Molly is threatened with a gag #SatSpanks #ComingSoon

I love how these two characters are developing, Molly and Conner are super fun to write!  This week, Molly thinks she has had enough, but Conner certainly disagrees.

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The spanking continued over Connor’s lap, Molly’s behind now surely on fire as his palm connected with her ass again. Her bottom felt several times larger than it had done before, and she wondered if and how she’d be able to sit once he’d finally finished.

He spanked her again and this one felt hard, even in spite of all of the previous swats. The next strike was harder still, and she gasped, fighting to resist the urge to try and move from her place.

“Please,” she murmured in desperation. “I’m sorry, Sir, but please. It hurts so damn much!”

It was a humiliating thing to admit, particularly in light of the position she found herself – upturned over a stranger’s lap for a bare bottomed spanking – but she was past caring about that now. It did hurt, a lot, and she wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.

“Hush,” came Connor’s reply. “I don’t need your opinion, Molly. You’ll be punished until I am satisfied, and if you can’t keep quiet then I’ll be forced to gag that pretty little mouth of yours again. Got it?”

His voice was as hard and unrelenting as his palm, and she knew in that moment that there was little point in further protest. Connor had all the power, and she really didn’t want to end up gagged during the ordeal as well as bound and humbled.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered into the bedding, uncertain if her voice would even carry to where he sat. “I’ve got it.”


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Conner tells Molly who owns her bottom #SatSpanks #Comingsoon

It is finally Saturday and I am at a writers retreat and I am so happy to be around other authors. So much that I almost forgot to post a Saturday Spanks post! I couldn’t let that happen, so let’s find out how Molly does in this week’s Sat Spanks sneak peek.

 

Molly saw the paddle rise into the air, her body tensing as he sent it crash back against her ass again. Shrieking through the gag, Molly struggled again, her breaths coming out in short pants.

“Suck it up, pet,” he sneered as he landed the third swat. “Or let me put this in a way an American will understand. Your ass is quite literally mine. Mine to strike, mine to taunt, mine to fuck, and now I have it right back here where it belongs.”

Molly baulked at his words, something about them sending her crazy. She screamed against the plastic in her mouth, yanking her arms at the straps, but it was futile. It was all futile.

Connor laughed at her performance; the fucker actually laughed as he delivered a number of hard strikes in fast succession. The sound of the paddle hitting her flesh filled the small room, consuming her with her own desolate fate. Was this to be it then, she wondered?

If there was really no running from Connor, then was her destiny to be his play-thing, his pet?

The thought was crushing, but instinctively she fought. She fought for air, for the will to get through this, for just an ounce of freaking composure; for anything which might help.

But there was nothing. There was only Molly, the damn bench with its impossible straps, and Connor. She sensed the paddle in his hand was only the first weapon he would use to break her.


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Molly gets punished in this hot #SatSpanks snippet!

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Here’s a dark, sexy snippet from the first book in my forthcoming dark trilogy. Get ready for the delightfully twisted world of Connor Reilly.

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“I’m sorry,” she whispered, apologising yet again, but this time her tone was raspy, her lust evident as she spoke, or maybe it was her trepidation? Connor couldn’t be sure.

He watched her, a small smile spreading across his face. “I know you are,” he cooed, “but sorry isn’t good enough. I asked you to drink all of the chocolate, and you failed in that challenge. That means, despite your very best efforts, you need to be punished.” Connor didn’t even try to hide the happiness in his voice as he cast his verdict, the look on her face making his cock throb with excitement.

“P-punished?” Her voice was low and sensual, but he could hear the anxiety in it.

“Nothing too dramatic,” he reassured her. “It’s the middle of the night for Christ’s sake, and I’m shattered, but you need to learn obedience, pet. On this point, and on every point.”

“I want to obey,” she replied in a shaky tone, “please don’t hurt me.”

That look in her eyes moved him. Yes, his cock was pulsating with undeniable need – a fact that Molly was no doubt aware of, given her close proximity – but it was more than that. It wasn’t just the sadist in him that her doleful expression called to, it was the man as well. At that moment she needed looking after, and protecting, and he was the lucky bastard who’d get to fulfil both desires. He’d give her the spanking of her life, and then he’d be there to console her.

