestyle. I love it.
Katherine Deane:  Awesome!  I like the authenticity that comes from real life beta’ing a scene.
How long did this first project take from start to finish? Was it about how long you expected?
Deliah Grace: So, like I said it was 4 months of writing it, and then another 3 months for edits, cover, formatting, etc until it was released! I felt like 4 months was fast to write an entire book, but then the edits and stuff felt like forever.
Katherine Deane:  Great job!
What was your favorite thing about writing your first book?
Deliah Grace: Getting to write exactly what I wanted to read. I like to laugh. I love brats and sass. I love witty comebacks and making fun of cliches, and I got to do all of that in my book.
Katherine Deane:  What was your least favorite thing about writing your first book?
Deliah Grace: Edits. I hated editing it so bad. I learned a lot, and I feel like it has helped me writing book two, but edits were killer.
Katherine Deane:  I feel that way with edits too. It’s kind of like a super hard workout.
What’s next ?
Deliah Grace: Affirming Antoinette! I finished this week, and am working on edits and getting it to my betas now! It’s Toni’s story and although it didn’t go as I planned I really feel like her voice is being heard in a good way. There are a lot of surprises even I didn’t know when I started writing it!
Katherine Deane: Yay! I can’t wait. I really liked her, and know her story will be amazing! Congratulations again, Author, Deliah Grace.
And thanks for stopping by to chat with me.

 

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Blurb:

Bernie Douglas has spent her entire life feeling inferior. She has never been the perfect weight, had the perfect IQ, or caught the perfect guy. She has always been surrounded by beautiful people, high achievers and success, but she herself has decided she is destined to settle for her own mediocrity. So the day she is pulled over as she tries to multitask while driving, she isn’t truly shocked. However, the moment she meets the eyes of the policeman standing outside her car window, her entire life is turned upside down.

Bernie knows that Officer Levi Jackson is everything she is not; handsome, successful, and has the Midas touch. Everything he touches seems to flourish, and yet Bernie cannot accept that he truly wants her. No matter how she fights against his hold, she finds herself falling more and more in love with his overwhelming dominance and tender care.

Levi comes from a tight-knit family, his parents and siblings giving not only encouragement and support to one another, but helping those who come to their camp to learn that they are not worthless, that they all can fulfill their dreams. After a routine traffic stop, unable to stop thinking about the feisty, curvy woman behind the wheel, he learns that she wasn’t quite as honest with him as she’d promised. Despite her bravado, he sees a woman who is uncertain, not only about her physical appearance but about her very worth. He wants nothing more than to hold her close and teach her that she is exactly what he has been searching for his entire life… even if he has to hold her over his knees and redden her rear until she knows how very much she is loved.

Will his patient encouragement and consistent discipline be exactly what Bernie needs to get out of her rut? Or is she truly too broken to be of any use to anyone?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual scenes. It also deals with the desire to self-harm in the form of cutting. If any of these themes offend you, please do not purchase.

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About the author:

Delia Grace is a mid 30’s hopeless spanko and voracious reader. Married for over seven years to the first man who ever dated, spanked, kissed, or etc etc her (in that order – wink wink) she is grateful to have a real-life fairy-tale and knight in shining armor to use for inspiration in her writing. She has spent her entire life within an hour of Washington, DC, but loves to travel and meet like-minded individuals and uses all of her spare time and funds to do just that.

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Sexy DD from Libby Campbell

Hey y’all! Libby Campbell is visiting today with a sexy, DD, called Winning Sadie!

Excerpt:

I walked with plodding footsteps first to Simon’s bedside drawer to get the key to the safekeeping place, then to the bathroom. In the top left hand drawer on Simon’s side of the vanity, lay the neat row of implements. Simon wasn’t tempted to buy more, he said, because so far we had all we need. He didn’t want to mark or injure me, he just wanted to remind me who was boss. Besides if our collection wasn’t enough to deliver his message, there was always a belt handy.

