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Meet Brand New Author – Meredith O’Reilly!

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I have brand new author, Meredith O’Reilly with me today. Since this is a new author showcase, we are talking real, you know, the behind the scenes stuff. 🙂

But don’t worry, we saved plenty of space for book talk. And there’s a great excerpt at the end of our interview.

So let’s jump in and talk with Meredith about her brand new Age Play story, and her feelings about being a published author.



Katherine Deane: Welcome, Meredith! How are you feeling? Have you come down from the high yet?

 Meredith O’Reilly: Thanks for having me, Katherine! I feel really happy that people are liking Little Samantha’s Choice. While writing my story and even editing it, I wasn’t thinking about whether or not people would like it. Once it got published, I began to panic being hit with fears like, ‘Oh people are going to hate this, why did I write this story and have it published?! I just wasted Stormy Night Publishers time’, and then the awesome reviews started to roll in and I calmed down. J

Yes I have come down from the high. I started school on August-18th and that takes up 90% of my time, so I no longer have much time to think about how well my book is doing, working on my next one…
Katherine Deane: It sounds like you wrote it from your heart, good for you! What made you decide to write a book, and specifically, why AP?

 Meredith O’Reilly: I always wanted to be a writer. When I was in first grade, one of my classmates complimented a story I wrote, and from then on, I wanted to be an author. I wrote Little Samantha’s Choice, though because I had stumbled upon the age play genre and was…not happy with how many non-consensual stories there were. I decided that I wanted to write a consensual age play story to show readers that being in an age play relationship doesn’t have to be horrible.

 Katherine Deane: I’m actually very drawn to the idea of consensually done AP in a relationship. My full time responsibilities don’t often afford me the opportunity to let go and “play” very often, so I can definitely see the appeal in it. So am I correct in assuming that spanking romance was the next logical step? (btw, have I ever mentioned I am a HUUUUGE spanko? 😉 )
Meredith O’Reilly: I chose spanking romance kind of on accident. So, as stated above, I wrote Little Samantha’s Choice to show readers that it wasn’t a scary type of relationship to have if that was your kink. As I writing, I realized that I was going to have to find a way for the Daddy to punish his little girl. I had read that a lot of Daddies in past books would spank their littles, plus I had already decided that if I was going to publish this book I would like to do it with Stormy Night Publications and I saw that pretty much all of their books had spanking scenes in them. So, that’s how Little Samantha’s Choice got spanking scenes in it.
Katherine Deane: I love spankings in stories. Punishment spankings are the best! Do you have a preference when reading or writing: discipline spankings, sexy spankings?

 Meredith O’Reilly: I’ll read pretty much anything. When writing, I’m the same way. I have three main W.I.Ps right now. One is another age play story. The second is a gay supernatural BDSM story, and the third one is a kidnapping supernatural ménage story.

Katherine Deane: Ok, since I am still new to the AP genre, please explain the dynamic in your story. How do you distinguish time between Daddy/little girl time and Husband/wife time?

Meredith O’Reilly: I make this distinguish as a very important thing in Little Samantha’s Choice. Jackson and Samantha have a talk after they play for the first time. Jackson says when they are playing and she’s acting as his little, he will not touch her sexually at all. Once they go back to their husband/wife relationship, then they act as a regular couple. Not all age play authors do that, which is fine. But, for me, when I imagine a Daddy/little girl relationship, the Daddy shouldn’t be touching his little girl sexually. Side note, I also make it a big deal that this relationship is completely consensual. If Samantha truly didn’t want to do something when she was acting as a little, then she wouldn’t have to.

Katherine Deane: I like the lines you have drawn. Do you have plans for a sequel?

 Meredith O’Reilly: I do have a plan for a sequel! In fact, I just finished the rough draft of it. Hopefully, I’ll be able to finish it in a couple of weeks and send it off to see if it will get published or not!

Katherine Deane: That’s fantastic! Congratulations! With as well as your first one is doing, I’m sure you will have no problem publishing your second one. 🙂

Thanks again for chatting with me today, and congratulations on your debut book!

Excerpt :

“You ready to talk about what is going on inside that head of yours, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Now, why don’t you start at the beginning? Maybe by telling me that, it will help you feel better.”

“Okay. So, I guess as you know, before you told me about your fetish, I could tell that you were hiding something from me. I knew that you were never fully happy with our marriage. I promised myself that I was going to get to the bottom of it the weekend that I came home sick. Then, I did end up finding out what you weren’t telling me when I woke up in a pair of footie pajamas and a diaper.”

“How did you feel then?” he asked, rubbing long strokes up and down my back.

“Confused. Angry. I was upset that you kept something from me for so long. On the other hand though, I was looking back at when I had been sick and obviously, I remember feeling sick, but I also felt cherished and safe. You took such good care of me. A part of me… well… a part of me… liked it.”

“And you thought that was wrong?”

