Are you ready for Six of the Best?

New Release!

Six of the Best: Britsh Spankings
Release Date: March 24, 2018

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Blurb:

Assume the position and prepare for Six of the Best!

Six SCORCHING stories from USA Today and number 1 bestselling British authors! This is the 100% British historical anthology you’ve been waiting for. So, grab a cup of tea and make sure the smelling salts are to hand, then settle in as our heroines re-write the rules and earn SIX OF THE BEST for their outrageous antics. This dance across history sweeps from the Restoration to Victorian times and will leave you panting almost as much as our naughty ladies.

Publisher’s note: These stories are HOT. Hotter than an oven full of muffins in a well-known British cake show. Domestic discipline and other indoor sports feature heavily in them, so if that’s not your cup of tea, this is probably not the set for you. Don’t say we didn’t warn you!

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Snippets

The King’s Vice by Felicity Brandon

“Yield as you have yielded,” he tells me, his brown eyes dancing as he watches my expression. “And then, when you are certain that it is not possible, you will yield to me further.”

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The Accused Wife by Jaye Peaches

When it came to lowering her drawers, she faltered.
“Caroline,” he rebuked softly from the other side of the room. “You can trust me to carried out your punishment without ruining all else that our courtship entails.”

Petticoat Tyrant by Vanessa Brooks

He clasped her chin, lifting her face to meet his eye, studying her intently.
“Do you need a spanking, Cassie?” He asked, waiting patiently for her reply, intrigued to hear her answer. She chewed her bottom lip as the silence stretched between them.
“I-I think that might be best,” she finally whispered, her face flushed with embarrassment.

A Scandalous Career by Ashe Barker

She would never forget this, never erase the memory of the utter humiliation she was about to experience in being naked before him and being forced to bend over his knee.
“I see you comprehend the futility of continuing to protest. Shall we continue, Cecily? The sooner you are naked, the sooner we may conclude this matter.”

His Impertinent Wife by Gracie Malling

He was so close to her now that he could feel the heat from her body and could make out every little tremble of her skin. “What happens to naughty wives who lie and curse, Leatitia?”

His Reluctant Bride by Katie Douglas

“You have had far too many warnings today, lass. Now’s the time for corrective measures.”

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Six of the Best is live!

New Release!

This week my #SatSpanks post celebrates the release of Six of the Best! You can grab the anthology now for ONLY 99c! (The price will rise after March 31st).

Enjoy six SCORCHING stories from USA Today and number 1 bestselling British authors! This is the 100% British historical anthology you’ve been waiting for. So, grab a cup of tea and make sure the smelling salts are to hand, then settle in as our heroines re-write the rules and earn SIX OF THE BEST for their outrageous antics. This dance across history sweeps from the Restoration to Victorian times and will leave you panting almost as much as our naughty ladies.

Publisher’s note: These stories are HOT. Hotter than an oven full of muffins in a well-known British cake show. Domestic discipline and other indoor sports feature heavily in them, so if that’s not your cup of tea, this is probably not the set for you. Don’t say we didn’t warn you!

Check out this sizzling spanky snippet, and then 1-click Six of the Best now!

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“I should like to bare your delicious derriere, my dear, explore its tender form, its divine shape, feel the weight of it in my hands, and then…” He pauses, his eyes full of salacious delight as the intensity of his gaze falls upon me. “And then I shall spank you.”

The words echo through the chambers of my mind. Spank me? I swallow, the action slow and deep, and almost symbolic, as though whatever I say next is imperative. My consent at this point will unleash events which I can never return from.

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

I need the clarification from those full, demanding lips, even though I heard him very well the first time around.

The lips part, breaking into that smile again, the one which burns the pulse at my core. “Yes, my dear,” he replies.

“But, but…” I splutter, trying to bring form to the words which are swimming in my head. “But I have done nothing wrong?” I gasp. “And if I have caused offence to Your Majesty, then please – tell me how?”

My heart is hammering in my chest, threatening to explode. He wants to spank me? But why? What have I done wrong which could be the cause of such an undignified penance?

