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The Nanny – bestselling AP, Victorian from Alta Hensley and Allison West!

This one sounds amazing. I’ve already read Enrolling Little Etta, the first of the Ashby Chateau series, and loved it. (You can read my review here).

 

EXCERPT:

“If you choose to select a little from the chateau, then there will be certain requirements to ensure a healthy relationship. We do not allow overnight visits, under any circumstances. Our girls must keep their virtue intact, just in case the deal should fall through, or should something happen to a papa before graduation.”

“Yes, of course,” Theo said, nodding quickly. It all sounded so wonderful and easy to agree with.

“There are specific visiting hours. The nanny who works with your little one can inform you of what they are, since occasionally schedules change for each young woman. You may visit your little one in the playroom, but you are forbidden from seeking entrance into the nursery unless given direct permission. When littles receive rewards for good behavior, occasionally we allow cuddle time with their papas, or other intimate play that does not threaten their purity. Many of our littles do enjoy pleasing their papas. But nothing is ever against her will… well, except proper discipline, that is. Do you understand?”

“I believe so.” Theo’s heart raced at the mere thought of a woman’s lips upon his cock. It took every ounce of restraint not to indulge himself in such a fantasy at that very moment, knowing he needed to be respectful toward Mr. Hartley.

“Given Francis’s connection with our institute, and because of how you completed your application, I see no reason whatsoever why you would not be able to choose a little, should you have the necessary funds, and she not already be promised to another. At the moment, I have two girls who are not promised yet; Mollie and Teresa. If you are ready, I will let you have a look at both of them.”

 

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BLURB:

The taboo
The secret
The discipline
The Nanny…finally, her story.

When street urchin Georgiana Hayes meets a mysterious gentleman who offers her a warm meal and a chance to get warm again, she cannot resist.

The man who has rescued her from the cold is, in fact, Mr. Philip Hartley; the headmaster of the Ashby Chateau – a finishing school, and a place where young ladies can learn to submit and rediscover their inner ‘little’ selves. He is looking for a new nanny, and is quick to offer the position to Georgiana.

Georgiana accepts gratefully, and she instantly becomes The Nanny.

Unfortunately, she soon realizes that she is not really cut out for the role of disciplinarian. If anything, she finds herself beginning to envy the girls under her care, and wishes that she, too, could experience what it would be like to be little; to be cherished, cared for, and loved.

Theodore Elliott, a well-established businessman, is seeking a wife, and has craved the special love and affection of a ‘little’ for as long as he can remember. The moment he sets eyes on Nanny Giana, he knows without a doubt that she is the one he has been searching for. No other little at the school can compare to the dark-haired beauty.

Can Theo convince the headmaster to allow Giana to resign from her position as governess and enroll in the Ashby Chateau as a little? More importantly, is Giana willing to take that step for a man she barely knows but is intrigued by? Can she surrender herself physically, emotionally and sexually in order to become what Theo desires above all else: his little Gia?

From the authors of the best-selling ‘Enrolling Little Etta’, this next book in the Ashby Chateau series also contains elements of age-play, anal play, spanking, and graphic sex. While The Nanny does feature some characters and settings from Enrolling Little Etta, it should be noted that it can be read as a standalone.

Amazon | Blushing Books

 

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

Allison West

Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Science Fiction, Victorian, Historical, and BDSM Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.

Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. You can find more about Allison on Facebook, Twitter, and her blog “Spanking Author.” http://spankingauthor.com

More Books by the author

Jailed Little Jade

Enrolling Little Etta

Fire Licked

The Murderess (Courtesan Slave Trade Book 1)

Betrayed By Blood (Courtesan Slave Trade Book 2)

Frozen Kisses

Alta Hensley

Alta Hensley is a #1 Amazon best-selling erotic romance author who has had top-selling books in erotic science fiction, humor, BDSM and historical. She writes the naughty… and then the cure for it.

Being a multi-published author in the Domestic Discipline genre, Alta is known for her alpha heroes, sweet love stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between dominance and submission.

