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My first big trip in years! (a personal post :) )

I just went to my first ever author conference. It was for the Stormy Night’s Publishing conference in Texas, and boy, was it awesome! I made new friends, and met friends I had talked to online; I got some fun new story ideas… it was a fantastic experience

I even left my kids at home –  for the first time in ten years. It was kind of exciting and scary, but the trip was amazing! 🙂

So in honor of my “first” of several things, including my first time meeting some really cool people, I decided to write a list of Do’s and Don’ts for myself. Just in case I get to do this again.

 

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Katherine’s list to self for future “Author trips”

(in somewhat random order):

DON’T – disregard your husband’s advice when he tries to tell you, 12 skirts, 4 shirts, 6 tank tops, jeans, yoga pants, and 4 pairs of different shoes are too much for only two nights of travel.

DON’T –  forget to take a picture of where you parked, including the sign for the parking lot, to avoid asking help from nice airline guys who drive you around for an hour searching for your car. (long story short, this happened to me, several years ago, when I was traveling by myself with two “under three year olds” in car seats.)

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DO- try to keep the wide eyed, “OMG”, this airport is so cool, but overwhelming…” look off your face.

DO – zip up your purse

DON’T – freak out, because it is the first time you have ever left the kids. They will be fine. Even if they have blue lips and dirty hair after the weekend (I have the text pic to prove it 😉 )

DO – remember that your husband is a grown man, who has successfully led troops in the military and owns his own company- he is quite capable of taking care of your children while you are gone.

DO – confirm if your roommate has the same body temp needs, to avoid freezing her out at night

DO – take lots of pics of all the cool things you are doing, and text them to hubby every 20 minutes

DON’T – forget that there is a time difference, and he might be asleep

DO – sit next to the college student, who has great note taking abilities (and much better handwriting than yours), and ask if you can have her notes. (you might be able to bribe her)

DO – if you burp really loud, blame it on your table mate (she will probably be very busy taking notes, and won’t even notice when you keep shrugging and pointing at her)

DO – save your receipts so you can deduct it as a business expense

DON’T – put your receipts with your dirty clothes

DO – Enjoy yourself

DON’T – get too insecure about the super awesome group of talented authors with lots more experience than you, and think you don’t belong.

DO – Remind yourself, everyone starts as a newbie with something to learn, and you have worth.

DON’T – forget your inner filter, and tell your new friends every TMI embarrassing moment you can think of, once you get back to the hotel

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DO – keep a glass of wine next to you at all times, so if you do accidentally tell your new friends about some random bodily function that shocked you, they will just assume you are drunk.

DO – Write down all the cool ideas that come to you from the event (asap, before you forget them)

DO – wear a short skirt combo with boots that looks totally awesome, for your first rodeo. (Yeehaw!)

DON’T – forget to get a picture of how totally adorbs you look 😉

DO – make sure to pack pasties if you are not going to wear a bra

DON’T – freak out when you sit on the metal bleachers at the rodeo, and your skirt doesn’t cover your booty because it is too short. (you’re just going to have a few funny marks on your backside. no worries)

DO – take lots of pictures and make notes of awesome cowboy names (and how good their booties looked in their jeans), when you go to your first rodeo.

bull riding

DON’T – send the cowboy pics to your husband. He might not appreciate them as much.

DON’T – try to steal a pregnant woman’s cotton candy (I did not do this at the time, but considered it for a few minutes. It looked really yummy)

DON’T – forget to put on deodorant

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DO – be yourself

DON’T – forget the hotel walls are really thin. Any discussions about pasties, hot cowboys, and possible spanking scenarios… well, since you could hear your neighbor’s tv both nights… yeah.

DO – thank your hostess for making arrangements for dietary needs, like gluten free eating

DON’T – forget to tip the hotel cleaning staff, and the nice driver who carries your suitcase onto your bus to and from the airport

DON’T – forget to buy gifts for your kids

DON’T – forget to thank your hosts after the awesome trip

DON’T – start crying like a baby, and hug your new friends, and say you will miss them- without explaining first, that you are just empathic, and not a complete psychopath.

