Protecting His Pet by Measha Stone.

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After her brother’s life of crime is brought to a sudden end, twenty-two-year-old Kara Jennings fears she may be the next target of the men who killed him. It comes as a shock, however, when she is taken captive by a mysterious man who promises to keep her safe but quickly demonstrates that he will not hesitate to punish her in any way he sees fit if she disobeys him.

Devin Stinger is certain there is something important that Kara is refusing to share with him—something related to her brother’s death—and he is fully prepared to be as firm as necessary to get her to tell him the truth, even if that means stripping her bare, spanking her hard and thoroughly, and keeping her caged like a pet.

Despite her shame at being made to kneel naked at her captor’s feet, eat from his hand, and surrender her body to him completely, Devin’s dominance leaves Kara helplessly aroused and yearning for him to master her even more thoroughly. When he brings her to the edge of an intense climax only to leave her desperate and wanting, her need for him to claim her properly compels Kara to confess the secret her brother shared with her before his death. But will that information help Devin protect his beautiful pet or will it ultimately put her in greater danger?

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“Time for your shower.” He grinned and started to head back toward the house.

“Here?” she called to him, and he didn’t bother responding. He’d just tied her to a fucking tree, where did she think she was having it?

It was pretty warm for a fall day, which was good—for her.

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open when he headed back toward her carrying the hose in one hand and a bucket in the other.

“No. No. Not a hose.”

Funny how she thought she had the right to demand anything from him at that moment. After she’d sliced him. After she’d spit at him. After she’d fought and clawed at him. Between the two of them, she had been the most violent.

“Oh, yes, the hose. That’s how I clean my pets, peaches.” Her intake of breath at how he referred to her wasn’t lost on him. Such a little sound really. Most men wouldn’t even notice it, but not Devin. No, he not only noticed it, he basked in those little sounds. The hums, the shocked gasps, the painful cries, the soft murmurs of pleasure, all if it stroked his arousal to an almost painful point.

“I-I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Her apology came fast, her eyes never leaving the bucket as he began to fill it with water. A bar of soap floated in the chilly water along with a rag he’d tossed in there. He was going to enjoy cleaning her.

“I’m sure you are,” he agreed, tilting his head to look up at her. “That doesn’t change much, though, I’m afraid. You see, actions have consequences.” He lifted up his left arm, where the injury was hidden beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. “Even when you’re sorry. I’ll give you a word of advice. Take your punishment like a good girl, and you’ll start earning your privileges back.” Bubbles formed in the water, and he turned off the spray from the hose, closing the gap between them.

“Just let me go. I just want to go home.” She stomped her foot in the dirt. Her bare foot made no sound against the earth beneath it, but the dirt kicked up a bit. He looked down at the few particles that landed on his boot.

“Now you’re kicking dirt at me?” It was cruel to add that to her list of transgressions, but the beast within him was slowly making its way off its leash.

“No.” Her curls flew from side to side as she shook her head. “No, Please. I—” She screamed when the cold water from the hose hit her naked body. She jumped back, but the leash didn’t give her much room to move away.

“What was that?”

She twisted away, but the water caught her. “C-cold! Too cold!” she screamed.

“I bet it is,” he nodded in agreement, aiming the hose for her chest. Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks with the chilled water hitting her. He couldn’t have planned for a sexier sight. She tried to close her arms, to protect her breasts, but they were tied overhead. He softened the stream and stepped closer, watching the water fall over her heavy breasts and roll down her flat stomach toward that little patch of hair he had admired earlier. He let go of the handle, stopping the water for a moment. “Turn around. I want to get your back.”

“No!” she refused.

He turned the water back on and aimed the stream at her hardened nipples. She squealed, twisted, and turned, but couldn’t get away from him. Damn, his dick was hard.

“Turn around.” He gave her another chance, aiming the stream to the side.

“I hate you,” she affirmed once more, then slowly turned so her ass faced him.

He nearly groaned at the sight of her round ass. Only a few welts were still showing from the belting he’d given her the night before, but other than that her creamy skin was completely unflawed. Of course he’d remedy that after her shower. The girl still had a punishment coming. A hard punishment.

“You can hate me all you want. Won’t change what’s coming.” He rinsed off her back then stepped closer, wrapping his hand to her front and cupping her chin. Pulling it back, he began to gently spray her hair. Her breath hitched, but soon adjusted to the new chill. “Now you need soap,” he whispered in her ear.