You can find out more about Alta on Facebook, Twitter and Goodreads. You can also contact her at hensleyalta@yahoo.com

Other Titles by Alta Hensley and Blushing Books:

Traditional Love

Traditional Terms

Traditional Change

Poppa’s Progeny

In the Palace of Lazar – Harem: Book One

Conquering Lazar – Harem: Book Two

Ruby Rose

Of Yesterday

Captured by Time (with Carolyn Faulkner)

The Slave Huntsman

Enrolling Little Etta

Anthologies:

Coming to Terms

Milestones

Confessions of a Spanking Author

Maggie Carpenter brings her hot new “Daddy”!

I am so excited about this newest one from Maggie Carpenter! It sounds so yummy!!

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Excerpt:

(At Braxton’s home, Amanda is taking a bath, and sinking into the role of

being his little girl.)

Surrounded by the warm lavender foam, his soft, loving attention was transporting Amanda into a state of divine bliss. The tension that lived across her shoulders had evaporated. She was drifting, and there was only him and her. Time had stopped.

“Where did you find all that makeup you’re wearing? Little girls shouldn’t be wearing makeup, let alone such thick, gunky makeup.”

A small jolt ripped through her, breaking into her euphoria, and swallowing hard, she stared up at him.

Realizing he’d touched a nerve, and unsure where the moment was going to take them, he locked her gaze.

“I asked you a question,” he said firmly. “Answer me.”

“I stole it,” she whispered.

The comment about her makeup had been a fishing trip. He’d always thought she wore too much, and he’d wanted to see what she would say and how she would react. Her confession was totally unexpected.

“I see,” he said slowly. “From where did you steal it?”

“Logan’s department store,” she whimpered in a soft, timid, little-girl voice. “Sorry, daddy. I wanted to look like the big kids.”

“Oh, dear. You’re a good girl for telling me, but I will still have to punish you.”

“No, you don’t, you don’t at all. My other daddy didn’t punish me. I told him that I’d done it, so he said it was okay.”

“It’s definitely not okay with me,” Braxton said solemnly.

“Are you sure?”

“I am most definitely sure. I won’t punish you as hard because you confessed, but I still must punish you. That means you must be disciplined twice this evening. We can’t forget about your public temper tantrum.”

“Temper tantrum? I don’t know what you mean?” she said innocently, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“That was a fib,” he scolded.

“Just a little one.”

“There can be no fibs between us. That’s strictly forbidden. Understand?”

“Yes, daddy,” she quietly replied, lowering her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“So then, we have a couple of naughty things to deal with. Maybe one before dinner, and the other after dinner.”

“I am sorry,” she repeated. “Honestly.”

“I’m sure you are, but you can’t get away with being a bad girl, not any more. I’m going to step away for a few minutes, and while I’m gone you’re going to wash all that makeup off your face. You’re much too pretty to have all that thick foundation and black stuff around your eyes. When I return I’ll expect you to be scrubbed clean.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Here’s the face cloth, and here is some baby oil,” he added, reaching behind him and opening a cabinet under the sink. “It’s very good for removing makeup, especially if it’s waterproof.”

Taking the plastic bottle, Amanda poured some onto the face cloth, then paused and looked up at him.

“You won’t punish me too hard, will you?”

“I’ll punish you as I see fit, young lady. Now clean up your face.”

Amanda felt as if she was in the Twilight Zone, or Never-Never Land. When Braxton had scolded her for stealing the makeup, she’d felt transported back in time. When she’d confessed her crime to her father, he had said that little girls sometimes do naughty things, but because she’d told him everything was forgiven. Braxton didn’t agree, and Braxton was her daddy now. He thought she should be punished for the theft, and for her public tantrum as well. She’d always felt that something had been skewed, but her new daddy was going to fix things. He was going to put things back in balance.

 

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Blurb:

Beautiful, ambitious studio executive Amanda Anderson is used to getting her way in Hollywood, even if that means occasionally using her fiery temper to manipulate those around her. What she is not used to, on the other hand, is being asked out for coffee by a man as devastatingly handsome as up-and-coming actor Braxton Carter.

