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Begging for a spanking: Rayanna Jamison’s new Corbin’s Bend novel

I am so excited about Rayanna’s new Corbin’s Bend book.  It tackles some pretty realistic topics, like post partum depression, and I can’t wait to read it. 🙂

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Blurb:

After a difficult delivery and birth of her daughter, control freak Ginger Davies, is losing control. She cares only for the care of her daughter and has no time or energy for anything else. Her home, business, and relationships are suffering. She knows something needs to change, but she is too overwhelmed to do anything about it. As someone who has always prided herself on being strong and capable, and disciplined, she can’t bring herself to admit what she is really going through.

 Her husband Beau has been content to take a break from domestic discipline to give Ginger the time and space she needs to recover, but he soon realizes that he’s not doing her any favors by letting things go. He realizes that break or no break, it’s time to regain control of his home and step up in a way that he never has before.

 

About Corbin’s Bend:

 Welcome to Corbin’s Bend, the first equity-cooperative housing development just for spankofiles. Thirty thousand acres in the mountains above Denver sits your dream come true. With 1000 home sites, several restaurants, a club house, theater, pool, and many other amenities, you will find yourself at home.

 Corbin’s Bend is the setting for a group of spanking romance novellas set in, where else? Corbin’s Bend, Colorado. A fictitious housing cooperative, Corbin’s Bend is unique in that everyone living there is into spanking, whether that be erotically or through domestic discipline. Just imagine, a place where nobody has to hide their particular spanking lifestyle.

 While reading any series in order is nice, Corbin’s Bend books can be read as stand-alones as well.

 

Excerpt :

“See, here’s the thing. I was more than willing to take a break. Aside from your temper, I’ve never had to worry much about you, and I figured I could trust you enough to keep yourself under control, and remember the heart of why we do this. But now, now you’re disobedient, you’re not living up to your responsibilities, you’re rude and belligerent, and you seem to enjoy throwing it in my face that I can’t spank you for it. The way I see it, you’ve been begging me to do just that.”

Ginger bit her lip, chewing it absently as she pondered his words. Is that what she had been doing? Shame rose up in her cheeks as she remembered her harsh words and defiant actions. It was just yesterday, but it seemed so long ago now. Nothing to put things in perspective like a first thing in the morning trip over your husband’s knee, she mused.

“Is that what you’ve been doing Ginger? Have you been begging for a spanking?”

She didn’t reply, still wrapped up in her own thoughts, she didn’t even realize he was asking her a question, until his hand stopped rubbing and came cracking down on her backside with all the force of a paddle. Damn, she had forgotten how hard his hands could be.

“Answer me, woman.” His hand went back, poised for impact, and she squeaked out her answer, bracing herself for the blow.

“No, I wasn’t, I wasn’t!” It didn’t seem to be the answer he was looking for, as his hand connected with her aching backside.

“Okay, okay, maybe I was! But, it wasn’t conscious!”

At her admission, his hand stilled, coming down softly to rest on her back. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Tell me, whose idea was it do domestic discipline?”

Ginger sighed. “Mine, Sir”

“And, whose idea was it to move to Corbin’s Bend?”

She could see where this was going, and it didn’t bode well for her. “Mine, Sir”

“Mmm-hmm” His finger pumped inside her, in and out of her tight hole. She clenched around it, hoping for relief, but he just pumped harder. “Whose idea was it to take a break, from any and all punishments, against the advice of our friends and mentors?”

“It was my idea.” Her voice sounded empty, even to her.

The pumping stopped, but the spanking began in earnest. His hand flattened against her bottom, again and again, peppering both cheeks with sharp swats, one after another, with no pause between. Dd may have been her idea, but damn, the man could spank.

“It seems to me,” he began, concentrating on reddening the crease between her thighs and bottom cheeks, “that we’ve been doing things your way for much too long. I’ve let you be in charge of everything, even this.”

 

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Rayanna Jamison is a spanking romance author. Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now resides in Southern Utah, where she likes to say she spends her days sipping mudslides and writing by the hot tub while the kids play. Her stories border on sweet, although they get slightly naughtier with each new story she writes. Her passion is to write about submission in its many forms, and the effects it has on relationships and lives.

 

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Saturday Spanks: Her Spanking Has Just Begun – Cassie and the Fire Captain

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It’s Saturday Spankings time! Which means I get to share some more from my brand new release, Cassie and the Fireman.

Cassie is over Eric’s lap.

And Eric is about to start a fire of his own – on her bare backside…

 

“Loosen up.” He patted her gently. “I don’t want to bruise you.”

 She nodded her head and softened her round cheeks, and he began again in earnest, spanking left, then right, then center, watching as each slap wiggled her fleshy backside. The rosy color intensified and he picked up the pace. He needed to make this a good, hard spanking, one that would release all of her guilt. Giving her a few more firm swats, he paused and lifted her to her feet.

 “Is it over?” she sniffled, rubbing her pink bottom.

 “The warm-up is.”

 

Blurb:

When twenty-four-year-old Cassie Stevens meets Eric Waters, her town’s hunky new fire captain, she assumes he is way out of her league. Cassie isn’t a beauty queen like her mother, and a mature, no-nonsense man like Eric would never be attracted to a fun-loving tomboy like her, especially considering her penchant for getting herself in trouble. So it comes as a shock when he stops by the diner where she works, steers her out of an altercation with some rude customers, and promptly asks her out on a date.