“Yes. I asked you to give me some time to process everything, and you did. I was thankful for that. Then you went on that business trip and I decided to search the house because I wanted to know where you kept all of the baby items, because I had never seen them before. That’s when I found the nursery. When I found the nursery, I was speechless. I couldn’t believe that you would keep a room like that in our house and I especially could not believe that I did not know about it for so long.”

I paused, remembering that day. It felt like it had happened a million years ago, yet it really only happened a few months ago. I still remembered the shock I’d felt at finding that room. I looked up at Jackson, and he looked like he was hanging onto my every word.

“I started to go through all the items in the nursery, and when I saw the diapers, I was terrified. Then I saw the dollhouse and all of the dolls, and I remembered how my mom had thrown them out when I was a kid. So, I started to warm up to the nursery a little. Then I saw Molly, and I was sold. I had always wanted an American Girl Doll, and I finally had one. It didn’t matter to me at the time that I was too old for her… you know, it doesn’t matter to me now either. I love my Molly doll,” I said, giving her a hug.

I realized then what I said was the truth. I no longer cared that I was twenty-five and enjoyed playing with my American Girl Doll. I never got to have one as a child, and I wasn’t going to not play with her now just because society decided that I was too old to play with a doll.

“I’m glad that you love her. I knew that you would. So, getting back on track, I came home the next morning and found you.”

I chuckled. “Yes, you did. I was so scared that you were going to force me to play along with you in this lifestyle. But, you didn’t. Instead, remember, we talked out the rules and that was the first weekend that I was your little girl.”

“How did you feel about that?”

“Being your little girl for the first time?”


“Well, like I said before, a part of me liked it. It was so peaceful to let my Daddy decide what I was going to do, and I didn’t have to worry about anything. Another part of me, though, kept telling me that I was a freak for playing along with your fantasy.”

This was the hard part for me. It was one thing to have these thoughts inside my head, but it was another thing to voice them. I looked up at Jackson again, and he smiled encouragingly at me to continue.

“Then another part of me just wanted to please you. I saw that look that you got in your eyes when I called you Daddy or when I did something you liked. That made me happy, and it made me want to continue behaving as a little girl would so I could continue to see that look on your face.”

“Is that how you felt the entire time that we role played? Like you were a freak?”

“Kind of. I mean a part of me, yes, does think that you and I are freaks for role playing like this. But another part of me—the part that enjoyed being your little girl—just started to grow. I started looking forward to the weekends because I knew that it was my time to relax and it was a time that I could fulfill your every need. That made me happy, and I really like making you happy.”

I didn’t look up at Jackson this time. I didn’t know how he would react to my thinking that we were freaks for role playing.

“Sweetie, I’m glad that you liked role playing, but the whole point of doing it is so both partners can make the other happy. If you were only role playing to make me happy and at the same time you felt like a freak while role playing, it doesn’t sound like you were happy during this entire time.”

“It made me happy too! I’m just saying that I liked making you happy.”



After twenty-five-year-old Samantha Briggs leaves an initially minor sickness untreated, the illness worsens quickly and she ends up feverishly sleeping the weekend away. Her husband, Jackson, stays by her side and sees to all of her needs. But when she wakes up wearing a diaper and footie pajamas, she is furious. Jackson apologizes, but he does admit that he has always yearned to care for Samantha like a loving daddy.

 Samantha is shaken by this revelation, but after some reading and some thinking, she agrees to try being Jackson’s little girl. She soon finds herself happily immersed in a land of games, dolls, bedtime stories, and her daddy’s loving care for her every need. She isn’t sure how she feels about wearing a diaper, and she definitely doesn’t like the spankings she gets when she’s naughty, but the peaceful surrender that comes with being her daddy’s little girl makes her feel as though every stressful part of her life has been erased.

 Samantha and Jackson fall into a routine: she is an adult on the weekdays, and a little girl—and sometimes a baby—on the weekends. But when she slips up and embarrasses herself by behaving childishly during a stressful morning at work, she reconsiders their new relationship. Will she give up the lifestyle she’s grown to love so much, or can she come to accept that there is nothing wrong with choosing to be her daddy’s little girl?

 Publisher’s Note: Little Samantha’s Choice is an erotic novel that contains spankings, age play, anal play, elements of BDSM, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Saturday Spanks – May I touch you, Claire? Coach’s Discipline

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Welcome back for another week of spankings!

This week’s snippet comes from my brand new book, The Coach’s Discipline.

In this scene, Claire and Nick are discussing Claire’s level of fitness after she struggled through her first run. 🙂


“Come here, please.” He gave her a look that gave her no option but to obey. She tentatively strode a few steps to stand in front of him. Her eyes went wide, and she crossed her arms over her chest as if she were cocooning herself into safety.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He said with a slow quiet voice, as one would use with a scared animal. He held his palms up in a non-aggressive stance. “May I touch you, Claire?”


