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Author Spotlight – Jennifer Bene in the Royally Mine box set

Decadence

“Is he an addiction… or just a little decadence?”

Available for pre-order, goes live: August 22, 2017

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Blurb

Is this an addiction? Or is it perfection?

Aubrey is trying to get her life under control. More specifically her sex life, and that’s hard to do when blond bad boy Finn shows up in a bar just when she’s jonesing for a fix of someone tall, hot, and good in bed.

He was supposed to be another one-night-stand in a long string of one-night-stands, but there’s more to Finn than what’s in his pants. From his good looks, to his charm, to his wild and carefree life, he seems to be everything Aubrey could want.

But Finn Solberg is hiding a royal secret that could bring all their fun to an end right when he’s realizing Aubrey could be his perfect match.

Boxset Blurb

Powerful kings. Dirty-talking princes. Insatiable dukes.
They’re ready to rule your heart.

Royally Mine is a sexy collection of bad boy romances featuring HOT royal heroes, brought to you by twenty-two New York TimesUSA Today, and international bestselling authors. This deliciously naughty bundle of ALL-NEW standalone novellas stars panty-scorching kings, princes, and dukes who are used to being in command. Charge up your e-reader, clear your schedule, and put on your best tiara, because these royal bad boys are ready to conquer your heart while making you blush oh so hard.

Featured authors: Susan Stoker, Annabel Joseph, Katy Regnery, Nikki Sloane, Renee Rose, Molly O’Keefe, Alta Hensley, Nora Flite, Natasha Knight, Sue Lyndon, Jenika Snow, Maggie Ryan, Celeste Jones, Lee Savino, Livia Grant, Alexis Alvarez, Rayanna James, Ava Sinclair, Addison Cain, Jennifer Bene, Becca Jameson, Mikey Lee

Publisher’s Note: The stories included in this smoking hot box set are MF and MFM pairings. Some contain kink. All will leave you breathlessly panting for more.

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Excerpt

“There is nothing wrong with you, Aubrey Marilyn Dean, and I want you to know that. I wanted you to come here so you could see that.”

Finn’s hips rocked against her with a sinful frisson of electricity — every inch of her wanting to feel him inside her, wanting her to ignore the knowledge that he was just as fucked up as she was, just as addicted to this. This crackling energy between them, this insatiable hunger, and there was no doubt in her mind why he’d caught her attention so strongly — but he was wrong. She was messed up, disturbed, broken. Something in her history had made her incapable of doing anything more than seeking out sex like the addict she was, incapable of a normal relationship, and — impossibly hot future king or not — he was fucking everything up. “You’re a bastard, Harald Finn Solberg. I’d managed three weeks before you followed me into that bar.”

“Why?” he asked, completely unapologetic as he crushed her to the wall, rolling his hips in a mockery of the hard thrusts she really wanted. No amount of shock could erase the itch inside her, the need… and what was worse was that he understood it. He needed it too, just as addicted to the powerful physicality of their bodies pressed together.

Progress, you’ve made progress.

And Prince Finn is erasing every bit of it.

“What I do isn’t normal, it’s not healthy. This isn’t healthy,” she hissed at him, internally cursing herself when she moaned as his hand cupped a breast through the dress, one thumb tracing over her nipple to send a ripple of pleasure through her muscles.

“Says who?” Finn bounced her against the wall, and her legs hugged him tighter to her, seeking more. “You’ve let the world tell you how to live, Aubrey, but you’re perfect exactly as you are. You are fucking incredible, and if your so-called friends are telling you otherwise, then it sounds to me like you need new friends.”

Author Info

Jennifer Bene is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror. While she’s been writing for years, it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Don’t worry though, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! Because without the dark, we’d never appreciate the light.

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Personal Post- Can you have it both ways?

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

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

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

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

The whole top part bent.

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

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

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

No!

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

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

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

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

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

I have commons sense.

< Don’t walk alone after dark

< Don’t drink and drive

< Monitor the kids’ social media

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

< etc..

 

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

But do I have engineering common sense?

