It’s Saturday, you know what that means. Saturday spankings! Here is a sexy spanking snippet from the new book I am working on, Molly is still learning to be a pet but is finding it is turning her on in all the right ways.
Connor punished her at every pass, spanking her thoroughly with the paddle and no-doubt intentionally ensuring it nudged her tail each time it connected with her. After every strike he would declare the number, and Molly would continue crawling, her face falling lower with the shame and her behind aching more and more from the repeated onslaught.
When he finally called ten, she wanted to cheer and collapse, but she didn’t dare. Instead she carried on as she had been, waiting for some sign that her ordeal might be over.
“That’s your ten delivered,” he said, matter-of-factly, “but I won’t hesitate to deliver more as required. Now, I have a lot of story to read, so the more you distract me with your bad behaviour, the longer you’ll be exercising. Do you understand?” She passed him again, lowering her eyes so she didn’t have to connect with his self-satisfied expression.
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.
“Crawl the other way now,” he instructed. “I like a change every now and then.”
She paused, sighing quietly as she turned her body in front of him and began her new clockwise circle. This was turning into the most humiliating deed of the whole time he’d had her. Being kept leashed was bad enough, but being made to perform like an animal was mortifying. She didn’t have to feel between her legs to know how wet she was.
However fucked up and wrong this all was, it was hitting her buttons with disturbing ease, and that reality made it all worse somehow.
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It’s Saturday, you know what that means. Saturday spankings! Molly is figuring out what being a pet is all about in this naughty snippet.
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His new pet had the most stunning behind. It was pert, round and perfectly formed, without a doubt designed for his large palms to correct. That right palm rose from her flesh, before coming crashing back down against her. He relished the impact, watching as the strike resonated over her flawless cheeks. There was no noise from her, not even a gasp, and the lack of response spurred him on.
Delivering the second spank he intentionally aimed for the same spot, this time observing her face as the impact reverberated around her body. Molly squeezed her eyes shut, but still there was no gasp, no yelp, nothing to suggest pain. Steeling himself, Connor delivered a further five swats in fast succession, and all the time he watched her even expression. His pet was stoic and strong, and a bizarre sense of pride filled him, but still, this was a punishment, and he wouldn’t be happy until she was overwhelmed with the sting of his palm.
“Why are you being spanked, pet?” He growled, peppering her cheeks with hard smacks as he spoke. She opened her eyes, his voice apparently bringing her back to the here and now. “I didn’t finish my hot chocolate, Sir,” she replied, breathlessly. Connor nodded at her admission, but his palm did not relent. Instead, it continued to spank her, lowering its intensity towards the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs. As his hand connected to this new target, a small whimper left her delicate lips. His cock throbbed furiously at the sound, his gaze assessing her face as he shifted to the next thigh.
“More specifically,” he demanded. “Tell me where your hot chocolate was when you failed to finish it as requested.” Molly gasped, her eyes flying back to meet his as his palm spanked her again, alternating between her pale thighs. Connor gazed at her coolly. Now he was really enjoying himself. Not only was he getting to discipline his gorgeous little pet, but even better, he had found a weak spot. Having her thighs spanked obviously hurt, and as his gaze flitted back to her upturned bottom, he could see the flesh there beginning to colour wonderfully.
“I didn’t finish the chocolate in my bowl, Sir” she answered him, her face flushing as she forced the words out. Connor’s palm stilled, pressing into the heat of her punished bottom. She’d said the words out loud, just as he’d wanted.
“That’s right,” he told her, ensuring his gaze drilled into the exposed area of her pretty face. “You’re going to have to get used to lapping from that bowl, pet, because that’s the only way you’ll be drinking from now on. Got it?” As he spoke his hand rose a few inches and swatted her upturned cheeks hard.
“Yes, Sir,” Molly gasped, eyeing him wildly.
“Good,” he replied, landing another three strikes against her now pink cheeks. “Bad pets who disobey me are punished, do you understand?”
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Happy Saturday, everyone! It’s finally the weekend again, and with it comes the awesome, #SatSpanks.