 In spite of her attraction to him, Amanda is doubtful of his intentions and she blows him off. But after an inept valet wrecks her car and Braxton offers her a ride home, she finds herself inviting him in and cooking dinner for him. A passionate kiss leaves her yearning for more, but what truly sets her blood racing is the quiet, confident dominance which he makes no effort to hide.

 Braxton soon proves more than ready to take control of Amanda in a way no one else ever has, and when she throws an unexpected tantrum, he warns her in no uncertain terms that in the future he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly if he feels it necessary. She soon puts him to the test and ends up over his lap for a painful chastisement. Being punished like a spoiled child shocks her but also arouses her more than anything she can remember, and when Braxton decides that what Amanda needs is a firm daddy she cannot resist the offer.

 Spending time as Braxton’s little girl awakens a part of Amanda that she has hidden away for years, and she delights in his attention as he bathes her, dresses her in cute clothes, and holds her in his arms. Even the spankings she gets when she is naughty remind her that her daddy loves her. Amanda has never been happier or more fulfilled, but after a misunderstanding convinces her that Braxton is using her to advance his career, she is devastated and refuses to listen to his explanation. Can he find a way to win back his little girl’s love and trust?

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

Buy now on Amazon

 

 

Brand new Age Play from Shelly Douglas!

Shelly Douglas is visiting today with her brand new, smoking hot, AP!  I am so excited to read this one!! 🙂

 

Thanks so much for having me today, Katherine. I really appreciate the invitation to share our new AP story with you – especially since it’s such an extremely busy time of year!

Our Christmas Eve snippet doesn’t really need much of a set-up, and in full disclosure, I posted eight lines from this chapter on Saturday Spankings last week. But with the holidays almost upon us, I just couldn’t resist posting the entire scene and hope you enjoy the banter between Paul and Michele at a time of year when the tension is a little higher than usual. 🙂

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“Okay, I just assumed the whole bit about Santa watching me was a joke,” Michele said, removing a hot tray of sugar cookies out of the oven. “And where in the hell did you get that costume?”

“I can’t believe anyone would have the nerve to sass Santa on Christmas Eve,” Paul said, adjusting the white beard on his face, gazing down to admire the red rented suit.

“Okay, I’ll bite. Are you dressed for your patients’ kids, or did you find some extra work at the mall? If history has taught us anything, we know the shrink business always picks up this time of year.”

“Actually, I stopped by to see if the stories about Michele Anne Fazio being naughty are true. That would be you, right?” He stroked his long beard and took a step backward to admire her.

Michele took her baking mitts off, threw them on the counter, and approached her husband. “Yep, that’s me.” Placing a hand on one hip, she looked him up and down. “What kind of allegations are you talking about, big guy?”

Santa pulled a list from his pocket. “Let’s see here. Drinking and driving, smoking, purposely going over budget, coming home late without calling, sassing your daddy, lying, flipping your sister the bird, using profanity… I could go on, but I’m parked in a no-reindeer zone.”

“No, no, no. I’ve heard enough.” She waved her hand dismissively. “But has anyone bothered to tell you that I’ve already been punished for some of my past misconduct? Isn’t there a legal term known as double jeopardy where you can’t be tried twice for the same crime following a legitimate acquittal or conviction?”

“Yes, but I hear you were extremely disrespectful to your daddy last week. You know he gets awfully busy this time of year, and I don’t believe you’ve been punished for any of the sass you managed to spew at him recently.”

Michele’s eyes lowered. “You’re right, Santa, I’ve been behaving like a spoiled brat lately and got away with it because my daddy had been working such long hours. But tonight is Christmas Eve!”

“I agree, this is a very special time of year. But you’ve been a naughty girl, and I wouldn’t be a good Santa if I let you get away with such things. Remember, it’s my job to know who’s been naughty or nice.”

