Molly’s endurance – #SatSpanks #DarkRomance #Erotica

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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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A darker spanking #Amwriting #SatSpanks #DarkRomance

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It’s the weekend, and my mind is definitely in a dark place this week, as my #SatSpanks snippet shows. We join the trials of Molly, who finds herself at the whim of a menacing stranger in this raw and unedited excerpt…

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“You look so good like this, Molly,” he purred from over her.

His words stirred her, snapping her from the thoughts of escape, and filling her with fresh anxiety.

“You should see how gorgeous this arse is now it’s reddening under my palm. Fucking beautiful…”

Molly gulped at that, unsure how she felt about his admission. Of course she was disgusted. Appalled by the way he was treating her. He had no right to take her, to bind her, or to spank her, and they both knew it. But as the swats continued to land against her, that most curious thing began to happen. Instead of registering the pain of each new strike, something else was transpiring inside her head. Now there was pleasure too. Her mind acknowledged the motion of his palm, and perhaps even conveyed the impact, but it didn’t really hurt any more. Or maybe it did, she wasn’t sure, but if it did then she welcomed the pain. She sought it. Yes, that was it. It did hurt, but now she liked it – she wanted it. It was the most bizarre realisation.

Now when she pulled at the ropes at her wrists, and felt them cut into her flesh she didn’t want to run from the sensation, she wanted more of it. She realised she was revelling in the ignominy of being bared to Connor. Yes, it was still humiliating, but now the humiliation was making her wetter than before. Wet, and hot, and ready.

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My Viking Master – #SatSpanks #Spanking #Vikings

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It’s time for #SaturdaySpanks once again! I am so happy to say that my new Vikings are now with my publisher, so to celebrate I’m bringing you a sensual punishment scene from the book…

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Oh, My Lofðungr.” The words bleed from my lips, although I give them no forethought.

I feel him shift under me, and all at once his left hand is at my shoulders, massaging the tight muscles there, whilst the other continues to deliver my spanking. I shudder at the conflict of the two acts, musing on how they perfectly sum up my Viking husband. He is the invader, the soldier who snatched me from my home, and denigrated me for his own pleasure, before deflowering me altogether. Yet, he is also the tender gentleman, who has sworn to protect me with his life, and promised to never leave my side again. Anders is all this and more. He is my master, and the very centre of my world.

As the admission settles over me, I actually feel myself yield. The tension in my body slips away, eased considerably by the hand which eases the knots from my muscles. And now, laying over his legs, I surrender to him, splaying my thighs and raising my behind to meet his hand, which spanks me over and over again.

“I cannot lose you, Aurelie.” His voice is imploring as it echoes over me, competing with the sound of each strike as it lands against my no-doubt reddening flesh. “You are my everything, my most precious possession.”

I exhale at his words, revelling in them. There was a time – not so very long ago – when I’d have kicked and baulked at the idea of being his possession, but now I bask in it. I am his – his wife, his lover, his toy, and one day, I will be his Queen. “Make me yours again, My Lofðungr,” I murmur, the words slipping from me as a new torrent of strikes rain down over me.

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By Royal Command – #SatSpanks

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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!

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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…

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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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Quit stalling – #SatSpanks #BDSM #alphamale

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It’s the weekend, and you know what that means? Get ready for your weekly dose of spanking from Felicity! 😉

This week’s snippet comes from a brand new WIP, and I’d love your feedback on the beginning of this punishment scene…