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Marathon runner Claire Jacobs has always dreamed of making it to the Olympics, but she has a habit of getting in her own way. With the help of Nick Fox, a legendary coach known for his unconventional techniques, she prepares for one last shot at her dream. Traumatic memories of her experience with her last coach still haunt Claire, though, and in spite of his reputation she finds it hard to trust Nick’s authority.

The more time he spends with Claire, the more Nick finds himself enchanted by her drive and deep commitment to her fellow runners. But when her self-destructive behavior crosses the line, Nick realizes he has only one option to help the woman he has come to care about so much—he will need to give her the first spanking of her life and make sure it is one she will not forget.

Despite his firm discipline, Claire quickly comes to crave Nick’s dominance and direction, and soon he has grown to be much more than just her coach. But when jealousy and misunderstandings threaten to tear the team apart, will she run away as she always has in the past, or can she trust in her newfound love and race toward her goals with an open heart?

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


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Amazon.com- http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LQ6DYPA/ref=rdr_kindle_ext_tmb

Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Coachs-Discipline-Katherine-Deane-ebook/dp/B00LQ6DYPA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1405262201&sr=8-1&keywords=coach%27s+discipline+katherine

Barnes and Noble – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-coachs-discipline-katherine-deane/1119945552?ean=2940149793037

Blushing Books – http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=2912


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Spanking A-Z Blog Challenge, S: Claire Overhears a Spanking

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Welcome to today’s “S” session of Spanking A-Z. I have a very special WIP to share.

It’s the story I started over a year and a half ago. And I am happy to say, I have finally finished it! I’ll talk more about the personal side of this journey in another post. 🙂

But today, I’m introducing Claire, the MC from my running, spanking, romance story.

Claire isn’t ready to admit it yet, but the sounds of a good old fashioned spanking, might just arouse her a bit. 😉

In this scene, Claire has just returned to her apartment.



She walked further into the apartment and noticed Tom’s car keys on the table. She heard Jenny’s giggles from her bedroom. Someone’s having a good time, she smiled.

She passed the room on her way to the bathroom, and stopped when she heard it. That noise. The unmistakable sound of flesh striking flesh in a rhythmic pattern. Smack, smack, smack, smack, like a metronome. Oh God.

She sagged against the wall trying not to listen while not moving or breathing. Tom was spanking Jenny, and from Jenny’s moans, she was thoroughly enjoying it.

Stop spying. This is wrong. And that… A flutter of spanks preceded more of Jenny’s squeals. Her whole body heated. No, that was plain kinky. Wrong for her. Right?

So why was she still standing there with bated breath, anticipating the next smack, her panties drenched, and her breathing more rapid than after doing a track workout?


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Spanking A-Z Challenge, F: The Forbidden F Word

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Welcome to the next installment of the Spanking A – Z Blog Challenge.

Today’s letter is “F”. Warning, I am talking about a 4 letter word today.


The F word


This 4 letter word is one that I really despise.

I find it crass and dirty.

Lots of different people use it though.

Much to my chagrin, when in front of my young children – the neighbor boys.

The men who sometimes play basketball with my husband.

Military environment definitely called up a lot of “F words”.

It’s everywhere!

But one place I feel it most definitely does not belong, is in romance books.


Picture this:


A husband and wife during an intimate session.

He has warmed her up thoroughly with a wonderful, long, hard spanking on her bare bottom.

He plays with her peaked nipples; pinching, licking, sucking.

He then claims her hard and fast, pumping aggressively into her as she moans in delight.


Taking her to the edge of the bed, as he stands next to it; he flings her legs over his shoulders, going even deeper into her hot, wetness.

She looks into his eyes as she breathlessly murmurs her approval.

“Oh God, Oh my God, Yes! Yes!”

She presses her bottom toward him, and clenches the mattress.

With every bit of passion and energy that has consumed her, she releases the dreadful F word.

(just click “open”)


The mortification on her face is evident.

“Sorry honey,” she sputters, and tries to keep the momentum going.

She releases another F%$&, and groans in embarrassment.



I love realism in the fiction I read; but too much reality can really be a buzzkill.


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The F word that should never be used in Romance


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Spanking A-Z Challenge D: A Fun Scene About Discipline

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Welcome back for another installment of the Spanking A-Z Challenge. Today’s letter is “D”, which stands for:


LOL, I thought I would go light and fun today. So here is a quick scene about a young woman, in the care of two guardians. The “Aunties” have just been tasked with the challenge of disciplining the 18 year old, Rose. But Rose is as sharp in mind as she is in beauty.


Rose’s Discipline

“Surely you jest,” the young woman scoffed, “You have never administered discipline the entire time I have been here.”

“I’m sorry, my dear, but we were ordered by your father.” Flushed her favorite Aunt, Merry.

“Of course I understand, and will obey your wishes, Aunty,” Rose smiled and curtsied, hiding a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “I’m confident that you will chastise me to the best of your, ahem,” she cleared her throat, “unpracticed abilities.”