“Hush,” comes the reply, the fingers at my face caressing the skin there thoughtfully. “I shall spank your exposed and pert little behind, not as penitence. I shall do so for my own pleasure.” There is a pause as he permits the words to permeate into my mind. “I shall enjoy the look of it, and the feel of each sensation against your tender flesh. And you, dear Jane, you shall do as you promised. You shall yield to me, accept the brunt of my palm, be awash with the sensation, and we shall see…” He concludes, but the ending seems abrupt and unnatural.

“What shall we see, Your Majesty?” I force the words out in a gasp, my head still reeling from the revelation that the King wants to spank me for merriment.

He eyes me intently, that small smirk reforming at his mouth. “We shall see if I am correct about you. We shall see if you dance to the tune of my spanking – if your body enjoys the surrender.”

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Six of the Best Treasure Chest and Blog Hop!

Blog hop and giveaway!

Good morning, and welcome to our exciting blog hop, in support of Six of the Best: British Spankings, which is available for pre-order NOW! You can grab your copy of this scorching spanking anthology for ONLY 99c (until March 31st).

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To whet your appetites, I’m posting a sizzling little snippet from my tale, The King’s Vice, in which an innocent Lady Jane meets her monarch…

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“I should like to bare your delicious derriere, my dear, explore its tender form, its divine shape, feel the weight of it in my hands, and then…” He pauses, his eyes full of salacious delight as the intensity of his gaze falls upon me. “And then I shall spank you.”

The words echo through the chambers of my mind. Spank me? I swallow, the action slow and deep, and almost symbolic, as though whatever I say next is imperative. My consent at this point will unleash events which I can never return from.

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

I need the clarification from those full, demanding lips, even though I heard him very well the first time around.

The lips part, breaking into that smile again, the one which burns the pulse at my core. “Yes, my dear,” he replies.

“But, but…” I splutter, trying to bring form to the words which are swimming in my head. “But I have done nothing wrong?” I gasp. “And if I have caused offence to Your Majesty, then please – tell me how?”

My heart is hammering in my chest, threatening to explode. He wants to spank me? But why? What have I done wrong which could be the cause of such an undignified penance?

“Hush,” comes the reply, the fingers at my face caressing the skin there thoughtfully. “I shall spank your exposed and pert little behind, not as penitence. I shall do so for my own pleasure.” There is a pause as he permits the words to permeate into my mind. “I shall enjoy the look of it, and the feel of each sensation against your tender flesh. And you, dear Jane, you shall do as you promised. You shall yield to me, accept the brunt of my palm, be awash with the sensation, and we shall see…” He concludes, but the ending seems abrupt and unnatural.

“What shall we see, Your Majesty?” I force the words out in a gasp, my head still reeling from the revelation that the King wants to spank me for merriment.

He eyes me intently, that small smirk reforming at his mouth. “We shall see if I am correct about you. We shall see if you dance to the tune of my spanking – if your body enjoys the surrender.”

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Don’t forget to join our blog hop, and take a look around each author’s posts to identify what’s in the treasure chest! Find the other blogs right here!

You can also enter our giveaway to WIN six signed paperbacks from all of the authors involved in the anthology! To get involved, skip to Katie’s post hereMy implement from the treasure box is His Majesty’s lash, which is a toy he’ll be using on Lady Jane once their story continues…

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Assume the position – Six of the Best #WIPItUp

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We’re half way through the week, and one step closer to Six of the Best being available to pre-order. In this post, I’m going to share a new, sexy snippet from my story, The King’s Vice, so make sure you add this hot new book to your reading list!

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“Do you desire to please me, Lady Jane?” The soft vibration of his voice snaps me straight back to the here and now, his gaze full and demanding as he awaits my answer.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” I reply urgently. “I desire to please you in all things, yet I fear I know little of how to achieve this aim.”

The King leans away a little, laughing lightly at my response. “You need not worry on that score,” he says. “If my instincts are right about you, My Lady, then you should be happy to obey your King. Is this the case?”

I still, desperate to take a new breath, and yet too consumed by his words to do so. “Yes, Your Majesty,” I reply in a rush of words. “What should I do?”

He smiles. “Yield as you have yielded,” he tells me, his brown eyes dancing as he watches my expression. “And then, when you are certain that it is not possible, you will yield to me further.”