“Not to mention the help you received from those fucking elves at the country club that have been spying on me all year.” Michele took a deep breath and swallowed hard, finally deciding to rein in the sass. “You’re right, Santa. I’m guilty on all counts.”

“I don’t think we need much more of a discussion, so let’s go into the other room. Your bare bottom has been deserving a good hard spanking all week,” he stated in an exasperated but loving tone.

They entered the living room together and Paul sat on the couch. Michele sauntered over to the picture window and closed the heavy drapes. “You wouldn’t know this, Santa, but we have very nosy neighbors,” she said with a lopsided smile.

“Do you think this is funny, young lady?” He patted his lap, eyeing her intently.

Michele inched closer with fingers interlocked behind the small of her back.

“Come here. Now.” He curled a finger and pointed for her to stand before him.

She obeyed reluctantly.

“Lower your skirt,” he growled.

When she dropped the short denim fabric and kicked it aside, he grabbed her by the waist and bent his small wife over his hard thighs.

“Most people sit on Santa’s lap, not get tossed over it,” she sassed.

Paul shifted his wife forward a bit, placing her beautiful upturned bottom in a good spanking position. There was not a verbal exchange, or warm-up on her covered backside. Paul removed his white glove, yanked down her cotton panties, and applied his large hand to each bare cheek with hard and swift strokes. As he made contact again and again with her soft pale skin, Michele yelped and writhed with each quick swat.

“Oh, my God, that hurts! What happened to the glove?”

She screeched loudly as her husband continued sweeping his palm upward over each side of her bare bottom, watching it flutter and redden without conversation. Finally, after about twenty brisk spanks, he rested his hand on her hot flaming backside. “You have an extremely sassy mouth, my little kitten. What am I going to do with you?”

“I’m so sorry,” she answered, sniffling.

“We’ve been over this again and again, and I’m just not getting through to you.” He applied two stinging slaps to the sensitive area just beneath each cheek.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be good, I’ll be good!” she yelled in between sobs. Her hands were on the floor, her full bottom was high, and the blood was rushing to her head as he continued to spank her hard and fast.

“Are you sure you’re ready to be a good girl now?” he asked, applying two more dramatic smacks across both red globes.

“Yes, sir.”

“Does your bottom feel hot and sore, young lady?”

“Yes, sir,” she repeated quietly.

“I know you enjoy acting sassy, but is it really worth having a fanny that feels like it’s on fire?”

“No, sir.”

“Well, your punishments are going to get longer and harder over my knee each time you decide to test my patience. From now on, the gloves are off, Michele, and I mean it literally and figuratively. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she responded, still sniffling.

“Go stand against the wall next to the tree,” he directed, helping her off his lap.

She wiped the tears from under her eyes as she assumed a familiar position, jutting her glowing bare bottom out into the room. Softly, she hiccupped, trying to regain her composure. Fifteen minutes later, Paul checked his watch.

“Come over for some love, my sweetie.”

True to form, Michele turned and ran into his arms, her eyes still swimming in tears. “I know you were very busy with work, and I’m sorry for being such a brat.”

“Were the cookies that came out of the oven earlier baked for Santa?”

She nodded her head and smiled through blurry vision.

He hugged her tight. “I’m glad it’s just going to be me and you tonight. I have a special dinner planned for us with all your favorites.”

“I have a surprise for you, too. But you’re going to have to wait until tomorrow because I haven’t wrapped it yet.” She draped her hands around his neck and sighed as she felt the hard bulge through his pants. “Thank God tomorrow is Friday,” she muttered into his large chest.

 

You can buy His Firm Hand on the following links:

Amazon: http://amzn.to/1O1L7qK

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1QzKW8C

 

And now, The Blurb:

When his twenty-five-year-old wife, Michele, drinks two beers on an empty stomach after an especially frustrating day at work and then drives home more than a little tipsy, Paul Fazio realizes he has to step in before things get out of control. He decides it is time to bring back the rules and consequences that governed their relationship in the past, enforced by his firm hand applied to his beautiful bride’s bare bottom as often as he feels it necessary.