The two Aunts stared at each other wringing their hands, as their young ward left the room.

“Now what are we supposed to do?” whined Merry, the younger of the two sisters. “We have never raised a hand to that young woman. I, I don’t know how to deliver a chastisement.”

Flor, the older, wiser, and much firmer of the two, declared, “We will just have to practice first. Bend over and lift your skirts,” she commanded.

Merry squeaked, “Why me? You have the bigger backside!”

“I’m stronger, and less clumsy.” Flora pushed Merry over the back of the sofa, and delivered five stinging swats to Merry’s still covered backside.

“Ouch, you big bully, that hurts!” cried Merry.

“Of course it hurts, it is supposed to hurt,” replied Flora. “Alright fine, if you think you can do better…” She pulled up her skirts and shoved her bare bottom toward her sister. “Go right ahead.”

They took turns practicing for the next hour.



“Oh my goodness!”

The sounds of spanks and cries echoed throughout the small house.

When they had finally exhausted themselves, they collapsed onto the hardback chairs, only to jump up again quickly, rubbing their posteriors.

“Maybe we should wait on her chastisement, until we are feeling more… comfortable,” Merry suggested.

Flora nodded, rubbing her very sore bottom. “A very good idea. Tea?”

Grinning, Rose sat just out of sight, at the top of the stairs.



Cover Reveal – Daddy’s Game by Normandie Alleman


Normandie Alleman is here today to share with us her brand new story “Daddy’s Game”.  I am very excited about this one, after reading the three different excerpts she gave me to choose from. Since Natasha Knight chose a very kinky BDSM scene to share (follow this link to see it!), I am going to go with the one that gives a bit of depth into the story. (I really couldn’t go wrong. They are all good. 🙂 )


Just then she heard a knock at the door, and her emotions did a tap dance in her abdomen. Her hands fluttered with excitement as she moved to let him in.

“Hey, babygirl,” Natron said leaning casually in the door frame, his smile lighting up the already sunny loft.

The flirty name caught her off guard and she could feel her face strain with how hard she was smiling. So much for playing it cool.

“Hey,” she said, ushering him in.

Natron strutted through the door and looked around. “Man, this place is fly.”

“Thanks,” Carmen said, pulling two bottles from the refrigerator and handing him one. Not exactly the luxury digs he was accustomed to but it was perfect for her.

She noticed him searching for a chair. “Sorry, I don’t entertain very often.” She motioned to the bar stools at the kitchenette and made a note to create a small seating area downstairs with some of the money she would earn from this commission.

He straddled the stool and took a slug of water. “So tell me, how’s this thing gonna go down?”

“Well, I was considering painting you from behind. I think that would make a statement.”

The corners of his mouth curled up. “Oh, so you think I have a fine ass is what you’re sayin’.”

She slapped at his arm playfully. “Natron! I’m thinking artistically here.”

“I know. That’s what I’m sayin’.”

Trying to hide her smile, she said, “Okay. We’ll do it from the front. Just like everybody else.”

He touched her chin and winked. “I’m just playin’, babygirl. We’ll do whatever you want. You’re the artist.”

“I know, but you’re paying me so it’s important that you like it.”

“I gotcha,” he nodded and pulled his shirt over his head.

She couldn’t help but stare at the chiseled muscles underneath. His skin was as smooth and dark as the finest chocolate. Unconsciously, she licked her lips then took a sip of water.

“So…just the shorts?” She gulped. “You gonna leave on the shorts?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’m not gonna strip naked on you,” he laughed. “At least not right now.”

She giggled. “Do you want to be holding a football or is that too…obvious? It’s up to you.”

“I think I need the ball. Without it, I’m just a guy.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

He tried a few different poses, most of them giving her a prime view of his well-defined muscles. The way his back rippled with sinewy strength made her knees wobble. She didn’t know a person could have so many different back muscles, the way the hard bumps contrasted with his silky dark chocolate skin made her pussy cream.

She walked around him, snapping pictures with her phone. “I’ll use these for reference. That way you won’t have to stay in the same position for hours and hours at a time.”

He lifted a brow lazily, “Girl, you tryin’ to get rid of me?”

She shook her head. “Of course not.” The man was like a sunshiney day, being around him lifted her spirits.

Finally he lighted on the stairs, legs apart he leaned over clutching the ball powerfully between his hands.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed.


“That’s the pose right there. Don’t move.”

He stayed put as she circled him taking pictures from every conceivable angle. After she’d determined that she’d gotten the shots she wanted, she moved to her sketch pad. “Next I’m going to make some gesture drawings. Be sure this is the pose we want. Try to act natural and tell me about one of your favorite plays. Feel free to walk around, use your arms. Use your body to tell me the story.”

“Oh, I like that. You’re good,” he said waggling a finger at her.   


