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Husbandly concern: a reason for a spanking?

Cara Bristol is visiting today with her hot, new Domestic Discipline set! 🙂 Here she is!


When my husband and I lived near the beach, one of my hobbies was photographing and selling beach stones (for aquariums and rock polishing). I found collecting beach stones meditative and restful. I’d walk along the beach and focus on the colors. Problems, concerns, the rest of the world faded away as I zoned out looking for rocks. That’s what I liked about beachcombing.

That’s what I my husband disliked. He worried for my safety. Parts of the beach were remote and because I was so focused on rocks I didn’t notice anything else or anybody around me. I can’t tell you how many times another beach walker startled me by coming up behind me. I had no idea they were there.

Because I did zone out, my husband wouldn’t allow me to go to the remotest parts of the beach. He worried I could be easily attacked. I resented the restriction. I could have sneaked off, and he probably wouldn’t have known, but if he had ever caught me, there would have been hell to pay. So I didn’t go where I wasn’t “supposed to.”

The people we love care about our safety.

The hero of Rahm’s Way in Domestic Discipline cares about his wife’s safety. She really, really wants to be a private investigator, but he worries about her safety when she’s sitting alone on stakeouts in dangerous neighborhoods. Many of the people they’re asked to investigate are not law-abiding, nice people.

So he puts his foot down. No. Absolutely not. No way can she work as a PI.

But Cadence thinks he’s being unreasonable, and during his absence (he’s in military and was deployed) she goes behind his back and gets her PI license.

And in domestic discipline relationship, you know what means.

What is something your husband or partner doesn’t want you to do?

An excerpt from Rahm’s Way, Domestic Discipline

I should fire you, but I won’t. If you want to work here, you can take a desk job. You can assist the other agents with internet research, obtaining records, making phone calls.”

AssistDesk job? If she’d wanted that, she could have stayed an admin assistant, but that wasn’t why she’d obtained her license. Anger ignited. His country had called him, and he’d performed his duty. She didn’t fault him for that. But he had left, and she’d been forced to handle everything solo: parenting their son, managing the finances, tending to household repairs, and being alone. She was giddy-happy to have him back, but where did he get off thinking he could dictate to her now?

She leaped to her feet. “That’s not acceptable to me. I want to work in the field. Simmons isn’t the only private detective agency. Maybe I’ll go work for somebody else.”

The air sizzled. “Is that so?” he asked quietly.

She didn’t mean it. She would never defy him that way, but he had to learn she wasn’t a pushover. Cadence wet her lips as courage and its foolish cousin, bravado, deserted her. Poke the sleeping tiger with a stick, why don’t you?

He unfolded his crossed arms. “Instead of sharing your feelings, you sneaked behind my back and presented me with a fait accompli.”

“What good would sharing my feelings have done? You still would have said no.”

“Yes, but we would have talked this out. You agreed that when you and I differed, I would have the final say. Do you think you should be able to pick and choose which rules you should follow?”

Sometimes, yeah, she did. “No,” she replied.

“Don’t you think there should be consequences for disobedience?”

In general, yes. Did she wish she could avoid those consequences, hell, yes! “I guess,” she muttered mutinously. She glanced at his face. He arched his eyebrows. Don’t make it worse for yourself. “I mean, yes, Rahm,” she amended in a more respectful tone.

He unlocked a drawer in his desk and extracted a paddle. “Here?” Cadence squeaked.

He pulled an armless wooden chair away from the small round meeting table adjacent to his desk and sat. “Lower your pants.”

“Rahm, please. Couldn’t we at least wait until tonight? At home?”

“I didn’t choose the time or venue, Cadence, you did.”

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Domestic Discipline Blurb:

Love, desire, domination, and submission. Two domestic discipline romances by USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol in one volume.

Wife on the Lam

Janelle wants to take a luxury vacation for her wedding anniversary. Despite numerous hints, husband Brent misses all the clues and plans a business trip! Miffed, she flies off alone to a luxury resort. She’s going to celebrate—with or without him.

Brent didn’t have to work. He’d planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but he’s not going to let her ruin their anniversary, too. He has a little trick up his sleeve to take his errant wife in hand and get their marriage back on track.

Rahm’s Way

Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahm’s love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, he’s home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants things exactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?

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USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes “nice and naughty” stories of love, romance, and humor featuring strong alpha heroes. She is a no. 1 bestseller in BDSM erotica, science fiction romance, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She is best known for her Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series and her Breeder D/s sci-fi romance series. She lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.

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Role Play – Our Intro to Domestic Discipline

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Welcome to the third edition of the Round Table Discussion – spanking hot topics, hosted by Spanking Romance Reviews.

Today’s topic is Role Play.

Anyone that knows me, knows I am energetic and slightly prone to over dramatizing at times. 😉

I love fantasizing, I love playing, and I love getting lost in a scene.  That’s probably why I love reading so much. It gives me the opportunity to escape reality, and is more socially acceptable than breaking into song and dance in the middle of the neighborhood.  (LOL, I wonder why I haven’t received any more Mary Kay and Juice Plus invitations.)

While I love acting and singing and loud chatting, my husband is the complete opposite.  He is the epitome of the Southern Gentleman.

  • You do not air your dirty laundry to anyone – not even your best friends.
  • You do not walk out of the house un-showered or in sweat pants. (He even showers before he mows the lawn!)
  • And you do not incorporate dirty language into bedroom activities.

Though we complement each other, we often find ourselves on different sides when it comes to certain matters.  I will go into more detail about our DD journey next time, but suffice it to say, it took a lot to convince him to try spanking as a form of discipline.  When he finally agreed to spank me, he couldn’t do it.  We agreed that he should not spank in anger, and he argued that he didn’t feel like spanking me if he wasn’t angry.