Paul’s stern discipline and loving dominance quickly prove to be just what Michele has been missing, but his plans for her extend well beyond a bright red, sore bottom when her behavior warrants it. What his headstrong young wife needs is not only a devoted husband, but a strict daddy as well.

Soon enough Michele is living the life of a bratty teenager each day when she gets home from work, and Paul is giving her both the hard, bare-bottom spankings and the gentle comfort and reassurance that she needs. But can she ever truly put aside her stress and relax in her daddy’s loving arms, trusting that no matter how much she acts out she will always be his little girl?

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You can find Shelly Douglas on the following media links:

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Our website: http://www.shellydouglas.net/

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Thanks again for hosting us today, Katherine! I hope you and your family enjoy a Merry Christmas and will take this opportunity to wish everyone a Happy and Healthy New Year! ~ Shelly

 

“We Need A Little Christmas” is live!

Just in time for the holidays!

Abbie Adams and I are so excited to announce our Holiday Age Play novella set is live on Amazon!

Buy now on Amazon!

Buy now on Blushing Books

 

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BLURB for: We Need a Little Christmas by Katherine Deane

Thirty-three year old, Ivy Henry seems to have it all. A well-paying job, a new house, and her wonderful HOH/husband, Jack. At her request, they had incorporated Domestic Discipline into their marriage a few years ago and she flourished under his love, guidance, and support.

But, this year’s holiday season is wreaking havoc on their calm relationship. Between the stress of work and hosting this year’s Christmas Eve party for all the family, Ivy is becoming more and more out of control. To top it off, she has a secret she can’t share with Jack.

Their relationship is wonderful but she wants more—a chance to explore her younger side. Ivy desires to do Age Play but is fighting her needs because it is embarrassing. How can she trust Jack not to laugh when she tells him she wants to curl up on his lap at night and call him Daddy?

Jack has been watching Ivy slip away emotionally for the past year. His beautiful, sweet wife is now always angry and ill tempered. DD just doesn’t seem to be cutting it any longer. He can tell she is unhappy, but doesn’t know how to help her until the day he finds her chat sessions on her computer. Discovering hope again, he begins to make plans to escape from this stressful holiday. He will introduce his precious Ivy to her new daddy—him. They both need to reconnect and they both need a Little Christmas.

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Blurb for A Little Sugar, A Little Spice by Abbie Adams

Christmas is a time of magic and anticipation. Meri is far less concerned about what might be under her tree than she is about who is showing up on her doorstep. Though she adores her sister, Kim, even she has to admit that the woman tends to be the ‘naughty’ to Meri’s ‘nice’. Her husband, Sean, has already warned his little girl that he won’t hesitate to turn her over his knee if she doesn’t remember that their household has definite rules that are not to be broken. If she wishes to test her Daddy’s resolve, instead of visions of sugarplums dancing in her head, his naughty little one will be dancing to the tune of a thick wooden spoon.

It doesn’t take but two days before Kim has once again shown her true colors. Despite Meri’s willingness to excuse her behavior, she finally admits that Kim’s life would be so much better if someone cared for her the way her own Daddy did. Perhaps if Kim had her own bottom reddened, she would learn the error of her ways but would Meri ever have the courage to reveal the dynamics of her life to her sister?

When Sean invites Kim’s boyfriend to dinner, the young woman is shocked-especially since she’d told Meri that they had broken up. She knows she isn’t happy with her life but is worried what her sister might think if she learns what Kim really desires. Kyle is far less hesitant in reminding the stubborn woman he adores exactly who is in charge. Will the two sisters take the chance to unwrap the secrets they’ve both held onto for so long? Will they discover that loving men who appreciate both a little sugar and a little spice fulfills them in all ways and is the best Christmas present they could ever receive?

 

You are Big Ivy and Little Ivy- It’s okay to be both.