Daddy’s Game, Book Two in the Daddy’s Girl Series

Football and kink collide when the game’s biggest star tries to convince a beautiful artist to play Daddy’s Game.

Unofficial Blurb

Sparks fly when up-and-coming artist Carmen Harris meets football star Natron Dakers at her first gallery opening. As they grow closer he introduces her to his particular brand of kink – he wants to be her Daddy Dom and make her his little girl submissive. She agrees, and they explore their passion through a variety of sexual games.

Dallas Vipers’ wide receiver Natron Dakers is on top of the world. At the top of his profession, he has money, fame, and all the perks that go with it. Finally having found the perfect partner in his curvy little girl Carmen, his life feels complete. Until one day, in a split second, everything comes crashing down and it looks like he will lose it all. Will Natron self-destruct or will he dig deep and fight to win the ultimate game of love?


Daddy’s Game will be released later this month. Stay tuned, and follow Normandie here to get the announcement when it comes out:

Twitter at https://twitter.com/NormandieA

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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Normandie-Alleman/e/B00BNUDVFW

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Her website: www.normandiealleman.com

In the meantime, have you read the first book in the series Daddy Morebucks?

Daddy Morebucks

From the moment she laid eyes upon him, Marley knew in her heart that James was not just another client, and the difference wasn’t even the large sum of money he offered in return for a single night of submission. No, what set him apart was the fact that when she called James “daddy”, it was her own heart which beat faster and her own body which ached with need. After that night, Marley does her best to put all thought of him behind her, using the huge payday he provided to get on her feet again and start over… until James knocks on her door and walks right back into her life. He makes her a simple offer: if she will live with him and submit to him whenever he wishes, he will provide for her every desire. Even before she accepts his offer, though, Marley knows what she truly wants is not money or clothing or even a fancy new car. What she longs for is a daddy who will give his little girl what she really needs… a daddy who will spank her bare bottom when she is naughty, tie her up and take her any way he pleases, and then cuddle her until she falls asleep in his arms. Can she dare to hope that James will be that daddy?

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Dungeon Crawl – Winter Storm – Claimed by the wolf

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Today’s excerpt comes from “The Winter Storm: An Ever After Chronicle“, the brand new book written by Casey McKay, Renee Rose and me!

This scene takes place in Jillian’s bedroom, where she is being punished by Bertram. Unfortunately, Bertram finds that he is being punished also, and his wolf side is demanding  something more. Here’s what happens next.


He had meant for this to be a punishment, but there was no way he could hold off any longer. The sight of her bare bottom contracting around the ginger, her legs slick with her juices, and the way she had rubbed her swollen pussy against the bed—he needed to be inside her. Now.

He stroked her soft skin and spanked one side, then the other, watching the pink build in her beautiful ass as she rocked back and forth. She kicked her legs and groaned, and he saw her beautiful pussy weeping, begging for release. He leaned forward and took a deep breath, imbibing the scent of her arousal. He flicked her swollen nub, and she cried out in ecstasy.

He threw her onto her back and watched her eyes dilate as he grabbed her wrists in his hands, pressing them into the mattress above her head. She shivered and swallowed hard, and the scent of her arousal increased.

“I want you, Jillian,” he growled.

“I—I want you too,” she stuttered in a combined state of arousal and something else. Fear?

“If I take you now, it’s going to be rough, hard. I need to mate with you, claim you as my own.” He paused to gauge her reaction, but her gaze never wavered.

She raised her head and looked him square in the eyes. “I’m yours to claim.”

“Forever? ‘Til death do us part?”

“How about happily ever after?” she beamed, and her eyes shone with love.

He growled and nuzzled her cheek. “Thank you. This part is going to satisfy my animal urges. I’m going to mark you and claim you as my own.”

“I understand,” she nodded.

“I promise, I won’t harm you.” He smelled her fear.

“Claim me, Wolfe,” she breathed as she pressed her groin up into his.


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?


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Sat Spanks- Ever Afters- Caught in the Dungeon

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Welcome to Saturday Spankings!

This WIP, is titled “The Ever Afters” Series: The Winter Storm.”

This developed from my Winter Spanks story. (You can see it here.)

The brilliant Renee Rose, and the hilarious Casey McKay got their heads together, and we teamed up to do something really cool.

Interwoven stories!

We combined fantasy and fairy tale characters with paranormal and contemporary; we merged our stories, and even shared characters in  a few big scenes.  There are tons of spankings, lots of sex, and of course, “Happily Ever After”s. 🙂


This scene takes place in the dungeon of the fetish Lodge.  Jillian and her sweet friend attempted to play without escort, and are now dealing with a very angry Dom.



“Um, did I do something wrong?” she asked while nervously looking from Bertram to Cindy.

He ran his hands through his hair, agitated, and turned his angry glare onto Cindy. “Cindy knows the dungeon is not for beginners, and  knows she needs a chaperone when playing.”

Jillian felt herself whither when he turned his darkened eyes toward her.