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“Madelaine.” His voice is stern, and it makes me move, my feet jumping into action, as I stumble towards him. “Shirt off,” he commands as I approach. “I don’t mind you wearing my clothes, in fact, I kinda like it, but this spanking is about reminding you of your place.”
“And that means I have to be naked?” I whisper, risking his wrath at my impertinence, as my fingers begin work on the buttons of the shirt.
Jack’s brow arches again, and he inhales as though he’s considering my query. “It means,” he says, his voice slow and steady as he replies. “That you will be whatever I ask you to be. Women on Ultruon will need to be compliant to their men, and anyway, Madelaine, you forget one important factor.” He closes the distance between us again, helping to strip my body of his cream shirt.
“What’s that, sir?” I murmur, gasping from his sudden proximity.
He smiles. “I know how much you enjoy this…”
I draw in a deep breath, allowing the idea to wash over me. Nothing makes me feel more nude, more vulnerable, and more damn sexy than being naked in front of him, when he stands fully dressed, and so damn smart before me.
“You may not recall all of the Q and A’s we had, Madelaine,” he continues, lifting one finger to trail the digit casually down my left arm. I shiver at the contact, my nipples hardening into stiff buds. “But we had a lot of them, and in those sessions, you divulged a lot of deeply personal things about yourself to me.”
Swallowing hard, I gaze up into his alluring eyes. “I did?” I murmur, barely recognising the sound of my own voice.
Jack smiles down at me. He’s so close now that I can feel the heat of his breath against my face. “Yes, you did,” he tells me. “Not at first of course. At first you were restrained, holding yourself back from me, but after a while you started to open up. You told me how much you desired to be taken in hand by a strong man. You told me how many nights you’d fantasized about being held to account for your actions, and spanked by a man who cared for you.”
Oh. My. I swear I don’t take a breath as he speaks, my eyes widening with his every word.
“Do you remember, Madelaine?”
My mouth opens and I gasp. “Yes, I think I do, sir,” I reply, my mind trying to flit between the memories and the hot analogy Jack’s painting with his words.
“And then I took you into the red room, and I bound you, and spanked you for the very first time.” He pauses, those dark pupils dilating as the recollection fills his mind. “Madelaine, you were so fucking wet for me. My discipline made you wild with desire.”
I squirm where I stand, shifting my weight from one hip to the other. “I know,” I whisper, “it still does.”
His lips twitch at my admission, and the hand at my arm rises to my chin. He holds it in place, lifting my face to meet his eye again. “Then be a good girl, and submit to your punishment,” he purrs. “It’s what you deserve, and…” He hesitates, his face leaning in so that our lips graze. “We both know how much you want it.”
He is gone in a second, his body moving back towards the recliner before he seats himself in place. Tapping his lap, he gazes up at me. “Are you ready?”
I’m not sure if I’m breathing, but I know my feet are move, and I shuffle to the side of where he sits, lining my body up alongside his knees. The look of Jack’s lap looks so daunting from here, and all of a sudden, I wonder if I can really do this. “What will you do to me, sir?” I ask, trying to sound respectful as my voice waivers.
Jack looks at my face, his expression calm. “I already told you,” he answers. “You’ll be spanked hard for your disobedience, but I’ll only use my palm. I might hurt you, Madelaine, but I’ll never cause you harm.”
I gulp at that, nodding my understanding. “Yes, sir.”
“Now, quit stalling, and get down here.”

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Goldie’s Reckoning… #SatSpanks

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It’s Saturday – phew! Thank goodness, it’s time for a spanking! 😉

This week, I’m bringing another delicious spanking scene from my naughty fairy tale, Goldie’s Surrender. If Goldie thinks one rugged bear is her reckoning, then how will she manage three?

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“Do you think you deserve to be punished, Goldie?” It is Heath’s voice that questions me, and I spin to face him, mulling for a moment over what he has asked.

Do I deserve it? The answer is probably yes, I do deserve to be punished, but spanked? Spanked like a naughty little child? The whole idea feels preposterous. I know Logan spanked me that first night. For some reason I’d accepted the shameful humiliation then, although there’d felt little choice at the time. The second spanking had been amazing—sensual and fun, like a unique exchange of power. As I recall, I had been the one who actually asked Logan to turn me over his knee. He’d also punished me right here, over the table yesterday when I’d butted heads with Ethan. True, that had been fast and hard, but even standing in the corner afterwards doesn’t compare to this. This is different. What he proposes now is a penance. That all three of them take their turns spanking my behind as retribution for my actions.