I carried the hairbrush back to him, balanced on my upturned hands. He’d pulled a small stool in front of him and watched me with cool detachment. My heart sank. He’d only used that stool once before, when he was delivering a spanking of particularly long duration. He’d had me kneel on it and drape my body across his left knee. He pinned my legs with his right leg. The stool was so I could slide back and take breaks at intervals decided entirely by him.

I knew my confession of doubts wasn’t going to go down easy with him but I hadn’t expected anything this dire. Not the stool and an implement.

He put his hand out for the hairbrush. I gave it to him and he held it up to me. I kissed the back of it, part of the hairbrush ritual.

“Sit.” He motioned to the stool.

I frowned, not understanding.

“Sit on the stool, back to me.”

“Clothes on?”

“Clothes on.” He nodded, his face expressionless.

I sat between his legs, my head barely reaching his waist.

“Keep your hands in your lap,” he instructed.

I folded them together like a birds’ nest and reminded myself to breathe. In the next moment, he started brushing my hair. He wasn’t going to spank me. He had only wanted to scare me with the over the knee comment. I sagged, partly with relief, partly with disappointment.

“What’s worrying you, my love?” He drew the hairbrush past the base of my neck and down the length of my hair.

“You said once that I was never to embarrass you in public or in private. That it was just good manners not to. On our first date you spanked me for embarrassing you.” I gripped my hands tightly at the memory. “But over the past few days, I have to tell you that I’ve said many, many stupid things to your friends and business acquaintances. Things that I know would shame both me and you. I can’t live by that rule of not embarrassing you. I can’t even not embarrass myself. I don’t belong in your world.” My voice sank to a whisper.

The brush started again at the top of my head, genuine boar bristles massaging my scalp. It felt heavenly and I tried to imagine life without Simon. A nightmare.

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Blurb

Sadie Donohue – gorgeous, sexy, smart and totally smitten with Simon Jacobson.

Simon Jacobson – gorgeous, sexy, smart, uber-rich and utterly smitten with Sadie Donohue. This sounds like a perfect match, so what’s the problem?

Sadie is from the wrong side of the tracks: working class neighborhood, public schools, sausages on the backyard bar-b-que. She was raised to fend for herself and bow down to no one, especially a man. Since meeting Simon, everything her liberated, independent mother taught her has flown out the window. Now Sadie is regularly over Simon’s knee for being her sassy, strong-willed self. And she loves it!

Simon hails from a world of wealth and privilege: gated communities, private schools, servants turning steaks on the bar-b-que. As the owner of a multinational corporation he is used to giving orders and getting what he wants. His life revolves around making millions and socializing with people whose flamboyant wealth intimidates Sadie. Still, she’s thrown into the deep end and told not to do anything to embarrass Simon. Or else!

At their lavish engagement party, Sadie’s hears her mother’s voice echoing in her head, reminding her that she will never fit in. Best intentions aside, Sadie will always be an embarrassment to Simon. That’s it. Engagement off!

Simon is in charge and he has other ideas. But will Sadie’s mother be their undoing? Can Sadie reconcile her past with her future?

This love story includes spanking an adult woman, explicit sex scenes and more. If such material offends you, please do not read this book.

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Biography:

Libby Campbell, mischief maker and dreamer

Libby lives on the West Coast of Canada with her husband of over twenty-five years. An avid reader, she savors books that feature strong, independent women and the loving men who challenge them.

She loves mountain hikes, deep bubble baths, and all animals, but particularly small dogs with big attitudes and big dogs who think they are lap dogs. She’s a four season woman who enjoys winter nights in front of a fire, summer sunsets on the beach, and all the in between months.

She reads and writes for pure escapism. If you like her books, she hopes you will leave a review, to encourage her in my world-building.

Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell

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Husbandly concern: a reason for a spanking?

Cara Bristol is visiting today with her hot, new Domestic Discipline set! 🙂 Here she is!