I swallow at the instruction, unclear about what he means or how best to respond. He is the King; surely, I must yield to him in all things, so how can this request be best exacted?

He leans forward all of a sudden, his proximity robbing me of my breath again. “Do you consent, My Lady?” He asks, the levity in his almost entirely vanished. “Can you surrender to my resolve?”

I answer without so much as a thought to the consequences. “Yes, Your Majesty,” I reply. “I swear I can.”

His lips capture me in a heartbeat, moving so fast that my mind has barely any time to register the act until my body has already done so. My nipples, imprisoned beneath the confines of my bodice, begin to tighten into small buds, and the desire between my legs begins to bubble into an unbearable ache. As his tongue moves deftly into my mouth, exploring me at his leisure, I cannot help but envy the other ladies their nudity. For the first time in my life I want none of this modesty, rather I want to delve into these feelings which the King has awoken. I desire to swim in them, let them consume me, and be devoured. I desire that he devours me.

As he draws away, breaking the sensual connection of our lips, the look in his eye is nothing short of wicked. “Then it is settled, Lady Jane,” he whispers, never breaking his gaze. “You shall learn to yield.”

***

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By Royal Command – #SatSpanks

#SatSpanks

It’s Saturday, and this morning I am thrilled to share a sexy spanking snippet from Six of the Best (British Spankings) – a brand new, red-hot spanking anthology I am part of! If you like your reads to be racy, and your heroes to be dashing, then you’re going to love this…

Joined by author fabulous bestselling authors, such as Ashe Barker, Jaye Parches and Katie Douglas, this book will leave you fanning yourself for all the right reasons!

Assume the position and prepare for Six of the Best!

Six SCORCHING stories from USA Today and number 1 bestselling British authors! This is the 100% British historical anthology you’ve been waiting for. So, grab a cup of tea and make sure the smelling salts are to hand, then settle in as our heroines re-write the rules and earn SIX OF THE BEST for their outrageous antics. This erotic dance across history sweeps from the Restoration to Victorian times and will leave you panting almost as much as our naughty ladies.

Publisher’s note: These stories are HOT. Hotter than an oven full of muffins in a well-known British cake show. BDSM and spanking feature heavily in them, so if that’s not your cup of tea, this is probably not the set for you. Don’t say we didn’t warn you!

Read on for my saucy little excerpt…

***

“I should like to bare your delicious derriere, my dear, explore its tender form, its divine shape, feel the weight of it in my hands, and then…” He pauses, his eyes full of salacious delight as the intensity of his gaze falls upon me. “And then I shall spank you.”

The words echo through the chambers of my mind. Spank me? I swallow, the action slow and deep, and almost symbolic, as though whatever I say next is imperative. My consent at this point will unleash events which I can never return from.

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

I need the clarification from those full, demanding lips, even though I heard him very well the first time around.

The lips part, breaking into that smile again, the one which burns the pulse at my core. “Yes, my dear,” he replies.

“But, but…” I splutter, trying to bring form to the words which are swimming in my head. “But I have done nothing wrong?” I gasp. “And if I have caused offence to Your Majesty, then please – tell me how?”

My heart is hammering in my chest, threatening to explode. He wants to spank me? But why? What have I done wrong which could be the cause of such an undignified penance?

“Hush,” comes the reply, the fingers at my face caressing the skin there thoughtfully. “I shall spank your exposed and pert little behind, not as penitence. I shall do so for my own pleasure.” There is a pause as he permits the words to permeate into my mind. “I shall enjoy the look of it, and the feel of each sensation against your tender flesh. And you, dear Jane, you shall do as you promised. You shall yield to me, accept the brunt of my palm, be awash with the sensation, and we shall see…” He concludes, but the ending seems abrupt and unnatural.

“What shall we see, Your Majesty?” I force the words out in a gasp, my head still reeling from the revelation that the King wants to spank me for merriment.

He eyes me intently, that small smirk reforming at his mouth. “We shall see if I am correct about you. We shall see if you dance to the tune of my spanking – if your body enjoys the surrender.

***

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Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker

Author promotion.

