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.
What do you think?
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.
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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.”
Sentenced to an ancient ordeal, Zara must pay for her naughtiness with judicial spankings.
This Tuesday, the Never Ending Blog Tour brings us, Jaye Peaches, and her deliciously naughty release, Chosen by the High Judge.
After twenty-year-old Zara Webb is arrested for delinquent behavior while living as an exchange student in an alien colony, she is placed into the custody of High Judge Galen Hosta. For the duration of her sentence, she will live in Galen’s home and under his authority, and the stern, handsome warrior will have the right not only to punish her in any way he sees fit, but also to take her to his bed and enjoy her beautiful body in any way he pleases.
Within moments of her sentence being pronounced, Zara finds herself over Galen’s lap for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. But when she kneels at his feet, blushing crimson as she is made to thank him for her well-deserved punishment in the most humiliating way possible, she cannot hide her helpless arousal.
Over the coming days, Zara discovers that Galen’s mastery of her body will be far more thorough than she would have thought possible, yet even as she is brought to one intense, shameful climax after another, her need for him only grows stronger. But when her sentence is complete and she is no longer his prisoner, will she choose to stay by his side as his mate?
Publisher’s Note: Chosen by the High Judge is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Chosen by the Governor. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Ready for more? Read on for the tantalising, spanking teaser…
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“You’re a prisoner. You will earn my trust. If you behave, then I shall reward you with greater liberties. The first test is to take down your pants and bend over my lap. Now!”
Her mouth hung open for a few seconds. “But… but why?”
“Your ass needs tempering. And, I want to punish it.” He touched the back of the chair as if to claim it. “It’s time you took responsibility for the trouble you’re in, or have you forgotten what a naughty human you’ve been?”
The reprimand was the sort of silly thing her father might say to her when she’d done something wrong—naughty girl, Zara. Except when Galen said the words, they didn’t sound the slightest bit silly. He’d given them an edge, a hardness in his tone that made her pulse race and her skin tingle.
He pulled her to her feet. Before she could protest, he sat on the chair, drew her down and over his lap, and began to pull down her waistband. He dragged her pants down to her knees and as she wriggled, he did the same to her panties. No cool rush of air hit her skin; she was too hot to feel anything remotely refreshing. She clenched her ass cheeks tight together and went rigid.
Was this any less humiliating than being tied to a post and whipped while the world watched on? Probably, it certainly felt that way.
The smack of his hand on her ass caused her to jump up, so he grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her back, then hooked his leg over hers, preventing her from rising up. The next smack drove her deeper onto his lap until she felt the hard muscles of his thighs.
She squawked as he continued to switch from one buttock to another at a rapid pace and the noise echoed around his office in a horrible way, as if her bottom had been turned into a drum set.
“Oh, ow, ow!” she howled, feeling each slap meet her tense cheeks. She knew she should try to calm down, but she couldn’t. The more she battled against him, the harder his hand came down and the worse it felt.
She’d never been spanked before. It wasn’t horrendously painful or even agonizing, but it still damn well hurt. She tried to twist her bottom to one side, but he’d locked her in place with his firm grip.
“Keep still, little human,” he commanded and rained down a few more smacks.
Little human!
What an insulting remark—it made her sound weak. She humped his lap in protest and drummed her toes on the floor. Her panties joined her pants around her ankles. Now her legs were completely bare.
“You will learn to keep still or these spankings will last longer,” Galen said.
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The book will be released on January, 16th, but in the meantime, check out the blurb below..
Fierce warriors. Savage barbarians. Powerful warlords.
All ready to claim their mates.
Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.
Featured authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett, Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, and Sophie Kisker
Publisher’s Note: The stories featured in this collection involve MF and MFM pairings. They include spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this box set.
In anticipation for the weekend, I am pleased to host the awesome Sara Fields, and her recent red-hot sci-fi erotic romance, Her Alien Doctors. Check out the details of this sizzling story below…
After nineteen-year-old Jenny Monroe is caught stealing from the home of a powerful politician, she is sent to a special prison in deep space to be trained for her future role as an alien’s bride.