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

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

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

Me!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But does he need to?

All the time?

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

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

“Good.” Was my grumbled reply.

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

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

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

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

Hugs and blessings ❤

Final day for the 99 cent sale! #Loved 2016

Hey friends, this is it! Our final day at 99 cents before the hottest boxset of the season goes up in price to $3.99.

Thank you so much, to everyone who has bought, shared, promoted, and reviewed our set.

We truly appreciate it.

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hugs and spanks!!

 

 

 

“Bound, Spanked and Loved” box set is LIVE! #LOVED2016

Woohoo, it’s live folks!

The hottest box set of the season is now available, and it’s only 99 cents for a little while longer.   The price goes up after Valentine’s Day.

This set has so many amazing authors, and something for everyone

Here’s where you can get this sizzling set of sexy stories. ( say that fast three times 😉 )

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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!
 

New Graphics for Wren’s Redemption- and free stuff!

Who wants a chance to win?

Leave a comment below, and get entered in the drawings for three different prizes.

  1. A five dollar gift certificate to Amazon
  2. A free copy of Wren’s Redemption (releasing tomorrow!)
  3. A free graphic from Summer Graystone

What do you have to do? Simple.

Leave a reply below. 🙂

 

I’m so excited about tomorrow’s release day for Wren’s Redemption! So excited, that I asked Summer Graystone to make me some graphics.

She took some of my favorite quotes from the story, and

See for yourself…

 

hold you and love you

 

fall from grace

 

bad girl of gymnastics

 

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So, which is your favorite?

Reply below, and you will automatically be entered for the prizes.

Thanks so much!

I’ll announce the winners on release 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 ❤

The Un – Spanked Wife

 

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I’m about to share a rather embarrassing moment, from last weekend.

This probably won’t instill a bunch of “Wow, this woman has such grace and integrity” thoughts in many, but it is the truth, and it gave me a new thought about our DD relationship.

 

It’s probably no surprise to hear that I am a bit of a “spanko”.

Yes, words like bare bottom, belt, paddle, squirming, thrashing, over the knee, howling, and spank, get me going worse than Casey McKay in a lingerie shop (with a BOGO free sale)!

😉

 

I’ve also explained before, that I am in a Domestic Discipline relationship with my husband, because I like the boundaries and sometimes need them, to protect myself.

But I’ll be honest. Spanking still turns me on; it releases me emotionally and physically from stressors; and it brings my body to life.

So here’s my conundrum;

If my husband is my HOH; and he uses corporal punishment to express his displeasure or guide me in a certain way (AKA turning my booty red with a belt or paddle); this means that DD is about spanking, right?

I do something wrong – I get spanked.

I get crabby (because I forgot to eat lunch again), roll my eyes at him, and do something like accidentally dropping his clothes on the bedroom floor (Ok, he should have put them away! It really is his fault here) – I get spanked.

I act in a way that is not consistent with the expectations we have both agreed upon for my own self betterment and empowerment – I get spanked.

Right?

Not this past weekend.

Here’s a brief update. (I co-wrote and published my first book with my friends, Casey McKay and Renee Rose a few months ago)

Ever since then, I have had this barrage of story and blog ideas hit me – all at the same time – every week.

Guess when?

Leisurely runs, and showers have been great idea moments for me. But honestly, my best ideas, and when they come all at once, (seriously, ten of them at once!), have been:

At Church!

I know what you’re thinking.

I’m going to H –E double tooth picks.

😦

Believe me, I wish I could turn it off.

But there are these moments during a service where the pastor will say something, and I’ll go,

“Jackpot! That’s perfect for my blog!”

Or

“Ooh, Thomas and Peter are great names for shape shifting brothers who spank their wives.”

I know.

Bad girl.

So last week, one of the biggest services of all year; I sat down after the singing, and prepared to really focus.

Then a thought hit me.

I just wanted to write it down really quick, before I forgot. It would only take a minute or two.

Hubby patted my hand.

I shrugged him away, and tried to finish scribbling down the biggest idea of my life…

He took my hand.