Who likes Viking romance? I know from my own Nordic hero in The Viking’s Conquest, just how hot these men from the north can be! Today, I’m pleased to host the wonderful, Ashe Barker, and her sexy new Vikings…

Eighteen-year-old orphan Merewyn has seen enough of Vikings to know she hates them, so she is furious when a band of shipwrecked Norsemen force their way into her home. Despite her best efforts to drive them away, their leader makes it clear they intend to stay for the winter. To her surprise, he also takes an interest in her well-being, and when Merewyn attempts to run off and fend for herself the battle-hardened warrior strips her bare for a painful, humiliating switching.

Despite his willingness to chastise her so shamefully, Merewyn cannot deny that these men are not the savage barbarians she expected, and she does not object when the huge, handsome brute who so recently punished her takes her in his arms and claims her hard and thoroughly. As the weeks pass, Merewyn’s uninvited guest masters both her body and her heart ever more completely, but does he plan to truly make her his or will she be left behind when he sails home?

Can Merewyn overcome her natural fear of the mighty Viking warlord who has invaded her Celtic home? She’s encountered his kind before and has first hand experience of the brutality of these ferocious Nordic raiders. Why should this blond invader be any different? Find out in Conquered by the Viking!

Publisher’s Note: Conquered by the Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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His voice had hardened, the shift almost imperceptible but enough to impel Merewyn to obedience. She tilted her head back for his ministrations, acutely conscious of the cooling air which now caressed her naked breasts. Her nipples swelled and hardened in the draught. Merewyn prayed that he might not notice, though she knew he would.

This Viking missed nothing.

He poured the clean water over her hair, lifting the long tresses to dunk them in the water before applying the soap. He massaged the lather into her scalp, his fingers working large, firm circles on her sensitised flesh. Despite the embarrassing state of her nipples, not to mention the peculiar clenching at her core which she was quite unable to control, Merewyn was mortified when she let out an involuntary moan.

“I am sorry, I did not mean–”

“It is not a problem. Please, relax, make such sounds as you wish.”

“I would not wish you to think that I… I…”

“That you are enjoying this?”

“Yes.”

“I know that you are, but we need not dwell upon that fact if you prefer not to.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“And this? Do you like this also?” He shifted his fingers to the nape of her neck just as he had done before, and proceeded to caress the delicate skin there.

Merewyn opted not to respond, though her nipples tightened even more and heat furled at her core.

She should have protested when his fingers once again crept over her shoulders, kneading and squeezing until she believed she might expire with the sheer pleasure of it. Her muscles stretched and loosened, the stress of recent days falling away. There was something almost magical in his touch, a knowing, practised ease. He seemed to understand her body’s needs better than she did.

Merewyn lay still as he continued his exploration, his clever fingers moving lower, across her chest to find her puckered nipples.

She gasped, tried to find the words to beg him to stop but this time they would not come. He rolled the pebbled nubs between his fingers and thumbs, his touch gentle but firming as she writhed in the water. He squeezed, almost to the point of pain, then relaxed his grip and circled the sensitive peaks with his fingertips.

“Does this feel good, little Celt?”

Merewyn closed her eyes, and nodded. Heat furled within her belly, spreading and blooming. She ached, deep down, between her thighs in that secret place which only she knew of. She fought the urge to reach down, as she did occasionally in the warm privacy of her bed, to seek out that exact spot where pleasure was to be found.

It was as though he was somehow privy to her most secret thoughts, her most intimate yearnings. His right hand ceased to tease and tantalise her nipple and instead he reached down into the water, between her legs to find that precise place. He was unerring, it was as though he knew exactly what would arouse her and drive her wild with desire. His fingers parted her folds and settled on the small nub which lay concealed there.

He rubbed. He flicked it with his finger tip. He slid his digits on either side and traced the outline, then he explored lower, found the entrance to her body and dipped the tip of one finger inside.

Never, when she had touched herself, had she felt like this. Not even remotely. Utterly wanton in her response, Merewyn bucked in his embrace. She lifted her arm from the water to drape it back and around his neck as though to anchor herself. He murmured something in her ear, incomprehensible words in his native tongue. She did not understand but her arousal built and bloomed anyway. It was as though her body were no longer her own but his to control. He stroked her again, caressed that sensitive bundle of nerves until she could bear it no more.