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When my husband and I lived near the beach, one of my hobbies was photographing and selling beach stones (for aquariums and rock polishing). I found collecting beach stones meditative and restful. I’d walk along the beach and focus on the colors. Problems, concerns, the rest of the world faded away as I zoned out looking for rocks. That’s what I liked about beachcombing.

That’s what I my husband disliked. He worried for my safety. Parts of the beach were remote and because I was so focused on rocks I didn’t notice anything else or anybody around me. I can’t tell you how many times another beach walker startled me by coming up behind me. I had no idea they were there.

Because I did zone out, my husband wouldn’t allow me to go to the remotest parts of the beach. He worried I could be easily attacked. I resented the restriction. I could have sneaked off, and he probably wouldn’t have known, but if he had ever caught me, there would have been hell to pay. So I didn’t go where I wasn’t “supposed to.”

The people we love care about our safety.

The hero of Rahm’s Way in Domestic Discipline cares about his wife’s safety. She really, really wants to be a private investigator, but he worries about her safety when she’s sitting alone on stakeouts in dangerous neighborhoods. Many of the people they’re asked to investigate are not law-abiding, nice people.

So he puts his foot down. No. Absolutely not. No way can she work as a PI.

But Cadence thinks he’s being unreasonable, and during his absence (he’s in military and was deployed) she goes behind his back and gets her PI license.

And in domestic discipline relationship, you know what means.

What is something your husband or partner doesn’t want you to do?

An excerpt from Rahm’s Way, Domestic Discipline

I should fire you, but I won’t. If you want to work here, you can take a desk job. You can assist the other agents with internet research, obtaining records, making phone calls.”

AssistDesk job? If she’d wanted that, she could have stayed an admin assistant, but that wasn’t why she’d obtained her license. Anger ignited. His country had called him, and he’d performed his duty. She didn’t fault him for that. But he had left, and she’d been forced to handle everything solo: parenting their son, managing the finances, tending to household repairs, and being alone. She was giddy-happy to have him back, but where did he get off thinking he could dictate to her now?

She leaped to her feet. “That’s not acceptable to me. I want to work in the field. Simmons isn’t the only private detective agency. Maybe I’ll go work for somebody else.”

The air sizzled. “Is that so?” he asked quietly.

She didn’t mean it. She would never defy him that way, but he had to learn she wasn’t a pushover. Cadence wet her lips as courage and its foolish cousin, bravado, deserted her. Poke the sleeping tiger with a stick, why don’t you?

He unfolded his crossed arms. “Instead of sharing your feelings, you sneaked behind my back and presented me with a fait accompli.”

“What good would sharing my feelings have done? You still would have said no.”

“Yes, but we would have talked this out. You agreed that when you and I differed, I would have the final say. Do you think you should be able to pick and choose which rules you should follow?”

Sometimes, yeah, she did. “No,” she replied.

“Don’t you think there should be consequences for disobedience?”

In general, yes. Did she wish she could avoid those consequences, hell, yes! “I guess,” she muttered mutinously. She glanced at his face. He arched his eyebrows. Don’t make it worse for yourself. “I mean, yes, Rahm,” she amended in a more respectful tone.

He unlocked a drawer in his desk and extracted a paddle. “Here?” Cadence squeaked.

He pulled an armless wooden chair away from the small round meeting table adjacent to his desk and sat. “Lower your pants.”

“Rahm, please. Couldn’t we at least wait until tonight? At home?”

“I didn’t choose the time or venue, Cadence, you did.”

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Domestic Discipline Blurb:

Love, desire, domination, and submission. Two domestic discipline romances by USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol in one volume.

Wife on the Lam

Janelle wants to take a luxury vacation for her wedding anniversary. Despite numerous hints, husband Brent misses all the clues and plans a business trip! Miffed, she flies off alone to a luxury resort. She’s going to celebrate—with or without him.

Brent didn’t have to work. He’d planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but he’s not going to let her ruin their anniversary, too. He has a little trick up his sleeve to take his errant wife in hand and get their marriage back on track.