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In the thick of it… #SatSpanks

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Welcome to Saturday. I’m happily celebrating my birthday (still) but fear not, I’m still leaving you my weekly delivery of delicious #SatSpanks! This time is from my current WIP (the one I’ve been working on all week,) and we join it mid-punishment…

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He doesn’t respond with words. Instead, his palm does the talking, reddening my backside with short, sharp swats, which send me a definite message. I am in charge, Madelaine. You will stay where I put you – where you are bound. You will endure…

And that’s what I do. I tolerate the onslaught, registering each strike as it lands, and trying to imagine where it has landed on my helpless bottom. I accept each delivery for what it is – his mastery of me – and I suffer for him, because it’s what we both need to happen.

I lose count of the strikes around thirty, each blending and blurring into one blistering punishment, and it’s around then that it happens. Something shifts in me. There’s a change, and it’s new and disquieting. The spanks still fall, and the pain still registers, but it’s different now. Now, I welcome it, relishing the sensation of it all. I push my ass back to meet his hand, my hips flexing of their own accord.

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The latest from my writing desk… #WIPitup

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It’s hump day, it’s a new month, and it’s nearly my birthday! To makes things even better, my characters are talking loud and fast – their words coming at me almost as quickly as I can get them on screen…

For this week’s #WipItUp, I want to feature something from my newest WIP. This one came to my in the middle of the night last week, and wouldn’t let up until I’d plotted the first half of the novel. I mean, I never plot. I never have, but this one is different. The characters are screaming at me for time and attention. So, here’s just a tiny snippet – let’s call it an appetiser.

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“Turn around, and bend over,” he orders me, and I find my body is scrambling to obey even before I register the command.

He moves wordlessly, securing each of my limbs to the bench with the leather straps I had noticed earlier. As all four of them are buckled into place, my breathing becomes faster and more erratic. This is really happening. I am actually here, strapped down face first over this strange contraption, and soon he’ll be doing goodness knows what to me. My chest heaves as I struggle to pull the necessary oxygen in from the air around us.

“Breathe, Madelaine,” he soothes, rising to stand as he steps away from my left wrist.

Breathe, I snort. Easy for you say, Mr Heilbronn, but my lips remain quiet, wordless, as I watch him wander to my behind.

He touches me, and I brace, expecting pain, yet his caress is gentle. One, maybe two fingers trace an invisible line over my body, beginning at my shoulder blades, and running down to my exposed bottom.

“You are quite exquisite, Madelaine,” he murmurs, his tone full of his own arousal. “Of all of my projects, you, Madelaine – you are the most beautiful.”

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The price of defiance – #Satspanks

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This Saturday I am sharing a sexy spanking snippet from my new Viking romance (the follow up to The Viking’s Conquest!) In this scene, Aurelie discovers what happens when she deliberately disobeys Anders (you’d think she would have figured this out by now, but anyway…)

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I see him smile, and his face descends to my nape. His hot lips press into my neck, caressing the sensitive flesh there, and an unconscious moan escapes my mouth at the heady sensation. And then he is gone, the heat and weight of his body disappearing as quickly as it arrived.

“It is time,” he says, his tone lower than before. “We begin with ten lashes, and we shall see how you fare.”

I nod, trying to muster my mettle from wherever it is hiding. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I reply, my tone breathy.

The subtle noise the lash creates as it slices through the air is the only warning I receive, and seconds later the cruel impact of the thing lands against my exposed behind. The sound as it lands is loud, cracking through the air like a canon and making my feet leave the rug below them even before the pain registers. The sting is next, and the hurt is intense. In the post-climatic haze of our love-making the last time Anders had used the lash on me, I had quite forgotten just how much the thing hurts, and now I remember it all.

“Ouch!” I call out, unable to contain the burn of the lash.

“Does my lash sting, my sweeting?” he asks, coolly.

I still at his tone, indignation flaring in me, the force of which takes me by surprise. The inner battle between my pride and my contrition as intense as it always was. “Yes,” I snap. “Yes, it does.”

The implement is in the air again and this time it lands against the other side of my bottom, making me jump again as my fists grip tightly to the bed post before me.