“Please…” her voice was ragged, her breath shallow. “Please do not…”

“Do you wish me to stop, little Celt?”

Yes.  No. She could find no words, so merely hung on as her inner muscles contracted and clenched.

Mathios placed his thumb over her pleasure bud at the same time as he plunged his fingers into her cunny. It was too much. Her senses were totally overwhelmed, her body weightless, floating as white light exploded behind her eyes. She shook with the power of her body’s response. Wave after wave of carnal pleasure washed though her, starting at her core where his fingers still worked their sorcery and flowing right out to the ends of her fingers and toes.

***

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Rough Diamonds by Ashe Barker

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 He intended to hurt her, and he meant her to enjoy it.

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This Tuesday, Ashe Barker brings us Rough Diamonds, her new hot, suspenseful release!

What if someone handed you over a million dollars in uncut diamonds, and a note? For services rendered…

A random act of kindness years earlier gives rise to an astonishing chain of events. Johan Klaas holds the key to the mystery and he will help her – for a price. Can she trust him? Should she? And what has Christa ever done to deserve such a reward?

Swept from her modest flower shop in England, caught up in the opulent global diamond trade in Antwerp and introduced by her millionaire lover to a sensual world of pain and pleasure, Christa is determined to solve the riddle.

 This book was previously released with a different cover. The story includes sexual scenes and BDSM, and is intended for audiences of 18 and over.

Here’s a hot and sexy excerpt from the book…

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He was still lying on the bed when she emerged from the luxurious en suite clad in just her new pyjamas and a generous splash of Chanel Coco, the expensive perfume a Christmas present from her sister. The sheer, camisole-style top tied in front with a couple of fragile ribbons of lace, and the fabric left little to the imagination. Her breasts were outlined clearly, the dark pink nipples pressing little points into the delicate material. The pants were long and loose and Christa thought they would not look out of place in a harem. Very appropriate, Christa reflected… Or inappropriate, depending on your view.

Christa paused in the doorway, self-conscious suddenly. She was normally so cautious, prim almost. This was so unlike her, really, she ought to—

“You were right, chérie. The outfit is very pretty indeed.” Perhaps he recognised her indecision, her wavering, but Johan allowed her no time in which to reconsider. Christa was glad of it as he rolled from the mattress and came to stand before her. He gently fingered the ribbon which masqueraded as some sort of shoulder strap. “May I…?”

“May you … What?” Her voice was a husky whisper.

“This.” He eased the strap down her arm, causing the gossamer-thin fabric to cascade away in a soft sweep. One breast was exposed. Christa held her breath. It never occurred to her to seek to cover herself.

Johan lowered his gaze, his lip curling in sensual appreciation. He cupped Christa’s face between his hands to hold her still for his kiss. She was going nowhere, in any case. His lips were warm, soft, teasing hers until she opened for him. His tongue explored her mouth, curling around hers in a hot, suggestive dance.

Christa mewled deep in her throat when he lowered his hands to stroke her shoulders, then trailed his fingers lower still to tease the erect, exposed nipple. He circled it with his fingertips, then took the hardened bud between his finger and thumb and applied just enough pressure to make her gasp.

“You like this, ma petite? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she breathed. “It was just, I never…”

“Pleasure is good, is it not?” He cupped the full mound in his hand and caressed her slowly, stroking his fingers across the quivering peak before he caught it again and, this time, squeezed hard enough to make her squeal. “But pain is even more exciting, if properly applied. Do you not agree, little Christa, my beautiful flower-seller?”

Christa should have been frightened: his words made no sense. At the same time, she understood him perfectly, and was in no doubt as to his meaning. He intended to hurt her, and he meant her to enjoy it.

How had he known? How had he had even the slightest inkling that she might respond? She had hardly known, herself, until this moment.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh yes.”

He chuckled and kissed her mouth again, at the same time easing her other strap from her shoulder. A tug was all it took on the two fragile scraps of lace which tied in front to hold the two halves of the top closed. The garment opened and he was able to slide the top from her body and drop it behind her on a low sofa.

Now his palms caressed both breasts, his touch firm yet still gentle. Christa arched, presenting her body, asking for more.