“Remember what I told you before?” He told her. His voice had become a soft, sensual purr, and she raised her chin to meet his gaze. “I will hurt you, but I won’t cause you permanent harm. You need to be punished, pet, but then, you already know that don’t you?”

Molly was shaking her head, tears collecting in her eyes as she blinked at him. “But, I…” She hesitated, the urgency evident in her eyes. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Connor gave her an intentionally dark stare before he continued. “You don’t get to decide when you’re punished,” he sneered. “Or when your behaviour is acceptable or not. You are my pet now. You exist to please me, write for me and do as you’re told.”

He saw her gulp at that, and he hoped the reality of his words settled over her. For a moment there was silence, apart from her ragged breathing. “Do you understand?” He asked her, his tone low. Molly nodded.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, slowly. “I understand.” That was good enough for Connor for the time being, and he backed away, returning to his place on the bed.

“Get up here then,” he ordered, beckoning to her with the index finger of this right hand. “I need to spank you now.” She rose on shaky legs, her chains all rattling at the same time as she stood before him. Connor’s eyes scanned over her gorgeous body, the metal at her wrists and the chain hanging between her breasts. Fuck, she was fabulous, and she was all his.


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Love Under The Western Star by Sahalie Blue

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Love Under the Western Star

by Sahalie Blue

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The peace of Pleasant Valley has been shattered. The feud between the Tewksbury and Graham families has escalated from a sheep versus cattle dispute to a war over access to the only water in the valley – the Wide Muddy River. Hope Tewksbury and Joseph Graham have found love, and now they must find peace.

Dr. Amy Toller is an alien anthropologist studying the fourth planet orbiting the star Chi. She is searching the Galaxy for clues to humanity’s past, and the mythical planet called Earth. She and her fellow scientists infiltrate Pleasant Valley, which mimics the American West of the 1880’s. Their goal is to discover what these distant cousins know of humanity’s birthplace. But first, they must end the bloodshed.

Will Hope and Joseph’s love be thwarted by the hatred their families feel for each other?

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Sorting through and testing the products, instruments, supplies, and devices left over from Doc Bellingham was a tedious, ongoing chore. David was stymied by some of the items, and resorted to capturing visual images, relaying those back to the starship Wilhelm, for identification.

He held up a thermometer and examined it. “It’s a good thing I took a class in Primitive Medical Tools and Procedures at the University.”

Amy shivered. “Sounds horrible.”

“It was quite a popular class, believe it or not.” He grinned. “Do you know what this is?”

“It’s a thermometer.”

“Yes, but, what kind of thermometer is it?”

Understanding dawned on Amy as she took one look at the devilish grin on David’s face.

He closed the gap between them, and wiggled it under her nose. “It’s a rectal thermometer.”

“Ah,” she said, ducking away from him. “You keep that thing away from me.”

He shook it and attempted to read from it. He winked at her. “I’m not sure it’s working. I think we need to test this.”

She crossed her arms. “May I remind you that I’m your superior officer on this mission? If you wish to test it, then shove it—”

David set the thermometer on the table, and drew Amy into his arms. “You don’t need to remind me. You know I’d give my life for this mission, and for you, if need be.” He kissed her. “I only thought we could have a little fun. What do you say, Nurse, shall we play Doctor?”

“I’ve already seen yours, Doctor,” she giggled. “Several times. And, you’ve seen mine.”

He grinned and tapped his foot. “Well?”

She nodded. “Okay, let’s play.”

David let her go, and went to the supply cabinet where he pulled out a few items.

Amy prepared the examination table by laying a strip of clean fabric over its leather padding.

“Doctor needs the patient to undress.” David sat on the stool he used for exams and waited for Amy to remove her nurse’s smock.

Even though he was one of her lovers and had seen her nude many times, Amy assumed a coy pose. She enjoyed teasing him. Dropping her gaze, she fumbled with the buttons on her dress.

“Nervous?” David asked, with a mild jibe in his voice.

Amy gave him a bashful smile while unbuttoning the rest of her dress. Holding the gown in place for a moment, she caught his eye, then let the dress fall to the floor. She lifted the hem of her chemise, and slowly pulled it over her head. Tossing it aside, she stood fully naked in front of him.