“Good,” he muses aloud. “I am pleased to hear it. Whilst you think on the pain, consider also why you come to find yourself in this predicament in the first place.”

He lands the third strike then, catching me off guard, and I draw in a breath. All of my stoicism abandons me at this moment, and tears begin to burn in my eyes.

“Tell me, Aurelie.” His voice is so stern. “Why are you being punished this way?”

The flames at my ass are sear into me with such intensity that I have to take another deep breath before I can even answer him. “I was dis…obedient,” I begin, “and disrespectful.”

I brace myself, waiting for the next strike, but instead I hear his words.

“Go on,” he coaxes. “Why the lash? Why do you deserve the lash?”

I sigh, dropping my head between my outstretched arms as the first large teardrop falls past my nose. “I put myself in danger, My Lofðungr,” I answer him, miserably.

“Yes, you did,” he replies, and all at once the lash cracks against my skin again, making me cry out. “You are my everything,” he hisses from behind me, the angst evident to hear even in his voice. “I cannot lose you, Aurelie. Not. Ever.”

He punctuates the final words with two new strikes to my punished cheeks, and the momentum of them takes my breath away. I let out a low sob, allowing the tears to come now and not caring who hears me.

“Four more, Aurelie,” he tells me, and his tone has softened.

I nod, sniffing back my self-pity as I reply. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I tell him without lifting my head.

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The Viking Master – #Wipitup

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This hump day, I am happy to be able to share a steamy snippet from one of my WIP’s, the long-awaited sequel to The Viking’s Conquest.

In this excerpt, Anders and Aurelie are jostling to take charge of their new situation as the dynamic between them shifts, but Anders is quick to ensure that Aurelie still knows who is really in charge…

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“Yet you forget, My Lofðungr, that I was a Princess in Donrose. I was a Lady with power and influence. You have plucked me away from that life, and now…” I pause, the words ahead unknown to me.

His large fingers fly to my chin again, and gently he brings it north to meet his gaze. “I plucked you?” he repeats, and his tone sounds almost amused. “Are you sure, my brave little Aurelie? As I remember it, you cut me down from your brother’s gallows and saved the life of your Viking. Is that not how it was?”

I close my eyes at the image he describes, my breath catching as the memory and the reality collide. “Yes,” I reply, my eyes fluttering open. “Yes, it was me, and I’m sorry. I must take responsibility for my actions.”

He chuckles, and the sound draws my gaze back to his hot, insistent eyes. Those eyes, so blue and intense – capture me, the way they have always captured me. I am his… “You are too hard on yourself,” he purrs, brushing the stray strands of hair from my face. “And you have no right to do so. I am your master now, my little sweeting, and only I have the right to punish you.”

I swallow hard as he vocalises what I have been thinking. “So, will you?” My voice is tentative as I ask for what we are both contemplating.

His lids are hooded and dark as he surveys me. “Do you think that is what you deserve?”

I blink at him. So, he is to make the admission real – he wants me to say the words aloud. “Perhaps,” I respond. “I, I did not intend to be disrespectful, and yet I see now that I did undermine you. It is just…” I run out of words, my internal struggle between the Lady I once was, and the one I must now become, ever present in mind.

“Should I not spank you then?” he demands sensually. “For this transgression? Should I not bare your delicious behind, and tan it with my palm?”

The afore mentioned palm resumes its place at my face, stroking my left cheek with feathery light touches. His question hangs in the air between us, and for the longest time I cannot react, although the answer is absolutely clear.

“Yes, My Lofðungr,” I whisper, eventually. “Yes, please, spank me.”

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A Firm-Handed Man

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Andrew is no longer the boy she remembers as her chemistry lab partner, however. He is a tall, handsome, confident man now, and it sets Mikala’s heart racing when he scolds her for her reckless behaviour. Despite her best efforts to respond to his lecture with nothing but indignation, Andrew’s declaration that she is in need of a long, hard spanking leaves her intensely aroused.

 Mikala has dreamed for years of finding a man who will not be afraid to take her in hand, and she cannot help wondering if Andrew would follow through on his threat. She soon learns the hard way that he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she pushes him too far with her defiant attitude.

 Over the coming weeks, a romance blossoms between them, and though Mikala often finds herself with a bright-red, sore bottom, being kept in line by a firm-handed man is everything she hoped it would be. But when the demands of Andrew’s job put a strain on their relationship, will Mikala’s over-the-top reaction end up tearing apart everything they’ve built together?

