In Submission at The Tower, we meet Janie. After a chance encounter with a handsome stranger introduces her to The Tower, an institution that trains women in submission, Janie is irresistibly drawn to the place. But admittance comes at a price, and soon enough Janie is utterly bare and fully on display, blushing crimson as the men at The Tower thoroughly explore her body, bringing her pain, pleasure, and shame as they see fit.
As Janie’s training begins, there is one man among the group who seems to know her own needs better than she does, and before long she finds herself yearning and even begging for his touch. But if she relinquishes control completely to this captivating stranger and allows him to break down her remaining defences, will there be any coming back at all?
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It’s our favourite day of the week, right? With Saturday, comes the threat of yet another spanking… this time from my newly completed (unedited) WIP.
Logan smiles, nodding his head in that annoying, knowing way. “ It is our thinking that you should receive a sound spanking for your offenses, little Miss. Nothing too brutal of course, but…” He pauses for a moment, eyeing me with hunger. “We believe a tanned backside will help deliver the message to you.”
I take a step backwards, unable to hide the disgust his suggestion has awoken in me. “Y- you cannot be serious?” I stammer.
“We are deadly serious,” he replies, his tone serious and steadfast.
“I am a grown woman!” I cry out. “I should not be subject to such medieval treatment.”
The others in the room laugh, riling me up into a new state of fury. “Come now,” says Logan, taking a small step towards me. “We are not so medieval? If you yield to us on this matter, and accept your punishment, all things will be squared between us. I vow that we will help you to find your way home.”
I shift my weight, considering for the first time the action to which this giant alludes. Never before have I ever given thought to such a ridiculous idea. No man has ever threatened to punish me at all, let alone under such circumstances, and now, after such a hellish day, I find myself here, lectured to and threatened by these brutes of men.
“Well?” The blond one, Ethan, rises from his chair, and moves towards where his brother stands. “What do you say, Miss? Will you submit to us three, in our cottage in the woods?”
I swallow hard, throwing him one of my most withering looks. Beneath my t-shirt though, I feel my nipples hardening, and there’s no denying the throb I feel in the cleft between my legs. My eyes fall shut of their own accord, acknowledging my body’s strange reaction to what transpires around me. How can I find this situation a turn on? There is nothing even vaguely arousing about any of this! After all, I am held here against my will. There may be no chains or bondage, but I am a captive nonetheless. I can no more get past these massive men then I can teleport myself from the room.
“Well?” It is Logan’s voice which interrupts my thought process, and open my eyes to see him just a few inches from me. “Answer Ethan. Will you submit to our proposed punishment?”
I reel, jumping backwards at his sudden, close proximity. “What do you suggest?” I ask, standing up straight in the face of the anxiety which churns inside of me. “Tell me, please. No one has ever suggested such a penalty for me. I have never received so much as a slapped wrist before. What do you mean by a spanking?”
The atmosphere in the room shifts in an almost palpable way at my question, and I swear that all three of the men move closer as I speak. Logan swallows, the intensity in his eyes threatening to send sparks flying between us. “I intend to lay you face first over my lap, Goldi, but only once your shorts have first been removed.”
I gasp at his words, yet for some crazy reason I am unable to take my eyes from his face.
“Removed?” I say in little more than a gasp. “W-why should they be removed?”
He smiles. “Those shorts are designed for protection,” he replies. “I seek to offer you none during your penance.”
I shiver at the notion of it. “But, I shall be practically naked without them?” I murmur.
“We’re counting on it,” says Ethan, his tone menacing.
As you can tell, I have plenty of edits to get to, but if you need more delicious spankings, then don’t forget to drop into the other awesome blogs on the #SatSpanks hop this week!
This hump day, I’m excited to share a little snippet from one of the current three WIP’s – the forthcoming sequel to my #1 bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest.
In this unedited scene we find Aurelie and Anders getting down to it, but as usual the Viking Prince likes to be in control…
The familiar low chuckle resonates against my wet lips, and a moment later the sound is swallowed up by his mouth sculpting my pleasure. I gyrate as he has commanded, like an animal who has been trained to please her master. I squirm at the unwelcome imagery, realising that the analogy is all too fitting. That is precisely what I have become – the usual wet, needy mess which Anders’ discipline seems able to create. Lost in our combined, lush rhythm, I push back against his powerful tongue, allowing him to fill me over and over again. I am close, so close to the point of shattering hedonism. Arching my back, my head falls, whilst my mouth opens into a silent scream of carnality.
