Saturday, June 20, 2015

P is for Pleasure on SatSpanks and the A-Z Challenge


It's Saturday, so it's time for a spanking.  



I'm also up to the letter P (16 down, 10 to go!) 
on the A-Z challenge.  


*****

In this snippet, Mara has just received her first spanking, ever.  Afterwards, she's turned on, but gets a little surprise.  The punishment isn't quite over.


Second Time Lucky
Club Decadence, Book 5


She shifted, trying to align his ready cock with her equally aroused pussy, but he held her firm.

“No sex after punishment either.”

Her head came up and her jaw dropped. “Seriously?”

“Yes. This was not a game for me, Mara. If you think it was, I didn’t spank you enough.”

“You spanked me plenty,” she shot back at him softly. “I know it’s not a game, Sean. Still, I can’t help that it made me hot. I can feel you against me, you want it too.”

“I do not reward bad behavior and rule breaking with pleasure. Tomorrow, I’ll ride you until you can’t walk straight, if you’d like, but tonight, we sleep.”

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*****

Second Time Lucky blurb:

From an early age, Mara Westbrook has led a troubled life. With no one to trust or rely on, she meets a breathtakingly handsome soldier on her ward at Walter Reed. He captures her eye and makes her yearn for things she never thought possible, not for a girl like her. Can she move beyond the traumatic secrets of her past and risk giving love a try?

Injured and in pain, the only light in Master Sergeant Sean O'Brien's dark days is his night nurse, his blonde haired, green eyed, deliciously curvy, modern day nightingale. Seeing her in those tight scrubs, tending to him and his fellow soldiers with her sweet, yet sexy smile eases the pain in his throbbing leg. Unfortunately, it shifts the ache about six inches higher. He sets out to make her his own, to earn her trust, her love and in the end her ultimate submission.

They come together beautifully with Sean teaching her the wicked and wonderful ways of a D/s lifestyle. Mara blossoms under his sensual domination and his firm but loving discipline, but her past won’t let her be. Relentlessly pursuing her and threatening her idyllic life with Sean. To protect what she holds dear, she does unspeakable things leading to more secrets, lies and betrayal. She runs as she always does.

When Mara unwittingly becomes the key witness to events that will finally bring down the Mendoza Cartel, Sean and the Rossi team step in to keep her safe. As her handler, Sean must protect her with his life and Mara must obey him in order to survive. Thrown together under impossible circumstances, Sean learns the awful truth of her past and realizes that despite it all, he still loves her. But can he forgive the lies? And will Mara be able to live under Sean’s stringent rules, learning to trust and submit fully to the only man she’s ever loved?


As threats against the Decadence Masters become fierce, answers are at long last revealed. Come visit old friends and as always watch desire ignite, love simmer, while kink and sex burn blazing hot in Club Decadence, the best damn BDSM club in the southwest. 


Hop on to the other 19 blogs and enjoy more hot SatSpanks snippets.  See you next week.

Friday, June 19, 2015

O is for Olfactory on the A-Z Challenge. Mm, mm, smells so good!


Olfactory cues and memories play an important role in both animal and human development.  It is believed smell plays an important role in maternal/child bonding after birth, as well as the basic animal instinct to seek and find food.  It also aids in identification,  communication, and sexual reproduction.  

Of course, today, we'll focus on this last one.

Smells, both conscious and unconscious can trigger arousal, which in the animal world are called mating behaviors.  We've heard about pheromones, these olfactory chemicals are stimulated by arousal and become a signal to the potential mate that its time to get busy.  In addition, there is a change in these chemicals during ovulation and menstruation, kind of like the female body's traffic light, green means go, etc...  

Studies have shown that many men are turned on by food smells particularly baked goods, like mama used to make.  LOL  So why are we women wasting money on expensive floral and musk scents when we can dab a bit of vanilla on and be good to go.  Even better, Cinnabon rolls liberally applied before going out will drive your man crazy and having him eating out of your palm, or elsewhere.  <wink>



Women on the other hand are turned on by leather, toothpaste, gasoline (WTF?), licorice and cucumbers.  Me, it would have to be cake.  Um, yeah...