I glance up at Heath, my eyes darting to all three of them. “Perhaps,” I murmur, not making eye contact with any of them. “But all three of you?”

Logan laughs. “It’s okay, little fawn,” he smiles. “We’ll space the spankings out, and we promise palms only.” He pulls me toward him, and I go meekly. “We will take care of you,” he murmurs. “It looks like the forest already caused you enough damage last night…”

I glance down, assessing the sore scratches on my arms and legs, and I have to agree with him. “Okay,” I whisper.

“Okay,” he repeats, his strong arms snaking to my waist. “So, you will be spanked, and you will clean the hallway, and in return, we shall forget all about your bad behaviour. Is that fair?”

I’m not convinced it’s fair at all, but the feeling of being warm and secure in his arms is so compelling that I nod, apparently unable to resist him.

“You’ll begin over my lap, little fawn,” Logan purrs, keeping me close as he reseats himself.

I sigh, accepting his verdict with some reluctance. I watch as he taps his lap with one large hand. “Come now,” he says with a smile. “Over my knee.”

I swallow hard, moving toward him and draping myself over his strong legs, my bound arms hanging low in front of me. Something about just being upturned over his lap makes my heart pace rapidly. He is so powerful, and in control, and me? I couldn’t stop him from spanking me even if I wanted him to, and I’m not really sure that I do.

The first swat lands without warning. The strike is hard and the sound rips through the kitchen. I think I gasp, but the noise is swallowed up by Logan’s large palm as it lands against my exposed and vulnerable bottom again.

“Why are you being spanked, little fawn?” Logan’s voice rings out from above me.

“I was selfish and reckless, sir,” I reply, repeating his earlier words back to him, and praying inwardly that they will suffice.

“Correct,” he answers me, just before the third swat strikes me. I feel the sting as it lands, warming the area in that dull ache I remember. “You will never. Ever. Put. Yourself. In. Danger. Again!” He accentuates each word with a new spank to my helpless backside, and I yelp, squirming at the sudden ferociousness of the onslaught.

“Are we clear, little fawn?” Logan roars from over me.

I pant in response, the arousal and embarrassment burgeoning inside of me. “Yes, sir,” I gasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Not yet,” he tells me as he spanks me again. “But you will be, Goldie. We are going to do what your Daddy should have done years ago. You will be punished soundly until you are contrite, and then you will be loved and comforted.”

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The Viking’s attention… #SatSpanks

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It’s finally the weekend, and with it comes the joy of #SatSpanks! I’m now fully immersed in my Viking edits, so today I’m thrilled to offer you more naughty delights from the book.

In this scene, we join Aurelie, once again at the mercy of her dominant Viking’s attentions…

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His hands are on me, his hot flesh skimming over my cooler skin. I’m aware of one hand coming to rest at my shoulders, and the other sweeping down past the small of my back to the vulnerable, exposed orbs of my bottom.
“How I have missed you these last days, Aurelie,” he purrs from over me.
I open my mouth to respond, but all at once that hand is gone, replaced by a hard swat to my backside. The sting is immediate, warming the area, before his palm lands the second strike.
“These long days journeying home, and your impeccable behaviour has meant I have been remiss in my duties to redden your delicious bottom.” His voice has taken on a compelling sing-song quality, and I am almost lost in it, until the next swat lands. This one is much harder, and produces a small yelp from me. “You must accept my apology for that,” he says, breathlessly. “Know that now I am back in Lundborg, I will dedicate myself to giving you the attention you deserve.”
Three further strikes land in fast succession, creating a dull ache from behind me. My hips roll forward, an unfortunate, but inevitable consequence Anders’ spankings seem to produce in me.
“Yes, my sweeting,” he says, his voice vibrating over me. “You need this too, do you not?”
I moan at the next impact, taking a moment to absorb the pain before I answer him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I groan, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs already. Whatever it is about being taken in hand by a powerful man, Anders has it in good measure. Somehow, only the sound of his voice can leave me wanting, let alone what he can do with the palm of his hand. 

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