Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Sara Fields and Her (Three) Alien Doctors are in the House... Can Anyone Say Anal Probe? Yowza, It Sure is a Wicked Wanton Wednesday Up in Here!

I’ve always been a big proponent of alternative medicine.  Sara Fields is of the same thought, and has gone beyond ‘take two aspirins and call me in the morning’ with her brand new Sci-fi release.  And lucky us, she’s brought along a very special treatment with a mega boost of healing power because its administered by Her Alien Doctors.  Yes…doctors…as in plural, and these three out of this world MDs (yes, I said three!) have the cure for what ails you!    

Wowza!!!  I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather lately. How can I make an appointment?  <cough, cough, sniff> 

But even if the good doctors are all booked up, never fear.  Sara’s medical play scene is steamy enough to knock out any spring time cold.  Let’s take a peek…

Her Alien Doctors
By Sara Fields


She felt hands touch all over her body, poking and prodding every square inch. Dean’s hands were
rough, Eric’s were more clinical, and Sean’s felt kind and caring. Dean’s fingertips pinched at her nipples and her back arched off the chair. A bolt of pleasure shot from her breasts straight down to her core and her pussy throbbed in response.

Sean massaged her bottom and felt up and down her thighs. Eric prodded her stomach, clearly looking for any signs of unhealthiness that the scanner hadn’t identified.

“I found nothing more to be concerned about. Did either of you?” Eric asked.

“No. Nothing of note. But look at how pretty her nipples are when I’ve made them all hard. It’s fucking sexy.”

“Dean’s right. Look at how flushed her body is. She’s very excited,” Sean responded softly as he ran his finger up and down her right outer thigh. Jenny shivered and licked her lips, her pussy clenching at the simple touch.

“Let’s attach the sensors next before we start with the internal exam,” Eric said calmly as he typed in a few commands into the holographic touch screen.

“What do you mean, internal?” Jenny asked nervously, her tummy tying in knots.

The three men didn’t respond, but started opening drawers to retrieve things she couldn’t quite see. Not long after, they began placing small round sticky monitors all over her body, including right on top of her mound, all over her hips, and belly.

“I have the special nipple clamp sensors here. I’ll put them on her,” Dean voiced gleefully. He stood closer to her and she could see that his face was darkening with excitement. She tried to wriggle away as his fingertips grazed over her hardened peaks, but there was no escape. He pinched them, first the left side and then the right and she groaned as energy buzzed underneath her skin.

“This is going to hurt a little bit. Don’t be afraid to cry out. In fact, I’d like it very much if you did,” he growled, his gravelly voice lowering as he bent down toward her ear.

She looked down at her breasts and watched with both horrified and lustful fascination as he laid a doughnut-shaped object over her nipple. With a soft click, he turned a tiny knob and at once, it tightened around her sensitive bud. Gradually the clamp constricted her and she groaned at the sensation. He repeated the treatment on the other side and when he was finished, her nipples felt big and extremely hard. Pinched as they were, her buds ached, both with pleasure and pain. Her breathing quickened as she struggled to get used to the idea.

Dean touched the tip of each nipple and she cried out at the incredible tremors washing over her. It hurt and it hurt a lot, but she didn’t hate it. Instead, every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire and ready for more. She could feel the wetness gathering between her legs. There was a growing need, deep in her core, for something more, something to satiate her lust, but she didn’t quite know what.

Eric’s voice startled her from her musings and she looked up apprehensively.

“I’ll insert the device into her vaginal entrance and guide the attachment into her anal cavity. Sean, why don’t you boot up the analytical software.”


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 center, 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.

Author Bio:

Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about!  Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.

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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

A Little Pain With Your Pleasure from Meredith O'Reilly On Wicked Wanton Wednesday.

Age play... captive fantasy... a tropical island... a hot dominant man who wants to nurture and care for you, mm, mm, mm... Sounds like Miss Meredith has a lot planned for us in her new erotic romance, His Little Captive.  

She's here with us on Wicked Wanton Wednesday to share a sneak peek and a sexy snippet.  And, since I know her pretty well, I can reveal that she is giddy with excitement over have such a hot cover, featuring her favorite romance cover model, Jimmy Thomas.  So take it away, Meredith, and thanks for being here today!

No, Maddie, thank you for having me over on your blog!  I have a naughty snippet to share from my newly released book that is available for pre-order now.  Release day is 5/12, so you don't have long to wait.  And you're wrong about being giddy over my cover, I'm practically orgasmic!  Thanks to Jimmy and the talented cover artist, Korey Mae Johnson over at Stormy Night Publications.