Despite the public bare-bottom spanking she receives upon her arrival at the detention centre, Jenny remains defiant, and before long she earns herself a trip to the notorious medical wing of the facility. Once there, Jenny quickly discovers that a sore bottom will now be the least of her worries, and soon enough she is naked, restrained, and shamefully on display as three stern, handsome alien doctors examine and correct her in the most humiliating ways imaginable.
The doctors are experts in the treatment of naughty young women, and as Jenny is brought ever closer to the edge of a shattering climax only to be denied again and again, she finds herself begging to be taken in any way they please. But will her captors be content to give Jenny up once her punishment is over, or will they decide to make her their own and master her completely?
Publisher’s Note: Her Alien Doctors is the second book in the Captive Brides series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
How hot does this book sound? 😉 If you agree, then brace yourself for this tantalising teaser…
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“I was hoping we wouldn’t have to start out on the wrong foot, but I can see you’re going to need a firmer hand than most of our patients here. Now, where could you have hidden the rest of the implements?” His gaze focused back on her.
She shrugged and turned away, refusing to meet his questioning eyes. Feeling his presence move closer, she shivered and held her breath. His hand reached out and gently, yet firmly, grasped her upper forearm, forcing her to stand. With his other arm, he lifted the mattress, revealing the rest of the implements she had hidden there. Swallowing nervously, she peeked up to see his expression and quickly looked away when she saw his stern disappointment.
“Now, that’s awfully naughty for a young lady like you to do, hmmm?” He picked up each one up and returned them to the drawer, each one making a loud and awful sound as it dropped down onto the wooden bottom. Chewing at her lip, she nervously waited for whatever was to happen next.
She watched anxiously as he righted the mattress and put it back into place. His hands reached back into the drawer and pulled out the brown leather paddle and tossed it on the bed. In a whirlwind of movement, he sat down on the bed and threw her over his lap. In a fraction of a second, her nightgown was pushed up to the small of her back and her panty-clad bottom was in his full view.
“No! You can’t do this,” she exclaimed, growing angrier with each passing moment. She reached back and tried to cover herself with her hand, but that only resulted in him capturing her wrist within his broad fingers. “No! Stop it! You can’t spank me, you… you asshole!”
“Such language. Sean isn’t going to like that. I suggest you learn to curb your tongue unless you want to be punished frequently.”
She jumped when his warm fingers caressed the curve of her lower backside, almost like an unspoken promise that they were about to cause pain to the sensitive skin back there.
“Your file indicates that you’ve been spanked quite a few times since your arrival, isn’t that right, Jenny?”
“Whatever, just get it over with,” she huffed with false bravado. She glared at the floor as her annoyance grew to higher levels. As usual, she could feel her traitorous body responding to the idea of discipline, something she had noticed the very first time she’d been punished by one of the guards.
Her breathing deepened as she pressed her thighs closer together, sensing the wetness that was already gathering there. The first time that happened, she thought it had been just a fluke, but when it happened a second and third time, she knew that something was wrong with her. Spankings were supposed to deter her from behaving badly, but instead her body seemed to desire them, even crave them. She felt so ashamed of herself.
As his fingers lay calmly against her skin, she couldn’t help but moan softly in anticipation. Her bottom cheeks tingled, knowing that her pale white skin was soon to turn a cherry red. His palm patted gently a few times on each side and she stiffened, held tight against his thighs. She was distinctly aware of just how large his hand was as it cupped her ass, noting that it seemed to cover one entire side all by itself.
“Please don’t,” she begged, her voice much softer than before.
“All you have to do is behave, Jenny, and you’ll be able to avoid punishments such as the one you are about to receive. A spanking will be good for your attitude and your well-being. You must accept that you are no longer in charge. Now, no more arguing. It’s time for your first punishment under my care.”
