Welcome to Saturday. I’m happily celebrating my birthday (still) but fear not, I’m still leaving you my weekly delivery of delicious #SatSpanks! This time is from my current WIP (the one I’ve been working on all week,) and we join it mid-punishment…
He doesn’t respond with words. Instead, his palm does the talking, reddening my backside with short, sharp swats, which send me a definite message. I am in charge, Madelaine. You will stay where I put you – where you are bound. You will endure…
And that’s what I do. I tolerate the onslaught, registering each strike as it lands, and trying to imagine where it has landed on my helpless bottom. I accept each delivery for what it is – his mastery of me – and I suffer for him, because it’s what we both need to happen.
I lose count of the strikes around thirty, each blending and blurring into one blistering punishment, and it’s around then that it happens. Something shifts in me. There’s a change, and it’s new and disquieting. The spanks still fall, and the pain still registers, but it’s different now. Now, I welcome it, relishing the sensation of it all. I push my ass back to meet his hand, my hips flexing of their own accord.
This Saturday I am sharing a sexy spanking snippet from my new Viking romance (the follow up to The Viking’s Conquest!) In this scene, Aurelie discovers what happens when she deliberately disobeys Anders (you’d think she would have figured this out by now, but anyway…)
I see him smile, and his face descends to my nape. His hot lips press into my neck, caressing the sensitive flesh there, and an unconscious moan escapes my mouth at the heady sensation. And then he is gone, the heat and weight of his body disappearing as quickly as it arrived.
“It is time,” he says, his tone lower than before. “We begin with ten lashes, and we shall see how you fare.”
I nod, trying to muster my mettle from wherever it is hiding. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I reply, my tone breathy.
The subtle noise the lash creates as it slices through the air is the only warning I receive, and seconds later the cruel impact of the thing lands against my exposed behind. The sound as it lands is loud, cracking through the air like a canon and making my feet leave the rug below them even before the pain registers. The sting is next, and the hurt is intense. In the post-climatic haze of our love-making the last time Anders had used the lash on me, I had quite forgotten just how much the thing hurts, and now I remember it all.
“Ouch!” I call out, unable to contain the burn of the lash.
“Does my lash sting, my sweeting?” he asks, coolly.
I still at his tone, indignation flaring in me, the force of which takes me by surprise. The inner battle between my pride and my contrition as intense as it always was. “Yes,” I snap. “Yes, it does.”
The implement is in the air again and this time it lands against the other side of my bottom, making me jump again as my fists grip tightly to the bed post before me.
“Good,” he muses aloud. “I am pleased to hear it. Whilst you think on the pain, consider also why you come to find yourself in this predicament in the first place.”
He lands the third strike then, catching me off guard, and I draw in a breath. All of my stoicism abandons me at this moment, and tears begin to burn in my eyes.
“Tell me, Aurelie.” His voice is so stern. “Why are you being punished this way?”
The flames at my ass are sear into me with such intensity that I have to take another deep breath before I can even answer him. “I was dis…obedient,” I begin, “and disrespectful.”
I brace myself, waiting for the next strike, but instead I hear his words.
“Go on,” he coaxes. “Why the lash? Why do you deserve the lash?”
I sigh, dropping my head between my outstretched arms as the first large teardrop falls past my nose. “I put myself in danger, My Lofðungr,” I answer him, miserably.
“Yes, you did,” he replies, and all at once the lash cracks against my skin again, making me cry out. “You are my everything,” he hisses from behind me, the angst evident to hear even in his voice. “I cannot lose you, Aurelie. Not. Ever.”
He punctuates the final words with two new strikes to my punished cheeks, and the momentum of them takes my breath away. I let out a low sob, allowing the tears to come now and not caring who hears me.
“Four more, Aurelie,” he tells me, and his tone has softened.
I nod, sniffing back my self-pity as I reply. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I tell him without lifting my head.
Stay tuned for more news on my domineering Viking!
If you missed the first instalment of his BDSM romance, then grab it here:
In the book, Avery Madison, a farm girl from Montana and struggling interior decorator, has been trespassing on a private beach as payback for a broken promise.
For weeks billionaire Dean Guthrie has been irritated by a young woman disrupting his solitude, and finally catching her he pulls her over his knee. Infuriated she marches into the water not noticing the menace lurking in the shallow depths.
Dean’s frantic shouts of warning send her racing back to the sand, and barely escaping the jaws of the great white she falls into his arms at the water’s edge.
Moments later he recognizes the dark-haired green-eyed beauty. At a chance meeting months before she’d begged him to look at her ideas for his house. Though he’d agreed and was eager to see her again the portfolio had failed to appear.
They realize conniving forces must have interfered, but who, and why? As smoldering passion ignites, more questions surface as they are faced with a mysterious spate of nasty misdeeds.
Does someone want to keep them apart, or are Avery and Dean in serious danger…?
A menace lurks and romance flames in this sexy romance. If you enjoy mystery and suspense with take-charge alpha male and feisty female, you’ll love The Billionaire’s Beach. Grab your sunscreen and click the link today.
This sounds like a fascinating read, and just to prove the point, here’s a snippet to whet your proverbial whistle!
A ripple of something indefinable was moving through his body. He’d wronged her, but who was she, and what had he done?
