Why are you being spanked? #SatSpanks

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It’s Saturday, and it’s time… Brace yourselves for your spanking! 😉

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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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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The love of ménage! #WIPItUpWeds

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It’s hump day, and I’m up to my ears in edits! My current WIP is my first ménage for a few years, and it’s HAWT, so for #WIPItUp this week, I bring you the prelude to yet another sizzling scene…

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She is as light as a feather as I carry her up the stairs, and I barely notice her vehement protests, or even the way she bangs her small fists against my back. I pass the first landing, travelling automatically to my own room.

“Hey, you big brute!” She yells, smacking my bare flesh again, “let me down now!”

I smile to myself. I enjoy her mettle, but I’m even more excited about fucking it out of her again. “Settle down,” reply, swatting the delicious ass which is just right of my face. Boy, I am going to enjoy devouring that later…

“I will not,” she whines, but already I can feel the fight lessening in her toned little body, and as we approach my doorway, the scent of her stark arousal wafts past my sensitive nostrils. The aroma goads me, hardening my long root in an instant. I know it will not have escaped the senses of my brothers either.

Striding to the centre of the room, I tumble her lightly to the bed, watching her as she rearranges her hair and limbs as my brothers enter behind me.

She appraises the three of us, her eyes wide, wary yet excited. “So, whose first?” She asks, her bravado laudable, but borderline comical at this point.

“I think you’ll find we call the shots, princess,” replies Ethan dryly. He strips his blue shirt from his back as he talks, eyeing her intently the whole time.

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Mmm… She sounds like one lucky lady, right?! I’ll have more news on this hot WIP soon – it’ll be going out to my beta readers in the next week or so.

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Her Celtic Captor

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“You shall not raise your hand to me again, lady, lest you wish to find yourself upended across my lap and spanked. Do I make myself clear on this?”

This Sunday, I am pleased to welcome the fabulous, Ashe Barker to my blog! She brings us her sexy new Viking romance, Her Celtic Captor, and there’s a naughty little spanking  excerpt for you to enjoy coming up…

As the sister of a powerful Viking chief, Brynhild Freysson is used to giving orders and having them obeyed, which makes it all the more difficult to accept when she suddenly finds herself at the mercy of a Celtic warrior intent on bringing her back to his village whether she likes it or not.

Taranc was a leader of his people before he was taken captive by Viking raiders, and now that he is a free man once more he has no intention of allowing a headstrong Norse woman to slow down his journey home with her stubborn disobedience. When Brynhild refuses to do as she is told, he wastes no time in baring her bottom for a thorough switching, and he makes it quite clear that she can expect even more painful and humiliating punishments if she continues to defy him.

Though her hatred of the Celts runs deep, Taranc’s stern dominance awakens desires in Brynhild that she thought she would never feel again, and when he takes her in his arms and claims her properly it is more pleasurable than she would have thought possible. But though her passion for him grows by the day, can she ever truly love a man whose people are enemies of her own?

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Yes, she was scared, and Taranc believed this was real. Her submission might be forced, but she recognised his power over her however much she might deplore it and had abandoned her attempts to resist, to refuse to cooperate. She might yet learn a valuable lesson this day.

Taranc took the blanket and tugged it away from her body. Brynhild flinched as the cool morning air caressed her naked back. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze, her expression fearful. “Please…” she mouthed.

Taranc moved in close and lifted the heavy length of her unbound hair which cascaded down her back. He draped it over her shoulder and on impulse bent to kiss the top of her head. “This will be quick, Brynhild. I promise. And you will come to no harm.”

She closed her beautiful azure eyes again, and nodded.

Taranc wasted no time in retrieving his belt which had been flung to the deck in the scramble for the knife. He removed the empty sheath and folded its length so he could grasp the metal buckle within his fist. He walked back to where his captive leaned against the solid wooden pole, her body shivering. The marks of her previous punishment still streaked her pale buttocks, and Taranc believed he had never seen a sight more beautiful. Brynhild Freysson might be the most difficult, complicated and frankly demanding woman he had ever encountered, but she was without doubt the most lovely. If their circumstances were different…

He gave himself a mental shake. The circumstances were not different. They were what they were—awkward, dangerous and bloody inconvenient. He would do what must be done, and she would bear what she could not avoid. What came next he had not the faintest notion, but he would feel his way through this…somehow.

“Are you ready?”

Her lips tightened into a grimace. She made no further response.

“Ten strokes. I shall count. You may make all the din you like since we are far out of port and none but the gulls will hear you.”

A single tear escaped the corner of her eye and snaked its way across her pale cheek. Despite her reluctance to embrace the mast a few minutes ago he noted that she gripped it like a devoted lover now.

The belt whistled through the air. Brynhild let put a startled yelp even before the leather connected with her quivering rump then danced on the spot as the stripe bloomed on her skin.

“One.” Taranc shifted his stance to lay the next stroke a little lower and swung again.

“Two,” he announced as Brynhild gasped and whimpered against the mast. She clung to the beam as though drawing comfort from its solid warmth.

“Three.” He paused to allow her to take several much-needed breaths as she hopped from one foot to the other. Her bottom glowed red and he could almost feel the heat from where he stood.

“Are you all right?” He was impressed at her fortitude thus far, but felt compelled to ask even so.