“I love that you aren’t wearing those old fashioned corsets and bloomers all the other ladies wear. It makes things so much easier.” David crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”

She stepped over her dress, and stood between his knees.

“I gave up wearing a corset on my second day here. It was too uncomfortable. So, how is it you know what the other ladies wear under their clothes?”

“I’m the town doctor. I know what everyone wears.”

Her nipples peaked, and he leaned forward to caress them with his tongue. At the same time, he stroked the back of her thighs. Amy whimpered.

“Not yet, my sweet. We have some gadgets to check out. I want you to lie on the examining table on your tummy, with your legs spread wide.”

I love a dominant man, she thought and followed his orders.

David spread her buttocks open, and used his finger to apply a dollop of something cold and greasy between her bare bottom cheeks.

Amy flinched.

“Steady now. It’s only a pasty mix of olive oil and water. It will ease the passage of the thermometer.” He rubbed some into her nether hole.

Amy stiffened as David pressed the glass tube against her rosette, but he gave her a sharp smack on her fanny.

“The good doctor will spank a naughty patient, if he has to.”

The sharp sting caused her to take a deep breath and collect herself. It relaxed her, and she wished he would do it again.

“I-I’ve never been probed there before.” The statement was a half lie; she had not been probed there since her body rejuvenation.

David pushed, and the tip slipped past the tiny circle of her sphincter.

“I see that you are already enjoying it.” He worked it deeper, and twirled it around. “All right, I need you to hold still, miss. It will take a few minutes for your temperature to display.” He placed his other hand on her bottom as if he owned it. “Young lady, is your stomach bothering you?” He adopted an authoritative tone. “Have you had any digestive problems of late?”

She said the first thing that came to her mind. “I’ve been nervous lately.”

“Say no more. I will delve deep into this problem.”

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Sahalie Blue was born and raised in the Midwestern US along the shores of Lake Michigan. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest, treasuring the great outdoors of her new home.

Sahalie loves hiking in the region’s majestic Cascade Mountains, dense mossy forests and sagebrush-filled deserts. Her revered, special place is Sahalie Falls, a roaring waterfall that pounds the McKenzie River into a rainbowed mist.

She’s been married for several years to a computer guy who loves to tell jokes. She appreciates laugh-out-loud moments. She enjoys reading just about anything, but mysteries, romances, and science fiction are her favorites. She is passionate about expressing her thoughts and feelings in her writing.

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Ladder 54 is NOW LIVE! Have you picked up your copy?

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Blake simply can not wait any longer in this #SatSpanks edition

Happy Saturday! I am so excited, the kids are finally back in school and I am finally finding time to WRITE.  I have several new books in the works and am excited to start talking about them.

But first, let’s join in with Lauren and Blake one last time in this #SatSpank edition.  If you haven’t picked it up, 1-click now!

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“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” he asked her just as he landed the next swat against her vulnerable cheeks. “Is this what you need?” She groaned, the sound traveling directly to his excited manhood.

“Oh, yes, Sir. Thank you!” He smiled, loving the look and feel of her. She made every one of his senses come to life with her hot, whimpering, and squirming body. She was as damn near to perfect as he’d ever known.

The spanking continued by the fireside. The weight of Blake’s hand rained down over Lauren’s rosy backside, her lusty groans growing louder with each strike. Her hands flinched at each impact, her small fingers sometimes stretching into long, spiky shapes, and balling into fists at other times, but not once did she try to resist him.

Lauren needed this spanking badly, and her body reveled in the way Blake mastered her. Her climax seemed to creep up on her. One moment she was aroused, apparently exulting in each new swat that he delivered to her backside, and the next she seemed to be right there, at the brink. Something about the way he spanked her hit just the right spot, each strike adding new impetus to her burning need. He imagined how engorged and excited her clitoris was about now, and the thought made him gleeful.

Lauren cried out as he drove her to the precipice, her back arching as the next spank pushed her straight over the edge. The sensation of her coming apart over Blake’s lap was compelling. He watched the tension in her toned little body, devouring the look of her pleasure as she finally collapsed over him. He shifted his weight as she slid from his thighs. He had to get inside her again. And it had to be now.