I’ve been busy editing all week, and am pleased to bring you another scintillating snippet from the new book…
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There were no more warnings. Instead, Connor flicked the cane over her reddening bottom, landing it over her exposed cheeks. She sobbed quietly, but remained still, and based on the tension he could see in her shoulders, Connor could guess at the amount of effort that immobility took.
“Thank you, Master,” she squeaked, and he paused at her words, pleasantly surprised at them. So, the little pet was contrite then, or so it would seem, but it wouldn’t be enough o save her now. Her recent performance was already sufficient to condemn her to the cage once this penance was through.
Focusing on her bottom once more, Connor delivered the final four swats. He landed them so fast that Molly had little time to respond, let alone thank him, and as the cane branded her flesh for the final time he threw the implement onto the black tiled floor for dramatic effect.
“Your caning is over,” he concluded, assessing her as he spoke.
The release of tension was visible, and at the sound of his words, she broke down again, sobbing her heart out onto the bench. Connor sighed at the sight. Much though he appreciated her distress, she was going to make herself ill if she didn’t stop.
He left her bound body, and wandered to the left of the room, to the small, black refrigerator he’d had installed. Opening the door, he shone a bright light against the cold tiles as he reached inside for a bottle of water. Twisting the cap, he took a slug, and turned to assess his pet. She was clearly overwrought, and would need refreshment.
He opened the dark cupboard above his head, eyeing the collection of pet bowls and accessories which he’d prepared for this purpose. Choosing the one closest to him, he poured some of the cold water into the bowl, before striding back to where his pet was waiting.
“Time for a drink,” he told her, as he placed the dish on the tile by the side of the bench.
She turned her head, revealing a tangle of dark hair over burning red eyes.
“Are you going to behave yourself?” He asked her, crouching and edging closer to her perturbed expression.
Molly sniffed, and nodded as she answered him. “Yes, Master,” she promised, the relief evident in her tone.
Poor little pet. She clearly assumed that this part of her ordeal was over, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. “Good,” he continued, reaching for her left wrist and slowly releasing her limb from the strap.
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It’s time for your Saturday spanking, and with my new dark romance finally written, the edits are on! Here’s a new scintillating snippet from the book to whet your appetite (NSFW as always, I’m afraid!)
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“This spanking is designed to teach you an important lesson, pet,” he told her, slapping both cheeks playfully. His voice was soft and tantalising, much like the look of her body splayed over his lap, and he relished the soft gasp which escaped her mouth at the first swat. “Be a good girl and take what’s coming to you.”
Glancing left towards her face, he saw her pull in a shaky breath, but she didn’t respond. She didn’t fight either though, so Connor took that as her acquiescence to his demands, and concentrated on the task in hand. And what a task it was…
His new pet had the most stunning bottom. It was pert, round and perfectly formed, without a doubt designed for his large palms to correct. That right palm rose from her flesh, before coming crashing back down against her. He relished the impact, watching as the strike resonated over her flawless cheeks. There was no noise from her, not even a gasp, and the lack of response spurred him on. Delivering the second spank he intentionally aimed for the same spot, this time observing her face as the impact reverberated around her body. Molly squeezed her eyes shut, but still there was no gasp, no yelp, nothing to suggest pain. Steeling himself, Connor delivered a further five swats in fast succession, and all the time he watched her even expression. His pet was stoic and strong, and a bizarre sense of pride filled him, but still, this was a punishment, and he wouldn’t be happy until she was overwhelmed with the sting of his palm.
“Why are you being spanked, pet?” He growled, peppering her cheeks with hard smacks as he spoke.
She opened her eyes, his voice apparently bringing her back to the here and now. “I didn’t finish my hot chocolate, Sir,” she replied, breathlessly.
Connor nodded at her admission, but his palm did not relent. Instead, it continued to spank her, lowering its intensity towards the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs. As his hand connected to this new target, a small whimper left her delicate lips. His cock throbbed furiously at the sound, his gaze assessing her face as he shifted to the next thigh.
“More specifically,” he demanded. “Tell me where your hot chocolate was when you failed to finish it as requested.”
