Zoe gets his hand #SatSpanks #NewRelease

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Thank goodness it is FINALLY the weekend! I have been so busy with the kids being home, trying to write, and find time to edit that I am ready for the weekend. My new release, Zoe’s Impetus in the N.E.R.D anthology, is doing amazingly well and I have just the perfect scene for this #SatSpanks entry.  If you haven’t picked it up, do so HERE before Monday because the price is only 99 cents through the weekend!


There’s a small chuckle from over me, and then all at once his palm leaves my jeans briefly, before it comes crashing back down against me. I think I gasp at the impact, my mind registering the pain, although I barely care.

He’s spanking me again, giving me what I want, and what I need, and for the longest time, that’s all I can think about. I stop fighting, my body slumping over his long limbs as the swats fall over me, his palm landing over and over again.

I groan as the pain builds, the heat radiating from my spanked behind and pooling between my legs. Christ it hurts, but I love it, and I wonder how I’ll ever move forward without this discipline in my life. The swats cease all at once, and his large palm comes to rest over my smarting bottom.

“Professor, please!” I wail, hating how desperate I feel at this moment. I don’t know what I’m calling for. Perhaps I want more of the pain, or maybe, I’m just appalled at myself for needing it.

“What is it, Zoe?” he asks, his tone raspy as he answers.

“Why have you stopped?” I feel my face flame a deeper shade of red at the question, but the words are out before the logical part of my brain can stop them. He laughs from over the top of me, and I tense at the sound.

“You’re enjoying this rather more than I expected,” he chuckles. “Usually a few hard swats will inspire some more dedication on the part of the reader, but with you, it seems not to be the case…” There’s a pause, and silence falls over the space. The energy within me furls as I wait for him to continue.

“Let me think,” he goes on. “Perhaps I’ll need to deliver a bare-bottom spanking to really get your attention, Zoe?”


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One HOT Professor! #SatSpanks #Preorder now #SpankingRomance

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The preorder for Zoe’s Impetus is now LIVE and is released on 10 August.  I can’t wait for you to get your hands on it, so how about another excerpt of it for this #SatSpanks edition of spanking fun?

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That’s it. The words are out there, and all at once the atmosphere shifts between us once again. With my consent, his hand slips from my face and he pats the trousers of his suit. “Come then,” he instructs me. “Down over my lap with your book.”

I gaze down at the place he had indicated my head giddy with the weight of his expectations. Have I really just agreed to do this, I wonder? But I know I have, and worse, I know I want it.

Moving gingerly, I shift to his side, gripping the book in my right hand. With one final deep breath, I bend, lowering myself down over the Professor’s lap. Hanging over the knees of your biology Professor turns out to be the most peculiar experience. It’s uncomfortable to say the least, yet all at once my arousal spikes and I squirm over his lap. His hand rests on the back of my jean-covered thigh, making me settle at once. There’s nothing sexual about the act, but it’s innately intimate, and all of a sudden, pulling air in and out of my mouth becomes a challenge.

“Start reading, Zoe.” The sound of Professor Neil’s voice startles me, and I’m panting as I fumble with the pages.

“Yes, sir,” I begin, trying to focus on the initial paragraph, but in my flustered state, I can barely even get the words out. “Cell biology.” I pause, feeling his hand shift at the back of my leg. “Cell biology is an understanding of how cells have evolved, which underpins our understanding of how they were formed and have changed in response to the environment, and how they function.”

I’m racing through the first few lines, my brain reading the words, but the whole time all I can think about is his hand trailing a line down towards my knees. It’s sensual and intense, but more than that it’s scintillating. I’m reading on his command, and the thought makes me hotter and wetter than I’ve ever known.


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Goldie asks Logan for spanks! #SatSpanks #Goldie’sSurrender

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I love this spanking scene in Goldie’s Surrender. It’s on sale for 99 cents for only a few more days, hurry up and get it before the price goes up!

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I actually feel the moment she concedes. The tension in her body lessens beneath me, and she relaxes into my kiss. My cock aches as I devour her sweet mouth, and tries to find its way inside her as I taste myself on her lips. Goldie squirms gently, but for the first time the fight in her is gone, and as I pull away she lets out a small moan.

“Fuck me, Logan. Please?” Her plea is soft, and causes my length to harden explicably. My eyes scan her face and then, rolling to her side with her small wrists still encased in my palm, I absorb her fabulous body. She is strong, fit, and toned, yet she is curved and warm in all of the right places.

“Not yet, little girl,” I whisper in reply, choosing to deliberately use the term I know will cause her the most irritation. “First, I am going to spank this sweet ass again, and then I am going to explore you, taste you, and take you apart with my tongue.” I glance down at her as she registers my words, her face demonstrating how she feels about my proposals. “And then—and only then—am I going to fuck you.”

There is a crack of thunder from outside, and although the storm sounds like it is moving away, the rain still pounds against the walls of the tiny cottage. Her eyes widen a fraction at the sound, but she’s considerably calmer than she had been earlier, her attention now almost entirely focused on me.

“Are you ready, Goldie?” I am not sure how much longer I can contain my arousal. My need to possess this little stranger who came wandering into my life less than a day ago is stronger than anything I have ever felt for a long time. She gazes up at me, her pale blue eyes sparkling as another flash of lightning rips the skyline somewhere.

“Mmmm, yes. Please spank me, Logan, sir.”

