Viking passion… #WIPitUp #BDSM #spanking

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It’s the middle of the week, and it’s time for #WIPitup Wednesday! This time I’m bringing you another sizzling scene from my Viking sequel. This book is nearly ready for my beta readers, and is really taking shape… Join Anders and Aurelie in the midst of a red-hot punishment scene.

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At some point, my mind drifts in that exquisite way I have found when Anders has punished me in the past. In this new place, I am able to feel past the pain of each new swat, and beyond it, into a softer, more hedonistic state. My hips, which previously danced to escape the kiss of the lash, now roll forward for entirely different reasons, the shoots of arousal pushing them in pursuit of something to pleasure myself against. Yet Anders has me bound in such a way that there is nothing to garner friction from, and the frustration at my denial begins to burgeon as well as the pain and excitement. Now I am a writhing tangle, but my mind is full of shameful arousal, rather than the pain. I barely even register the strikes as they land, and when I do they only goad me, taunting with a pleasure which I am currently unable to find.

Ever intuitive, my Viking recognises the shift in my body. He has, after all, been the only man to ever instigate such wild and disgraceful impulses in me. There is a thud, which my mind attributes to the lash falling south, and then his hands are back on me again, roaming and exploring the length of my body.

“Well done, my sweeting,” he purrs into my right ear. “After all of your concern, you not only survived my lash, but you did yourself credit.”

The guttural sound which leaves my lips is met by a chortle from Anders, and his hands rise north, capturing my face and drawing it around to meet his eye. Just as soon as our gazes connect, his mouth descends, claiming me in a hard and frenzied way. I open for him, the moisture at the apex of my thighs increasing as his tongue penetrates my mouth over and over again. By the time he draws away, I am quite literally panting for him.

“Now I am going to love you,” he tells me, his tone unrelenting. “First, I am going to give you the pleasure you so desperately seek, and deserve, and then I shall claim you once more.”

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Chosen by the High Judge by Jaye Peaches

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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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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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Carly’s Crush by Maddie Taylor

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Sweet Carly is about to learn a lesson.

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Being stuck in the friend zone sucks. Even worse, the man of your dreams seeing you as nothing more than a kid. But what’s a shy girl to do when her secret crush for months won’t take the hint? Seduce him, of course!

Carly puts her plan into motion. One night, after closing the lingerie shop where she works, she slips into the sheerest scrap of nothing she can find, climbs on a table in the middle of the sales floor, and strikes a pose. Now, she waits for Trent, the head of mall security, to make his rounds and find her. Simple enough, right?

Except things go terribly wrong. Silent alarms are tripped, and Carly is left with one furious Alpha on her hands. Will she end up in the arms of the man of her dreams, or will her bottom, left bare by the skimpy black thong, end up paying for her unintended crime? Or, if she’s lucky, will she get both?

Publisher’s note: Carly’s Crush is a steamy romantic novella which contains spanking and light BDSM themes. If this doesn’t do it for you, maybe you shouldn’t buy this book. But just for kicks, put some spice in your life this Valentine’s Day, and give it a try.

 

 

Check out this sexy spanky snippet, and enjoy…

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“I’m going to spank you, Carly. Right here, right now. Before I lay you out on this table and make you my girl for real.” He extended his arm, palm up. “If you agree, take my hand, and we’ll get started.”

Her gaze dropped, and she stared at his palm, large enough to cover most of one

cheek with a single swat. It looked hard, and Trent was strong. Undoubtedly, it would hurt. It was the point of a spanking, right?

A mix of confusing emotions whirled inside her: exhilaration, panic, indignation—didn’t they recently establish she wasn’t a child—and desire. It was this last one which prevailed over all the others because the thought of his hands on her, touching her bare skin, soothing her with kisses and caresses—she hoped, when he finished—was what she’d dreamed of for so long.

Nervously, her tongue slipped out to wet her dry lips, at the same time the heat of arousal tingled between her thighs. “I haven’t ever been spanked before.”

“I won’t hurt you, Carly, not ever. You can trust me on this. But for scaring me the way you did and the risk you took—I could have been delayed. Then what? If the cops had shown up before me, they could have charged you with trespassing. I can only imagine what something of this nature would have done to your reputation.” He shook his head and blew out a breath slowly. “For that alone, your sweet ass will sting like it deserves to.”

The blazing anger of earlier was gone. In its place, a steely determination to see this through by making her behind pay the price. Surprisingly, her decision wasn’t hard to make.

She raised her hand and placed it in his. “I trust you, Trent.”

His warm fingers enveloped hers, her hand so much smaller than his, a good representation of the size disparity between them. But she wasn’t afraid, not of him or his strength, and when she gazed up at him through her tears, and his image wavered, it was from regret over what she’d done. “I really am sorry.”

His face softened, and she didn’t blink, not wanting to miss how his eyes deepened to a darker even more beautiful green. He dropped her hand and curled both of his around the sides of her neck. With his thumbs, he tipped her chin up farther and angled her head just so for his kiss. Trent took her lips, not soft or tentative, but hungry, consuming, claiming, and as his tongue delved deep, Carly melted against him.

