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Korey Mae Johnson visits with some hot role play

I am so excited to have Korey Mae Johnson visiting today with the book I have awaited practically “forever”!  Her Master’s Hand. I read the first story, Her Master’s Claim (originally  titled, Otherwordly Discipline), several years ago, and could not wait for the sequel. Holy cow, what happened to Charlotte? Poor Ashcroft… Yummy Moriarty…  I fell in love with Korey Mae’s writing style and world building, and because of that story, I realized that what I truly want to write is paranormal and fantasy. Her world building is amazing! And her characters… well, let’s just say that I am still thinking about them three years later.  This is next on my Kindle. I can’t wait to read this one!  Here she is 🙂

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Something I like to play around with between the Moriarty and Alice relationship is to make it actually like a relationship between a spanko couple. For people who like spankings for more than just patty-cake, and in a relationship where you can’t bait your husband to spank you too much because even in a spanko relationship, that sort of thing grows frustrating and tiring, especially for the man, a lot of people turn to role-play.

And that’s not a cop-out. Roleplay can be just as hot– and even hotter!– than the real deal. In the first book of the series, Moriarty and Alice meet by playing a roleplay that leads to hot spankings and sex. I wanted to show that they still embrace that… and they can make it hot. Hot and gratifying. I only hope my readers agree and enjoy!

Sneak Peek: 

His cigar dropped right off his bottom lip when she eventually came out of the bathroom. Metamorphosis complete—only instead of looking gracious, sexy, and rich, she was dressed like a naughty schoolgirl, complete with too much mascara, white knee-highs, penny loafers, and pigtails.

His cock was so excited that it didn’t know what to do with itself! Actually, his dick knew what it wanted to do, but it was taking so much blood out of his brain that he stammered for a moment, didn’t come up with the right words, and she stood in the doorway as if she was gloating.

Suddenly he looked at her confident I’m-sexy-and-I know-it expression and his lip curled up at one end. If bed sport was an actual sport, then he was a goddamned gold medalist. He would not be conquered in the bedroom. He was the one who would be drawing the gasps out in this activity!

He glanced at himself in the mirror, decided that he was also quite sexy—of course, even a monkey would look good in a tuxedo—and stood up, drawing his shoulders back.

“Miss DeMornay,” he said, adjusting his tie, which was out of place, probably pushed by his own Adam’s apple during his swallow when he saw what he was about to be cock-deep into within the next half-hour. “I’m on the way to a fundraising event for the school, and you know I have absolutely no time at all to deal with your shenanigans,” he said, putting on his best exasperated authority-figure voice. He didn’t want to be accused of missing a single beat in this role-play.

She blushed down to her toes, seeming to know where this was going. Spanking, at the least. That had to have been what she had in mind with that naughty little ensemble! “Good,” she finally said with confidence, drawing her head up with proud defiance. “Then don’t. It was just a couple of cigarettes, anyway. Besides, it’s not like you don’t imbibe. You stink like cigar smoke.”

He took the cue, but not the bait. She liked the way he smelled after smoking a cigar, and they both knew it. But that was real life. This—this was even better.

“I am a full-grown man, and I only smoke once a month. What I do is none of your concern, anyway, Miss DeMornay. You are a pupil under my guardianship. What you do concerns me, and what concerns your health concerns me, and what you do to blatantly break the rules of the school concerns me. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

“You’re in my business, but think yourself too high-and-mighty to actually do what you’re always telling us to, that’s clear.” She crossed her arms all-too-confidently across her chest, doing everything she could to give him fodder to enjoy the scene, but to give him plenty of reason for him to take her across his knee. He was, of course, the head master in this little play of theirs. “I’m only following your exemplary example.”

“Stop baiting me, Miss DeMornay,” he warned, but then gave her a smoldering look. “Or else I’ll start to think you like this.”

She blushed, but then rolled her eyes. “Like what?”

“Breaking the rules to get me to punish you constantly. At this point in time I might as well name my implement after you; it’s rarely used on anyone else. Tell me why?” He had put his body incredibly close to hers. She was forced to crane her head all the way up to look at him. Alice knew that this was a play, with lines, and she had the power to end the scene at any minute, yet he could still detect a small gulp. The sexual heat in the scene had suddenly increased tenfold and Alice must have felt that to, since her knees wobbled slightly, as the knees of girls who are exceptionally aroused are wont to do.

“I’m not breaking them on purpose,” she lied.

He raised one of his dark eyebrows theatrically, just to get her to squirm. “So you were caught smoking by accident, then?”

“Well, yes. I mean, no,” she said, looking confused for a moment. “I mean… I mean, I don’t want you to punish me at all.”

“Oh, so you just want me to make an exception for you, because you’re so important that the rules don’t apply?”

Her eyes narrowed. “No, I just—”

“You don’t think I’ll pull out the cane like I’ve done before?” He pinched her chin, which surely would have really been crossing a line if he actually was a headmaster of a finishing school, but good thing he wasn’t. Besides, they were about to cross a lot of lines if he had his say. “Now, you have to know me better than that by now.”


Blurb: 

For two decades, Maili has lived as the adopted daughter of the powerful demigod who saved her life and healed her broken body, but at last the time for her to wed has come. Yet the very thought of marrying the cruel warlord to whom her guardian has pledged her hand fills her heart with terror. She flees from her home in desperation, but her bid for freedom is foiled by an encounter with a decidedly grumpy yet undeniably enthralling wizard.

Twenty years have passed since that fateful day at the Hatchet Cliffs—years that have taken a far greater toll on Ashcroft than all the centuries before—and the once proud wizard has been reduced to hunting dangerous beasts to sell their magical venom like a wandering merchant. Thing go from bad to worse when he inadvertently captures a beautiful, feisty young witch who happens to be on the run from someone with whom even an immortal of Ashcroft’s power would rather not tangle.

Though he is determined to return her to her adoptive father and then take his leave of them both, something about Maili captivates Ashcroft, threatening to smash through the barriers he has carefully erected to reach the place in his heart that only one other woman has ever touched. But aside from the fact that so much as kissing Maili would incur the wrath of the most powerful being in this region of the world, can he bear to risk his heart being torn to pieces again?

Publisher’s Note: Her Master’s Hand is the sequel to Her Master’s Claim. It is an erotic romance novel which includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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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.
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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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Sometimes, a gal just wants to be spanked!

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

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

Sometimes a gal just needs to be spanked.

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

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

Spanking

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

I love spankings!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The point is I love thinking about IT,

Seeing IT,

Hearing IT,

And most of all, feeling IT.

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

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

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

I like to be spanked.

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

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

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

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

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

Spanking brings me back to life somehow.

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

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

My name is Katherine Deane.

I am a Spanko.

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