It was so confusing and overwhelming for both of us. Grrrr! I wanted him to spank me (for many different reasons, which I will expound on later).  But he wasn’t comfortable taking his hand to my bare bottom – no matter how much I egged him on. (And believe me, I pushed pretty hard at times.)

I learned about Role Play, while reading one of my “sexy” books, as he calls them.  Though that kind of interaction was more sexually based, I saw how it could be manipulated into a spanking scene.

It sounded so easy, and so wonderful! I pictured his stern face as he pulled me over his lap.  He would say words like “naughty girl”, and “bare bottom”, and “you won’t sit for a week…”. I would howl and beg for mercy from his hard hand, while he lectured me about proper lady like behavior, and would remind me that putting ex-lax in his sister’s coffee was VERY UNLADYLIKE.  Then he would paddle me until I sobbed.

This seemed like a pretty easy scene to play, so I brought it up to him one night.

“Honey, since you don’t like the thought of spanking me for anything but sex, let’s try some role play.  I’ll pretend to be a naughty wife. You pull me over your lap, and spank me as hard as you can. OK?”

It probably wasn’t the best idea for me to give him a “script” of what I wanted. I think my “topping  from the bottom” set him up for failure.  But being the loving husband that he was, he agreed to try.

He led me into the bedroom, and locked the door.

I pouted at him, stomped my foot, and called him a big bully. (I may have even stuck out my tongue. I don’t remember.)

He sat down on the bed, and yanked me over his lap, and said,

Young La…”

That was the furthest he got before dumping me to the floor, falling backwards on the bed, and giggling. Yes, my full grown, intense Alpha male, was giggling hysterically, and flailing on the bed!

I started laughing at the absurdity of the situation, and we both stared at each other’s red faces, and laughed until we cried.

It was by far, the silliest experience we had had in a long time.  (But it is still one of my favorite memories)

I am happy to say, that we finally worked it out. When we took out the extra drama (and the script), and just let things progress naturally, the scenes worked a lot better.

He still does not say anything during role play sessions. But he has improved in the nonverbal aspect. I love the way he maneuvers me over his lap, and holds me tightly. His hand is so hard and methodical- he makes sure not to leave a single inch of my backside untouched. He heats my body, thoroughly dominating and then satiating me.  It is so amazing to see the progress we have made, both in and out of the bedroom.

And because of those wonderful (and not so wonderful) role play sessions, he is now much more comfortable “discussing” issues with me.

** A discussion means a thorough bottom warming, just in case you were wondering.**

It still makes me laugh.  He can’t say the word “Spank”, but he has definitely figured out the physical side of it.

My Southern Gentleman is loosening up.

And I am leaving my scripts where they belong, on the laptop, ready to be made into fun stories.

I’m thinking the ex-lax in the Sister in Law’s Coffee scene is going to be a big hit, LOL!



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Round Table Discussion – week 1- Intro


I am so excited to be participating in a new feature over on the Spanking Romance Review Blog! An ongoing Round Table Discussion pertaining to hot button issues of the spanking community! Every two weeks we will discuss a new topic that is near and dear to the spanking community’s heart. After you read this blog head on over to SRR’s blog to see our debut post and find the links to the other participant’s responses!

And don’t forget to check out the other fantastic submissions by Renee Rose, Casey McKay, Natasha Knight, and Corinne Alexander.


This week’s set of questions is about the origin of our spanking desires, and the transition from fantasy to reality.


For those of you that don’t know me, my name is Katherine Deane.

I’m in a Domestic Discipline relationship with my husband of 15 years.

And I’m a Spanko.

I brought up DD to my husband, about a year and a half ago, because it felt like my last resort to save my marriage. I desired the communication and support. I needed the discipline. I wanted to be spanked.

It took us a while to really get comfortable with this new dynamic. It’s a bit of a long story, so I’ll leave it for another time.  But I am happy to say, we have finally hit a groove.

His taking over as HOH has helped us tremendously.  We don’t argue over stupid stuff anymore, because it’s impossible to argue with someone who is going to paddle your backside when you roll your eyes at him. (I have not improved much in the skillset of respectful communication. But I’m diligently working on it.  😉 )

The biggest issue in my new life, is my confliction over my spanking desires.

I love being spanked! (Well, not all the time. Punishments actually do hurt my feelings as well as my bottom.)

But I still yearn for it.

A good, hard, bare bottom spanking, turns me on.

It arouses me to just think about it.

Sometimes, I watch videos of women getting spanked, and I become so aroused I take my desires to my sleeping husband. (He wakes up kind of grumpy. I get a few swats out of it occasionally, and get both itches scratched. Mmmm, it’s wonderful.)

But it confuses me.

Spankings are supposed to be used for disciplinary purposes in DD.  And I have spent a lot of time over his knee, over the bed, leaning up against the wall, you name it… NOT being disciplined… enjoying every stinging, burning swat.

It’s taken me a while, to get over the fact that there is no black and white. There is no line.

I was actually more embarrassed to come out as a Spanko (online only J ), then it was for me to admit to being in a DD relationship.

But after reading some really great authors, meeting some awesome new spanking friends (especially, the women in this circle), and learning to be open about my desires, I came to the following conclusion:

It’s ok to not fit into the round hole.

I am happier now that I have embraced my true self, instead of fighting and shunning it.

I am a submissive in a husband – led, DD relationship.

I am a strong, sensual woman who loves my HOH.

And, I am a Spanko.

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