The crush she’d nurtured as he’d held her at arm’s length, blossomed with his kiss, and a fullness invaded her chest. It could be from her heart thumping wildly, and how she gasped for air around his demanding mouth, but she sensed it was so much more.

When he raised his head, she was ready to be done with the punishment and get on with the forgiveness, so they could move past her incredible blunder of this evening and explore what else he’d promised.

Winded and slightly dizzy, her mind was busy working on a solution to their next problem. “So where do you want me? There are only tables out here. I could bend over one, but if you want me over your lap, the bench in the back room might be better, or the computer chair.”

His slow, tender smile was as intimate as his kisses. “You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you, Carly?”

“I want to be, Trent. So very much.”

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Goldie’s Surrender is LIVE!

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It’s finally the weekend, and I am so happy to announce that Goldie’s Surrender is now LIVE!

What if the fairy tale is real?

We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears’ humble abode while wandering through the woods. You’d always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?

Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home…

In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie’s surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?

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Learning to be Little

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This Tuesday, I’m excited to bring you, Kathryn R. Blake’s latest age play romance, Learning to be Little.  In the book, and after a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly’s growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.

Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly’s attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn’t until he takes her home that she realizes just what she’s gotten herself into.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of power exchange, and dynamics of age-play as well as discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Check out this NSFW snippet…

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“So even though I found you on the streets, you retain an aura of inexperience about you. In some ways, I suppose, I am your first, then.”

When she nodded again, he smiled. “That also pleases me more than I can say. Your innocence enchants me, little Kelly.”

“It does?”

“Very much so. Although your erotic education appears to be severely lacking, so we’ll begin tutoring you tonight by working to expand your vocabulary.”

“You want to give me a lesson in dirty talk? Now?”

“Oh, yes. However, I also need you to keep in mind that if you slip and say any of these words outside of this room, I shall have to punish you. These are big girl words. Little girls are never to use them. Understand?

Though she hadn’t expected him to offer her lessons in erotic language tonight, she’d play along. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He pressed his finger inside her again. “Say, please finger-fuck my pussy, sir.”

Her cheeks burning hotly, she gazed up at him in surprise.

He gave her thigh a light slap. “That was an order, and I expect to be obeyed. Disobedience will earn you smacks, even in here.”

Swallowing the lump of uncertainty lodged in her throat, she whispered, “Please finger-fuck my pussy, sir.”

“Good girl.” He pressed two fingers into her as his thumb circled her clit.

“Ahh,” she sighed, her back bowing into an arch as her hips jerked in time with his thrusts. He knew precisely how to coax pleasure from her eager body.

“Feel good?”

“Yes, sir,” she managed through gritted teeth.

“Beg me to let you come.”

Her eyes snapped open. “What?”

He bent closer to her. “Say, ‘I want to come, sir. Please say that I may.’ ” His fingers didn’t stop their erotic stroking.

“I don’t understand.”

His fingers stilled, and she groaned. “I want to hear you beg for your orgasm.”

“What happens if I… come… anyway?”

“Ahh. Well, that would be considered an act of willful disobedience, so I would have to spank you.”

“You would? Why?’

“To intensify your pleasure, sweet one. Everything we do in this room will be for pleasure, Kelly. I don’t punish in here. At least not as a rule.”

“So, you spank for pleasure, too?”

His grin widened. “Most definitely.”

“But spankings hurt.”

“When interspersed with intimate caresses, they can also awaken nerve endings that feed the pleasure center of your brain.”

“I don’t think I’d like that.”

He chuckled. “Maybe not, but you won’t know until you try. Will you?”

“I guess not, but some other time, okay?”

Sitting back on his heels, he gazed down at her. “That’s not for you to decide.”

“Why not?”

“My room, my rules. I say what happens here and what doesn’t.” One eyebrow arched, and he pressed his fingers inside her again with a little more force than was comfortable. She grunted, then his middle finger curled slightly and his thumb returned to circling the tiny nub of sensitive flesh between her legs.

Kelly gasped.

“Don’t come until I give permission.”

“Please, sir,” Kelly begged, beginning to pant as the erotic sensations quickly built to the point that her legs shook from her efforts at restraint.

“Please what?” His attentions increased in tempo.

“Please let me come. Ahh,” Kelly cried out, her hips thrusting back in unison with his thrusts. Her entire body started to quake as she teetered on the edge of something wonderful.

“Come,” he whispered, and Kelly’s orgasm crashed like huge cymbals reverberating through her. Her arms and legs trembled as they rode the waves of incredible pleasure emanating from the tiny bud nestled in the juncture of her thighs. Unable to do anything but journey where her body took her, she closed her eyes until her breath emerged in open-mouthed gasps as her system floated down from its sensual flight.

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Goldie’s Reckoning – #SatSpanks #Spanking

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It’s one week today until Goldie’s Surrender hits e-readers, and I’m so excited for my readers to finally meet the naughty little minx, and her three hot bears!

Here’s a sexy discipline scene from the book – just to whet your appetites… 😉

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“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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