It doesn’t take Cassie long to realize that she has finally met the man of her dreams, and Eric seems to enjoy her sense of humor and playful ways. But after she pulls a foolish prank on him during their first date, he takes her over his knee for a spanking, and she quickly discovers how much a man’s firm hand can sting when applied to a naughty girl’s bare bottom.

Eric’s attention and affection make Cassie feel more loved than she has ever felt before, and despite her sore bottom, his discipline leaves her aroused and yearning to be his. But just as she’s about to give him her heart, it seems he’s no longer interested. Can Cassie put aside her fears and trust Eric, or will her doubts set off a chain of events which will tear their relationship apart?

Publisher’s Note: Cassie and the Fire Captain is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Making Vanilla Sex Kinky

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

 

Making Vanilla Sex Kinky

By Renee Rose

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

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

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

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

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

“So it’s about the sex.”

“I didn’t say sex —”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?” she giggled.

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

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

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

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

“Who is in charge?”

“You are! You are!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sir!”

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

She moaned, arching up, her eyelashes fluttering.

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

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

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

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

“Yesssss. God, yes!” she cried.

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

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

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

“I think I just need you,” she said.

His heart lurched.

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

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

Mob Mistress blurb

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

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

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

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

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

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Are we still playing? (Anal play vs punishment)

 

Ok, I know I am not officially part of SRR’s Round Table Discussion. But I had so many thoughts on this, and really wanted to say something. (I just got really busy with life stuff; bikeathons, Roman diorama’s…) 🙂

Corinne Alexander posted a fantastic topic. Anal play and punishment.

Wow, I certainly have some conflicting views on this topic. (Sometimes it depends on the mood I am in)

But mostly, it depends on the wording.

  • Punishment
  • Consent

The two most meaningful words for me in this discussion.

 

Consent:

First of all, I’ll just say that I find anal play in stories I read, to be highly erotic and arousing.

Holy cow, it’s hot! Especially when done in that grey area between consent and non-consent. (Like I said, it depends on the mood I am in, and whether or not the MC actually enjoys the receiving.)

Don’t get me wrong, I like the whole “No, I don’t want to… Mmmm, well, okay, maybe… yes! Yes! Yes!” dynamic. I know it is grey. If the character is written as concluding with a wonderfully drawn out happy climax, then I like it.

I like consent.

It doesn’t have to be verbal. It can be done physically, like a shifting of the hips, or a groan of approval, or a POV shift to show her transition to enjoyment.

So that’s where I stand with the word “consent”.

 

Punishment:

Punishment might mean something very different for me than for others. And that’s okay. We all have our own terms and definitions.

Some talk about playful punishment and the façade of domination and humiliation. Now that, for me is HOT. Definitely hot.

I love the idea of that fine line between pretend and reality, where my HOH is reacting so harshly, I have to stop for a second and ask, “Are you actually mad at me?”

Once he has winked and affirmed that we are in fact playing, I’m good to go.

Remember, I’m a people pleaser. The thought of someone close to me actually being that angry with me, hurts far worse than any punishment ever could.

So play – is hot!

But we don’t play as often as I would like. 😦

I’m not in a BDSM or playful relationship.

Our relationship is more along the lines of Domestic Discipline. (I’m going to stop labeling us, because our relationship is evolving and shifting.)

My husband is my HOH- my leader, my protector, sometimes, my teacher.

 

Our real punishments are not done for play. They are done to teach, correct, and help me release the guilt over a transgression.

Play, fun and pleasure are not a part of it.

I have given my blanket consent, by agreeing to be in this relationship.

So there really is no safe word, and the consent is there.

I just have to trust that he won’t abuse my vulnerable position.

 

I can see very good teaching points in some anal punishments:

  • Butt plug – holy cow, the humiliation and fear of being discovered, not to mention, the extreme discomfort… (Okay, we have not tried our set of plugs yet, but after trying some other penetration, I know I would not care for the feeling  :))
  •  Ginger root – Okay, been there done that! Yikes! That sucker gets so hot! I’ll admit, I was also extremely aroused by this play. But I can see how this would be an excellent punishment.

I’m good with each of those.

 

But when the terms punishment and pleasure come together- that’s where I have to draw the line in my relationship.

 

When my HOH delivers a punishment, it is about loving direction and guidance. It is about firmly teaching a value, or imprinting a necessary consequence.

(I’m about to get a little graphic. Be forewarned)

 

If my husband were to punish me for something we had previously agreed on – let’s use overspending as an example – I would submit to it, trusting he was punishing me for my own good.

If he chose to have me wear a butt plug during the day as a reminder to not overspend, I would understand, and wriggle around in my very tight jeans, and regret that stupid mishap at the Disney store.

Hehe, no worries. 🙂

If he were to embarrass me, and cause me extreme discomfort through figging, once again, no worries. I believe that would be within my realm of acceptance for a punishment.

 

BUT

If he we to decide to have anal sex with me as part of my punishment…

In other words, part of my punishment would be the act of his large penis penetrating my very tight and hurting, bottom hole.

AND

He were to become not only aroused by this act, but would also take pleasure in it, by climaxing…

 

Then in my mind, he would be taking pleasure in my punishment. He would be climaxing and enjoying hurting me.

 

My punishment is about learning and repenting.

My punishment should not give him pleasure.

If he takes pleasure from hurting me, then it will hurt me more than anything in the world.