DO- Give the gifts to your kids when you get home. (Yes, they look super cute and cuddly, and remind you of your first trip, but the kids won’t appreciate the “almost” gesture, if you keep them for yourself.

stuffed friends

DO – be prepared to do a bit of extra cleaning when you get home (this includes washing hair dyes out of the kids ears and hair)

DO – be thankful for the awesome trip, and look forward to doing this again.

DO – start writing, ASAP! You have lots of ideas and energy from the trip. Use it before school starts.

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I’m sure I forgot a few things, but these were the biggies. I had a great time, and am so happy to be back home.

Thanks for stopping by!

hugs and blessings ❤

the gift of play (from the DD side of things)

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It’s valentine’s Day, and I’m not sure if I’m going to be grumpy yet. Usually, something happens to make one of us get busy or distracted, so we end up not really doing much. LOL, every year, I tell myself not to get worked up if we don’t do anything, or if I have to plan out all the details myself. (I am quite awesome at planning, though, and can be very creative when coming up with romantic ways to be together) 🙂

This morning, my husband greeted me in the kitchen, with a big hug and, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

It was nice to snuggle in his arms and have him all to myself for a few minutes.

He then turned our bodies, so we were shifted away from the counter.

“What are you—“

He bent me over slightly at the waist, and smacked the back of my black, yoga pants.

Spank Me Yoga Pants

(Okay, my yoga pants don’t say “Spank Me” on the back, but they do say “Spank me” subliminally. I should wear them more often. 😉

Three more crisp, hard swats warmed me up faster than any “Happy Valentine’s Day” could have done.

“Thank you,” I purred up into his arms.

Our youngest child yelled down the stairs, “Mommy, is that you calling for us?”

(I had lost my voice for a week and a half, and had to resort to clapping for the kids, when I wanted their attention. :))

“No, kiddo,” My husband chuckled, and bent me over again, just a tad, and smacked my backside again. “That’s just me making my own noise. If mommy wanted you, it would sound like this.” He smacked the palms of his hands together, creating a loud, clapping sound.

He called up to them and showed them the difference between the thuddy sound that he made, followed by the clapping sound that mom made, a few more times.

I giggled quietly into his chest, as he finished his explanations.

“Okay,” both kids called down, and returned to their game.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I snuggled into my husband and promised to thank him more appropriately, later.

I still don’t know if we are going to do anything tonight, but I guess I won’t be grumpy. He’s already given me a pretty good gift.

The gift of play.

 

Thanks for stopping 🙂
Happy spanks!

Spanking A-Z Challenge, O: Oppa Gangnam Style

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Welcome back for another fun day of spanking A-Z! Today’s letter is “O”, and I absolutely had to share my favorite music video from last year.

Oppa Gangnam Style

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Holy cow, this video is so funny. I honestly don’t know what the words mean. But if you’ve seen any of my replies in the other posts (yes, I had no idea what the lyrics for “Like a Virgin” meant, until my adult years 🙂 ), you already know that I am more in tune with the music and expression of a song than I am by the words, anyway.

This is probably why I thought:

The heavy metal band was called “Inks”

“Blinded by the Light was  about being “wrapped up like a douche”

Greased lightning caused “the chicks to cream” , (never thought twice about that one).

I had no problem whatsoever with Sandy’s suit getting “damp” when Danny ran by her.

And I still to this day, don’t know what most of my favorite Madonna songs were about.

But I could probably take a guess; and there’s always google, when I’m ready.

 

LOL, I have always enjoyed the innocent side of things, and liked being blissfully unaware.

So here is my favorite song and video to just party and dance to.

Even though I have no idea what the words mean.

Have fun, ride a fake horse, and smack a little bootie!

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Sat Spanks – Self Spanking (part 2)

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Welcome back! 

This Saturday Spankings post is a continuation from my WIP, Running For her Life.  Hope you enjoy!

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Meet Claire and Nick:

Claire is a 32 year old athlete, trying to qualify for the Olympic Trials.  She has a past full of emotional and physical injuries.

Nick is a 36 year old coach, a hard, authoritative man who pushes his athletes to their limit.

Claire is confused by her attraction to her new coach, feeling that he could never fall for a woman like her.  Will she stick around, accept what he has to offer, and finally learn to ask for what she wants, or will she run?

Will Nick learn to trust his instincts and guide Claire towards her goal and a possible future together, or will he shut down emotionally, and lose another woman in his life?