Here’s a sneak peek at my new Age Play Holiday novella, We Need a Little Christmas.  It’s part of a box set co-written with the awesome Abbie Adams (whose birthday is today!). J

I chose a tender scene to showcase. Ivy is struggling with her thoughts and reactions to her new little side. But Jack is there to help her through it…

 

“I  think what upset me the most today, was how I reacted,” Ivy mumbled into his chest. “I really over-reacted, and took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

 

“It’s okay.” He kissed her forehead.

 

Wrenching away, she pulled back with tears in her eyes. “No, it’s not. I got upset  and took it out on you because I wanted to go into Little mode. It was a  crisis, and I just tried to hide. I thought this was supposed to be a good thing, letting myself be… I don’t know, young?” She wrinkled her nose. “But that makes it a crutch, right?” Her fists tightened as she  crossed her arms around her chest. “I know all about unhealthy coping  mechanisms after watching my mom.” She burst into tears. “This is unhealthy  escapism. If I can’t turn it off, how can I be the real me? How can I be who  I’m s’posed to?” Her face crumbled and sadness clouded her features. More  tears washed down her face. “I even sound  like a little girl.” She whined and grimaced, burying her head into his  lap.

 

“Sweetie, it’s okay.” He stroked her head and held her until she stopped crying.  “Sit up. Look at me, please.” Her pitiful gaze met his. “I’m probably not going to say this right, but let me try.”

 

She  sat up and straightened her back to meet him, her body radiating nervous  energy. 

 

“You’re special. You make things really fun and interesting, even when you don’t try to. You are beautiful and sexy and smart, and I love arguing with you about politics, because you don’t take any shit from me.” He smiled and kissed her cheek. “You’re also strong, capable, a warrior in heels with a leather briefcase big enough to carry a dead body.”

 

That got her laughing.

 

“You’re also exuberant, full of life, gregarious, and you sing off key.” He winked when she pretended to be offended. “You know every single Disney song and movie by heart. You make me feel young. Your energy brings me to life when I’m grumpy and tired.”

 

She sniffled and her eyes glistened.

 

“I  know this past year has been hard for you. But the you I see is a lot of different things. You are big and you are little. They’re combined. And I think you’d be doing yourself a huge disservice if you tried to turn off something that is such a big part of you. You are Big  Ivy. You are Little Ivy. It’s okay to be both. I love both.”

 

 

 

 
BLURB:
Thirty-three year old, Ivy Henry seems to have it all. A well-paying job, a new house, and her wonderful HOH/husband, Jack. At her request, they had incorporated Domestic
Discipline into their marriage a few years ago and she flourished under his
love, guidance, and support.
But, this year’s holiday season is wreaking havoc on their calm relationship. Between the stress of work and hosting this year’s Christmas Eve party for all
the family, Ivy is becoming more and more out of control. To top it off, she has a secret she can’t share with Jack.
Their relationship is wonderful but she wants more—a chance to explore her younger side. Ivy desires to do Age Play but is fighting her needs because it is embarrassing. How can she trust Jack not to laugh when she tells him she wants to curl up on his lap at night and call him Daddy?
Jack has been watching Ivy slip away emotionally for the past year. His beautiful, sweet wife is now always angry and ill tempered. DD just doesn’t seem to be cutting it any longer. He can tell she is unhappy, but doesn’t know how to help her until the day he finds her chat sessions on her computer. Discovering hope again, he begins to make plans to escape from this stressful holiday. He will introduce his precious Ivy to her new daddy—him. They both need to reconnect
and they both need a Little Christmas.
 
Coming Tuesday, Dec 15, 2015
Thanks for stopping by!
 

Cover Reveal- We Need a Little Christmas- Age Play Box Set!

It’s almost like Christmas has come already!

First of all, I am so excited to announce the brand new box set Abbie Adams and I are publishing together.

It’s my first Age Play!

And we have the best cover ever! Oh my gosh, it is so pretty. I couldn’t wait to share it!

We each wrote Christmas Age Play novellas, and they are being combined into this beautiful box set, just in time for Christmas!