Remember, I am a woman with high emotional needs.

So punishment with pleasure could not work for me without scarring me, and taking away something very important from our relationship.

My trust.

 

I have to trust that he will impart wisdom and strength in his leadership of me.

 

I know my view, and definition and needs are different than everyone else’s. So I choose not to judge my friends and their fetish. Whatever turns them on, and is agreed upon- hey, I won’t judge. 🙂

 

But for me and my relationship, it all comes down to the wording and the moment.

 

Anal play – HOT!

Anal play in fiction, when done in a way that shows some form of consent? – Whoa, momma! Definitely hot!

 

Anal punishment in real life – not necessarily hot. But acknowledged as a good device.

 

Anal sex in real life punishment – NOT! Not hot for me, not acceptable in my relationship. Hurtful to me and the relationship.

 

Ok, there’s my take.

🙂

Please be kind with your responses. It’s okay to respectfully agree to disagree. But I feel pretty vulnerable right now, having been so open.

Thanks!

Hugs!

(I included the round table link at the top. There are a ton of other fantastic posts. Feel free to stop by and see the other viewpoints 🙂 )

 

Summer Spanks – Scorching hot teachers and hot bottoms to match!

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Welcome to Summer Spanks 2014! There are a ton of prizes to win on the main site page! All you have to do is comment below (with your email address, please), and you will automatically be entered into the main prize drawings.

Thank you to our hosts, Saturday Spankings and Spanking Romance Reviews, and our awesome prize donators!

I will also be giving out a few prizes, myself. One winner will get an e-copy of one of my books (The Coach’s Discipline or The Winter Storm). Another winner  will receive a $5 gift certificate to Blushing Books. Don’t forget to leave your email address.

Have fun and enjoy the spankings!

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(I know, I said from the get-go, I wasn’t going to do a school story. I was going to do a summer one, no matter what! Well, these characters just popped into my head, and begged for a little action, so I had to oblige. All characters have agreed to be “used” in this forum. 🙂 And I even found some cool visuals to go with the piece. Enjoy!)

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Katherine sat at her little desk twirling her blonde hair between two fingers, scowling at her best friend, Corinne, who was happily scribbling out a rough draft.

The first day of class at Saint Larrup’s school for authors was proving not only to be boring and unproductive, but also frustrating as all hell.

“How’s your character sketches coming, authors?” The handsome, stern teacher, Mr. Sterling called from the front of the room.

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“It’d be a lot better if someone wasn’t stealing my men.” Katherine grumbled and kicked Corinne’s feet.

“Ungh! What was that for,” Corinne glared and whispered.

“You know I wanted the hot 32 year blond werewolf hunk for my petite brunette pixie.” Katherine said angrily.

“Well,” Corinne smiled sweetly, “I’m using a 32 year old blond fireman for my petite brunette lawyer. It’s completely different. Suck it up, whiner.”

“Yeah, Katherine, completely different. One’s contemporary, the other’s, what the hell do you call a mixture of paranormal and fantasy anyway.” Their friend, Adaline laughed.

Whack!

A long ruler cracked down on Adaline’s desk, startling all the women.

“Ladies. Eyes on your papers, mouths closed, please,” The assistant professor, Miss Pandora Blake, gave them a firm scold.
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Katherine’s cheeks flushed red, hating being called out in front of the whole class.

Natasha stifled a giggle, and shook her head.

“Goody goody.” Katherine nudged Natasha’s seat, tapping her plaid backside with her saddle shoes. “You know, you don’t always have to sit up front.” Katherine whispered.

“Good girls always sit up front,” Natasha winked.

“Good girl, my a—“

“How’s the sketch coming, Ms. Deane?” Mr. Sterling‘s cool eyes bore into Katherine’s, and she hiccupped nervously. “Working on it, sir.”

Grrr! Katherine crumpled up her page of scribbled paper, and tossed it aside. Unfortunately, it popped off Corinne’s head.

“What now?” Corinne rolled her eyes and glared.

“I have writer’s block. I can’t write anything now.” She huffed under her breath, and turned her attention back to her empty paper when Mr. Sterling turned her way again.

When both the handsome professor and his sexy assistant teacher were well into a quiet conversation about dialog tags, Katherine handed Corinne a note.

Give me the blond hottie!!!!!!!

Hell No! 🙂 came the written reply

You suck!

And you swallow, 🙂 🙂 🙂 Corinne giggled when she passed the note back, infuriating Katherine even more.

“I need my own hottie!” Katherine hissed.

“You need to learn share!” Corinne whispered, getting angry.

“You need to ‘pants’ more.” Katherine glared.

Adaline giggled. “Ooh, the pantser’s on a roll!”

Well,” huffed Corinne, “You could try a little plot outlining once in a while instead of calling me at one am to tell me about all your ideas.”

“I need to talk them out!” Katherine barely kept her angry words as a whisper.

“Pantser and a plotter, sitting in a tree…” Adaline sang.

“Ooh,” Renee Rose leaned in, excited, “You two should kiss!”

Casey McKay grumbled, “Just get the fight over with already before you get us all in trouble.”

“Fine.” Corinne smiled. “I’m just going to plot out the best way to use my blond hottie.”

Arrrrgh!” Katherine stood in a rage, and grabbed Corinne’s dark ponytail, and yanked.

Corinne stood and both women faced off in a showdown of vicious dialog tag comments and hair pulling.

All hell broke loose.