I know she is playing with me, and yet I have never witnessed our guest be so docile and compliant. Not wanting to miss this unique opportunity, I offer her a small grin before kneeling up over her and flipping her onto her belly. She lands gently with a small yell of surprise, but offers little more in the way of complaint as I lift her and shift her soft nudity back over my lap. She settles in on top of me, nudging my hardness with her hip as her legs splay beautifully behind her.

“I’m going to redden this naughty little bottom of yours again, girl,” I say with a forced severity that I hope she’ll be able to see through. She twists to her left, assessing my face, and smiles as she realizes that I am just playing in order to heighten her sensation.

“Thank you, sir,” she replies, blinking her long lashes at me. “I have been terribly naughty.”

“Yes, you have,” I agree. My palm lands flat against her bare bottom, sending a tremor of sensation down into her sex. I look to her face, finding that her eyes have fluttered shut, and her mouth has fallen open. I keep watching as I spank her again, slightly harder this time. Her peaceful visage barely changes, although there is just the faintest glimmer of pain as the strike registers.

“I have the feeling that you’ve never been spanked before, Goldie.” The sound of her name revives her, and her blue orbs open, searching for my face. “Tell me, little girl, am I right?” She braces as she catches the look of my right palm rising behind her, and then stills as it lands against both of her vulnerable cheeks again. This strike is harder still, and leaves a satisfying warmth radiating from her backside as I move my hand away.

“Yes, sir,” she answers in a whisper. “Nobody has ever spanked me before you.” A blush engulfs her face at her admission, and the look of her stretched out subserviently over me sends a new, fierce jolt of desire shooting through me. My cock throbs painfully, desperate to be inside her. My hand connects with her bottom again, and this time I indulge myself, taking a moment to sweep one, and then two digits down into the warm space between her legs. Her pussy is sleek and smooth—waxed I presume—and as I explore further, I find her sex slick with her own hot arousal. As I draw my fingers through the moisture, she groans, pushing back against me in a brazen attempt to be filled.

I remove my hand in an instant, and bring it back down onto her backside hard and fast. “That is enough!” I chide her. “You will be fingered and fucked at my leisure, young lady—not at your own.”

“Yes, sir,” she replies, squirming over my lap as I spank her again. I smile. It’s unclear to what extent Goldie is just enjoying the roleplay, and how much she really relishes the idea of being naked and spanked over my knee, but either way, I am loving this smoking-hot opportunity to tame her. Landing another strike on her rosy flesh, I begin to alternate cheeks, snapping my wrist against each in turn, and watching as her body responds to both the pain and the pleasure. After another five spanks, I land a particularly hard strike against her right cheek, and the sting draws her hands, which had been resting by the sides of her head, to her backside. I capture her wrists again, holding them away from her body with my right hand as she struggles beneath.

“Did I tell you that you could move your arms or interfere with your spanking?” My voice is stern, and she eyes me with an anxious expression.

“No, Logan, sir,” she admits quickly. “I’m sorry.” For the first time I suspect that she might actually be contrite, and the thought makes my cock even harder.

“Do I have to bind you?” I ask her. She shakes her head at me wildly.

“Please, no!”

“I could, you know,” I go on. “I could bind you and keep you here in my cottage for my pleasure, and for the pleasure of my brothers.” Her body stills, the tension seeping back into it.

“You wouldn’t?” she says in that way that always sounds merely like a challenge.

“You know I would,” I answer, twisting my body to look upon her directly. “It is little more than you deserve after coming in here uninvited, taking what you want and expecting to walk away scot-free?”

“But…” She squirms, struggling against my tight grasp of her. “But you promised? If I submitted to your spanking yesterday, then you would help me back to my car.”

“Hmmm,” I reply, watching as the fear and arousal in her eyes battle for control of her body. Which will win the fight, I wonder to myself. “I did promise that, didn’t I?” I pause, lowering her wrists, and pressing them into the small of her back. “Yet looking at this rain, I don’t think I’ll be able to take you anywhere on foot for the next few hours. It looks like you’re stuck here, little girl, so you may as well be useful while you are.”


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Madelaine’s denial #SatSpanks #ScifiRomance

It is time for a heck of a spanking on this Saturday. Are you ready? This is a work in progress, and will be my first sexy Sci-Fi. In this scene, someone is having a really hard time admitting the truth to even themselves.

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His palm connects with my exposed bottom, and it’s hard. It hurts. I wince at the sting, feeling it reverberate around the rest of my body, before it settles. I groan into my gag, the sound as incoherent as my thoughts.

He spanks me again. Harder, with meaning, and the pain is real. Further smacks follow, and I number each one in my head. By eight my hips are bucking, trying to escape the breadth of his palm. I hear his dark chuckle, and a hand settles at my left hip, holding me still.

“Settle,” he warns me, his tone foreboding. “This is what you want, Madelaine, remember? This is what you yearn for.”

His right hand moves quickly, snapping back against my now immobilised backside. I draw in a deep breath around my gag, straining my neck backwards to manage the hurt.

Six more swats are delivered in hasty succession, each feeling intense and heavy-handed. It hurts dammit, can’t he tell that it hurts?

And yet… underneath the superficial response, there’s that low-level arousal, warming and simmering with the spanking.

I know if he was to sweep a hand down to my sex he’d discover the truth, that Madelaine Carter might object to the binds, to the ignominy, and to the pain, but deep down, she fucking loves it.

The admission is unsettling.


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The Captive’s Humiliation #SatSpanks #DarkRomance

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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.

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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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The Captive’s Spanking #SatSpanks #DarkRomance

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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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The #spanking lesson – #SatSpanks #DarkRomance

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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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