Molly gasped, her eyes flying back to meet his as his palm spanked her again, alternating between her pale thighs. Connor gazed at her coolly. Now he was really enjoying himself. Not only was he getting to discipline his gorgeous little pet, but even better, he had found a weak spot. Having her thighs spanked obviously hurt, and as his gaze flitted back to her upturned bottom, he could see the flesh there beginning to colour wonderfully.
“I didn’t finish the chocolate in my bowl, Sir” she answered him, her face flushing as she forced the words out.
Connor’s palm stilled, pressing into the heat of her punished bottom. She’d said the words out loud, just as he’d wanted, but hearing them had nearly taken his breath away.
“That’s right,” he told her, ensuring his gaze drilled into the exposed area of her pretty face. “You’re going to have to get used to lapping from that bowl, pet, because that’s the only way you’ll be drinking from now on. Got it?” As he spoke his hand rose a few inches and swatted her upturned cheeks hard.
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For this week’s #SatSpanks, I’m sharing more from my writing desk, and this time the darkness has turned to pet play…
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He placed the laptop on the ground to his left, wanting to give her his full attention. The reading would just have to wait, whatever his reservations on the subject. The third strike was firm and he made sure he whacked her pussy this time. The sound of moisture as the paddle connected with her wet seam made him smile broadly. “Three, pet,” he declared, waiting on the appropriate response from her.
“Th-thank you, sir,” she replied. He could tell she’d made herself say the words, but still, she had said them. And that was a start.
“Master,” he corrected her as she wriggled past him. “From now on, you will refer to me as your master.”
He heard the gasp which escaped her lips, and the sound made him chuckle.
“Yes, m-master,” she sighed, her face burning an even deeper shade of crimson.
The game continued, his paddle making contact with his pet’s reddening ass another six times as she crawled past him. Each time he made sure he spanked the tail held beautifully in place by the dildo inside her, and each time he waited for the appropriate response. His cock grew harder every time she called him master, and by the time she came around for the tenth swat, his desire burned almost as hot as her bottom.
Aiming for the final time, Connor landed the swat and sighed with satisfaction as he watched her shuffle away as quickly as her hands and knees would allow. Her ass wriggled perfectly as she moved, sending the tail into humiliating swing past the punished orbs of her behind. He hoped she appreciated these little touches as much as he did, but based on the visible evidence of her arousal, he reckoned Molly did.
“Thank you, master,” she conceded as she passed the fireplace, and he stood from the chair, rearranging the hardness in his pants as she crawled back to him.
“Stop,” he ordered, and as she complied, his erection throbbed hungrily. “You made it, pet. Even if you did require a little instruction towards the end.”
There was a small sniff from the woman at his feet, but she didn’t raise her head or reply.
“Did you enjoy your exercise?” He asked, choosing to ignore the lack of response for the time being.
That made her face move, and she lifted her chin to look at him, her pale eyes burning with defiance. “No, master,” she replied, practically spitting out the final word. “I did not enjoy it.”
He chuckled at her darkly, raising his right hand slowly to the side of her face. She shrunk away, trying to dodge the contact, but his palm insisted, following her flesh until there was nowhere else for her to hide. “That’s a shame,” he told her with a sigh. “Because I did enjoy it, very much, and you will certainly be back here for more exercise soon.”
A small sob caught in her throat as his words resonated through her, but she didn’t counter him. Evidently the sting in her ass was reminding her what the consequences of that action would be.
“And now to the pleasure,” he murmured, intentionally shifting his tone to something more soft and sensual. Molly’s eyes darted to him, widening with her apparent need, yet still she didn’t speak. “Do you think you deserve your pleasure, pet?”