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This is the second part of the scene in Claire’s apartment.  (To read the first part, click here.)  When Nick calls to check on Claire, after her first real punishment, she explains her confusion and desire for more.  He offers the perfect solution; he will talk her through her first self spanking over the phone, combining lusty fun, role playing, and the nice warm bottom Claire wants.  This part is done in Claire’s POV.

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“Straighten your legs, and press your bottom out. Way out.”

She pushed her bottom away from the bed, arched her back, and bit her lip, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. If he was there, he would be able to see everything, every bit of her aching, wet, throbbing, lower body.  She trembled with excitement, and told him she was in position.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Stroke your bottom;  pat it gently just like I would if I was there right now rewarding you for your obedience.”

Her legs starting shaking as she reached back and patted herself. That word, obedience. It shouldn’t have that effect on her, but she would worry about that later.

“Now, put your hands back on the bed, and prepare to listen to the first part of your spanking.”

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Sometimes, a gal just wants to be spanked!

Bad, naughty Zoot! You must spank her well. And then, spank me.

Bad, naughty Zoot!
You must spank her well.
And then, spank me.

Sometimes a gal just needs to be spanked.

Ok, I’m in one of THOSE moods again. I can’t really explain it.

I’m flighty, hyper, my attention won’t hold for 15 minutes, let alone long enough to finish the blog post I need to finish. My head is spinning with a gazillion (bajillion any better?) thoughts that are just out of my reach.  All I can think about right now, is the one thing that got me here to begin with.

Spanking

I’m having another day where I just can’t get IT out of my head. The sounds, the glorious feeling, the warmth, the heat, the connection with my spanker, and dare I say, the arousal that almost always comes from this.

I love spankings!

I love being spanked (by my husband. Don’t get me wrong. I have fantasized about other men taking me in hand before, but I know this is fantasy, and that my hubby would be hurt by me accepting another man’s attentions.  So that stays in the realm of fantasy.)

I stare longingly, while watching a session on spankingtube, living vicariously through another woman’s delightful bottom warming.

Sometimes, I watch school girls get spanked by head mistresses. It is fun, and kind of silly.  Sometimes, I watch men take their women over their knees for play.

Sometimes, I see a man discipline his wife for something like overspending or texting while driving.  (I can empathize and realistically envision this scenario, since I am one to overspend when I get stressed.)

Some of the scenes seem real, some are acted out.

Usually I don’t care. If the spanking is good and hard, I will give some leeway on acting skills.

I prefer the scenes that are just about the spanking, instead of showing private sexual encounters. I like sharing their spanking scene, but don’t want to share their further intimacy. Which is ironic, because I love READING about sex after spankings, and often times find myself so aroused after my own spankings that I initiate the further actions with my hubby.

The point is I love thinking about IT,

Seeing IT,

Hearing IT,

And most of all, feeling IT.

Watching a spanking video gives me the opportunity to receive most of my spanking input.  I watch, mesmerized as the woman’s bare bottom bounces up and down, reddening with each firm smack. I like it when she wiggles around and tries to escape, creating in me the vision of non-consensual punishment, and a need to escape.  It is delicious.

I get very aroused watching these, and picture myself in these scenes.  I can easily picture myself squealing and wiggling over my HOH’s lap, as he attacks my poor bottom.  I shudder, shimmy, whimper, and moan, while he continues his show of dominance over me, on my bare bottom.  (Sometimes, I get so aroused by visualizing a glorious OTK session.  I wake up hubby, so we can finish the next sequence of delightful events. He has not complained yet. 🙂)

But I love most of all, to put it all together into one big scene that my HOH and I take part in – our own spanking scene.  Sometimes, it is for discipline, sometimes for maintenance and role affirmation, and sometimes for fun.  To be perfectly honest, I will almost happily accept any of it.

I like to be spanked.

Our first role play scene involved hubby forcing me over his knee and paddling me into submission. I tried to escape the onslaught of his hard, fast hand. I bucked and bounced, I cried out, and begged him to stop.  His lap was so hard, his hand even harder. Again and again, he spanked, leaving no portion of my bottom and thighs untouched, choosing to sometimes attack the same spot. I howled and begged some more, as he threw his leg over my legs, and shushed me.