“Fight, fight, fight!” Casey jumped onto the top of her desk with a loud “Woohoo! Elbow her in the chest! Yeah!”

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Tara shook her head, smiling. “That’s a fret.”

Renee and Adaline broke into loud peals of laughter, and egged on the two women as Casey worked the class into frenzied shouts. She had just started the class on a huge stadium wave, when a loud piercing whistle cut through the classroom.

A very angry teacher folded his arms across his chest, glaring at the women in the center of the room.

“Who started this?” he asked, his voice deadly quiet, and very scary.

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All hands in the room pointed to Katherine and Corinne.

“If you ask me, sir, I think you should plug them both.” Natasha gave an angelic smile of perfect white teeth, and handed him two silicone plugs from her backpack.

His incredulous look, caused her to shrug as she smiled. “I carry them with me wherever I go. You know never know when you might need one.”

“Plug them! Plug them! Plug them!” Casey jumped up and down and shouted in a frenzy, until Mr. Smith took her by the ear.

He led her to a corner in the classroom, swatting her bottom. “No more getting everyone worked up, Ms. McKay. This is not a derby match.” He swatted the back of her plaid skirt. “You stay here, quietly.”
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He worked his way back to the center of the room, and all eyes looked to the floor, except for Tara Finnegan’s.

“Oy, Teach! I need to use the jacks.” (Irish slang for using the restroom) She stood and grinned at the large man in front of her.

“I think, Ms. Finnegan,” he glanced at the pack of cigarettes hanging in her lacy, black garter belt. Her plaid skirt was two inches shorter than the rest of her classmates showing off her cigarettes and accentuating her killer black combat boots. “that a trip to the bathroom has nothing to do with using the facilities.”

“Ah, feck! Sure look it.” (acceptable Irish response for pretty much anything) She winked.

He gave her a quick swat across the back of her short skirt, before she left the room.

 schoolgirl spanking by teacher

 

It seems some other young ladies are in need of a refresher course in school etiquette.” He addressed the class. “Ms. Scott,” he called out to the new exchange student, Erica Scott, who was still in the other corner, holding her skirt above her waist, her bottom blooming red, “Please explain to the class your experience with the lexan paddle.”

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She winced and rubbed her red cheeks. “On a scale of one to five, sir, I would call it a 4.5. That mother hurt.”

“We’ll conclude your session after class, Ms. Scott. Please pull up your panties, and return to your desk.

 

Ms. Alexander, Ms. Deane, front and center.”

“Did you forget this class uses corporal punishment?” Corinne whispered to Katherine as they marched to the front of the room.

“I forgot about that. Nuts!” Katherine scowled.

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Ladies, please bend over and place your hands on the desk.” He said, pulling the long wooden paddle from the wall.

He rolled up their plaid skirts, so their cotton panties were in view for everyone to see.

“What have we here?” He patted Katherine’s backside.

Gah! Katherine had forgotten about the white panty rule. “Um, they’re Underdog, sir.” She flushed.

“Are these the appropriate apparel for St. Larrup’s school uniform.” He patted her panties, squeezing her left cheek.

“N-no, sir.” She shuddered.

Well. They will just have to come off.” He stripped them down her legs faster than she could say Sweet Polly Purebred, and the cool air rushed between her bottom cheeks.

He nudged her feet apart, and she knew her classmates were now getting a full view of every bit of her most intimate parts. Gawd, how embarrassing!

“How many strokes should these naughty girls get for disrupting class?” He asked aloud.

“Fifty! And the plugs!” Natasha’s breathless voice squealed.

He took Natasha by the ear, and placed her in the corner, “Nose right here, Ms. Knight. And not another word about plugs.”

Natasha groaned as he swatted her hard and positioned her, giving her a few more hard swats. “I’ll deal with you after class, Ms. Knight. Bring your plugs.”

“Yes, sir.” She nodded and pressed her nose to the corner.

“All right, ladies, are you ready for your paddling?”

He asked the question to Corinne and Katherine, but it was Adeline’s excited “Oh yeah! Spankings, then oral sex!” that left the class in titters.

“Come here, Ms. Raine. We have another corner for you.” Miss Blake said, pressing Adeline’s nose into the third corner while peppering her rear end with the ruler.

Mr. Sterling turned to the class, his dark eyes aggressive and dominant, causing all the women to lower their eyes and shiver.

Renee was the only one who seemed angry about the whole incident, sitting cross armed with her mouth set in a firm line as she watched him stride toward the bottoms he was about to heat.

Jealousy, perhaps?

“I’m the one with the hot school girl pic for my avatar.” She mumbled.

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Do you have a problem with this, Ms. Rose?”

“No. Sir.” She bit out and glared at him sullenly.

“Very well.”

He picked up the paddle again, and tapped Corinne’s pantied bottom softly, caressing it gently, before bringing it down in a sharp loud crack.

She flinched and shuffled on her feet.

He brought the paddle down again, twice more, and she groaned and pressed her cheek into the hard wood desk.

When Katherine felt the cool wood tap her already bare bottom, she clenched involuntarily.

“Relax.” He said, tapping the underside of her cheeks until she softened. “Rear up a bit more, please, Ms. Deane.”

 

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She pressed her bottom up, and held her breath, waiting for the hard wood to make impact.

Crack!

The sound startled her before the searing pain seeped into her nether regions.

Whack!

He struck both cheeks hard and fast, and she choked on a breath.