Her answer was a tight nod and a flattening of her lips. Her body was rigid, her punished buttocks clenching hard as she anticipated the next stroke.

“It is less painful if you soften your bottom,” he advised.

“How do you know? Is this something you learnt from your betrothed? How often did you tie Fiona up and whip her naked bottom?”

A fair enough question, he surmised, though he considered it ill-judged of her to ask it right now. He was tempted to increase the punishment by a further two strokes but decided that might be unduly harsh. “No, I never had occasion to do so. I always found Fiona to be sweet-natured and compliant. You, lady, are an entirely different matter.”

And privately, he thanked the sweet Lord for that.

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A spanking long overdue… #SatSpanks

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I’m away this weekend, but never fear, I’m leaving Anders Elkstrom in charge, and he’s about to deliver the spanking we all desperately need…

We first met Anders in my #1 bestselling erotic romance, The Viking’s Conquest. I’m currently penning the sequel, and in this (unedited) scene, we find that despite the shifted dynamic between Anders and Aurelie, he is still more than able to take her in hand.

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His hands are on me, his hot flesh skimming over my cooler skin. I’m aware of one hand coming to rest at my shoulders, and the other sweeping down past the small of my back to the vulnerable, exposed orbs of my bottom.

“How I have missed you these last days, Aurelie,” he purrs from over me.

I open my mouth to respond, but all at once that hand is gone, replaced by a hard swat to my backside. The sting is immediate, warming the area, before his palm lands the second strike.

“These long days journeying home, and your impeccable behaviour has meant I have been remiss in my duties to redden your delicious bottom.” His voice has taken on a compelling sing-song quality, and I am almost lost in it, until the next swat lands. This one is much harder, and produces a small yelp from me. “You must accept my apology for that,” he says, breathlessly. “Know that now I am back in Lundborg, I will dedicate myself to giving you the attention you deserve.”

Three further strikes land in fast succession, creating a dull ache from behind me. My hips roll forward, an unfortunate, but inevitable consequence Anders’ spankings seem to produce in me.

“Yes, my sweeting,” he says, his voice vibrating over me. “You need this too, do you not?”

I moan at the next impact, taking a moment to absorb the pain before I answer him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I groan, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs already. Whatever it is about being taken in hand by a powerful man, Anders has it in good measure. Somehow his voice alone can leave me wanting, let alone what he can do with the palm of his hand.

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Marital bliss?

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It’s hump day, and it’s time for a sneak peek into one of my current WIP’s, this time from the follow up to my latest Regency spanking romance release, Taming Lady Lydia… In this sexy snippet, we get a feel for what married life is like for Lord Thomas and his new bride.

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He is behind me. The heat of his breath makes it as evident as the sound of his movement. About time, I muse… The remorse I felt at my earlier confession having given way to indignation and resentment about the duration of time Thomas has made me wait. I know of course, that this is all part of the game. I am not in control – a point which my nudity and bondage reinforces with crystal clarity. Yet something about the sounds coming from my husband in the last few moments has made me wonder just how much he is enjoying this moment – watching me squirm in my shame and servitude, whilst he takes every ounce of pleasure from the sight of me.

“Lydia.” His tone is devilish, and garners my attention at once.

I turn my head to the right, searching the velvet blackness for his face.

“Are you ready to be punished for your dishonesty, my love?”

I sigh, allowing the weight of my head to fall forward with resignation. I have waited this long and yet my real punishment has not even begun… The thought is demoralising.

“Yes, My Lord,” I answer, trying to remain as deferential as I can be and not earn myself yet more torment.

“Good,” he purrs, his voice now behind me. “In light of your recent misdemeanours, I am going to introduce you to my strap, but never fear – I will begin leniently…”

I tense at once. His strap? Can he be serious? I had eyed the thing a few weeks ago when Thomas had been introducing me to the rooms he reserves for his sensual and filthy play, but never had he indicated a desire to use it on me. Until now.

“Thomas, please…” The words are past my lips before I can censor them, and I freeze instinctively at my mistake.

“Lydia…” His tone is playful, and yet I know I will have just played right into his hands by speaking without permission. “Did I ask you to speak?”

I squeeze my hands, still bound at the wrists, into small balls, feeling my nails cutting into my skin. How could I be so stupid? It is as though I actually want him to strap me! “No, My Lord,” I begin. “But please, I beseech you, spare me the strap? I swear I will never seek to gain new possessions without your approval first!”

My legs below me begin to tremble, as though the tension running through my body becomes too much for them to bear. His hand come to rest on my left shoulder, the palm warm against my cool skin. “Hush, Lydia,” he coos, and once again his breath tickles the back of my neck. “Be calm, my love. Remember what I have told you in the past. I will punish you, but never will I harm you. Your welfare is my paramount concern in all things.”

I nod my head at his words, but can already feel the emotion threatening to re-emerge from behind my blindfold. “Yes, Thomas, but…”

The weight of one of his digits’ lands gently against my mouth, halting my statement in an instant. “There are no buts, my love,” he says, softly into my hair. “There is just you, and me, and the trust that exists between us. When you deliberately set out to deceive me, that trust falters. Do you understand?”

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It sounds like Lady Lydia is in trouble… again! 😉

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