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He threw a pillow on the bed. Lie on your tummy,he ordered.

The light?she asked hopefully, but she already had an inkling what his answer would be.

No, I want the light on this time. I want to see your pretty pink bottom—amongst other things. He gave her a gentle push and she was over the pillow waiting with her ass in the air.

He took his time and she knew why. His fingers followed what she imagined was his line of sight. Take a picture, itll last longer,she allowed to slip out of her mouth. Predictably a burst of reignited burning splattered across one cheek and then the other but it was worth it, it broke the spell and got him moving.

Eager, are we, miss smartypants.He spread her legs and dipped down to taste her. Yes, you are.His big hands kneaded her ass, spreading her, licking her glistening lips.

Oh, God,she whimpered.

Push your ass up for me, baby.He tapped her ass none too gently.

Mikki didnt have to be told twice. She wanted him inside her, to feel the weight of his body on top of hers, controlling her every move. Now, please,she begged.

He didnt keep her waiting any longer, he was rock hard.

She sucked in a deep satisfying breath when he entered her, sliding all the way to the hilt. Every ounce of his manhood was filling her. Oh, baby, that feels so—” He pulled out and slammed back inside her deeply before she could finish her sentence.

Drew pushed her top out of the way and grazed her back with his stubble.

His whole body seemed to cover her as he kissed and nibbled the back of her neck. She could only manage shallow breaths, gasping small desperate puffs of Drews scent as he pummelled her. She could feel her peak building. Yes, yes,she panted.

See what you do to me,” he muttered. “I want every part of you.

You have me.Her climax hit and she squealed with the intensity of it as every muscle in her body twitched and quivered.

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This week, my snippet is taken from one of my current WIP’s (which is actually with my beta readers as we speak!) In this scene we find out just why our protagonist deserves her penance so much…

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I flinch, swallowing in air at the impact, which awakens the spanking Logan had given me earlier.

“Why are you being spanked?” His tone is harder as he spanks me again, and the resonance is deeply arousing. Heath has always been alluring, but without his older brothers to dominate him, it seems he is finally able to take on the leader’s role himself.

“I put myself in danger,” I murmur into the wood, pushing back against his hand as it lands against me again.

“When we found you gone, the thoughts which went through my head…” his voice trails away. “Honestly, you may not care about yourself, but in my brothers and I, you have found people who do. Have you got that?”

The crack of his palm reverberates around me, and I stretch my mouth wide at the hurt. “I’ve got it,” I whisper, although my words are lost in the sound of the next impact. For someone who claims to have never done this before, he has a good, hard swat, but once more the inadvertent consequence is the fervent desire pooling between my legs.

He spanks me again, followed by three insistent swats – one after the other.

“Heath, please…” My voice is croaky with need.

His palm stills at my plea, the fingers splaying, and two of them dip under the curve of my hot ass, exploring the wet pool they find there. “F**k,” he moans, pushing them inside my tight channel. “I can’t do this anymore. I just want to have you.”

I pant, rueing that the spanking is over, but secretly pleased that I am about to have his monster cock inside me again. “I’m yours,” I mewl, my eyes darting behind to find his face. “F**k me.”

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Happy birthday Anders & Aurelie!

The Viking’s Conquest.

It occurred to me that yesterday (19th October) was the first anniversary since The Viking’s Conquest was released, and wow – what a year it has been!

The powerful, and often divisive tale of Anders and Aurelie’s blossoming love affair has been such an amazing success. It reached #1 in three countries and stayed there for over 50 days! As we speak it is still inside the top 50 in the UK, and has resiliently stayed inside for top 100 for the majority of the last year. On top of that it was runner up in last year’s ‘best erotic’ Spanking Romance awards, and won the readers-choice ‘Favourite Historical Fiction’ award – Just. Wow!

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Amazon #1 Bestseller USA, UK, and Canada!

I have all of you to thank for this awesome achievement, so thank you to each and every reader who has bought and reviewed the book. I know it is not to everyone’s taste, and I totally respect that, but I still appreciate those who take the time to read my work.

I am currently penning the sequel, and am once again totally immersed in the debauchery of Anders and Aurelie. I hope to have their new story completed by the end of this year, so I’ll hopefully have more news of this soon.

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