Rahm’s Way

Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahm’s love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, he’s home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants things exactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?

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Author Bio

USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes “nice and naughty” stories of love, romance, and humor featuring strong alpha heroes. She is a no. 1 bestseller in BDSM erotica, science fiction romance, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She is best known for her Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series and her Breeder D/s sci-fi romance series. She lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.

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PK Corey brings another great “Cassie” excerpt!

I love PK Corey’s Cassie series. They are fun and sweet, and romantic. And they are about an older couple. Which makes me so happy!! I love this series so much, and can’t wait to read Cassie Corralled.

 

Excerpt:

I could not believe what Tom was saying. “You will not!” I stormed. “I have done nothing wrong and you are not going to spank me and I don’t have to go anywhere against my will. Take me home. You can’t spank me for nothing.”

Tom made no comment and the ensuing silence was thick. We rode on without speaking for the near hour it took to reach the house. The company where Tom works now rents this house where we lived for seventeen years. Clients and visiting VIP’s stay here so it was beautifully decorated for Christmas, but I barely saw it as Tom took my hand and led me quickly to our old bedroom, a small overnight bag in his other hand.

I hate being spanked when Tom is truly upset with me – and he was. I hate it even more when I feel I’ve done nothing wrong. My overall success rate at getting out of a spanking once we’ve reached this point is probably less than a fraction of a percent – but I’m not one to go down without a fight.

“I don’t know what’s got your drawers wound so tight, but you have no business spanking me. I haven’t broken any of your silly rules. I haven’t lied to you about anything. I forgot to take a pill one day! That is nothing to spank me about. What’s wrong with you?

Tom said nothing so I went on, “Are you mad because I’ve been busy lately? I’ve had to take care of Sue and it’s December! Things are happening. I guess you’d rather me be chained in the house, but when you want to do something you can go anywhere, anytime. And this big, important party tonight – why are you so insistent on going? Who’s going to be there that you want to be with more than Annie and Andy?”

I hate to even repeat this next part, but you have to understand I was just mad and on a roll. “Have you found another woman?” I stormed. “You want to show her she doesn’t have to worry about your old hag of a wife?”

I saw it, the hurt on Tom’s face just before it turned to anger. I tried to save it, “Tom, I’m sorry,” I backpedaled. “You know I didn’t mean that. I just…”

“I think that’s a darn good place to start.” He pulled me to the bed and quickly and none too gently pulled down both my slacks and panties at the same time. He began spanking quickly with his hand, but not terribly hard. This wasn’t a good sign; he was actually giving a warm up which told me he was going to take his time.

 

cassie corralled cover-PK

 

Blurb:

Cassie is still living life to the fullest, telling Allie stories about everything from long ago shooting incidents to playing laser tag with the children. Tom keeps an amused, yet watchful eye, on his lovely wife. He tries to be tolerant of Cassie’s fun loving ways, but when she decides to spend the day with people she met through the Internet, without letting him or the girls know of her plans, Tom sees red. Tired of Cassie constantly putting herself in possible danger Tom decides to hire her a driver. Cassie immediately sees this plan for what it really is; Tom wants to hire a bodyguard / watchdog / babysitter for Cassie. That’s something Cassie won’t tolerate and after quickly packing a bag, she’s gone with a roar of the engine and a squeal of the tires. In this case Cassie is determine to have her way – and so is Tom, the final decision may change life on the river forever.

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Meet PK Corey

I’m a small town southern writer, happily married to my best friend for thirty-two years now. We have two grown children and we’re learning to love the empty nest. Next year will see the end of a long and satisfying teaching career and I’m anxious to spend more time writing. I didn’t grow up with the desire to be a writer, but I did love to daydream. As a child, I spent most of my spare time, and quite a bit of time when I should have been doing schoolwork, either reading or making up stories. I was actual quite young when Cassie wandered into my head and began telling me her story. I’ve always been drawn to spanking stories, but I need a true love story with it. That’s how I see Cassie and Tom – a true love story with spanking thrown in.

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