Her whole body tensed when his warm palm left her skin. The first spank seemed to echo loudly off the walls and by the time the second one sounded, she felt the sting hit her at last and she shrieked.
“Ouch!” she cried out. “I’ll be good, I promise!”
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Zara must pay for her naughtiness with judicial spankings.
Today, I am thrilled to be joined by the talented, Jaye Peaches, and her red-hot alien romance, Chosen by the High Judge. Read on for more about this tantalising read…
After twenty-year-old Zara Webb is arrested for delinquent behavior while living as an exchange student in an alien colony, she is placed into the custody of High Judge Galen Hosta. For the duration of her sentence, she will live in Galen’s home and under his authority, and the stern, handsome warrior will have the right not only to punish her in any way he sees fit, but also to take her to his bed and enjoy her beautiful body in any way he pleases.
Within moments of her sentence being pronounced, Zara finds herself over Galen’s lap for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. But when she kneels at his feet, blushing crimson as she is made to thank him for her well-deserved punishment in the most humiliating way possible, she cannot hide her helpless arousal.
Over the coming days, Zara discovers that Galen’s mastery of her body will be far more thorough than she would have thought possible, yet even as she is brought to one intense, shameful climax after another, her need for him only grows stronger. But when her sentence is complete and she is no longer his prisoner, will she choose to stay by his side as his mate?
Publisher’s Note: Chosen by the High Judge is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Chosen by the Governor. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Are you ready for more? Here comes the sexy little snippet!
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She was still trembling. She had to tell him, because at the moment there was no choice. She couldn’t follow in the footsteps of Astra.
“I’m a virgin,” she blurted.
His hand dropped and his eyes widened in surprise. “You’ve never been with a man?”
She smirked, feeling a little mollified by the admission. “Well, yes, but not that way, and just because I get drunk… not all students…” she added feebly.
He laughed softly. “Forgive me, I have been presumptuous with my views of human copulation. Is it not your way to fuck once you come of age?”
Zara rubbed her hands up and down her arms. The direction of the conversation was creeping into the intimate, but if that was what he wanted from her, then he had to understand her better.
“It used to be something you did on the wedding night, you know.” She shrugged a little nervously. “Not so much like that these days. I’m twenty. I’ve just not met the right man.”
“Mmm, I see. Then if I was to tell you I promise to take your virginity with consideration, would you still accept my alternative sentence?”
Fuck, he’s keen.
He wanted her. She tingled all over and she shouldn’t. It couldn’t be right. He was going to punish her, fuck her, do whatever the hell he liked. “And then, after you take my virginity?” she asked slowly.
“You are mine,” he said softly.
“I don’t know, sir,” she stuttered, feeling overwhelmed and uncertain.
“I want you, Zara. I want to punish your sweet bare ass with my hand. I want to witness you come when I demand it. I want to enter you. You will submit and serve me every day. You will stay naked in my presence. In return I shall ensure your privacy is protected, your criminal files kept confidential and you will come to no harm.”
The room was hot. Or felt hot. The blood had rushed to her cheeks and she swayed.
***
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A Virgin princess meets a fierce barbarianwarlord…
This week, the Never Ending Blog tour brings us the awesome, April Vine, and her steamy science fiction spanking romance, Taken by the Barbarian!
Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.
To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.
Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?
Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
If you love your romance crammed with hot sexy alpha males and spanking, read on for the steamy excerpt…
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If he thought she would obediently stay for her punishment, he didn’t know her at all and this time nothing he said would stop her from leaving. His commands to stay, to come back at once and she’d be sorry if she didn’t, trailed behind her. All she needed was her bed.
“Saraska.” The magnificent power and overwhelming dictatorial strength in his tone as he bellowed her name finally stopped her dead in the path.
He had never uttered her name before and saying it that way instilled a unique quality in her to obey him. She feared him because he was an unknown and yet in that same instance, some other force compelled her to submit to him, if only to see what her name falling from his lips did to his face if he said it gently and with kindness.