And now, what you've been waiting for, my snippet :)


Excerpt from His Little Captive!
Before I could ask questions, he was lying down next to me and then guiding me up to straddle his hips.

“Oh, yes,” I purred, as his familiar shaft filled my inner hole. My muscles squeezed his cock, causing him to grunt.

“We’re going to take this one nice and slow,” he drawled, placing both of his hands on my hips and setting the pace.

He wasn’t joking when he said he wanted to go slow; every thrust felt like they were a half a minute apart.

“Bend down; I want to taste your sweet nipples.”

After I did as he asked, he brought one of my aching nipples into his mouth and sucked as he continued to guide my hips in a leisurely up and down motion.

“Ahh,” I murmured, his cock angled just right to hit my G-spot each time he went inside of me. My third orgasm of the night was building and it felt like it was going to be the biggest of them all.

He nipped at my beaded point, shooting a sharp wave of pleasure to my pussy. This caused me to clamp down on him even harder.

“You like a bit of pain with your pleasure.” As if to prove his point, he twisted each of my nipples, causing me to buck over top of him. “Easy, girl.”

I was seconds away from my release and I didn’t think I’d be able to hold it back any longer.
As if he were a mind reader, he demanded, “Come for me. Now!”

At his command, my orgasm swept over me as it felt like every one of my muscles spasmed with an insane amount of pleasure. He kept pumping himself up inside me until he shouted his own release, which spurred me on further, and I shuddered yet again.

Finally, the spasms ceased and I collapsed onto his chest, sweat-covered and barely able to catch my breath. When I chanced a glance up at my handsome captor—me having long since become his willing, enthralled captive—he seemed to be in about the same shape I was.

“What’s on your mind, Lilly?” His question was a low, husky rumble as he glanced down at me.

“Best… orgasm… ever.”

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His Little Captive Blurb

After waking up in a room she doesn’t recognize, twenty-year-old college student Lilly Parkins discovers that she has been placed in a secret government program for adult women who would benefit from living under the care of a firm but loving daddy. For the next few months, all of her needs will be provided for so that she can experience the childhood she never had.

Having been orphaned years ago, Lilly has grown accustomed to depending only on herself, and she is none too pleased by this arrangement, but when she meets her new daddy, Charles Davidson, she cannot help being impressed by the handsome, kindhearted businessman.

Charles makes it clear that while he will never be harsh with Lilly, he will be stern if her behavior makes it necessary, and when she speaks rudely to him he bares her bottom and spanks her soundly. In spite of his strict discipline, however, Lilly delights in Charles’ care and attention, and she soon finds herself longing for him to take her in his arms and make her his. But when her time in the program comes to an end, will it mean saying goodbye to him forever?

Publisher’s Note: His Little Captive includes spankings, sexual scenes, and age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Thanks for having me over to visit! 

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Serenity Feels the Fiery Bite of Her Barbarian Master's Paddle on Wicked Wanton Wednesday w/ Maggie Carpenter

Welcome back, Maggie!

One of my favorite guests, the lovely Maggie Carpenter, returns to Wicked Wanton Wednesday with a sexy, smoldering, spanking romance, 

Her Barbarian Master.

And who doesn't love a big, gorgeous barbarian?  

Especially when he looks like Angel Macho, the beautiful man gracing her cover. 

I know barbarians have been very, very good to me J
Let’s jump right in, shall we? 


by Maggie Carpenter

Serenity doesn't care much for rules. Free-spirited and flaxen-haired, she lives in a small village under the authority of barbarians who inhabit a castle above the tiny town. When her best friend is caught trying to steal apples from the clan's forbidden garden, Serenity rushes to her rescue and challenges the brawny leader.

The leader's son, Killian, is shocked by her brazenness. Women in his tribe know their place! Deciding to remedy her impudent mouth with a hot spanking, he throws her over his shoulder and carries her into his chambers, but once again she astounds him. When the discipline is over she rails at him, then storms away.

The defiant beauty haunts him, and when a rival clan attacks, the dire circumstances throw them together. Their smoldering chemistry flames to life, but as they surrender to their blazing passion, they unearth a diabolical plot, one that threatens not just their lives, but their future, and the future of the entire clan.

Can Killian protect a willful young woman, while trying to uncover a traitor and save his people?


He flipped the skirt over her waist, and as she felt her searing skin kiss the cool air, the thin fabric fell around her head. To her surprise, being lost in its folds offered an odd comfort.