(I wanted him to call me “naughty”, and tell me to “take what I had coming to me like a good girl”. But alas, he wasn’t quite ready for that much acting. )

After a very long, intense session, that included his hand, a few wooden implements, and a belt, I finally lay in a heap over his lap- worn out, my sore bottom aching and hot, feeling loved and content and peaceful. (And completely aroused)

This is what spanking does for me.  I can fantasize about it, read it, watch it, listen to it, or receive it.  They all fill a void in me, and ground me, and help me connect with myself and my HOH.

And when I don’t receive any of this stimulation, I feel agitated, easily angered, tired, unfocused, and sometimes, even a little bit unloved.

Spanking brings me back to life somehow.

It invigorates me, and gives me a chance to be still and focus.

Most of all, it gives me a chance to revel in who I am – the real me.

My name is Katherine Deane.

I am a Spanko.

And right now, I could really use a good, long, bare bottom spanking.

Life is a training run

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Ok, it’s time for another metaphorical post.  Many of you know that I am a runner. I have competed for over half of my life, and am about to start competing again.  A good or bad day depends on how my run went that morning.  Luckily, I have been working on finding other outlets, like reading, writing and blogging.

When I went out for my run this morning, I was hit with a blog post idea. (Most of my ideas come while running. It’s Murphy’s Law. No computer or pencil and paper in sight.  I may have to start carrying a Dictaphone with me.  )

The idea was that my life is like a training run.  I was able to compile a short list of comparisons between my daily life, and my running. And I thought it would be fun to share.

So here goes.

The top 5 reasons how my life compares to running.

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1.     All it takes is that first step.

 

Sometimes, I don’t want to get out of bed and run.  It’s early, it’s dark, and my bed is warm and snuggly.

I grumble and groan, and throw the blankets and pillows around, hoping to wake up hubby. (Misery loves company, right? If I have to be awake, he should be too! )

I stumble around, brush my teeth, drink some water, and put on my jog bra and shorts, and socks and shoes. In the area I live, the heat and humidity are already high. No reason to wear anything else.

Then I step out the door, and take my first short stride. As I continue to run, my stride lengthens, my pace quickens, and I relax into the run.

It’s a wonderful feeling, the fresh air, and solitude, feeling my body’s movements, in tune with my surroundings. And I would have missed it, if I hadn’t taken that first step.

Sometimes, life is like that. I may be grumpy or not in the right mindset to do something new and challenging.  But if I take that first step, I almost always surprise myself, and find that I actually enjoy whatever activity it is. But I have to be willing to take the first step.

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2.     Out and back runs are good for laziness.

 

Sometimes, I get lazy. I don’t want to finish a whole 5 miler, I’m bored, or lonely.

(or sometimes, I come up with great ideas for a story or blog post, and want to rush back home).  But I know that doing the whole planned workout is what is going to get me to my goal.  So I force myself to finish the whole run, by doing an out and back run.

It’s just what it implies.

Out and back.

If I go 2 miles out, and get bored or lazy, there is no way I can shorten it and quit early. I have to go back the same two miles. There are no short cuts.  This forces me to stick to my game plan, even when I don’t want to.

In real life, I have a support network. People and events strategically placed, so when I have to absolutely get something done, I will.

I call this my house cleaning 911.

The surest way to get me to clean up the house, is to invite people over for dinner.  I scramble around for a few hours, frantically hiding toys and extra laundry, throwing away moldy cookies that somehow found their way under the couch.

(How the heck did that get there? Hey honey, isn’t that from Easter?)

My husband and I jokingly say that if we want to clean the house, we’ll plan to host a party that weekend.  🙂

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3.     Running is tough, it hurts sometimes!

 

Some of my former workouts were so tough, I shudder to remember them.

5 by mile repeats at sub 5:30 pace. Ugh.

Yes, they were tough.

But once they were finished, I was stronger, faster, and ready to take on whatever workout was thrown at me next.  And as I pushed through one grueling workout after another, I knew that my goal was reachable.

I’m happy to say that my best season ever ended with a top 5 finish in a huge ten miler (61:49 PR). It was worth it.  All that hard work had come to fruition.  It meant something.

Life can be a hard sometimes also.  There are always ups and downs, struggles, battles to be fought.

They can be little, like trying to get a child to eat her hamburger as she loudly protests that she is a vegetarian; or big, like trying to get hubby to come on board with a new relationship that he doesn’t quite understand.