In today's excerpt that is all about smells and arousal, its peaches that drives Rick Spencer mad with passion.   Hm... is anyone else hungry???  To bad Rick and Regan are thousands of miles apart and have to resort to an online video chat.  I wonder if they've ever invented that smell-a-vision I've heard joked about.  For Rick, that would certainly come in handy.   Enjoy!


You Said Forever
Club Decadence, Book 2

“I sure am glad I was able to get some down time tonight.  I missed that sweet smile, Peaches.”

Reflexively, she rolled her eyes; she really did hate that nickname.

“Did you just roll your eyes at your Master, Regan?”

His use of his title, signaled his playful mood, so she followed his lead.  “Yes, but you know I hate that hooker nickname, Master.” 

“Ah, but I love it.  It reminds me of the way you smell like fresh peaches.  Sometimes, when we’re in the shower, it smells so real I can taste the fuzz.”

“Maybe I should switch to something else and mix it up a little, something without a floozy nickname.”

“Don’t you dare!  I love that scent in your hair, on your skin, and that peach-flavored body lotion… yummy.  You know I love to lick it off you, especially that sweet peach-flavored pussy.”

That flipped her switch.  She tingled and moistened as she imagined his lips against her, his tongue lapping at her clit and then dipping lower into her drenched opening.  A groan slipped out.  Her eyes flew open at his answering chuckle.

“I know that sexy look.  Has your pussy been missing its Master, too?  Why don’t you slip out of those clothes and show me how wet you are.”

Her hands flew to her blouse and started to undo the buttons.  As she pulled it from her shoulders, she couldn’t help the blush that swept over her.  “Bear,” she started shyly, “we haven’t done this since you left Afghanistan.  I’m not sure I remember how.”


“No worries, babe.  It’s like riding a bike, just do as I say and you’ll do just fine.  Now take off everything...”

*****


Thursday, June 18, 2015

N is for Newbie on the A-Z Challenge


Newbie (n):  A novice, one lacking in experience, in the BDSM/kink/fetish community, it refers especially to someone not experienced in kink.

In this excerpt from Master My Love, Valerie Thornton is visiting Decadence LA for the first time.  It’s also her first time in a BDSM club, ever.  To say it's an eye opening experience is putting it mildly.  Enjoy!


Master My Love
Decadence LA


Her tinkling laughter escaped and encompassed him.  He noticed that several other members heard and turned to look, charmed as well.  She seemed classy and refined although the leather outfit was all wrong for her.  His phone buzzed, a problem somewhere he was sure.  Checking the screen, he frowned and signaled to Samson. 

“I’m sorry, Valerie.  I need to attend to a problem.”  Samson stepped up then and Eric nodded toward her.  “Samson will watch you while I attend to an issue in the playroom.”

“I’m swamped, boss.  Terry called in and Marcia is late.  It’s just me back here.  I’m afraid I couldn’t give her all my attention.”  He gave her a once over, then turned to look behind the bar.  “She’s little; my naughty slave cage is empty.  I could put her in there in a pinch.”

Val’s cry of alarm and her hands flying to her mouth in shock prompted Eric’s eye roll… newbies.  The least little thing petrified them.  Being naked, restrained to a cross, and flailed with a flogger often didn’t faze them, but in a gilded cage, safe and secure while their Master attended to business seemed beyond the pale.  Go figure.

“Never mind, this is her first night and she’s skittish.  I’ll put the reins on her and bring her with me.”  Eric pulled the length of chain from his pocket and clipped it to her collar.  She gave a small whimper of alarm.  With a little tug, he brought her down from her stool. 

“You know the rule, subbie.  Unattached guest subs have to be tethered in the play areas.  It’s for safety, especially in your case.  We can’t risk you wandering off and freaking out.”

“It makes me feel so…”  She searched for the right word.

“Submissive?” Eric supplied.

“Yes, Sir.”


“Good, that’s exactly as intended.  Shall we go?”  




Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Guest Author Summer Graystone Helps with M for Mom on the A-Z Challenge.

Double Duty again, with Wicked Wanton Wednesday and the Spanking A-Z Challenge.  

Today is M for Mom!  

I’m so happy to have a guest author to help me meet the challenge, today.  Let’s give a great big WWW welcome to Summer Graystone!


