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Making Vanilla Sex Kinky

The very naughty, Renee Rose, has tied me up, gagged me, and taken over my blog. Now if she’ll just send me one of her Dom’s, I’ll be good to go! 😉 Here she is:


Making Vanilla Sex Kinky

By Renee Rose

I had a client tell me once she might need to read one of my books to figure out what turns her on. Because she didn’t know. The woman is sixty-five! It was odd for me to hear, since I’ve known since preschool that I was wired to get off on spanking and submission. But I think her case is probably more common than mine. I remember right after Fifty Shades came out, a great number of spanking bloggers appeared who had never before considered spanking, never knew it wound their crank until they’d been exposed to it through the kink book that went mainstream.

I’ve had a lot of friends who have a hard time orgasming during penetration. I’ve never had that problem, but I do sympathize. Even though I knew I was into spanking, it took me a while to realize that it was my sure thing for getting off. Now that I know it’s my on button, if vanilla sex isn’t working for me, all I have to do is pretend it’s being forced, or that I’ve just been thoroughly punished, and then I’m hot to trot.

In Mob Mistress, when they make an arrangement for Lexi to be at his beck and call, Bobby promises she’ll always get off when they’re together.

“What do you think, Lexi? Are you interested in that sort of arrangement?” he asked.

“Well, in theory, yes, but only if I really liked the guy.”

“So it’s about the sex.”

“I didn’t say sex —”

“You meant sex,” he said with a wicked grin. “How about this? I’ll offer you a personal guarantee you’ll get off every single time.”

She laughed, a throaty, sensual sound that went straight to his cock. “Oh really? I guess you don’t lack in confidence, do you?”

“Nope,” he said, deliberately holding her eyes. The room had shrunk so it contained only the two of them, her azure gaze searching him, pupils dilated, breath short.

“What if I’m one of those girls who never orgasms with a partner?”

He raked a glance down her body again, wondering how anyone that fine could have trouble getting off. “I’d figure out how to unlock your secrets.”

Since Lexi has had trouble coming to orgasm in the past, she’s dubious, but she gives him a chance. As it turns out, she discovers she likes a dominant lover and rough sex. Here’s a scene where Bobby proves she can get off in the missionary position…

Lexi lay back, making encouraging noises, but not really getting anywhere.

“Do you ever come when someone licks your pussy, Lexi?”

She shook her head. “No…I mean, it’s great! It feels good, but…”

He remembered their first night, at Plush, when she seemed doubtful he could get her off. He crawled over her. “How about missionary style? Do you ever orgasm in that position?”

Again she shook her head, then shrugged. “I never have, but maybe with you.”

He grinned, honored by her confidence in his abilities. “All right, I’ll take that challenge.”

He crawled off the bed and opened a dresser drawer, pulling out one of her bras.

“What are you doing?” she giggled.

He slid the arm loop of her bra over one of the posts of the bed, then grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, knotting the bra around them.

“Ooh,” she squealed. “I’m not sure it counts as missionary if my hands are bound.”

Hoisting her legs into the air, he held her ankles with one hand and gave her ass a hard slap.

“Ack!” she cried in surprise, squirming against the grip.

“Who is in charge?”

“You are! You are!”

He lowered her hips, running his thumb along her glossy slit. “Good girl. I make the rules here. You lie back and take it. And right now, you’re going to take it in missionary position.”

She bucked even more at his fondling and his words, her hips bobbing under his thumb.

He eased her feet back to the bed. “Now, open your knees, girl.”

She stood her feet on the bed, knees bent and feet wide apart, arching her pelvis in his direction.

“Oh, now you’re begging for it, aren’t you?” he asked, slapping her pussy.

She shrieked, but didn’t close her legs, just panted, watching him with excitement.

“You’re going to want to come the second my cock penetrates that pretty little pussy of yours, but you can’t. Not until I say you can.” He slapped her pussy again. “Understand, little girl?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Good girl.” He insinuated himself between her knees and shoved into her, deep enough to make her grunt. “That’s right,” he murmured, sliding out and repeating the aggressive plunge. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you will always remember who owns you.”