The heat built in her poor bottom quickly as he paddled her quick and hard, leaving no part of her white bare bottom untouched.

Her howls and pleading fell on deaf ears as he paddled her hard, again and again, until she sagged over the desk, sobbing.

She could barely hear Corinne’s yelps and cries over her own labored breaths.

Oh my gosh, this dreadful teacher had ravaged her ass! And now he was doing the same to her best friend.

“Stop!” She called out, and the loud cracks of the paddle ceased. “It’s my fault.” Katherine cried, turning her tear filled eyes toward her best friend. “You can have the blond hottie. I’ll pick someone different.”

“No, it’s okay. You take him I can always plot out something different.” Corinne sniffled and reached for her hand.

Or,” their teacher’s voice cut in smoothly as he stroked both their sore bottom cheeks. “You could work together on a tandem story. You could mix your pantsing with Corinne’s plotting.”

Natasha giggled from her corner, “You could call it plantsing, sir.” This received a few good girl swats with his palm.

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Best idea I’ve heard all day,” Katherine groaned as she placed her hands onto her sore hot bottom. “May we go back to work, sir?”

“Yes, you may.” He patted them each one last time, pulled up Katherine’s panties, and unfolded both of their short skirts.

“Ladies, you may all return to your desks.” He addressed the women in the corners.

Katherine thought she heard Natasha mumble something about butt plugs, as she, Adaline and  Casey returned to their desks.

“All right, class. We are going to stop character sketches and work on a new project, outlining a story. Here’s your premise.”

He wrote in big block letter on the chalk board, and the entire class groaned and flushed when they read the subject.

 

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Well, isn’t that the bomb sauce?” Muttered Renee from behind Katherine.

Mr. Sterling smiled.

“I almost forgot the visual cue. Ms. Blake …?” He led his assistant to the center of the room and sat her in a hard backed chair facing the classroom.

He pointed at Renee and gave her a knowing smile. “Care to do the honors, Miss Rose?”

“My panties are already down,” she said, taking his hand, as he led her to the seated assistant.

“Over Miss Blake’s lap, please.”

The class watched Renee position herself over the assistant’s lap, smiling from ear to ear.

“All right class, let’s begin. “

Miss Blake raised her hand, preparing for the first strike on Renee’s upturned, bare bottom, and everyone leaned forward in anticipation of the visual that would get them all writing, happily.

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Excited students clamored outside the door, fighting over a tiny peek through the window.

“Man,” Sarah Young pouted, “I am so taking that class next year!”

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Claimed by the Wolf – Hot Days Hotter Nights Blog Hop

Welcome to the Hot Days Hotter Nights Blog Hop! Steamy excerpts, great prizes, you have come to the right place!

One random commenter from my blog will also win a $5 gift certificate to Amazon. Please leave your email in a comment below. (e.g. katherinedeane40 at gmail dot com). 🙂

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The following excerpt comes from a fun paranormal / fantasy I co-wrote with Renee Rose and Casey McKay, The Winter Storm: An Ever After Chronicle.

Don’t worry, even though it takes place during a blizzard, things have really heated up between Jillian and her new mate – wolf shifter, Bertram.

Enjoy!

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He had meant for this to be a punishment, but there was no way he could hold off any longer. The sight of her bare bottom contracting around the ginger, her legs slick with her juices, and the way she had rubbed her swollen pussy against the bed—he needed to be inside her. Now.

He stroked her soft skin and spanked one side, then the other, watching the pink build in her beautiful ass as she rocked back and forth. She kicked her legs and groaned, and he saw her beautiful pussy weeping, begging for release. He leaned forward and took a deep breath, imbibing the scent of her arousal. He flicked her swollen nub, and she cried out in ecstasy.

He threw her onto her back and watched her eyes dilate as he grabbed her wrists in his hands, pressing them into the mattress above her head. She shivered and swallowed hard, and the scent of her arousal increased.

“I want you, Jillian,” he growled.

“I—I want you too,” she stuttered in a combined state of arousal and something else. Fear?

“If I take you now, it’s going to be rough, hard. I need to mate with you, claim you as my own.” He paused to gauge her reaction, but her gaze never wavered.

She raised her head and looked him square in the eyes. “I’m yours to claim.”

“Forever? ‘Til death do us part?”

“How about happily ever after?” she beamed, and her eyes shone with love.

He growled and nuzzled her cheek. “Thank you. This part is going to satisfy my animal urges. I’m going to mark you and claim you as my own.”

“I understand,” she nodded.

“I promise, I won’t harm you.” He smelled her fear.

“Claim me, Wolfe,” she breathed as she pressed her groin up into his.

He growled and ripped her nightgown down the center, leaving her naked body prey to his. He unzipped his jeans, and his cock sprung free. His animal instincts took over, demanding to conquer and claim what was his.

His. Mate.

He barely kept control as he seized her hips and pulled her towards him. The wolf inside called to him, stronger than ever, to let go of everything except the need. His mate’s voice sung to him, begging him to conquer her in every way possible, and his blood boiled as his body shook with passionate rage.

He met her eyes and in one full stroke impaled her tight sheath. Her cries were as loud as his howls as he pumped in and out, knowing nothing other than his animal side. He yanked her head to the side, sank his fangs deep into her neck, and breathed in her essence. She sagged to the mattress as he licked her wound and fucked her, melding her soul with his. He roared as he came, pumping into her hard and fast, until he had nothing left and fell on top of her.