Hi Maddie! Thank you so much for hosting me today!


I’m sharing an excerpt from my latest book – Bailey’s Little Adventure. This is an age play story which is actually part of the Little Haven Collection released last month. You can find more about that collection here on my blog.


The snippet I’m going to share with you is based on the letter M. M for Mom!  In this scene Ian surprises Bailey with a present but it doesn’t go as planned… but as a good Daddy, Ian takes care of his little girl.


*****

“Then we have time.” He brought a wrapped package out of his briefcase. “Let’s go up to our room.”

I squealed, grabbing for the box, but he held it out of my reach. “Not so fast. Upstairs.”

I loved presents, and it had been ages since he’d bought me anything as a surprise. I danced alongside him down the hall to my room. He opened the door and stopped. It was a mess, as usual—clothes everywhere, DVDs and CDs piled on the floor. He turned around and gave me that look.

“I know, I know, it’s a mess.” I brushed a pile of clothes off the bed. “I’ll clean it tomorrow.”

There was a brief moment when I thought there would be a punishment, but Ian had really never stressed out over my room. We’d always thought of it as my space, my own private Idaho, where I could be myself. But even I could see it past the disaster stage and running into the toxic wasteland stage.

“Tomorrow. I promise.” I crossed my heart, and he laughed.

Ian sat on the bed, the present in his hands. “Okay. Tomorrow. At least make a dent.”

“Can I have it now?” I could hardly stand still, and I just barely managed not to jump up and down in front of him. He patted the bed, and I perched on the edge.

“For being so patient with me, with work and everything. I saw this and thought of you, thought you might like it.” He handed me the box.

I reached up and kissed his cheek, then tore through the Hello Kitty wrapping paper. The box inside was blue, with a little gold sticker holding it shut. I slipped my finger beneath it, and the lid popped open. Inside was blue tissue paper. I pulled it back carefully, not really knowing what to expect.

It was a teddy bear, the old-fashioned kind with button eyes and a stitched-on mouth and nose. Even without taking it out of the box, I knew it had arms and legs that moved and a tiny tab sewn into the back seam with the name of the company, and a tiny bear stitched on it in emerald green. My hands shook as I pulled the bear out of the box. I’d had the exact same bear as a child.

“Bailey? What is it?”

I couldn’t stop it. Tears fell down my cheeks, landing on the bear’s cinnamon-colored fur. He blurred, and I blinked back more tears.

“This is the bear my mom gave me. The exact same one. It was the last thing I had from her, before she… went away.”

“Oh, Bailey. I’m so sorry.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Do you want me to take it?” He reached for the bear, but I shook my head, holding it close to me.

“No. I love him. It’s just…” I hugged the bear, tears starting up again. “I miss my mom. And I don’t want… I don’t want you to go away, because she did, right after she gave me the bear.” My words came out in a rush, mixed with sobs. Ian rocked me against him, his voice soft, murmuring wordless sounds against my hair.

“I’m not going anywhere, Bailey. I’m not going to leave you. I’m fine. Your mom was sick…”

He knew the story. She’d had cancer. But I’d been too young then to understand. I knew now, in my mind, what had happened. But in my heart, when I was a kid—and now, sometimes—I still thought she’d left me, that she’d been mad at me.

We sat in each other’s arms until the doorbell rang. Ian went down and took care of the pizza delivery. When he came back, I was still sitting on the bed. He sat beside me, and after a few minutes he picked up the hairbrush from the bedside table.

“Turn around.”

I shifted so my back was to him. While I cradled the bear, he brushed my hair. My mom had done this, and when we were first married, on a day when I’d been in tears over something, he’d picked up the brush and brushed my hair. I don’t know why it comforted me so much. Maybe it was how tight he clasped me, how he held me close. I felt safe.

We sat for a long time, until I was calm, until my tears and the fear of him leaving for no reason had passed. Finally he set the brush aside. I turned around, still holding the bear.

“Ian, make love to me. Please. I want to be loved.”

“Where?”

I set the bear on my bed, kissing its nose gently and leaning him against my pillow. I looked at it for a minute, this small stuffed bear that had brought up such huge emotions. Then I looked at Ian, this amazing man, who loved me and understood me.