Johan broke the kiss to trail a hot, damp path across her collar bone and down to her breasts. He locked his hands behind her, under her bottom and lifted her so he could better reach her nipples with his lips. Christa grasped his shoulders and flung back her head as he took first one peak, then the other, into his mouth.

Christa moaned. “That’s… That feels so…”

He sucked, curling his agile tongue around one engorged nipple. A crackle of electricity surged from the pebbled nub straight to her clit. Christa opened her legs and wrapped them around his body, not minding in the least that he remained fully dressed whilst she was as near naked as made no difference.

He turned, and walked back toward the bed, as Christa crossed her ankles in the small of his back. He leaned forward to tip her onto the duvet then followed her down.

His mouth closed around her nipple again, the suction harder now, the sensation more intense. Christa’s pussy tingled and clenched as she writhed against him, desperate, purring, seeking more.

“The pants are gorgeous, as are you, chérie, but I think we might lose them now. Do you agree?”

Christa did agree, whole-heartedly. She reached for the waistband, intending to shove them down past her hips, but Johan caught her hand and stopped her.

“No, allow me. Please.”

***

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Making the Rules by Ashe Barker

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A good, honest, bare-bottom spanking never fails to clear the head…

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I am thrilled today, to bring you Ashe Barker’s latest scorching release,

Making the Rules.

When twenty-five-year-old forensic sociology student Lily Jamison travels to a small town in West Yorkshire to investigate the mysterious disappearance of a young girl, she expects to be working alone. But then Ben Tyler offers his help, and before Lily knows it the handsome former Chicago police officer has taken charge and made it his business to keep her safe, even if that means baring her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking when she disobeys him.

Ben’s firm-handed dominance and strict correction leave Lily deeply aroused, and when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a man masters a woman properly, she cannot help begging for more. But as Lily gets closer to the truth, she becomes ever more reckless. When she pushes things too far with her impulsive behaviour, will Ben be prepared to punish her as thoroughly and shamefully as necessary to convince her that he is the one making the rules?

Publisher’s Note: Making the Rules includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Get ready for the red-hot snippet, and then grab your own copy of this sizzling read!

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Ben released his grip on her hand. Lily closed the door to the room behind her and leaned back on it, barely able to believe what she was doing. She’d actually come here, in the middle of the night, to the home of a man, a man near enough a total stranger, to ask him to spank her.

What if he was some sort of deranged madman? A sadist? A pervert? All of the above? She knew next to nothing about Ben Tyler, yet here she was, in his bedroom of all places. And what if he wasn’t content to stop at just a spanking? She wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. She shouldn’t be here, she really shouldn’t.

The sudden rush of good sense had barely crystallised in her head before Ben caught her by the shoulders. He whirled her around so her back was pressed against the door and he brought his mouth down across hers in a kiss that quite literally stole her breath away. Stunned momentarily, Lily could only part her lips in response to his demanding pressure, and reeled as he darted his tongue between her teeth. He curled it around hers in a sensuous dance, and her knees buckled.

Ben appeared to sense her imminent collapse and tightened his hold, inserting his knee between her legs to hold her upright. Lily looped her hands together behind his neck and simply hung on.

He broke the kiss after a few moments, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Holy fuck, I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you yesterday.”

“Me too,” she whispered, only now allowing that desire to surface and take form. “I wanted… I mean, I thought…”

“I know.”

She should have bristled at his response, his confident certainty. Instead, she welcomed it, wanted to drown in it. Craved more of it.

“Are we, I mean, should we… Do you want me to take my clothes off?” He had said bare bottom, but she was uncertain just how much nudity that actually meant.

“Well, that’d be nice but let’s just check we’re on the same page here.” He lifted his head and took her chin in his palm, angling her face up so she had to meet his gaze. “You’re here because you want to try a spanking. Am I right, Lily?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I was wondering… I mean, it might… I watched some videos.”

“Videos?” He grinned at her. “I can imagine. And now you want to try it for yourself. You’re curious, right?”

“I suppose so. It’s just… I can’t really explain but I wanted to know how it would feel. How it would make me feel. You said it would relieve stress…”

“So curious that you come out, on your own, in the middle of the night?” He lifted one dark blond eyebrow. “Jesus Christ, girl, you’ve fucking earned a spanking for that alone. If you were my submissive you’d get what you deserve and not sit down for a week.”