She moaned, arching up, her eyelashes fluttering.

As he continued to plumb her depths, he bent his head to one nipple, teasing it with his tongue, then nipping it with his teeth. He pushed back and slapped her breast, making her give a little scream, her pussy gushing, her hips gyrating in a frantic rhythm beneath him.

Using one hand to press her bound wrists down into the bed, he gave her face a gentle slap — not enough to even sting, more symbolic than anything.

She gasped, lifting her legs in the air and pushing up at him with her pelvis. He stayed with that rhythm, letting her rock her clit against him on each in-stroke until her cries became desperate.

“Do you want to come now, Lexi?” he asked, slapping her breast again. “Do you?”

“Yesssss. God, yes!” she cried.

He gripped her shoulders, bracing her as he slammed inside her over and over again until his own orgasm crested. “Now, Lexi!” he shouted when he reached climax.

She went wild beneath him, wriggling against him, coming with a screech and a shudder.

“I think,” he mused, freeing her wrists as she recovered beneath him, “You just need it rough.”

“I think I just need you,” she said.

His heart lurched.

She blushed, as if realizing she’d shown him all her cards.

He wanted to tell her he needed her too, but revealing his hand weakened his position. He settled for expressing the depth of his emotion for her with the most tender kiss.

Mob Mistress blurb

When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.

Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man.

Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package — a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.

Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?

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Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink, namely: spanking. She also writes BDSM under the name Darling Adams.

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Interrogated, Spanked, and a Murder Investigation


Hey friends,

I have Mark S.R. Sterling here to share a bit from his brand new book. This one sounds hot! A murder investigation, a fetish dating service, hard spankings, and hot sex.  Mmmm, check out his excerpt. 🙂 (I LOOOOOVE the cover, by the way! 😉 )


Returning to the living room Carl turns the TV volume down and spins the channel to the all-news station. Then he fixes himself a scotch on the rocks. “Nikki, do you want anything?” he asks. Clearly, his case must not be solved. His tone tells me that he is still troubled with his inability to solve whatever murder he is currently working on.

“No thank you,” I say and assume my position on the couch; I lay my head on his thigh. He strokes my hair and then rests his hand on my shoulder. My hand drifts toward the bulge formed by his penis; I cup his manhood through his trousers.

After a few sips from his drink, he asks, “Have you ever heard of something called the Fantasy Connection?”

I gasp and then morph it into a cough. “Excuse me,” I say and then, “Yes, I have. Why do you ask?” What in the world can this mean? Does he know that I am largely responsible for building it?

In typical cop fashion he doesn’t answer my question, but continues, “What do you know of it?” Is he interrogating me?

“I’ve seen their ads in the entertainment handbills. It has something to do with dating…I think.”

“Do you know anyone who has used the service?”

Oh shit.

“No, I don’t think so.” I carefully tread the truth. What can this mean? I carefully work to keep my breathing even and relaxed.

“It’s just that a couple of their clients have been murdered. It seems that someone is using a stolen identity to meet and date women. When he gets them alone he kills them.”

Snapping erect I exclaim, “Oh my God…oh my…what! Two you say?” What has Lenny gotten me into! This is why he wanted me to scour the database for possible fake identities.

Carl is keenly observing my overreaction. However, he calmly continues, “We think he has killed at least three women, but only two of them were clients of the dating service. It’s a fetish service. That is, they arrange dates for people with sexual fetishes. I thought you might have heard of it.”

Calming myself I say, “Well, I have heard of it. But…,” I stop before I begin to lie.

“Nikki,” he begins to speak with a deliberate slow cadence, “the guy has a spanking fetish. The most recent victim was Becky, Eddie’s old partner at the club.”


“The owners of the service appear to be cooperating, but I can’t help but think that it’s a front for something. I have a gut feeling that something about the operation is illegal and they are still hiding something from us. Ester and I have been resisting taking this to the Captain to initiate a serial killer task force. The service owners hinted that they would not be cooperative with a full investigation of their business, but as we have no evidence linking any suspects to any of the murders we are out of options. Regrettably, I’ve allowed them to manipulate me…into making wrong decisions. However, that ends now. Next week I’ll start the task force. We’ll get the warrants and drop onto these guys like a ton of bricks tomorrow or first thing Tuesday.”