“In our bed.”

He stood, holding out his hand. I took it, and he led me down the hall to our room.

It was dark, and we left the lights off, undressing each other slowly in the dark, feeling rather than seeing our way to bare skin, touching and kissing, each move slow and gentle.

When we were done, I curled against Ian, inhaling the scent of us together, running my fingers over the smooth skin of his chest. I felt the rumble of his voice beneath my fingers.

“Are you hungry? The pizza’s cold, but it’s there.”

“No. I’m good.” I was sleepy, content, and food wasn’t on my mind. “But if you are, go ahead. I’m fine.”

He slipped out of bed, and I pulled his pillow over, burying my face in it. It smelled of him, his scent, his aftershave. I nestled into the covers and closed my eyes, letting my mind wander, thinking about Ian, about our life together. And not for the first time, I thought about how lucky I was.

*****
Well! If you want to know what happens then you have to pick up a copy of the book right? Check out the full blurb below!


Blurb

Even though she is an adult with a full-time job, Bailey loves role-playing as daddy’s naughty little girl. Nothing is more fun than dressing like a teen and teasing her husband, who is always ready to punish her properly before pleasuring her more than she would have thought possible. When she discovers that he would like to tie her up so that she is completely vulnerable and at his mercy, she trusts him to keep her safe, even when he pushes her past her comfort zone.

But Bailey’s perfectionism makes her insecure about their relationship, and when she makes a mistake that disappoints her daddy she panics and wonders if she could lose him forever. Can he prove to Bailey that even when things get really hard, he will always be there for his little girl with the love, guidance, and discipline she needs?

Publisher’s Note: Bailey’s Little Adventure contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled Little Haven.


Buy Links: Coming Soon


Author links


Thank you for having me on your blog Maddie!


Great to have you, Summer.  Thanks for taking on “M” for me.  Got anything you want to share for N-Z?  LOL 


Good Luck with your new book.  I looks amazing. 


Today's blog was part of the Spanking A-Z Challenge, drop by the other participant's blogs.  There is some great posting going on!




Tuesday, June 16, 2015

L = Laying Down the Law on the Spanking A-Z Challenge

Who doesn't love a good western?  If it features a handsome, old west lawman, even better.  


In Marshal's Law, Aaron Jackson is that lawman, both for the town of Laramie Wyoming, and in his household way back when in 1878.  His bride from the twenty-first century, however, is having a hard time figuring that out.  

*****


Crossing to her dressing table, he picked up her wooden hairbrush and took a seat on the bench. Patting his lap, he signaled where he wanted her. “Let’s get on with this, darlin’. It’s been a long day.”

“You aren’t seriously going to spank me with my own hairbrush, are you, Aaron?”

“I told you that when you don’t learn a lesson, the severity increases. This is the third time I’ve found you wandering about alone. You’ve felt my hand twice already and didn’t learn. Now we’ll see if the brush makes a more lasting impression. Pardon the pun.”

“And if I refuse?”

“I’m your husband, honey; you don’t get to refuse me. I’d much rather you cooperate and accept the consequences for your actions, but if you don’t, I’ll simply put you over my lap myself. But if that happens, you will definitely feel the strap. So, I recommend you act like the dutiful and obedient wife you vowed to be and get your little butt over here now.”

Tears stung her eyes, and she hesitantly took a half step toward him. She knew he was a spanker when she’d said, “I do”. At the time, it had seemed like the lesser of two evils. She had also promised not to go off all alone, but she had. “What was I supposed to do, Aaron? I was worried, and three hours had gone by.”

“You are supposed to do as you’re told and stay where I put you. If I can’t find you, I worry, and today I almost lost my mind. You left without leaving a note. For all I knew you had been taken or were hurt somewhere. I keep telling you this is still a rough town for the most part. We have only about five thousand residents, but we still employ a full time sheriff and ten deputies. That’s a 500:1 ratio, which is unheard of. Plus, I make this my home base because there is constantly something going on. Murders, rape, thefts, and drunken brawls happen here daily. In the past month alone, two innocent girls have been taken off the street and were found days later forced into servitude at one of the brothels. That could just as easily have been you today.”