“What are you talking about?” A prickle of unease snaked down Lily’s spine. “I thought… I mean, it looked like it might be fun, that it might even help me. I don’t want you to hurt me. What do you mean, ‘your submissive’?”

He stepped back. “You’re right. We are here to have fun and to give you your first taste of a spanking. It will hurt, but I think you already know that. It’s a nice sort of hurting though and we can stop whenever you like. That’s a fun spanking. For a moment there I was talking about something entirely different and definitely not why we’re here. I apologise if I frightened you, but you need to know I care about you and you scared me shitless just then. Promise me you won’t go wandering about on your own in the middle of the night.”

“But I was perfectly safe.”

“Just promise me, please. Humour me. I’m from New York.”

“Okay. I promise.”

He kissed her again. “Good girl. Now, you can get undressed if you like.”

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Held In Custody

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When he encounters an injured young woman while on a motorcycle ride on the small Scottish island of North Uist, police officer Finn Olsen immediately comes to her aid, but to his surprise her dialect proves all but incomprehensible to him. To make matters worse, she first tries to run and then does her best to stab him with a dagger after he catches her.

Recognizing that the woman is confused and distraught, Finn disarms her, handcuffs her, and brings her back to the local police station, which doubles as his home. Once she is in his custody, however, it quickly becomes clear that his beautiful, feisty prisoner comes from a very different era, and that she has somehow travelled forward in time more than a thousand years.

Finn takes it upon himself to keep the headstrong girl safe in a completely unfamiliar world, even going so far as to bare her bottom for a sound spanking with his belt when she attempts an escape. Despite her situation, she is deeply aroused by his bold dominance, and when he claims her properly she is left utterly spent and satisfied. But as they unravel the mystery of her arrival in the twenty-first century, will their discoveries bring an end to their newfound romance?

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He patted his lap and waited for Eira to resign herself to the inevitable. It did not take long. Eira edged forward from the head of the bed and eventually threw herself face down across his knee.

Finn lifted the towel to reveal the curved perfection of her bottom. He had, of course, had occasion to admire her body in the shower, though between the T-shirt and his own annoyance that opportunity had been limited. He took his time to savour her now.

Eira flinched when he laid his palm on the soft, tender skin of her buttock. He squeezed, then reached for the belt which he had laid beside him on the bed. Finn took the precaution of hooking his leg over both of hers to ensure she remained in place, and with his spare hand he held her wrists in the small of her back. He usually derived considerable pleasure from taking his belt to a willing woman and he was only marginally less enthusiastic about administering a decent disciplinary spanking. Now that he had Eira laid across his lap, waiting, he was ready to admit that this was where he had wanted to see her right from the moment he had set eyes on the woman on the road. Even so, he thought it best to get this done with quickly. It was late, they both needed to get some sleep.

Eira yelped when the first stroke landed. She wriggled and squirmed on Finn’s lap but he held her fast. After a few moments she settled and he delivered the second stroke. This time she whimpered but did not struggle. The third and fourth strokes were met with first screams, then sobbing. By the fifth she lay limp, weeping, her bottom sporting five vivid crimson stripes.

Finn laid the belt aside and traced each red wheal with his fingertips. He was gentle, but she hissed with pain even so.

“I am sorry, ” she gulped. “I will obey.”

“I know,” murmured Finn. “I know you will. And now, you know what will happen if you don’t.”

“I am sorry, also, for the knife.”

“That’s done with, I told you. It doesn’t matter.”

“I am sorry, even so.”

Finn eased her to her feet, then held her elbows until he was sure she was steady. “All is forgiven. You have been punished and we will not talk of it again, the knife or you disobeying me.” He pulled her to him in a hug then smiled up at her. “You must be tired. It is very late. I made a bed for you.”

“I know, in the prison.”

“No, not there. In another room. You can use it until you have somewhere else to stay.” He stood up and held out his hand. Eira took it, and he led her from the room.

“This is for me?” She gazed at the small but perfectly serviceable spare bedroom.

“Yes. You can sleep here. I’ll bring your clothes when they’re dry but until then you’ll have to borrow more of mine.”

“May I stay with you?”

“What?”

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