“We begin,” he abruptly announced, his hand hitting with a hard slap on her right cheek.

His palm didn’t carry the fiery bite of the paddle, and as he walked he alternated cheeks, which also allowed a smidgen of respite, but her fingers were soon grasping his shirt, and she was once again squirming in his strong hold. The walk around the room felt like forever, but when he finally stopped he began rubbing away the soreness. His soothing caress was unexpected, and she let out a long breath.

“You are settling,” he muttered. “Good. Now for the third turn.”

She assumed her poor bottom was to be scalded anew, but he did something else, something utterly unexpected; his long thick fingers slid into her pussy and began to explore.

“NOOOO, Master, don’t.”

“You’re very wet, and you’ve laid with men.”


His hand suddenly blasted her bottom with a volley of stinging smacks.
“You dare tell your Master to stop?”

“OWW! Sorry, Master. I won’t again, I won’t, I promise,” she said breathlessly, “you just took me by surprise.”

“That’s an excuse. You pretend modesty, but you have been with men.”

“Just a couple.”

“I don’t wish to know more,” he grunted, pushing his finger back inside her.

“Now I will begin the third turn.”

She braced herself, waiting for his spanking hand, or worse, the paddle, but she quickly realized the third turn was his finger plunging in and out of her channel and rubbing her clit. She bit her lip as the humiliation flamed across her face, but in spite of her instinctive resistance, she found her body responding. His rhythmic fingering and his method of agitating her tiny nub was like nothing she’d ever felt, and they weren’t even half way around the room when she was on the verge of an orgasm, but he denied her, paused his step, and returned his warm hand to rub her scalded cheeks. His fondling was divine, too divine, and it was making her yearn for more of his erotic attention.

“Master,” she whimpered, “please may I ask, why didn’t you let me have my moment?”

“You are being punished.”

She let out a plaintive moan, and a moment later he began to walk again, and resumed his tantalizing torture. If she’d thought the last turn took forever, this one was interminable. His strides were slow and short, and she was brought to the brink of her climax several times before the turn was completed.

Serenity was beside herself. Her bottom was burning, and her pussy was craving, yet in spite of the humiliating ordeal she wanted to lay with him, but she had little time to ponder her extraordinary situation. She was being lifted off his shoulder, and rather than set her on the floor, he placed her on the large table and ordered her to kneel.

“Hands behind your back, spread your legs, and lower your eyes.”

The table was hard, but she shuffled her knees apart, and as she locked her fingers together and dropped her eyes, without meaning to, they fell upon his crotch. His manhood was clearly visible beneath the thin cloth that hung low on his hips and fell only to his upper thighs. Unlike the villagers who dressed properly in long pants and tops, the barbarians wore minimal covering.

“Serenity, you have been punished, your slate is clean, but should you break our rules again your discipline will be more severe. You committed three crimes, so you suffered three turns. The first, and most serious, was climbing through the gate and entering our domain. Villagers are strictly forbidden unless granted permission or invited. For that, you received the punishment paddle. Your second crime was interfering as my father was punishing your friend. She had tried to steal from us, her discipline was warranted, and you had no right to meddle. Your third crime was being rude to him, questioning his authority as both the leader of the tribe and a man. Your bottom has been paddled for breaking in here, then you were spanked as your friend would have been, and you have learned the power a man has over your body. If I laid you on my bed and devoured you, it would make you very happy, would it not? Before you answer be warned; if you lie you will be spanked again, and barbarian men know when a woman is being untruthful.”

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Award-winning and best-selling author Maggie Carpenter has published over fifty romance novels, and is the recipient of a number Spanking Romance Reviews awards spanning a variety of genres. Her readers describe her work as, romantic, funny, suspenseful, beyond a five-star read, exciting romance with a ton of surprises.

Her work includes a best-selling twelve-book contemporary cowboy series, Cowboys After Dark, (, a warrior fantasy trilogy, Warriors After Dark, ( contemporary love stories, and several Victorian romances. His Willful Bride was a #1 best-seller for several weeks and a BookBub Feature Deal. She is best known for her smart, witty, strong-willed women who bring unexpected challenge, mystery and humor into the lives of passionate, dominant men.

Maggie has a history in show-business both in front of and behind the camera, but moved from Los Angeles to live in the Pacific Northwest to pursue her writing. She is an equine enthusiast who rides every day, and writes until the wee hours of the morning when her eyes close only because they must.

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