Janelle gasped, and her hand flew to her mouth in alarm.

“So, when I tell you to stay at home, where I feel you are safe, I expect you to follow my rules. If it takes a spanking with my hand, paddle, strap, or switch every day, I will do it to keep you safe. Now, before I get riled up again, I expect you to get over here as I have asked repeatedly.”

“If you had told me that before, it would have made more sense.” Inching slowly closer, she hung her head. He was the marshal. He had firsthand knowledge about the crimes in Laramie, and she had disregarded his wishes.

“How many times did I warn you that Laramie is a dangerous place? My reluctance to live in town didn’t impress that point upon you? Furthermore, I don’t make a point of talking about brutal murders and assaults with women. It’s not an appropriate topic. You are going to have to learn to trust me. I don’t make rules arbitrarily or on a whim, Janelle. I am the law in this town, and when I make a law in my own household, it will be obeyed.”

She arrived at his side and found she couldn’t meet his gaze. She should have done as he’d told her. Her disobedience and recklessness could have gotten her killed, raped, or forced into prostitution.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t listen, Aaron. I didn’t know.”

“You don’t have to know, darlin’.” He nudged up her chin so she was looking at him before he said emphatically, “what you have to do is trust me.”

She nodded her agreement, feeling horribly guilty for worrying him and disobeying. She surprised herself by acknowledging that she deserved this spanking.

“Lower your drawers and lay across my thighs.” He waited patiently, expecting obedience from her.

Moving into position, she felt his hands at her waist, guiding her. Once her belly rested across his thighs, he angled her forward, which lifted her feet off the floor. With a small squeal of alarm, she instinctively sought to steady herself, one hand reaching for the floor, the other gripping his pant leg. It wasn’t necessary though, because Aaron had firm control of her body. His strength would never allow her to fall on her face; neither would it allow her to struggle and break free. His right leg wrapped around both of hers, and she was anchored firmly in place.


“Give me your right hand.” She reached back until his unyielding fingers wrapped around her wrist and bent her arm up and out of the way. “I’ll begin with my hand and finish with the brush. I expect you to learn your lesson this time, Janelle. I don’t want to have to teach it again.”

*****


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Sunday, June 14, 2015

K is for Kisses on the A-Z Challenge

Soft kisses... angry kisses... French kisses... a peck on the cheek or the forehead... long kisses... short kisses... not-on-the-mouth kisses... butterfly kisses... up against the wall kisses... good kisses... sloppy wet kisses... 

There are so many, many types of kisses, I could go on all day.  Suffice it to say, kisses are the the greatest invention since sliced bread, for the most part.  But unfortunately, there are a few bad kisses.  

You know, the stabbing tongue, too much teeth involved, sloppy wet kind, where you worry you've somehow gotten yourself mixed up with an overzealous, closet cannibal or something and your mouth, lips and tongue are the main entree on the menu?  

You want to scrape him off, stand up and scream, "Come on, man!  Kissing is a finesse activity, find some.  Stat!"

But we're her to talk about good kisses.  The kind that makes a heroine melt into the hero's arms and her panties seem to vanish in thin air.  Yeah, you guessed it, I gotta a clip for that.  LOL

Here is Tony Rossi, Cap from Captain My Captain.  He has done a bonehead thing (yes, even sexy hot Dom heroes can do that).  So, now its time for a makeup kiss.  Lucky for us it is also a scorching hot up-against-the-wall kind of makeup kiss.  Yum!  Enjoy... 


*****

Tony closed and locked the door behind them. 

A split second later, Megan found herself pushed up against the door, his large body crowding hers as he took her mouth in a scorching kiss.  Startled at first, Megan stood still under the onslaught.  After several moments, she remembered she was supposed to be angry with him.  Pressing her hands against his chest, she ineffectually pushed against him and turned her head to break the kiss. 

Undeterred, Tony’s lips trailed hot kisses across her cheek and down her neck before latching onto the sensitive spot below her ear.

“Tony!” she protested breathlessly.  This man, despite leaving her heartbroken and angry, turned her on more than anyone, ever.  Her resistance was slipping.  