They were mated.

He withdrew his fangs and pressed his lips to the spot he had bitten. She shuddered and whimpered quietly as his senses slowly came back. He carefully withdrew from her and watched her wince.

“Sorry.” He kissed her red, tear-filled eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she nodded, still trying to catch her breath. “You were right.”

He felt a cold wave of dread come over him. She hated him, what he was, what he had done to her.

“I’m so sorry, Jillian.” He pulled his body off hers and tried to sit up, but she quickly pulled him back to her.

“Look at me,” she said with a power much like their time together in Stepmother’s play room. “I’m not angry. You warned me what it would be like. And yes, it hurt a lot.”

He winced.

But it didn’t harm me.” She looked deep into his eyes and pulled him down so she could kiss his forehead. “I’m okay.”

He felt something salty on his lips and felt the warm drops slide down his cheeks. “I can’t be something I’m not. Sometimes, I might need to…”

His head was yanked back suddenly by her firm grip in his hair. “I know that, Wolfe. And sometimes I’ll need to be spanked or punished. It doesn’t mean it won’t hurt sometimes. But I know in my heart you will never really harm me. Do you understand?”

He laughed and cried at the beauty of what she had said. His mate was perfect for him. “Yes, ma’am. I understand.”

She released his hair and kissed him hungrily, devouring his lips in hers. “Good. Now man up. And take me how I need to be taken.” Her eyes lowered and she winced. “A little gentler this time?” she whispered.

“I’ll be gentle, sweet girl.” He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly against his body. “I’ll be gentle.”

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Maren Smith talks candidly with a fan girl – (me :) )

I am so excited to have one of my favorite authors here today for our first interview together. It has taken me a while to work up the courage to ask her for an interview, because I have been a huge fan girl ever since I learned about my spanko nature. 🙂 But I finally worked up the courage to ask her, and she graciously agreed! We are splitting our talk today between my new favorite Corbin’s Bend book (Last Dance for Cadence), and another favorite series from her, Masters of the Castle in order to compare and contrast my favorite series. Hope you enjoy!

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(quick update: I just read her new Corbin’s Bend Book, Last Dance for Cadence, and loved it! It was amazing!!! Definitely pick up your copy today. You won’t be disappointed. 🙂 ) (Here is my review of the book. 🙂 )

Katherine Deane:  I have probably mentioned this a few times already, but I love your work, and am super stoked about the release of your latest book, #8 in the Corbin’s Bend series, Last Dance for Cadence. How is this different than your Masters of the Castle books? How is it similar?

Maren Smith: Apart from the obvious (that Corbin’s Bend is a series tackled by eight different authors), I really don’t think it is different. In Masters of the Castle, it’s a vacation spot; in Corbin’s Bend, it’s a neighborhood and a way of life. In both places, BDSM and all related activities are viewed as perfectly normal and acceptable. You don’t have to worry about your neighbor calling the cops, or your friends (or spouse) finding out and thinking you’re weird. It feeds that desire everybody has to be accepted for who and what they are, wherever they are. It’s fictional, but you don’t want it to be. By the end of a MotC book, you want to pack your bags and go on vacation. By the end of a Corbin’s Bend book, you want to pack up your house and go live there.

Katherine Deane: Would you say that Corbin’s Bend is more DD, and MoC is more BDSM, D/s?

Maren Smith: Yes, I would, but only by necessity. Some of my Masters do practice DD in their everyday lives. Sam, Marshall and Jackson absolutely do. They are the bosses of their households. Kade is more apt to keep his dominance and her submission in the fun zones. While he won’t hesitate to give Chelsea what she needs when she needs it, he’s more into saving the spankings for sex and good times and talking out the rest. Parker would like to have a DD relationship, but since Sinclair is still freshly plucked from the vanilla world, he hasn’t done more than threatened her with a “real” spanking. In one of the next few books though, he’s going to hit that point where he’s all done issuing threats and their kinky relationship goes all the way into DD. But this isn’t really what the Castle is about. By necessity, the Castle encompasses all parts of BDSM because it is a public vacation resort.

Corbin’s Bend is a neighborhood. It’s all about family and that by it’s very intimacy makes it all about DD.

Katherine Deane: What other sub genres do you write in?

Maren Smith: I write in all kinds of genres. Under erotica, I have ageplay/petplay books, non-con and harder core BDSM stories that I wrote when I was a teenager and so keep it under a separate pen name. I even write mainstream fantasy/sci fi romances. And in the next year, I’ve got a new steampunk series coming out under my spanking pen name. 🙂 I’m excited about that one.

Katherine Deane: Steam punk?  That is going to be awesome! Keep us posted, please. So, what’s your favorite?

Maren Smith: DD. Hands down. It was my first love. It’s how I met my husband and how I live in real life. I like the intimacy of hands, hair brushes, wooden spoons and OTK; a belt being whipped from belt loops and doubled over or having to go outside to cut your own switch; standing in the corner, bending over the bed that under any other circumstance you might be making love in but over which your spouse is now going to discipline you…these are my favorite fantasy scenarios.

Katherine Deane: Mmmm, you are speaking my language so perfectly.I love the intimacy of DD also. Let’s talk about flawed characters for a moment. I love that your characters are imperfect. It makes them seem realistic, which as odd as it sounds with my escapism attempts in these books, I really look forward to that fine line of realism.