 “Neither one of you should ever be down here unescorted. Do you understand me, ladies?” he growled as he  strode forward and took both their chins in his palms.

“Yes, Sir,” they both squeaked simultaneously.

“Turn around and grab the bench.”



Welcome to New Kristiandom, a world filled with fantasy and paranormal. A world where old fashioned meets contemporary, where fairy tales and real life collide. Where truth is sometimes stranger than fiction.  Where romance and fetish are the norm and everyone gets a “Happily ever After”.

This is the first story of the characters who shape this world. These are the ‘Ever Afters’.


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Promo- Journey’s Valentine, by Patricia Green


This is a fun, quick addition to the Journey series that I devoured in one sitting!

Not just because it was so short.  But rather because it was so fast paced!

It had an awesome plot that built upon the new relationship of Deuce and Pilar, and their struggles from being from two totally different “worlds”.  It also had some great action, and of course hot spankings and sex!

Ok, I have to be honest. I had a tough time choosing which excerpt to use for this post.

The one that I finally decided to use is a nice, sexy, rated R excerpt that gives an indicator of just how hot this story is!

But my other favorite excerpt is one that is more meaningful. It has stuck with me over the past 10 months since I read it.  It is also the scene that made me fall in love with Leo Journey as a father figure. (I have had several “No Daddy!” day dreams including the Journey patriarch 🙂

If we get enough replies, I might be able to coax Patricia into letting me share it as well! 🙂



Pilar was tired, so Deuce wasn’t going to press her to make love, though he wanted to claim his territory. Especially in the face of this new development. He truly didn’t like the idea of her traveling all over and being away from him for so much of the time. He’d miss her in a big way. Pilar had become such a focal point in his life. She was his mate in every way he’d ever imagined a woman could be.

Snuggling up next to him, she put a hand on his bare chest, sliding it down his abdomen after a moment. The tips of her fingers teased his cock through his pajama bottoms and she practically purred against his shoulder. He put his hand over hers. “I thought you were tired, sugar.”

“Not that tired.”

He pulled her hand down to his rapidly hardening dick and gave it a squeeze. Pilar didn’t need any further encouragement. She kneaded his flesh for a moment, then pushed her hand down into his pajama bottoms and grasped him firmly. She rose up on her side and began to kiss his chest, pausing to suck on one of his hard nipples for a moment.


“You like that, spank-man?”

“You know I do, sugar.”

“Then I’ll do it again.”

“I reckon that would suit me fine.”

“I love it when you talk Texan to me.”

“Well, ma’am, it is purely my pleasure,” he said, putting on his deepest drawl.

Her lips traveled down his torso and Deuce drank up the attention like fine wine.



Deuce Journey and his wife Pilar are faced with some tough decisions. Pilar has been offered a new, demanding job with lots of travel, and yet she wants to start a family with Deuce. She’s torn and irritable for weeks over the difficult decision.

Deuce is patient with the wife he loves with all his heart, but even his patience is worn thin when she has an out-and-out tantrum during a family crisis.

It looks like Valentine’s Day is going to be a miserable experience. Can a little Valentine’s candy heart be the answer to their prayers?


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Winter Spanks Blog Hop – A Spanking Fairy Tale



Brought to you by Spanking Romance Reviews & The Saturday Spankings Blog!

Thank you for joining us for Winter Spanks! Let’s warm up with some hot bottoms & cool prizes! Read on for a chance to win:

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Follow the links to read the blogs–comment on the blog to prove you were there (or answer the participant’s specific question, if they have one). COPY AND PASTE COMMENTS WILL BE DISQUALIFIED! Each comment earns you one entry for the grand prize. You must provide your email address for your entry to count. Individual pages may also have their own form of entry (Rafflecopter, etc) for additional chances to win prizes. Enjoy all the free stories, posts, & fun!


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I hope you enjoy the story!

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He heard the screams, and spurred his horse to go faster.  He rounded the final snow bend and saw the five wolves circling closer to their prey. A woman stood defiantly, trying to protect the prone form on the ground from the advancing wolves. Her emerald eyes shone with fear as she struggled to maneuver the heavy sword.  He jumped off his horse and ran toward them, forcing himself to remain calm.

The wolves saw him, and turned their backs to the scared, angry young woman, baring their sharp teeth as he advanced.

“Go!” He commanded. “This is no meal for you.”

The pack leader growled and crept forward.

He tensed, flashing his golden amber eyes at the leader, and growled.

This was a fight he intended to win.

The leader stopped his movement and cocked his head, sniffing the air.  He must have realized his foe was more dangerous than he looked. He barked at the remaining pack, and with one final snarl, charged into the woods in search of other, easier prey.

The young woman watched him cautiously, her green eyes widening as he strode toward them.

“Don’t come any closer!” She held the sword higher, trying not to falter under its weight.

He tried not to laugh. “Do you even know how to use that thing? It weighs more than you do.”