“I’m so sorry, Angel,” Tony said between kisses.  He lifted his head to look deeply into her eyes.  “I thought I was the target and that they were using you to get to me.  I was trying to protect you in my own fucked-up way.  I never wanted to hurt you.”  His lips tenderly met hers as he pressed light kisses along her jaw and the corner of her mouth.  “I have waited for you for so long and wanted nothing more than to make you mine.  It killed me to push you away, but I felt that was the only way to keep you safe.  I’ve made some enemies over the years and didn’t want to expose you to their shit.”

Megan’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes misting as she looked at him.  Could it be true?  Overwhelmed with questions and emotions, she dipped her head and pressed her face against his chest.  “You hurt me so bad—” Her voice broke as she fought back her tears.

“Don’t cry.  My God, Angel, you slay me with your tears.”  Tony gently pulled her away from his chest and angled her face up to his.  “Look at me, baby.  Please don’t hide from me.”

“I thought my heart would explode when you said it was over.”

“I know I hurt you,” he whispered, “and I am sorry. I did it on purpose to throw them off your trail.  I hoped that if they thought you meant nothing to me, they would leave you alone.  Man, did I get this one wrong.   I really fucked up, Meg.  Can you ever forgive me?”

Long story short, Captain has 2 covers.
This is the one that got him out of
the Amazon dungeon because the
prudes couldn't stand the O-face.
Original available everywhere else!
Megan’s watery gaze met his as she tried to read the emotions behind his eyes.  The intensity of his gaze was too much and she lowered her eyes.  Could she trust him again?  Should she?

“No, Megan,” he demanded hoarsely.  “Look at me.”  His tone, so full of urgency and raw need, compelled her to look at him.  “I’m already in love with you, Angel.  I wanted to protect you and was willing to sacrifice anything, even giving you up, to keep you safe.  Now that I know that it’s not my past posing the threat, I want you with me, because you are mine.”

His lips swooped down and seized her lips in another searing kiss.  His confession had softened Megan’s heart.  Helpless against his allure, she opened her mouth eagerly and let him back in.  Praying it was real this time, she also opened her fragile heart, entrusting it to his care once again for safekeeping.  Overwhelmed by the emotions of the last day, she sobbed against his lips and reached up to grasp handfuls of his shirt at his back.

“I’m so sorry, baby.  Please don’t cry anymore.”  He spread kisses across her eyelids and kissed away the tears that trickled down her cheeks.  “It kills me to see you cry like this.”

Megan let out a tearful laugh at the absurdity of that statement. 

Arching an imperious brow at the irony of his words, he finally admitted.  “Tears during discipline are the exception to the rule, of course.”  Then his face turned serious. “Can you forgive me, Megan?”

She searched his eyes and saw only sincerity there, and love. She couldn’t say no, she loved him too much and decided to risk it all, even knowing that if he ever left her again it would kill her. “Yes, Tony, I forgive you.  But don’t ever do that to me again.  I’d rather you keep me close than push me away in a crisis.  My heart can’t take it.”


*****


Okay.  I counted twelve different kind of kisses.  Phew!  Tony is a true expert, which means Megan is a very luck girl  

Saturday, June 13, 2015

J is for Juices on SatSpanks and the A-Z Challenge



There are plenty of spankings in Second Time Lucky, but for the life of me I couldn't think of a spanking related J.  So you get a sex scene today.  Do you mind?  <snicker>  I know better.  


J is for Juices today for both SatSpanks and the A-Z Challenge.




In this scene, Sean is deployed in Afghanistan and Mara is modeling some new lingerie by video chat.  The scene includes what follows.  

Caution:  Words in the snippet may be extremely hot and are meant for an adult audience only.  

My 8 line snippet:

His mouth was watering at the thought of her warm, sweet honey. “Put your fingers in your mouth and describe for me in detail how you taste.”

She paused, glancing back with a startled expression.

“Hesitation will earn you a spanking.”

Her lashes fluttered once before her wet fingers found her mouth.

“Glide that wetness along your lower lip, first.”

Shimmering fingertips slicked along her bottom lip, leaving it shiny with her juices.

“So damn hot, baby, now, lick it off for me.”