“How can I help?”

Did Lenny tell him about me?

“I don’t know. I was just hoping that you might think of some clue for me,” he flatly states.

Is he telling me all this as a warning? By now he must know that Lenny runs the Fantasy Connection. Why is he being so coy?

I lay my head back onto Carl’s thigh. Does Lenny think that I have ratted him out to Carl? What am I into? I never told Carl about my past relationship with Lenny and Lenny should know nothing about Carl, but if they have talked – OH GOD! Why doesn’t Carl point blank ask me what I know about Lenny?

Carl pulls me across his lap and lightly begins spanking me, swatting through the fabric of my nightgown. Is this sexy foreplay, or the beginning of a discipline spanking – or a real HARD punishment?


disciplined date


Nikki is torn between two powerful men who seek to control her life.

Mobster Lenny Fusco wants to go straight. Using his knowledge of her past, Lenny coerces Nikki into helping him develop a fetish dating website. This legitimate business matches couples together based on their sexual fetish compatibility. However, a serial killer has found this fertile ground to hunt spanko victims. When his clients start getting murdered and the police are helpless to solve the case, Lenny wants to take matters into his own hands.

Homicide detective Carl Howard knows that the investigation into the murder of the naked woman on the floor will be far from routine. He recognizes her bare bottom – she was once draped across his lap at the spanking club. As her killer prepares to strike again, the investigation will expose Carl’s own secret life – his relationship with Nikki.

Each man needs Nikki’s help and they will put her over their knee -panties down – to get it. Nikki must decide which man’s discipline to accept.

This is a fast paced erotic murder mystery with loads of spankings and sex.


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Coming out! to my sisters!

I’m coming out!

To my sisters!

There’s a very good chance this post is going to go all over the place. I have so much to share! It’s huge! It’s meaningful, and it’s a big deal to me.

So bear with me today. I promise I will try to smooth everything out, and make it easier to read. And next time, I will definitely keep it more succinct.

But today, here’s the no-holds barred update.


It’s 9:06 am, gluten free chocolate chip muffins are baking in the oven, and my kids are outside playing – happily- for the first time all week. They are sisters, and they love each other. They are close in physical and emotional age, and are absolutely each other’s BFF’s. Except for when they are together 24×7 for a whole summer.

I used to have something like that. Sisters, younger sisters, who adored me (and as I have recently found out…) looked up to me. Me! Never having much in the way of self confidence, that statement surprised and pleased me to no end. I have always loved and adored my little sisters.


charlies angels

(LOL, no, this isn’t what we look like. But we did have a ton of fun playing Charlie’s Angels, and even did a photo session together, using Angel poses.) 🙂


Even though we grew apart over the years (mostly because of geography), there was one thing that kept us together.





But life being as it is, brought small disagreements into the mix. They became larger due to timing issues and inability to hook up- even on the phone. Families were formed, creating an even bigger relationship gap.

And when I finally had something huge to share, with my own lifelong best friends, I had to lie about it.

How could I trust that they would understand and support my fetish, when we couldn’t honestly communicate about the smaller issues.

And when I had the biggest moment of my adult life (after marriage and kids, of course), could I tell them?

Could I tell them I was Katherine Deane, spanking romance author, DD’er, and follower of all my erotic minded friends?


retro kinky pic



Believe me, I tried.

I started with the elder of my two younger sisters, the woman known for her open mindedness.

And to her credit, she told me it wasn’t her cup of tea, but that she would supportive.


That hurt!

A lot.

But thankfully, I had online friends who understood and supported me.


birthday cake K

Three days ago, I celebrated my birthday.

And cried for most of it (and the preceding 24 hours).


I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me.

My best (online) friend, Corinne, called me to wish me a happy birthday, and I bawled my eyes out.

I cried about my loneliness.

My utter craving for attention, and for REAL people to not only get me, but to accept me and like me.