Slowly she turned around and found herself staring at his wide hard chest. How had he closed the distance between them so silently?
“You have not been eating.” He didn’t ask the question; he stated it as a fact.
She said nothing, crossing her arms over her chest again as a meager attempt to protect herself from him. He raised her chin with his finger and her spine threatened to fold with a thousand tingles.
“Look at me when I talk to you,” he said. Why couldn’t she stop her eyelids from flickering open and staring into his dark green gaze, like an abyss of the forbidden?
“You can’t make me eat, Alien,” she said, defiance making her braver.
“I can make you do anything I want you to do, slave.”
She swallowed but maintained her brave face. So far he done exactly as he chose when it came to her, never asking her feeling or opinion. He dictated and expected his demands to be executed. Well, she was not one of his subjects. She would never be, no matter how much he tried to break her. She was an Actual born princess. And he was a barbaric Alien Warlord.
“Then I object,” she said. “Since you’ve so generously given me to Jacob, he should be the one to discipline me and not you. I am his slave after all.”
“You would rather let someone else touch you?” The ripple in his hard square and inexorable jaw frightened her as did the low threatening husk in his voice, but only for a moment.
“I would have anyone who is not you, touch me.” She jerked away from him but didn’t flee to safety even though her mind begged her to do so.
“Will you clean the sus-sty, water the crops, bake the bread, wash the clothes, and feed the galluses?”
“No,” she said and raised her head.
He gripped the back of the chair Gertrude sat in sometimes as she feed those feathered things that looked like birds of a very strange variety but couldn’t fly. They called them galluses. She knew all this because Gertrude would tell her things about her bizarre planet every night. She fell asleep for those short bouts of sleep to the sound of the kind lady’s voice.
He dropped his body into the seat, his long legs spread wide.
“On Sentara, disobedience will earn you a spanking. As a resident you are required to follow the rules. Now lift your nightdress and lie over my lap,” he instructed.
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Writer Jack Crosby joins us today with his sci-fi fantasy romance, The Electric Mile.
Ever wonder what happens inside a video game? I bet you never guessed something like this…
Ash Wilde (also known by his gamer handle of Vector) doesn’t have the greatest of lives. Besides being a homeless high school dropout, he doesn’t even have enough money to buy a burrito. Don’t worry though, things will get better for him. You see, as one of the world’s greatest gamers, he’s about to get up close and personal with the world of The Electric Mile, the rage of players everywhere. What’s so great about this game? No one’s beaten it, yet.
Once he gets pulled into the game’s master file, he’s living inside the game in real time. Ash soon discovers there’s a lot more to The Electric Mile than anyone realizes. With the assistance of some busty beauties, Ash decides to help everyone by beating the game from the inside. What follows is a crazy, action packed, naughty adventure that answers one very important question: Can anyone survive The Electric Mile?
*Warning, The Electric Mile: Neon Underground Edition contains a lot of sex, spankings, descriptive battle scenes, and terrible puns. You’ve been warned.
Check out this little teaser, and then grab your copy here!
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My life wasn’t nearly as exciting as what was currently going on, but I did my best to fill her in. I told her about the garage I lived in and even that my real name wasn’t Vector, that it was Ash Wilde. When she heard that she squealed with joy. “Does Ali even know you’re outside name?”
I’m sure she did if we’d been connected as she told me. “If she does, she doesn’t use it. She only refers to me by my gamer handle of Vector.”
“Then allow me to use it, Ash.” There was something very seductive about her smile. “It’s been a long time since I talked to someone as interesting as you.”
Ira got even closer to me, her massive chest pressed up against me. It was very hot and erotic. “Well you seem like a very cool girl.”
In one swift motion, she pulled her shirt over her head. In a flash, her hand undid the bra that held those mammoth globes in place and they flopped down, landing on my shoulder and arm. For the second time since coming to this world, I was in a spot where my mind wasn’t thinking clearly. And in a good way. I bit down on that big nipple that was lying there, waiting to be taken…
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