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It’s finally the weekend, and with it comes the delicious #SatSpanks blog hop! This week I am bringing you more from one of my current, darker WIP’s. In this scene, Molly’s punishment is only just beginning…
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Her silent questions were answered by his hand which landed against her bared behind again before she could fully process his last comments. He spanked her five times in fast succession, each swat landing in almost exactly the same spot as the prior, and causing her bottom to sting unbearably. Molly flinched at the pain, her head becoming heavier with each strike. This wasn’t the way she’d imagined punishment spankings when she’d written them. In her books, the heroine was always punished with a loving hand, knowing that her pleasure would be imminent if she only endured the penance. But Connor’s hands were not loving, and there were no guarantees of anything for her now. She didn’t even know when she’d be free again, let alone able to enjoy pleasure. A low sob caught in her throat as his hand moved against her punished ass again and again, and she buried her head into the bedding, grateful at least that she didn’t have to see his face during the ordeal.
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.
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This Tuesday, I’m pleased to be joined by fellow Wicked Pen, Nia Farrell, and her new release, Stitch.
In the book, Matteo Visconti is a desperate man. Freshly wounded with a bullet in his shoulder, he’s sworn to hunt the man who put it there, but first, the bullet needs out. He kidnaps a doctor from a convenience store at gunpoint, intending to kill her when her usefulness is done.
Bethany Shelton is only a physical therapist, but she manages to remove the bullet and save Matteo’s life. It’s too bad that he can’t afford to let her live, not even after they’ve had one desperate joining. Forced to call for help when infection sets in, Matteo leaves Beth’s fate to his father, Dom Visconti, and his assassin brother Val.
After months of futile searching, Matteo returns home for Italian Fest and learns that Beth is alive. His father gives him the choice to keep her or kill her. When Matteo goes to her house, intending to take what belongs to him, he learns that they have a son.
In this darker, dubious consent Mafia romance, Beth will do anything to stay alive and raise her child. Matteo doesn’t hesitate to drag her down into his world. He’ll make her want to stay despite the danger, despite the pain. But when you marry into the mob, you don’t just get a crime family, you get their enemies, too.
Stitch is a full-length, standalone erotic romance written for Ages 18+. Check out a steamy excerpt from the book…
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“I shouldn’t want you,” he grated, his breath still minty from when she’d helped him brush his teeth after supper. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. With the cashier. With that mother at the checkout. You, without a stitch, lying on the seat of my SUV, looking so peaceful. So pure of heart. I promised myself that I wasn’t going to touch you again. You don’t know who I am. What I’ve done. What I’ll have to do as soon as I can go again. There’s a monster out there who needs put down. He takes women, shares them with his club, and kills them. He raped my cousin. I promised to avenge my family’s honor. I failed once. I won’t rest until he’s stopped.”
Stopped…as in dead.
Matteo was not the kind of man that most parents envision for their daughter. He had no qualms about killing someone who deserved it. He was willing to be judge, jury, and executioner if it meant that justice would be served when the legal system failed.
The intensity in his eyes was mesmerizing. She wet her lips and swallowed hard.
“You should have run away as far and as fast as you could go.”
“You pointed a gun at me.”
“It was empty. It’s still empty unless you found bullets and reloaded it. But I needed help. I’m just sorry it was you.”
He thrust himself against her hand. Beth realized that her fingers were still wrapped around his girth, or as far as they could reach, anyway.
He had needed her, but the nature of his needs had taken a very carnal turn. In another time, another place, she might have been seduced into having a one-night stand with a handsome, well-dressed man possessing an air of danger and an impressive cock. But now…
If she fought him, she could hurt him. If he didn’t take it easy, he could start bleeding internally again, and this time, she might not be able to stop it.
Would it really be so bad, to give herself to him just this once? No right, no wrong. Nothing but elemental need and what it took to assuage it.
“Matteo—”
“You were my angel of mercy,” he murmured, his voice grown rough with desire. “Have mercy on me now.”
He cupped her head and urged her face down to his. Rather than risk hurting him, she surrendered to her own rising passion.
They came together with opened mouths and parted lips. Tongues thrust, twining around each other in a dance as old as humankind. Forsaking her hold on his manhood, she unzipped her pants, hooked her fingers in the tops of her panties, and shoved everything down. Kicking them aside, she climbed on the bed and straddled him, riding the ridge of his cock and stimulating his length while his mouth continued to consume hers.
He claimed one breast with his good hand, splaying his large fingers, rubbing and squeezing it. Her hardened nipple prodded his palm. Catching it between his fingers, he rolled and tugged on it, a pull that she felt all the way to her core.