It will be published next Tuesday, Dec 15.

Here is our gorgeous cover, and our blurbs. 🙂

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Blurb for Abbie Adams’ “A Meri Little Christmas”

Christmas is a time of magic and anticipation. Meri is far less concerned about what might be under her tree than she is about who is showing up on her doorstep. Though she adores her sister, Kim, even she has to admit that the woman tends to be the ‘naughty’ to Meri’s ‘nice’. Her husband, Sean, has already warned his little girl that he won’t hesitate to turn her over his knee if she doesn’t remember that their household has definite rules that are not to be broken. If she wishes to test her Daddy’s resolve, instead of visions of sugarplums dancing in her head, his naughty little one will be dancing to the tune of a thick wooden spoon.

It doesn’t take but two days before Kim has once again shown her true colors. Despite Meri’s willingness to excuse her behavior, she finally admits that Kim’s life would be so much better if someone cared for her the way her own Daddy did. Perhaps if Kim had her own bottom reddened, she would learn the error of her ways but would Meri ever have the courage to reveal the dynamics of her life to her sister?

When Sean invites Kim’s boyfriend to dinner, the young woman is shocked-especially since she’d told Meri that they had broken up. She knows she isn’t happy with her life but is worried what her sister might think if she learns what Kim really desires. Kyle is far less hesitant in reminding the stubborn woman he adores exactly who is in charge. Will the two sisters take the chance to unwrap the secrets they’ve both held onto for so long? Will they discover that loving men who appreciate both a little sugar and a little spice fulfills them in all ways and is the best Christmas present they could ever receive?

*****

Blurb for Katherine Deane’s “We Need a Little Christmas

Thirty-three year old, Ivy Henry seems to have it all. A well-paying job, a new house, and her wonderful HOH/husband, Jack. At her request, they had incorporated Domestic Discipline into their marriage a few years ago and she flourished under his love, guidance, and support.

But, this year’s holiday season is wreaking havoc on their calm relationship. Between the stress of work and hosting this year’s Christmas Eve party for all the family, Ivy is becoming more and more out of control. To top it off, she has a secret she can’t share with Jack.

Their relationship is wonderful but she wants more—a chance to explore her younger side. Ivy desires to do Age Play but is fighting her needs because it is embarrassing. How can she trust Jack not to laugh when she tells him she wants to curl up on his lap at night and call him Daddy?

Jack has been watching Ivy slip away emotionally for the past year. His beautiful, sweet wife is now always angry and ill tempered. DD just doesn’t seem to be cutting it any longer. He can tell she is unhappy, but doesn’t know how to help her until the day he finds her chat sessions on her computer. Discovering hope again, he begins to make plans to escape from this stressful holiday. He will introduce his precious Ivy to her new daddy—him. They both need to reconnect and they both need a Little Christmas.

*****

Thanks for stopping by!

Next Tuesday is the big day!

hugs and spanks ❤

Age Play vs Age BE

I stopped everything (I have the half ironed short on the bed to prove it) to write out this post quickly, because it hit me with such resounding clarity and confusion (hehe, in other words, I fully understand that I am confused, but know why)

😉

There has been a really awesome conversation on spanking and age play in an online spanking group I am part of. It has opened up so many daggone questions for me.

And so many thoughts and so many realizations.

And once again- sooooooooo much confusion.

Anyway, the conversation was about the preferences in Age play (both for readers and real lifer’s), and there were a lot of different viewpoints.

Some like Age play, but only if sex is kept completely separate. (They called it clean or non-sexual AP)

Some like it, the darker and sexier the better. (I think I remember them calling it Dark AP)

There were people in the middle, who could take or leave certain aspects, as long as big things were present – like nurturing, caring, boundaries, guidance, love…

And then there were the people who wouldn’t touch AP with a ten foot pole.

 

 

My husband, the very vanilla (yet awesome, and I love him!) Head of our Household, can now, after two years, spank me, for pretty much any reason- YET

He still can’t say the word “Spank”. LOL, it is still called a discussion. And even when we are using a little hand on booty action for a sexual encounter, he can’t talk dirty or say anything that resembles the word “spank” or anything sounding like body parts.