“Pointy end goes in the heart! Now go away!” she used both her hands to point at his advancing chest.

He looked down at the young man, lying in a crumpled heap in the bank of snow, his pack next to him.  A pool of blood stained the white snow around his head.

“He needs help. If he stays out here, he will die from hypothermia or head injury, whichever comes first.”

He knelt down, and assessed the young man’s injuries.  No broken bones. He carefully picked up his head and wrapped his scarf around the injury.

“How’d your husband get hurt?”

“Um, my brother, not husband. He kinda accidentally fell down the hill.” She faltered and dropped the sword.

“Kinda. Accidentally?” he raised an eyebrow and met her gaze fully.

The petite, pixie like brunette, flushed. “I, um gave him a little shove, and he fell.”

He nodded. Siblings.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him.  It was an accident,” she rushed.

He held his finger up, silencing her with a stern look.  “We don’t have time for explanations.  He needs medical attention.  We need to get him back to my place, and fix him up.” He stood up and called his horse to him.

She leapt for the sword and swung it at him, her green eyes sparkling defiantly. “We are not going anywhere with you! I don’t trust you not to try to steal all our belongings and kill us.”

He rolled his eyes. They didn’t have time for this. And this little pip squeak of a woman was getting on his nerves.

“The next town is over 20 miles away, and there is a huge storm blowing in.” He looked at the quickly darkening sky.  My place is only a few miles down the road. Besides, if I wanted you dead, I would have left you for the wolves.”

“Well maybe you want to have your way with me.” She frowned.

“Not likely.” He scoffed. “I like my women with a bit more curves.

She flushed and let out an indignant squeak.

He turned his back to her, and started to remove the saddle from his horse.  He would put the little minx’s brother on the horse, strap him down, and try to keep him from falling off.

He picked the young man up in his arms, and strode toward the horse.

“I have a better idea.” The young woman pressed the sword against his back.

He stilled.

She poked it a few times gently onto his back without breaking any skin.

“I am going to take your horse, and head to the town. It’s only a few miles for you. You can walk home.”

“Listen you little ungrateful brat,” he turned and glared at her.  “I am trying to help you. You will not be able to make it to the town before the storm hits.  Besides the fact, that this is MY horse.  You don’t take things that don’t belong to you.”

“Too bad! Now, stop your fussing, and put my brother on the horse.” she glared up at him defiantly.

“Little girl, you better put that damn sword down before you find yourself upended over my knee.”

He sensed her movement before she swiped the sword across his arm. He saw two drops of blood form through the cut in his shirt.

He knelt and placed the injured man on top of his coat, then set the pack on the ground.

“You’re going to regret that.” He growled and watched her eyes widen in fear, as he snatched the sword away from her easily, and pulled her to him.

“Don’t hurt me!” she shrieked.

He sat down on the pack, and yanked her over his lap.

“Oh there won’t be any permanent damage, but this is going to hurt. You’re going to get a damn good spanking. That’s how we deal with little girls who act too big for their britches where I come from,” he growled.

Before she had a chance to reply, he lit into her backside.

“Ow, ouch! Stop!” she flailed her arms and legs.

He gave her one hard swat, “Stop the drama. You can barely feel my hand through all these layers.”

He pulled up her dress and her petticoat, and inspected her panty covered bottom, barely pink from his quick warm up.  He would change that quickly.

“You can’t do this! I might get hypothermia!” she squealed and placed her hands across her bottom.

He chuckled and held her hands to her back, “Well then, we’ll just have to get you warmed up won’t we?”

He brought his hand down on the back of her panties again and again as she hollered and cursed.

“You are a big bully and a son of a bitch!”

He placed his hand against her warm bottom. “What. Did. You Say. About my mother?”

She tried to scramble away from him. “I’m sorry. I lost my temper. I didn’t mean… oof!”

He tipped her over farther, and yanked her panties down.

He brought his palm crashing down onto her bare bottom.

“Yeow!” she shrieked.

He made sure to leave no portion of her bottom untouched over the next two minutes.  When he had finished, she lay sobbing in a heap over his lap, all the fight had gone out of her, and her bottom was scorched and red.  He could feel the heat rising from her backside.

The first snow flake reminded him of their location.

Crap! He pulled her to her feet and yanked her panties up, and skirt down.

She whimpered at his rough treatment, but he made no move to apologize. The storm was moving in fast.

“We have to get back to my place before this blizzard hits.” He growled. “Even I have a tough time tracking in this weather.

She nodded her head, and bit her lip, and moved to grab the packs.

“Hey, wait.” He took her stiff form into his arms. “I forgive you. It’s over ok?”

He felt her melt into his arms and cry, and was torn between the desire to comfort her, and the more pressing need to get them all to safety.

He kissed her forehead, patted her bottom, and gave her a gentle shove towards the packs.

“You get the gear. I’ll get your brother.”