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Lauren gets the spanking date after all #SatSpanks #NewRelease #ComingSoon

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Saturday is FINALLY here and I am counting down the days until school starts. I’ve scrabbling about for an hour to work everyday, I am ready for the quiet!  I can’t wait for you to dive into my upcoming release in Ladder 54, it releases on 31 August.  Add it to your TBR!  I think this graphic is SO appropriate for this weeks #SatSpank snippet, take a peek!

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They started for the large stairwell, but Lauren’s small strides couldn’t match Blake’s massive ones. At the bottom of the steps, he paused, waiting for her to catch up. Once she was alongside him he swooped, seizing Lauren in his strong arms before carrying her up the staircase.

On the top landing, he crashed into the closest bedroom, Blake’s left arm slamming the door open as Lauren gripped onto his muscular neck. Her eyes blinked around the room, its luxurious décor apparently lost on her at this moment. He sat down on the bed, releasing her onto his lap.

“Stand in front of me,” he instructed, his voice calm despite the abrupt show of his authority. She obeyed, her heart threatening to rise into her throat as she raised her eyes to look upon him.

His earlier words swirled around and around her head. Are you going to take your spanking? Your spanking… It was like every deed, every moment, every illicit fantasy had all been leading her to this moment. This moment with Blake Anderson. He nodded.

“Thank you,” he replied, “although your display of obedience at this juncture isn’t going to save you from this spanking.”

“I know,” she croaked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Blake lifted his palm to halt her words.

“Enough,” he said sharply. “There’s little point, sweetheart. We both know that you did mean to. In fact, I wonder if this wasn’t your plan all along?” She blanched, shifting her weight awkwardly between her legs. Perhaps he was right? She had been dreaming of this spanking for so long, it was possible that she’d pushed him on purpose, refusing to eat more just to enact the consequences.

“Well, you wanted a date filled with spanking, Lauren, and it begins now.” He stared at her, his expression gleeful. “Over my lap.”

Lauren gulped at the order, although her feet were already moving, doing Blake’s bidding. She stumbled to his right side, positioning herself at his knees before turning and bending over his thighs. There was silence as she yielded, the only sound her ragged breathing as she finally got into position.

Lying upturned over a man’s lap this way was a lot more uncomfortable than she’d ever imagined. His thighs pressed into her lower ribs and belly, and her behind felt absurdly vulnerable.

“Thank you for doing what I’ve asked, sweetheart,” murmured Blake from over her. As he spoke, his hands yanked at the back of her dress, pushing the linen up toward her shoulders. “I know this is your first spanking, so I’ll try to go easy on you, but I want this to hurt. I want you to remember the sting of my palm, and what happens to you when you defy me. You got it?”


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Holy Hotness, check out this cover!

Cover Reveal!

One of my secret projects has been a short story about a firefighter and I can now talk about it!  My story is A Hero For Lauren and is about Lauren winning a night with Blake at a super sexy, BDSM auction.  Check out the cover for Ladder 54!

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Here is the blurb for A Hero For Lauren:

He saved her once, but after Lauren wins a night with her fantasy firefighter, can Blake still be her hero?

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And I KNOW you want an excerpt.  Read this, isn’t it hot?

“I can’t believe this,” she admitted, as her hands grasped at his dark, luscious hair. “All of these years I’ve fantasized about you, Blake, and now.” She stopped, sucking in her breath.

“And now I have you,” he smiled, completing her sentence. She nodded, excitedly.

“I hope so,” she grinned. “I’ve kinda had a firefighter fetish ever since you carried me out of that burning building, Blake.”

He snorted at her answer, kissing her lips chastely as he moved forward on the couch. In a flash, they were standing, her thighs now gripping around his waist, and her hands clutching at his neck. There wasn’t even a sign of effort on his face, as he now stood holding Lauren in his arms.

“Oh!” she cried, the strength and power of Blake almost taking her breath away.

“I thought you had a ‘Blake’ fetish, Lauren, not a firefighter one?” His expression was drawn into a smirk, but she couldn’t help but laugh at that. He was right. A Blake fetish is precisely what she had.

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