But pushing through it, and trying to have faith that there is a finish line, there is a huge goal to be reached, helps.

After the struggling and pushing have finished, I find myself stronger, ready for the next event.  And I am thankful for making it though that last event.

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4.     Everyone has a different max threshold.

My favorite distance runner, Deena Kastor (2004 Olympic bronze medalist in the marathon, and American Record holder) has an amazing Max VO2 threshold, and capacity.  Her lungs and body are able to do amazing things that my body can’t even begin to emulate.

While she can run back to back 5:10 miles, I run 5:45 miles (or at least I did six years ago).  She can run several miles at the same pace as my fastest single mile.
But if I am trying my hardest, and working at the highest level my lungs and legs will allow me, does this make my efforts and achievements any less valid than hers?

I used to coach high school cross country and track.  One of my athletes was an asthmatic teenager who could barely run ½ a mile without needing her inhaler.

Through a slow, but steady workout regimen, we were able to get her not only running, but racing.  By the end of the season, she was racing 5K, keeping up with the other mid pack runners, and was the Captain of the team.

I have never been more proud of someone’s achievement, and I still cry sometimes when I think about how hard she worked to achieve her goals.

But she was just a 23 minute 5K’er.  Compared to my 17:40 5K, that should be negligent, right? Just as my times are compared to Deena?

In life, everyone has a different threshold, different goals, different pausing points, and different talents.  Is any one’s achievement any greater than another person’s?

I have to remind myself of this every once in a while. I will do the best I can in whatever situation I am in. And I shouldn’t compare myself to others’ successes, and feel like a failure if I don’t compete on their level.

I can only truly compete with myself, be the best I can be, and work to the highest of my own abilities.

My threshold is my threshold.

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5.     Running should be fun!

 

Yes, sometimes running is hard work, it’s a job, it’s tiring, and overwhelming, and can be not much fun.

But it shouldn’t always be this way. Sometimes it’s necessary to lose the watch, forget about courses and overall time, and just enjoy the run.

It’s fun to go out, and watch the scenery, use your senses, people watch, daydream, or run with a group and crack silly jokes and laugh the whole time.  It’s fun, it’s therapeutic, and it is positive and energy producing.

Does it help with the overall goal of the big race at the end of the season?

Yes! It’s a release, a chance to let everything go and start fresh, coming back able to work even harder with the next workout.

It is just as necessary to have fun and enjoy the run, as it is to train hard.

Life is like this for me.

Sometime, I have to drop everything, being a wife, a mom, a role model, a runner, a writer… I throw on my shorts, tank top and tennis shoes, and play with the kids.

I play hopscotch, I climb trees, and I beam the neighborhood kids with water balloons, and laugh when they start crying. (Ok, I don’t really laugh at them.  That would be mean. )

It’s fun, it’s therapeutic, and energy building, while simultaneously releasing negative energy. I love it!

Sometimes I set up dance parties with some of the kids. (Ok, the adults just laugh at me when I dance. I’m not exactly known for my smooth moves).

The kids love it! We all slide across the hard wood floors, jump over the couch, shake our bodies, and yell at the top of our lungs, while singing to some crazy song with lyrics we don’t understand.

Oppa Gangnam Style, anyone?

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So running is my life, and life is like my running.

Sometimes, it‘s hard, and I need help to push through.

I need my support network to either push me or give me positive affirmation to keep me going every once in a while.

I have to be ok with the fact that I’m doing the best I can, and remember not to judge myself or others in accomplishments.

And most importantly, I need to remember to stop everything and just enjoy it.

There’s a time for working hard, and there’s a time for dancing like a crazy woman.

To all the “runners” out there, no matter what your “run” is…

Good luck!

And

Happy “running”!

The new cool new DD Anthology I just read!

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I just read a very good DD Anthology, and thought I would share it here.

Since I am a self proclaimed Spanko, an avid reader of all things spanking related, and a DD’er, myself, it kind of makes sense to give this awesome book a shout out.

Congratulations to all the authors. Gals, you did a great job with this book. I hope you get together again for more of these.