Pulled the pen out of my fingers.

Took my book.

Set them all down on his lap.

Then placed his hand across my lap.

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Ho – leee cow!

This was by far, the most dominating thing the man has done to me in a long time.

And he has tied me up, blind folded me, has tried several new bedroom acts (which I won’t mention here), and has thrashed my bottom to the other side of the moon and back.

But this!

This quiet, calm action…

Even though no one saw it, I was still overwhelmed with embarrassment by the public act.

I have written about characters whose faces blush, flush and turn beet red; but never truly understood the meaning behind these words until I felt my own face warm.

It wasn’t just my cheeks. My whole body flooded with heat. I was so mortified, so… I don’t know, the only word I can come up with is,

Chastised

I felt so young and foolish; so… wow! (Obviously, articulation is not my forte in moments like this.)

 

It was an intense few minutes for me.

Then he squeezed my hand, and whispered to me,

“You’re here. Be. Here.”

Then he let me lean up against him, and snuggle during the rest of the service.

 

I liked that. It was such a great reminder of what we talked about several months earlier.

  • To give of myself 100% in a moment.
  • Not to go half bootied in one event, while thinking about something else.

I’ve incorporated this into my family time, my phone conversation time, and am trying to do a better job of making this work with my writing time.

But his point was, to give myself to that one moment, since I had already agreed to give myself to it.

He didn’t spank me, or swat me, or threaten me with a little hand to bottom action later.

It was much more subtle, and much more effective.

 

This also answered a question I have pondered for a while.

“Is DD just about the spanking?”

My answer, after last weekend is, “No.”

While I still like being spanked, and he does use this in many different forms (pleasure, maintenance, release, and punishment); it’s not the end all by all for our relationship.

There’s more to it than that.

But when he does take charge and put his foot down, boy has he got the whole “chastisement” thing down pat.

(And 90% of the time, I appreciate his leadership.)

On a good note, this was a great learning tool for both of us, and it led to another idea for a blog post!

 

Thank goodness! Since I can’t remember what my original idea was. And I can’t read my own chicken scratch.

It might say, “shots to spankdiddy” for all I know.

Next week, I’m leaving my notebook at home.  It didn’t help anyway.

🙂

 

Ok, just for fun. I found a hilarious video on youtube about Mr. Bean in church. It is so stinking funny!

But I tried for fifteen minutes to get the doggone thing inserted and it is not working.  So if you want to see it, you will have to go find it on your own.

Trust me, it’s hilarious!

🙂

SRR – Round Table Discussion – After Care

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This is a great topic, and I’m so glad Renee Rose brought this up.  Thanks to Renee and Spanking Romance for hosting. 🙂

Aftercare is very important to me, as a reader an author, and as a DD’er.

It’s very important, sometimes even more crucial than the punishment itself – at least for me, anyway.

I am a sensitive (ok, hyper sensitive and over emotional) woman. I internalize every look, every comment, every action. I am a people pleaser, and the thought of displeasing someone, especially my HOH, hurts me greatly. (I should have also mentioned over-reactor in my list of attributes ).

 

Aftercare, is a necessary transition from the punishment to the closure that I need with my husband.

When he punishes me (usually in the form of a strict spanking), I know it is different than a sexy or fun spanking because of my guilt or my hurt over his displeasure. There is nothing sexy or fun about the punishment.

It hurts.

My bottom aches.

My heart aches.

 

But when it’s all over, he covers me with his body, like a warm blanket.

He holds me until I stop shivering and shaking.

His warmth envelopes me, and makes me feel loved.

I feel his forgiveness as it seeps into me, and I am finally able to release the guilt and forgive myself.

 

Now here is where it gets tricky. Do you know when I start crying?

During the aftercare.

I don’t usually cry during a punishment, no matter how upset I am; no matter how agonizing the belt feels lashing onto my poor backside; no matter how awful the strike of the Lexan.

I have had shaking, hiccupping sessions, where I have cried without tears. But have not very often cried real tears.