He is in the “not with a ten foot pole” camp when it comes to Age play.

There are several factors to that:

He is still not comfortable playing sexually. And probably the biggest reason; we have young children. And we are both pretty tired from being “Mommy and Daddy”. The last thing we want to do is PLAY parental units.

At least, he feels that way, anyway.

 

I love the idea of being stroked on his lap, while he tells me I was such a good girl for ironing all his shirts, and cleaning up the kitchen. (If you know anything about me; just doing one of those tasks daily would put me in the VERY good girl category. 😉 )

Sometimes, I like the ideas of boundaries. More than just the HOH boundaries he instills. But maybe something like:

“You have been really grumpy the past few days, and have not been getting your chores done. You are going to go to bed at 9:30 pm for the rest of the week until you get caught up on some much needed rest.”

Or

“Did you accomplish your goal of writing 1000 words, and clean up the kitchen, good girl?”

“Oh, you didn’t. Then I am going to give you some incentive. First, you will finish the kitchen clean up like you promised. Then you will write for one hour. No reading for you tonight, young lady. Not until you finish those tasks.”

“And one more thing, you will be doing it all with a very sore little bottom. Come here.”

 

🙂

So I can honestly say, the above is something I wouldn’t mind playing with every once in a while.

But here’s the biggest problem (besides hubby).

 

I don’t PLAY young.

I don’t ACT young.

I just am.

I be.

(hehe, I bet all the grammarists are having a field day with this one J )

Seriously, it is not in my makeup to act. I have never been a very good actress. (ask my parents and every teacher I ever had. I was the worst liar. I could not do it)

I can’t just ACT like a little girl (or probably, for me- a teenager) on a whim, because I want to play around a little with my pretend hubby/ daddy.

I can’t act – because I AM young and playful.

I like to skip and sing and act crazy. It’s who I am naturally. I like to climb trees and poles and ropes. And before my big head injury, ten years ago, I loved to do flips off from every single one of the above.

I love being energetic and silly and having no inner monologue (most of the time).

I love giggling and making indecent bodily function remarks.

I AM younger than my 40 something body shows.

It just comes naturally to me, much to the chagrin of my husband during dinner parties or when we eat out. (LOL, my character in my next book, paints a chocolate mustache on her face. I sent this picture to a few friends this past year. I think they thought it was funny. The wait staff at my favorite buffet still gives me weird looks, though. :))

 

Anyway, my biggest issue seems to be with the labeling, and the word “Play”. I don’t like being labeled. And I can’t play something that I already do naturally. So there’s issue number one.

 

Issue number two deals with sex.

I fall into the non sex for AP camp. For me, since all of this comes naturally and is NOT play:

I can’t have sex with someone I am looking up to for paternal love and guidance.

Because my mind would not be able to separate that.

 

So back to paternal love and guidance.

I have had crushes on so many older boys and men throughout my life. I would latch on to them as quickly as I could. I would flirt and brat a little, and maybe, make out a little.

But sex?

I did not really want things ever to go that far.

Now that I have really started thinking about it, I think there is a possibility I was looking for older males to guide me and take care of me. I was looking for a father or brother figure. (That’s why – no sex).

So I must have been looking for a father figure to fill that void that my own father didn’t.

And now that I am married to a wonderful man, who leads me and spanks me, and has sex with me (when little people aren’t piled in our bed, or we aren’t both passed out from exhaustionJ ); I find that I am still yearning for a bit more.

 

But I am confused about this desire:

Am I actually looking for a father?

Or a big brother?

If my husband did ever agree to try it, would it be called Age Play?

How can I play something I already do naturally?

And more importantly, how do I fill that void if neither of us can take that step?

 

Okay, there’s my deep thoughts for the day. J I still have to finish that shirt. And little people will be calling for snacks soon!

Happy Monday ❤