I felt sad and alone because the people in my real life, the ones who live less than a mile away gave less love and birthday support than the online community of people (whom I don’t even know their real names or ages, or what they truly look like).

I was so utterly alone and so desperately wanted attention, I felt in that moment, that I would do anything to get it.

Luckily, a great phone call from my bff (whom I still have never met), and a long hard spanking from my husband; took the edge off.

I was able to function again.


And that’s when the most remarkable and awesome thing happened!

My sister, Evie, called to tell me that she finally understood.

Her husband had mentioned (ok, this guy must be highly intuitive!) that I must feel pretty lonely. (um, he said to my sister, almost verbatim what I expressed above.) Freaky, eh?

She understood my hesitancy to share with “real” people.

Here’s what happened when she tried to tell a friend about my writing.

( I warned you about the ramblings. sorry 🙂 )



She had befriended this nice woman who seemed an awful lot like me.

It turns out, Evie actually was excited about my new book coming out. She just didn’t know what to do with the information.

She started telling her new friend that her sister was an author, and that she was really excited about her new book.

When the friend asked what type of book it was, Evie was hit with a feeling of uncertainty.

So she explained that it was racier than a normal romance.


What followed was a huge condemning tirade about the evils of lust, and my sin over trying to lure people into coveting actions.

Evie was furious, and ended the conversation, while nicely telling the new friend off.


telephone bridging gap


That’s when she called me yesterday.

She felt horrible. She had never known that I was living in fear of that kind of judgment.

She finally also understood, that her lack of true “on hand” support, made me feel just as judged.

She finally got it!

Even though I was slightly perturbed by the other woman’s reaction, I was so overjoyed by my sisters’ realization, that I let it go.

celebrate sisters

We celebrated together:

<The growth I have made, emotionally, over these past few years.

<The fact that I had finally found something that I not only enjoyed, but that I also had the potential to become good at. (LOL, grammar might not always be my forte though. I speak / write fast! )

to be a part of my life; how much I needed their support.


It was the most amazing conversation.

And the heavy, aching weight lifted from my chest.




I have also been thinking about bringing L (our littlest sister), into the mix. I have hated “lying” to her, and have missed her also.


Evie reminded me that L is a lot more open minded than I have given her credit for, and more importantly, that she misses our ‘three sister’ relationship.


So we invited her to read that “hot new book” by the brand new author that we both adore, and want to support.

(ok, there is a bit more to it than that, but I shortened above for the sake of reading. 🙂 )


I don’t know how she will react.

It will hurt if she reacts negatively.

But I want to give her a chance to get to know the real me.


They are my sisters.

My true REAL LIFE best friends.

And at the very least, I choose not to lie to them anymore about who I am.


So please wish me luck, send energy or hugs or prayers.

I am Katherine Deane, sexy spanking romance author, DD’er, and first and foremost,

one of three




I hope they will accept me.

Wish me luck!


Spanking A-Z Challenge- A: Anatomy of a Spanking

spank A2Z

Welcome to the A-Z spanking blog challenge! 26 days of “letter themed” posts using each letter of the alphabet.

When I thought of the first letter of the alphabet, there was one thing that popped into my mind.

Spankings of course! But how to make it work as an “A”. Hmmmm. I think I got it worked out nicely. 🙂

i wish he would spank me

I love being spanked by my husband. I daydream of new ways to get spanked by him, and new implements for him to try. I love the feel of his hand on my bare bottom. It is intimacy at its most pure form. (I also need to be spanked sometimes. But that is for a different post. )

Today, it’s all about the sexy spanking side of things:

 (Some are used in my spanking relationship with my daring hubby. And some are from my imagination. But both are very much a part of me. So here goes.


The Anatomy of a Spanking.



Favorite actions taken by dominant partner:

Thrash, paddle, spank, swat, punish, switch, dominate, warm up, smack, caress, squeeze, knead, rub, chastise, “discuss”, “teach a lesson”, apply a firm hand, stroke.

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These words certainly evoke a reaction from me. Just the words. Wow, I can go from chastised to extremely “happy” in seconds, depending on which “word” he is using on me.