The care he gives me, when he spoons against me, or holds me against his chest after an over the bed spanking; when he is soothing me with his presence, with his warmth, and his love- that is when I finally break down the last piece of resistance.

Then I cry. I release all the tension, the guilt, everything. And I know I am loved.

 

This is what aftercare does for me in my real life.

It is crucial to my emotional well being.

And I am blessed that he gives me this care after each and every session.

LOL, I’m not even sure if I answered any of the questions, but this is where my heart led me on this topic, so I went with it. 🙂

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Promo post – Emmaline’s Groom by Casey McKay

Emmalines Groom

I am so excited!!

Casey McKay’s new historical spanking romance has just come out, and I cannot wait to read it!

She is here today to tell you a little bit about her new book! Enjoy!

 

 

Thanks for having me Katherine! I came to share a little bit of Emmaline’s Groom with you and your readers.

In this part, Leo has promised Emma a punishment for an earlier transgression. She knows it is coming, but she still puts up a fight.

 

 

  “I understand why you were angry and I will not blame you if you cannot forgive me,” she told him in a rush.

            “I can forgive you. I love you, Emmaline.” He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her so tenderly she felt tears return to her eyes. “Even if I have to take you over my knee every day to correct your behavior, I will never stop loving you.”

            She snatched her hand back from his and narrowed her eyes. Her tears were gone as she squared her shoulders to him. “That is not going to happen.”

            He chuckled at her response and she realized her was teasing her. He nudged her to her feet and she stood standing in front of him. He pointed to the strap on the floor.

            “Bring it over to me.”

            She crossed her arms across her chest. “Leo!”

            “You have consequences coming. Do not argue with me. I do not mind talking with you about your punishment, but you will not talk your way out of it, ever. Is that understood?”

She had the urge to stamp her feet. He was not going to give in and she knew it, but she did not have to like it. She did not answer his question, but turned and did as he asked. She placed the strap in his outstretched palm.

            “Take off your robe.”

            “No, I-” She shook her head and tried to step back out of his reach, but he grasped her wrist.

            “It was not a question,” he said as he tugged her closer and easily flipped her over his knee.

            The breath pushed out of her lungs as she found herself hanging upside down, Leo’s hands pushing her robe up her back, baring her backside to him for the second time that day. She jerked forward at his stinging slap and let out a yelp in surprise.

            “In the future, you will comply the first time I ask something of you.” He punctuated his sentence with another firm smack. She braced herself, placing her hands on the floor in front of her as he spanked her. The sting crept along both cheeks, leaving them feeling warm from the inside out. It was not a completely terrible feeling, and she was reminiscent of the first time he had spanked her and what that had led to.

            She felt her middle moisten in anticipation, she surrendered her body to his punishing blows, lifting her hips back to meet him. He paused and rubbed his hand over her stinging bottom, this is what she had missed that morning. He pulled her up and placed her on her feet in front of him again.

            “Now, take off your robe,” he said again.

 

Blurb:

Emmaline Lawford, the youngest daughter of an English Marquess, is intended to marry. Though to whom might be up for debate. Her older brother, Samuel, has his sights set on marrying her off to a Duke. Emmaline finally accepts her fate, until a breach in etiquette finds her back in the arms of the man she truly loves.

 

Leo Colston is stunned when Emmaline is thrust back into his life. He had resigned himself to the fact that he would never marry the woman he loved. Now they are taking hasty wedding vows and being urged to move to America, where they can leave the talk of scandal behind them.

 

Emma and Leo realize settling into marriage is not going to be as smooth sailing as they thought. As they try to work out their differences and get used to living in close quarters Emmaline finds herself in trouble with her new husband on more than one occasion. Leo’s favorite way to end an argument is to take his lady over his knee and spank her bare bottom until she submits. Emma thinks he should just give in to her womanly charms. Who will win this battle of wills?

 

Emmaline’s Groom is a stand alone book, but is also the first book in The Ravenswood Manor series.

 

This book includes spankings, graphic sex, and anal play, and more. If any of this subject matter offends you, please do not purchase this book.

 

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