She threw off her shirt, wanting to feel his mouth on her breasts. Pushing them together, she offered herself to him, rising up to meet his mouth and welcoming the feel of his lips claiming one, then the other. He took a nipple between his teeth and teased it with his tongue, licking, flicking, curling around it and sucking it inside. He feasted on her flesh like a starving man, a desperate man, a wounded man with an uncertain future, seeking to make the most of the time that was left to him.
She didn’t want to think that he might die. She wasn’t ready to accept that this might be the last act of his life. The last time that he’d know the joy of a woman’s body and the comfort of her touch. She gave it to him, all the while bargaining with God to do what He could to save him. He might be a dangerous man, but he wasn’t a bad man. Not really. He was lonely and vulnerable and likely as scared as she was that things might not end well.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, seeking to reassure him when he pushed down the front of his sweatpants and freed his cock. “It’s okay,” she said when he bent his knees and started to enter her, skin to skin, with nothing separating them. She wasn’t about to raise the subject of condoms with a man who might be dying.
He claimed her in one desperate, searing thrust that took her breath away.
This Thursday, I am excited to bring news of bestselling author, Jennifer Bene’s dark, new release, Destruction. The sound of this dark romance makes me tingly… check it out for yourself.
Vengeance and destruction are all he has left.
Lianna Mercier has everything. She’s beautiful, well-educated, her father is rich, powerful — and she works for him. The perfect little princess, raised to be just like daddy.
But it’s all a lie.
A bloody, fucked up lie, and David Gethen is about to tear it all down and destroy Lianna in the process. He wants revenge, he wants to finish the plan his father started years ago — but after he takes her, after he tortures her, he begins to realize just how wrong he may have been.
Brace yourself for the sizzling excerpt…
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“Whatever it is you want, I can help you get it. You don’t have to do this.”
“You can’t,” he answered, and he knew it was true. The lack of action from the asshole when she’d begged on the phone had made it clear. As long as he stopped, Mercier would continue to drag this out — which left only one option, he’d have to hurt the girl, torture her until he gave in for real. No more promises, no more time, no more deadlines.
Action or destruction.
“I can. Ju-just give me the chance.” Her hands tightened into fists as he moved closer, tugging at the chains that he already knew wouldn’t give her any slack.
“No more chances for you or Daddy. Either he signs, or we keep going until you’re done.”
“Done?” she whispered, and the tears pooling in her eyes caught the lights making them shine. So fucking beautiful. Such a fucking waste.
“That’s right.”
“Oh God!” The girl fought hard, ripping at the cuffs, making her breasts bounce, nipples hardened by the cool air in the room, and he watched for a minute as a few tears leaked out into her hair.
“Don’t worry, I don’t want you to talk to him this time.” Lifting the ball gag in his hands, he smiled underneath the mask when she shook her head, panic making her flail harder at the chains while his cock stiffened against his leg.
“Please! Just let me talk to him again, please, tell me what you want him to sell and I’ll convince him! I swear! I’ll do it!” As she begged, he knelt down beside her, taking a moment to trace one finger over the soft skin of her arm. She felt so pure, so good, and how someone like her had come from someone so evil he couldn’t figure out — but none of that mattered. All he needed was her suffering.
“Open up.” He held the gag in front of her face, offering her the easy way, but she clenched her teeth tight just like he’d expected. Somehow the girl was simultaneously terrified of him, and still defiant. Where was her sense of self-preservation? Why wasn’t she submitting to him fully in an attempt to make him lenient?
Not like it would work.
Wrapping his hand under her chin, he dug his fingers into the muscles of her jaw, slowly forcing her mouth wide as she whimpered. As soon as there was enough space, he forced the ball gag between her teeth, and then pressed his hand down to keep it there. “Tsk, tsk. I wasn’t asking, princess, and when you disobey you just make me angry.”
A sharp, incomprehensible shout escaped her lips, so he locked the gag a notch too tight, leaving her groaning as her jaw strained.
“You should hope he loves you as much as you think he does.”
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