“This isn’t about me owning this property,” he exclaimed. “Tell me, dammit. What’s going on with you?”
“I’m leaving, that’s what’s going on with me,” she snapped, and turning away she hurried towards the water, but to his surprise she abruptly stopped, spun around, and glowered at him. “I’m glad I was irritating, I’m glad I messed with your perfect little world,” she shouted. “Maybe I was wrong to trespass, but you deserved every aggravating moment, and I might have a sore backside but it’s worth it. It’s time you did some thinking…asshole!”
As she stormed off a second time, he stared after her in complete disbelief. The bikini-clad, beautiful young woman had been the source of ongoing irritation for many weeks, and he’d done what came naturally. He was a dominant, spanking was as inherent as breathing, but had he acted too quickly? Clearly there was more to the story, but why hadn’t she told him? He thought about chasing after her but changed his mind. She was in a state, and he wasn’t feeling particularly happy either. Striding across to the staircase he punched the code into the gate keypad and started up the steps. His habit was to take them two at a time for exercise. He’d been tempted to put in an electric chair, but he liked the forced workout.
“Avery Madison,” he muttered. “I’d remember that name, but her voice, I know her voice, dammit.”
She had a knock-out body, but how could he recognize any woman wearing such large dark sunglasses? Any time he’d studied her through the telescope they’d covered her face. Had it been purposeful? Had she deliberately been hiding behind them so he wouldn’t recognize her?
“Dammit. I should have made her take them off. What’s wrong with me?”
He couldn’t abide sand in his house, and before entering he made it a point to clean it off with a brush he kept hanging on the railing. As he swept his feet and legs he continued pondering, and moving inside he headed up the stairs to his bedroom. As he dropped his clothes into the bathroom hamper, and washed his hands and face, the young woman’s attitude and words continued to weigh on his mind.
“We’ve met,” he mumbled. “I can feel it, and I know your voice. It’ll come to me. Once I calm down, it’ll come to me.”
Quickly dressing in comfortable slacks and a thin v-neck cashmere sweater, he moved swiftly back to the kitchen and filled a mug with coffee from his built-in coffeemaker. Curious to see if she’d left he carried the hot drink outside to the deck, and walking to the railing he stared down at his beach. To his surprise he saw her standing thigh-deep in the water. The baseball cap was gone, and her long dark hair was flirting with the wind. The sun, huge and low on the horizon, was sending a myriad of colors across the sky and sea. The sight was breathtaking. It was a photograph waiting to be taken.
Hurrying inside he grabbed his phone, moved quickly back to the railing and framed the shot. He snapped the picture, and as he stared at the captured image he felt a strange stirring in his soul. He glanced down at her, and to his surprise she turned around and gazed up at him. Had she felt his eyes on her? The moment felt almost ethereal, and impulsively he raised his hand in a simple wave. As she briefly lifted hers in response, he wanted to run down the stairs and pull her out of the water. Without those damn sunglasses he’d know her, he was sure of it, but she had already turned back to face the sea and was moving slowly forward.
“I’m going to have this printed out,” he mumbled looking back at the photograph, then seeing what looked like a speck of dirt on the glass he brushed it aside.
It didn’t move.
He enlarged the image.
A shard of panic sliced through his being.
It was a shark’s fin, and it was perilously close to shore.
A huge thanks to everyone who took part in my recent contest to celebrate 100 posts right here at WordPress. I am thrilled to announce that the winner of the giveaway is Jean Pleasant – congratulations, Jean! You’ll be receiving your prize copy of my bestselling erotic Viking romance, The Viking’s Conquest!
I’ll have more exciting news for you all really soon, and the chance to be part of something new, with unique giveaways and ARC opportunities!
It occurred to me that yesterday (19th October) was the first anniversary since The Viking’s Conquest was released, and wow – what a year it has been!
The powerful, and often divisive tale of Anders and Aurelie’s blossoming love affair has been such an amazing success. It reached #1 in three countries and stayed there for over 50 days! As we speak it is still inside the top 50 in the UK, and has resiliently stayed inside for top 100 for the majority of the last year. On top of that it was runner up in last year’s ‘best erotic’ Spanking Romance awards, and won the readers-choice ‘Favourite Historical Fiction’ award – Just. Wow!
I have all of you to thank for this awesome achievement, so thank you to each and every reader who has bought and reviewed the book. I know it is not to everyone’s taste, and I totally respect that, but I still appreciate those who take the time to read my work.
I am currently penning the sequel, and am once again totally immersed in the debauchery of Anders and Aurelie. I hope to have their new story completed by the end of this year, so I’ll hopefully have more news of this soon.
Don’t forget, if you haven’t read The Viking’s Conquest, you can win yourself a copy in my giveaway this week! Find out the details and enter right here! 🙂
Summer Graystone joins us today with her hot erotic romance, Gaining Maisy. In the book, personal trainer, Carter Lewis knows his way around the gym–and around a woman’s body. No stranger to the wild world of domination, Carter can spot a woman with a deep need for total submission from a mile a way. And the beautiful, but broken Maisy is just begging for it. Now, it’s Carter’s turn to teach Maisy just how gorgeous and sexy she really is–if she’ll just accept her curves and size for what they truly are: Sexy as hell.
Check out this sexy little snippet, and grab your copy below!
Every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.
Then with his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”
Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”