The anthology is called “Coming To Terms”, and includes short stories from the following authors:

Sue Lyndon, Cara Bristol, Alta Hensley, Jade Cary, Celeste Jones, Anastasia Vitsky, and Renee Rose

I am attaching my review, below, in the hopes that more people will hear about this awesome anthology.

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I was so excited to read this anthology, knowing that some of my favorite authors were in this book.

The stories all centered around one main theme, Domestic Discipline, and spanking as one of the tools.

It was so much fun to read all the different stories; each author’s descriptive, yet fictitious explanation of how DD is different for each couple. No couple does it the same, as was shown in these stories by these 7 fantastic authors.

Sue Lyndon’s Confession Time, focused on a young couple’s brand new DD journey.  After only a few weeks of doing DD, Lucy requested that James start doing maintenance spankings.  He agreed, acknowledging that this would help further build their level of trust and communication.   This was a great story, which also had some wonderful sex scenes.

Wife on a Lam, by Cara Bristol, was a very entertaining, light hearted story about a wife who goes off on her own vacation after she feels snubbed by her husband’s lack of Anniversary attention. Poor Janelle is bombarded, not only by guilt, but also the attention of a very annoying cowboy. I found that hilarious!  Her husband, Brent had a few surprises up his sleeve, and followed after her, which was a lot of fun!  When they finally reconnected, Janelle willingly submitted to a much needed, guilt alleviating, discipline spanking. I really enjoyed this fun little story.  And I will definitely think twice before vacationing without my husband.

In This Moment, by Alta Hensley, a couple goes on a mini vacation, badly in need of reconnection and quality time together. Caine and Neely have not done DD in a while, and Neely misses this component. I loved reading her gentle confrontation to Caine. She explained how she missed his spankings and the connection that they felt through DD. This was very beautifully done.  It also gave some good insight about the importance of communication in any relationship.

Days With You, by Jade Cary, was a very emotionally intense story about a widowed woman, Diana, remembering the love of her life, her deceased husband, Val.   These memories were beautiful and intense; sometimes I laughed, sometimes I cried. The DD memories were very well done, and showcased Val’s dominance and passion along with Diana’s strength. There was a very pleasant surprise twist at the end, which left me refreshed and eagerly awaiting the next story. (I truly hope Jade does a second story to follow this up)

In Reconnecting, by Celeste Jones, A determined husband, Reece tries to reconnect with his wife, Daisy after losing so much of her attention because of work and online social media.  After reading this fun story, I looked at my own activities and assessed whether or not I was giving my own husband enough attention. Very clever public service announcement written in the form of spanking fiction. I liked how Reece did not impose his will on Daisy, but rather, used tools like spanking and communication, to enable her to open her own eyes to what she was doing to their relationship.  Very well done.

One delightfully, intimate story, Tomorrow, by Anastasia Vitsky, continues the journey of two women named Kat and Natalie. In their continuing story, Kat and Natalie were still trying to work out the kinks in their relationship, especially remembering the injuries they had both sustained in the past. It was very easy for me to connect with Kat; her guilt over past events, feelings of burden, wanting Natalie’s structure, yet still wanting to be an independent and respected adult woman. I could feel her confusion and anger at times.  The story takes on a lighter note, when they vacation at a huge theme park. This was very well done. I loved the overwhelming emotions. But it didn’t make the story too heavy to read. It was done just right. It also made me want to go to our nearest theme park.

My favorite story was Spank and Run, by Renee Rose. I loved the combination of DD, structure, boundaries, and eroticism. It was so well written. Claire was a strong woman, looking for an equally strong man, who would respect her and love her; but wouldn’t be afraid to turn her over his knee if she was hurting herself.  But she also longed for the eroticism found in spanking.  I really connected to Claire, and enjoyed her ability to ask for what she wanted even though it was a little embarrassing for her. This story showcased DD as something that could be helpful in a relationship, but also could be very erotic. Coming from a DD background, I appreciated seeing both sides written so well.

The whole book was fantastic! I loved reading the different dynamics, approaches and components of DD.  Every relationship was different. There were intimate connections, reconnections, spankings for discipline, maintenance, and fun. The sexual scenes were tastefully, yet erotically done. I really enjoyed it.

4.5 stars for Coming to Terms

http://www.amazon.com/Coming-to-Terms-ebook/dp/B00CS7XLNQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1369613325&sr=8-1&keywords=coming+to+terms

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