I do not know how he achieves it, but all at once I feel his digits at my cleft, mercilessly teasing my throbbing little nub. The shock of the sensation rouses me, but even before I can let out the burst of feeling, the peak of my gratification is upon me. It hits me hard, the brink a brutal and desolate place. For one moment I cannot take a breath, and then I unravel; all rasping breaths and moans. I plummet, falling consciously into the forbidden oblivion Anders has promised me. He stays with me the whole time, his mouth riding my convulsing waves of intensity, his tongue lapping me again and again.
There is black silence. It’s a place filled with warmth and serenity, but also one of depth and exposure. I am aware of Anders leaving my shuddering pelvis, and vaguely conscious of him splaying my parted knees further apart.
The sound of his voice comes from somewhere far away. “You are so delicious,” he soothes, the sound muting as yet another surge of orgasm rolls over me.
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It’s Saturday, and you know what they means… Time for your weekly spanking, everyone!
This week I am offering a sexy spanking excerpt from one of my three WIP’s.
This particular story is still shrouded in some secrecy, but I’d like to offer you another small taster… Remember this is unedited, but here’s a spanking for pleasure (warning this snippet is for aged 18+ ONLY.)
He licks his lips, slowly drawing that large pink tongue from one side of his mouth to the other. “Well, in that case,” he muses out loud. “I would gladly spank you again, but not as a penance, Goldi. This time, I would spank you for pleasure.”
His eyes are the deepest type of blue I have ever seen, and some how they draw me forward, and closer against his body. “For pleasure?” I barely recognise the sound of my own voice – it’s raspy tone is breathy and excited.
“Yes, for pleasure,” he says again, and then, pressing his enormous erection against my hip, he continues. “I will spank that delicious ass of yours, make you cum so hard you won’t know what’s hit you, and then my little imp, I will fuck you into tomorrow.”
My body responds to his words reflexively. My laboured breaths increase, my chest rising and falling at speed. My already tight nipples bead painfully, pushing through the cotton of my tee-shirt, and the dampness between my legs intensifies.
“I can tell that you like the sound of that,” he chuckles darkly.
This week, I bring you a scintillating passage from my #1 bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest. In preparation for the sequel, I have been revisiting the dramatic liasions between Prince Anders of the Northlands, and Princess Aurelie of Donrose. Take a look for yourself, and see what you make of their burgeoning romance…
I blush at his words, pleased to hear my name back on his lips. He beckons me forward with one finger of his right hand and I move even closer to him.
It’s only one word and yet somehow it holds a world of carnal promise for me. I swallow hard behind the leather forced between my lips and inch myself ever closer to him, until my legs brush against the cloth of his garments.
“Good,” he says soothingly. “Now place your hands on the arms of my chair and lean forward, toward me.”
I do so, moving my left and then right arms into position before moving my torso toward the smiling prince seated next to me. He watches every nuance of my body as though he is spellbound by my very essence. His eyes move from the length of my arms to the curve of my breasts now hanging over his body, and up to my face. Here he pauses, raising his own right hand and smoothing back my hair from my face.
“So beautiful, Aurelie…” he says quietly, as though I am not supposed to hear the words.
Our eyes meet again and for a moment all thoughts of my abduction, bondage, and punishment are lost to those pools of desire. I remember the heat of his body against mine the previous night and how masterfully he had taken my maidenhead. I feel a slow blush rising north to my cheeks as the intimate details of our liaison fill my mind and I wonder if he too is recalling our combined passion.
The hand at the side of my face strokes my left cheek as he appraises me thoughtfully and then without warning ducks to the leather at my mouth. One finger dips between it and my skin before leveraging it out of my lips and stretching the leather down to my neck where I feel it land. The same fingers trace a silent line over my lips, although those fierce blue eyes of his never leave my own.
“I have missed that naughty mouth,” he says, winking at me.