They got moving quickly, just as the flurries started.


Jillian couldn’t believe that big…animal had spanked her!  No, she sighed, she deserved it. He had saved Jake and her from wolves, and had even offered to take them back to his place to give him medical attention.

Cutting him and threatening him was definitely not the right way to thank him. She would make it up to him, somehow.

She looked at the large, brooding man, whose face was furrowed in thought.  Was he angry about something? Or was her brother getting heavy? They had realized pretty quickly, that the unconscious man was not going to stay on the horse, so Mr. Wolfe, Bertram decided to carry him. Her bottom ached as she bounced on top of the horse.

“How much further?” she whined, regretting it when he gave her that look.

“Not much further, but it will take longer, if we have to stop and warm up your bottom again.” He raised his eyebrow.

She couldn’t stop the heat that crept to her cheeks. The memory of being over his lap was doing weird things to her tummy.

“So Bertram, what do you do for a living?”

“I own a specialty shop and lodge. You’ll find it interesting, I’m sure.”

He must have misread her surprise as fear, “You and your brother will be safe, I assure you.”

“I wasn’t worried about that.” She scoffed and looked nervously at his large hands. They might be safe, but would her bottom?

“Sure,” he grunted, and shifted Jake in his arms. “So, where were you two heading before your unfortunate, ahem, accident?”

“We were going to that big town to meet the matchmaker.” She looked at the ground and mumbled. “Neither of us has had much luck finding mates in our village, so a friend suggested the matchmaker.

“Interesting,” he nodded. “Why?”

“Why what?” she asked, confused.

“Why do you have problems finding suitable mates? You’re a decent-looking woman.”

She rolled her eyes at him and grumbled, “Thanks. Honestly, Jake sais I’m too, um temperamental.”

“High maintenance? Feisty? In need of a good long spanking, often?” He grinned at her shocked gasp.

Bertram chuckled at her, “I can see that. But you just need to find the right man. Seems to me, you need a man as strong willed as you are.”

She shrugged her shoulders, feeling very uncomfortable with the subject.

“So what about you? Wife, kids?”

His face turned stony, then softened again. “Wife left a few years ago for Tom, Dick, and Harry in another town.”

“All three?” she gasped.

“Yep,” he smirked. “But I took the settlement earnings to build my place, and am living happily with my…” he paused, “daughter. We get a lot of visitors, so we don’t get lonely.”

He slowed his walk, and met her gaze kindly. “I know you feel badly about your brother. Don’t worry, we’ll get him fixed up.”

The tears filled her eyes, and she nodded in thanks.

“All right. It’s just around the bend. You are both welcome to stay as long as you like, as long as you obey the rules.”

She was about to ask him what rules he meant, when they turned the corner, and the lodge came into view. Mansion was more like it. It was huge! Bigger than five houses put together! It was beautiful and brightly lit with torches and lights.

The huge sign announced,

*Winter Spanks Fetish Shop and Play Lodge*

Come in, get warm.

Stay and Play.

She suddenly felt very warm as he stopped in front of the doors and called out for assistance. They were surrounded by help. A pair of strong hands lifted her from the horse, and she looked into the dark eyes of her rescuer. Bertram instructed the medics to take care of Jake as he led her by the hand into the front shop area.

Paddles, floggers, canes, and whips hung on walls. Every square inch was adorned with spanking paraphernalia. But her eyes were drawn to the beautiful pictures of the women, with glowing red bare bottoms. Some crying, some laughing.  She felt so drawn to them.

“Daddy!” She turned to see a cute red haired young lady, about her age, fling herself into Bertram’s arms.

They hugged for a moment before he scolded her about something, swatted her on the backside, and sent her on an errand.

The feisty red head scowled at her before flouncing out the door.

Jillian met Bertram’s eyes, and moved to his place by the counter.

She looked up at the sign above his head. “B.B. Wolfe. Co-owner, Operator”

“So. What do you think?” he grinned and gave her a toothy smile.

“It’s interesting.” She shrugged noncommittally.

“Well, I’m glad you find it interesting.” He placed his hands behind his head. “You’re going to be here awhile.” He looked outside at the growing storm. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you try out some of the implements.” He winked.

She bit her lip and sucked in a breath, the excitement growing in her. He had read her so well. She looked around wide eyed at all the different implements, her bottom clenching involuntarily.

“And what if I’m not a good girl,” she whispered and licked her lips.

His huge guffawing laugh shook the rafters.

“Little girl, you are going to get a lot of spankings while you are here. The choice is yours, about what kind you get.”

He took her hand and led her to the inner door of the lodge.

“Let’s go check on your brother. Then we’ll get you settled in. Then…” his smile broadened, “you’ll get your first spanking as a guest.”

“Welcome to Winter Spanks.”



Thanks for stopping by!

In keeping with the theme of this story, what fairy tale character would you most like to see spanked? and by whom?

Happy Spankings, ya’all!!


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