Maren Smith: I love flawed characters too. I love them because they feel more real to me. Nobody is perfect and they shouldn’t be in books either. Cadence is flawed…She used to be a dancer until she was involved in a car accident that shattered both her knees. Now that part of her life is over and it’s everything she can do just to get through a day without falling. Kade was flawed, but in different ways. He was self-medicating his increasing dissatisfaction with Castle life by embarking on one one-night-stand after another after another after…ad nauseum.

Katherine Deane: Do you really try out everything you write about?

Maren Smith: Yes, I do. If I’m going to put my character through it, I want to know what it feels like. It’s not until you actually do it that you realize the process by which it happens and how it really feels. I’m scared to death of electricity. Electricity is magical, it lives in walls, and it will kill you. My mother told me that, and an error in childhood judgment and a bobbypin forever cemented in my brain that she was right. I’ve never gotten over that fear, but when I thought about doing a violet wand scene in Kaylee’s Keeper, I approached a dominant at my local munch, told him I was scared to death and asked him to show me how it works. That first time, he just had me touch the different nodes to see how each one felt and get used to the idea. I’ve since had three violent wand scenes. It’s not for me, but I’ve still done it.

The same with flogging, although with completely different results. I love spanking. The idea of being hit anywhere but the butt, however, was my biggest turn off for years. Then I decided to do a flogging scene in Saving Sara. I absolutely knew I was going to hate it, but I got on the cross over the course of a few months I did it three times with three different doms so I could get a range of experiences. And I found out, that flogging is actually very erotic, cathartic and a lot of fun. I still love spanking, but I’ll hop up on the cross any time.

So yes, if there is a scene in my book, I’ve done it. Three times, in fact. Because three times is what it takes to get a good range of experiences and sensations.  If it’s just mentioned in passing, I probably haven’t done it. Yet.

Katherine Deane: That is so awesome! You are really are dedicated to your craft! I have so many other questions for you, but will need to hold them for another day. 🙂

Thanks for chatting with me so openly about your writing and your different books. I loved Last Dance For Cadence, and am looking forward to your next one!!

Maren Smith: Thanks so much for doing this, Katherine. 🙂 Yay! I got interviewed!

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This is a great excerpt! Cadence is about to receive her first chastisement from Marcus.

Coming into the room behind her, Marcus closed and then locked the door. Without a word, he took the cane away from her, laying it down upon his desk before clamping his warm hand onto the back of her neck. Careful not to propel any faster than she could move, he marched her into the nearest corner. Or rather, because the actual corner was taken up by a coat rack, he parked her next to it with her nose positioned not two inches from the anatomy poster hanging on the wall. She was so startled, all she could do was stare in shock at the musculature of the human body, while behind her, in soft and serious tones, Marcus said, “You are their nanny, but I am their father. Don’t ever countermand my authority in front of them again, is that clear?”

“I wasn’t—” She stopped with a start when he shifted his grip from her neck to her shoulder.

“Do you want to get your bag and return to Venia’s?” he asked, his question every bit as firm as a demand.

Although he didn’t actually say it, Cadence knew what he was really asking. An explosion of phantom sensations shot up the backs of her thighs and spread out like a wave across her bottom.

Was he going to spank her? Right now? She was a grown woman. This could not be happening! And why did this feel like excitement rather than anger or dread? She wasn’t excited by this, the prospect of his hand clapping hard down across her bottom. Surely not!

“No,” she said, her throat so tight that it came out raspy and hoarse.

He swatted her, sending an entirely different and anything but phantom explosion of sensation biting into the round curve of her right buttock. The impact jolted out her hips and buckled her knees. She caught the wall at the same time Marcus caught her.

“Steady,” he said, soft and calm, a tone that was at complete odds with the force that had been behind that breath-taking swat.

Cadence hugged the wall, holding herself as steady as she could, her legs shaking under her in a way that had absolutely nothing—nothing at all—to do with her messed up knees. And it wasn’t over yet. How could it not be over? Her brain scrambled to make sense of it when he shifted his hold on her, wrapping one strong arm around her waist to help hold her, positioning his body to bolster her own before continuing. His hand clapped hard across her left bottom cheek, not once now but twice. She lost her composure to a yelp, more startlement than pain, when the fourth and last spank bounced back off her right side, and suddenly everything fell very silent and very still.

Her heart was a thundering storm inside her chest.

His heart was steady and calm. She knew because she could feel its heady beat where her shoulder pressed against his chest. It was like being hugged by a furnace. Everywhere he touched her burned.

His spanking hand came to rest at the small of her back. She had never been so intensely aware of how close a man was to touching her bottom, not ever before in her life.

In that calm, no-nonsense voice of his, Marcus said, “Don’t ever countermand my authority in front of my children again, is that clear?”

“Yes, sir.” The response was as instantaneous as it was startling to hear. Those servile words simply fell right out of her mouth, as if she said them all the time. Up until this exact moment, she hadn’t thought once about giving Marcus that kind of deference. But it came out so naturally and filled up the situation between them with such earth-shaking significance that she didn’t know if it were even possible to take them back again.

“Can you hold yourself up?”

She nodded, but she honestly didn’t know what would happen when he let her go. “I’m fine,” she whispered. “I’m fine.”

His fingers trailed right up her spine, and a long, slow shiver followed with it. When he reached her shoulder, he gave it a comforting squeeze. She didn’t know how to reconcile that kind of comfort with what he’d just done. There were a lot of things she didn’t know just then.