My face flames at his words and I can feel the heat searing through me. Anders has missed me—the thought is exhilarating.
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It’s the beginning of another new week, and I’d like to start this one by revealing a new sexy snippet from one of my three current WIPS’s.
I’m keeping this one pretty close to my chest at the moment, but take a look and see what you think of this tantalising excerpt… All feedback welcome of course!
Her gaze takes in the expanse of my face, exploring my responses carefully. “Where are the others?” she asks, her own tone strained.
“Out,” I reply, my mind flitting to the time they’d left the cottage earlier. There will be hours of work required to contain and clean up from the torrents the woods have taken on in the last day, and I had despatched them both to assess the situation. For once, there had been little argument about the order, both of them obviously sated from their session with Goldi this morning. Even Ethan had concurred with little resistance. The image of both of my brothers shifting into animal form as they ran out into the forest is clear in my mind.
“So, you have me all to yourself, sir?” she purrs from beneath me, her use of the title dissolving the memory of my brothers in an instant.
A deep growl escapes from my throat before I can contain it, and her demeanour changes at the sound. She stares at me, wide-eyed, the deep thrumming of her pulse audible as her trapped body squirms beneath me. Dammit, I think, irritated with my own lack of self-control, now you’ve frightened her. I draw in a deep breath, thinking before I answer, willing myself to be calm. “Yes, I have you,” I reply, maintaining eye contact with her. “So, tell me, what should I do with my hot little captive?”
The atmosphere in the bedroom has become palpable, and I know I need to get a hold of myself. Something about this little woman brings out the animal in me, but I don’t want to literally scare her away.
She writhes under me, her stark arousal filling the air around us. “I don’t know what to say,” she whispers, her eyes lowering to my chest. “I’ve never met a man like you before.”
I gaze down at her, my gorgeous, bewildered little fawn. “I know you haven’t, Goldi,” I reply softly.
That’s because I’m not just a man, I think… None of us are.
“How do you know?” She asks, clearly unable to resist responding to what she thinks is a challenge I have set her.
“Let’s just say I do,” I whisper, lowering my mouth to the soft skin of her throat. I explore her nape, pressing hot kisses into her sensitive flesh, and nipping her gently.
She is panting beneath me, her hips bucking against my powerful thighs. Evidently her body is desperate for me, and she’s right – I do have her all to myself…
I am having so much fun writing this one, and I look forward to bringing you the book in full soon.
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Happy Saturday! This week I am stepping back to my #1 bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest, to offer you one heated spanking between Anders, and his new captive, Aurelie.
He spanks me again, and this time the pressure pushes my pelvis straight into his waiting hand. Once again I gasp at the simultaneous pain of the sting and pleasure at the contact, completely lost to them both. A new sensation hits me; the feeling of his hot mouth at my left hip. He kisses me once, and then twice, his hands still capturing me in their sweet and agonising trap.
“Your behind is very rouged,” he whispers.
I open my eyes for the first time in a while, acknowledging his words and yet, still unable to answer them. After a moment, I catch my breath.
“Yes, my Lofðungr,” I say excitedly.
“Why?” he asks softly, dipping his head and kissing my hip again.
I don’t even think, my mind filled only with this new, all-consuming need that has been revealed. “I was a bad table,” I say, barely recognising my own voice.
“Yes,” he purrs, his head so close to my quivering core that I can feel the heat from it. “Very bad…” he agrees.
“I’m sorry,” I reply, frantic for him not to stop this unbelievable feeling between my legs.
“I know you are,” he whispers again, “but your punishment is not through.”
I close my eyes again, just before his right palm spanks my begging behind.
“You need to be punished, Aurelie, don’t you?”
“Yes, my Lofðungr,” I cry, sounding desperate. “Please… Please spank me!”
I can barely believe the words spilling from my mouth and yet I care not for them, and only for the burning ache between Anders’ hands.
Accordingly, he complies, landing one and then another smack. I buck between his hands, my wet core some greedy living thing. It’s as though I have no control over my own body whatsoever. Anders is now the one pulling my strings and I am powerless to prevent it. In fact, on the contrary, I absolutely love it.
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