Favorite descriptions:

Strong, firm, paddle like, hard, fast, swift, stinging, painful, long, drawn out, carefully spaced, gentle


There is a huge difference in the feeling of fast, hard strokes, versus the slower, timed out ones. It almost seems like a mental thing; the anticipation of the next stroke. My husband usually prefers hard and fast with his strokes, but has (pleasantly) surprised me with a few modifications at times :).



Favorite physical implements used by dominant partner:

Hand, palm, fingers, paddle, hairbrush, belt, riding crop, wooden spoon, tawse, birching bundle, flogger, slipper, rug beater, loopy, cane, cable ties, switch, lexan paddle, home-made implement out of bunch of tent rope wrapped together (my husband has an engineering mind 🙂 )


I have tried most of these.

My favorite is his hand. There is nothing like a hard, firm swat, given at any time, followed by a gentle stroke or a squeeze. Mmmm.

My least favorite is the belt. The leather stings right away. I can feel the burning and welting with each strike. I probably would not mind it so much, if it just stayed on my bottom. But, a lot of times, it wraps around my hip, or into the inner part of my bottom. God forbid, the few times it struck me, there! (my other very intimate place. The place I do not want to be spanked. Yeowch! That hurts!)

My favorite for a fun sensual night is the home made tent rope implement hubby made. It swishes across my bottom, and gives little stings of heat, but doesn’t actually hurt. The narrow ropes extend around my hips, and sometimes between my bottom, creating a deep heat in another area of my body.

My favorite / least favorite is the lexan. LOL, I have a different mind- set about this one, depending on the spanking. For a warm up, or fun spanking, this implement is awesome! It warms me up so quickly, building this wonderful heat. But then it starts hurting. This is not a fun implement when used for longer than a few minutes. Holy heck! That thing gets me shimmying all over the place, and (almost, but not quite 😉 ) begging him to stop.


Favorite terms for parts of the body being spanked:

Bottom, booty, rear end, back side, ass, butt, arse, globes, sit spot, cheeks, upper thighs

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Ok, I can’t think of any more. We usually use booty or bottom in my household. Butt and ass sound a bit too crass coming from my husband. And he usually does not do “spanky” talk. He won’t actually specify in words, what he is going to “do to my bare bottom”; choosing instead, cryptic words like “discussion” or “your hair looks like it needs brushing” (LOL, that means I am in need of some time with the hairbrush. By the way, I should have put them one up there with my fave / least faves. Ouch!)


Favorite possible reaction from the spankee (oh yeah, that’s me!):

Howl, flail, yowl, squirm, shimmy, shake, cry, sob, beg, moan, flinch, reach hands back, clench, bury face into…, make promises, submit, become aroused, grind against…, press bottom out


I have gone through all of these reactions, with the exception of sobbing. I actually don’t cry during punishments. The few times I do cry are afterwards, during the aftercare.



Phrases I love:

“You won’t sit for a week!”

“You won’t sit for a month of Sundays!”

“Little girl…”

“I’m gonna spank you so hard…”

“Bend over.”

“Drop your pants.”

“And your panties.”

“do we need to have a discussion?”

“Bring me the hairbrush.”

“That’s strike three.”

“I should have done this a long time ago…”

“Young lady…”

“Do you remember what happens to brats who…”

“Come. Here.”

“I warned you.”

“That was just the warm up.”

“Stop yer’ fussing.”

“Take your punishment.”

“Good girl.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Of course you’re forgiven.”

“I love you.”

I warned you

I adore these phrases, and wish my husband would partake in the usage of some of these. Mostly he just uses “discussion” and some affirming words afterwards. He is more of a “show vs tell” person. “Spanky talk” is not a part of him.

But, heavens, the things those phrases do to me. When I read these phrases, or daydream about him using them, wow! I run a whole marathon of conflicting emotions over those words and phrases.


Ok, that’s my take on the anatomy of a spanking.


I was going to mention positioning, but I think that merits its own post.

Thanks for stopping by.

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Happy spanks!


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