Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Dinah McLeod Delivers Some OTK Swift Justice Style on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

Dinah McLeod, a frequent visitor on my blog due to the way she cranks out one spanking romance after another.  Well, if she keeps writing them, I'll keep posting them.  Today, she brings us a blast from the past, the old western past (Yeehaa!) with her newest; Maggie Meets Her Match. 

As you can see by The Duke's example here from McClintock, there ain't nothing like a rough and tumble cowpoke taking his woman over his knee for a branding of good old-fashioned western discipline.


Maggie Meets Her Match


Nineteen-year-old Maggie Swift is excitedly making wedding plans when her beau Joshua breaks her heart. Devastated and determined never to trust a man again, Maggie is convinced she'll live out her life as an old maid... until ruggedly-handsome Clay Callahan comes riding into her life and sweeps her off her feet. She quickly discovers that though he is more than ready to take his strap to her bare bottom when she gets out of line, being Clay's wife is pure heaven. Their love and passion grow by leaps and bounds, and soon Maggie is with child.

When tragedy strikes and it seems Maggie's anguish will consume her entirely, try as she might to push him away, Clay proves that he is determined to do whatever is necessary to bring back his beautiful, sassy bride. Just as her heart begins to heal, however, a figure from her past suddenly reappears and reopens old wounds. Can Maggie put aside her fears and trust that with Clay at her side, they can weather any storm, or will the ghosts of her past rip apart their love?

 A triple threat excerpt for your spanking enjoyment... 

His next words confirmed my fears. “Since you three got into this mess together and saw fit to make us look like fools, it only seems fittin’ that we treat you to a dose of your own medicine.”

As he’d been speaking, Wesley had been moving chairs from the table into the parlor. The sinking feeling in my stomach worsened as I took in the three chairs lined up next to one another.

When he was done, he stood in front of the chair on the left and crooked his finger at his wife. “Libby, come here,” he called out when she still didn’t move.

Even though I was still quite angry, I couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for her. I didn’t know that I’d ever heard him sound so irate.

Libby must have known it, too, because she lost some of her color as she stood to her feet to make the walk to where her husband stood. The moment she reached his side, he sat down and patted his knee. As she went over his lap, I winced and looked away. They couldn’t mean to make us watch, could they?

But that seemed to be exactly what the men had in mind, because Wes flipped up her skirts, revealing her drawers. I heard her muffled protest, to which he paid no mind. Even though I’d turned my eyes back to the floor—though Lord knows they seemed prone to wandering back to the spectacle in front of me—I could still hear the sound of his hand smacking her backside. Every time his palm collided with the seat of her drawers, I found myself wincing and even more aware that soon, it would be my turn. Soon, I would be getting spanked in front of my sisters-in-law. It was worse than the waiting, worse than the spanking itself, knowing they’d be hearing every moan of pain.

“Alright, Abby. Your turn.”

I looked to my left and saw her standing. She seemed to feel my eyes on her and gave me a small, trembling smile before walking over to where Trent sat. If listening to Libby get her spanking was hard, watching Abby walk toward hers was almost unbearable. We never should have put her in the middle of our squabble. “Trent, wait!” I called out. Both he and Abby looked at me. “Please, it wasn’t her fault. Libby and I, we were the ones fussin’. Abby was just tryin’ to get us to stop. She doesn’t deserve to be spanked for our mistake.”

“Well, I appreciate you sayin’ so, Mags, but I heard her yellin’ along with the two of you just a few minutes ago. Over my knee, darlin’.”

Soon, Trent was spankin’ Abby’s drawers, matching the pace Wes had set. The room reverberated with the sounds of their spankings—Libby had begun to cry out with each hearty smack—and I couldn’t help but wonder when my time would come. I almost wished it would, so it could be over with. I raised my eyes to look at Clay, who I found looking right back at me. His expression was unbearably stern and now that he’d caught my eye, I couldn’t look away. He held my eyes and saw every grimace as I listened to the pair of them get spanked.

Finally, he took mercy on me—what a funny thing to call it!—and walked toward the last chair. I was on my feet before he had a chance to call me over and put myself over his lap without a word, grateful to avoid those severe brown eyes. I could hardly bear it when he was angry with me, even though I knew he had a right to be.

Even though I’d been expecting it, I still wiggled on his lap when I felt him lift my skirts. And then he did something neither of my brothers had done—he untied my drawers and slid them open, revealing my bared backside to the cool, crisp air in the room and anyone who cared to glance over.

“But Clay—”

“Shush. You’ve done let that mouth of yours run away with you today, don’t make matters worse.”

I didn’t see how I possibly could, but I dutifully shut my mouth.

“Besides which, since your brothers have had a head start, I figure this way, things’ll even out.”

From the very first swat, he had me crying out, though whether it was from the pain or embarrassment, I couldn’t rightly say. He spanked too fast for me to even get settled properly over his lap. Every swat landed fast and hard, and I jostled with the impact of them.

“Stay still,” he growled, having to reposition me once again. When he began anew, his palm stung my bottom even more than before.

I could feel my cheeks warming under the attack of his hard hand and I was sure that I was blushing just as hot. Though I’d known for some time that Wesley spanked his wife, I’d never thought to see it for myself! And Abby, poor Abby—if her bottom felt anything like mine did right now, I didn’t know how I’d forgive myself. We never should have let her be dragged into our fight.

A hard spank landed on my upper thigh and I cried out in surprise. Clay sure did have a mean spanking hand. He wasn’t letting up even a bit as he rained spank after spank down on my tender bottom. In no time, the tears came, coursing down my cheeks as I sniffled over his lap. Even then, he didn’t slow down. I began to wonder if he ever would.

Maddie's Intimate
Authors Corner

Dinah has been her at least three times before, so she has had her share of probing, intimate questions.  I might have tapped her for TMI in posts past.  So I asked her question about her work, ones that as a friend, I wanted to know. 
Here's what she told me...
MT: Your first books were contemporary, what made you decide to write a historical, and why the American west?
DM: A friend of mine was helping me brainstorm ideas and we came up with the concept of an unmarried woman nearing thirty—which, in the Old West was a problem! We discussed her living with her sisters-in-law, who would perhaps look down on an “old maid”. My imagination took off from there and I’ve been hooked ever since!
MT: What do you find is the most challenging thing about being an author, especially an author of spanking romance?
DM: For me, the biggest challenge is providing enough spankings to sate readers, yet also making them realistic. I don’t want it to ever be said that I have my characters spanked for no reason—unless they’re like me, that is, and they like it like that!
MT: What genre would you like to try next?
DM: I’m going to explore writing a Regency or something along those lines very soon.
MT: What are you working on now, or what's next for you?
DM:  I am working on book 3 of the Old Fashioned Husband’s series, as well as a sequel to my book “Love Hurts” and my new pet project: a law thriller! I’m excited about each of them!
Thanks for having me today, Maddie!

MT:  No, thank you, Dinah, for being on.  Come back with your next one.

Next week, I believe I am open date!  Seriously???  That cannot be.  I must have forgotten someone.  If I have, please let me know.  If not, join me on June 4th when first time blog guests and new erotica author Melody Parks is my guest.  Join us, won't you?