Marcus let her go. Assuming he was going to leave her there, she didn’t turn around. But a half second later, she startled all over again when she heard the soft thump and felt the slight bump of a wooden chair tucking right up behind her.

“Hold still,” he said, as he reached around her waist. And Cadence did. She held perfectly still, even as the incredible shock of what he was doing bounced through her mind all over again.

She felt the button at her pants release, heard the metal teeth of her zipper clicking down its track and still she couldn’t believe he was stripping her out of her jeans even when he tugged, shucking them straight down her thighs. Her underwear followed, leaving her entire backend chilling in the very sudden, breezy absence of cover.

“Sit,” he told her.

Her knees buckled when she tried, and Cadence more collapsed onto the chair he’d positioned behind her.

“Naughty bottom on the seat,” he said, before tapping an invisible spot on the wall directly in front of her. “Nose right here.”

Did he mean that figuratively or…?

Cadence bent uncertainly, but he didn’t correct her, not even when she touched the tip of her nose to the off-white paint of the wall.

“You have five minutes of timeout. I’ll come and get you when you’re done. If you come out of this corner before then, I will put you over my knee and I will spank you for real.”

That hadn’t been real? “Did you hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” she said again.

 

Last dance for cadence

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

The Anatomy of a Spanking.

 

 

Favorite actions taken by dominant partner:

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

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

 

Favorite descriptions:

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

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

 

 

Favorite physical implements used by dominant partner:

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

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I have tried most of these.

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

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

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

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

 

Favorite terms for parts of the body being spanked:

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

 

Phrases I love:

“You won’t sit for a week!”

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

“Little girl…”

“I’m gonna spank you so hard…”

“Bend over.”

“Drop your pants.”

“And your panties.”

“do we need to have a discussion?”

“Bring me the hairbrush.”

“That’s strike three.”

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

“Young lady…”

“Do you remember what happens to brats who…”

“Come. Here.”

“I warned you.”

“That was just the warm up.”

“Stop yer’ fussing.”

“Take your punishment.”

“Good girl.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Of course you’re forgiven.”

“I love you.”

I warned you

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

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

 

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

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Natasha Knight bares another woman’s bottom – with me in mind :)

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Hi Katherine,

Thanks for having me here today to share an excerpt from my latest release, The Firefighter’s Girl. I chose this scene with you in mind – what that says, well…we can discuss later!

 

In this scene, Rebecca and Sawyer are going to her lawyer’s house for a meeting. Sawyer and John (her lawyer) are friends and Sawyer knows that John and his wife lead a domestic discipline marriage. Watch what happens when Rebecca has just a glimpse at a scene into John’s private life:

 

It was two rings of the doorbell before John answered the door. Rebecca watched while he threaded his belt through the loops of his pants.

 “Sorry you had to wait. Had a bit of an issue to deal with,” John said, buckling the belt.

 “No worries, John,” Sawyer said.

 Rebecca looked on in confusion. Something was off.

 “Good to see you both, come on in.”

 The minute they walked in the door, she knew what it was that was off. Both she and Sawyer looked directly at the woman who stood against the wall with her jeans and panties down around her ankles, her arms clasping opposite elbows at her back holding her shirt up above her waist. Her bottom was striped a wicked red.

 After Rebecca’s initial shock at the scene she stood witnessing, her glance went back first to John, then to his belt and then back to meet his eyes.

“Suzy was struggling with something we’ve been working on over the last months,” John explained as he closed the door behind them. “I’m sorry your first meeting with her will be with a view of her backside on display, Rebecca, but naughty girls get spanked and they stand in the corner with their punished bottoms on display, even if it happens to be when we have company. Those are the rules in my house.”

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It’s a naughty excerpt but there it is… I hope you enjoyed it.

 

 Oh my heck, Natasha! That was wicked and naughty and yummy… Yes, I loved it! Starting this today! Thanks for sharing!

– Katherine Deane

The Firefighter’s Girl

When twenty-eight-year-old Rebecca Banks learns that her next physical therapy patient is none other than Sawyer Hayes, she stays professional, but deep down she can’t help but panic. She hasn’t seen Sawyer for ten years, and their last meeting ended with him giving her a spanking she would never forget. Now Sawyer is the fire chief in the small town that has become her home, and it is an injury sustained in the line of duty which has brought him back into her life.

Even as he works hard on his recovery, Sawyer’s mind is on something else—repairing Rebecca’s trust in him. When her deadbeat boyfriend and his family implicate her in a serious crime and she’s sent to the local jailhouse to await trial, Sawyer pays her bail and brings her home with him under the condition that she obeys him… and that disobedience will have consequences.

Rebecca agrees, but when she defies her self-appointed guardian she soon finds that a hard, bare-bottom spanking is far from the most embarrassing punishment Sawyer is prepared to employ. Though Sawyer’s punishments leave her with cheeks blushing as red as her well-spanked bottom, they also ignite feelings and desires she never knew she had, and soon his fierce need to dominate and lead her is matched by her growing need to obey him.

Rebecca and Sawyer’s newfound romance grows quickly, but the stress of preparing for her upcoming trial continues to build and she fears the verdict will send her to prison. Can her firm-handed firefighter protect her, or will she be torn from his loving arms?

Publisher’s Note: The Firefighter’s Girl is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

You can read Chapter One here

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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.

***

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!

🙂