Dominating Destiny by Maggie Carpenter, In a Special Sunday Spotlight

A special Sunday

 spotlight, featuring 

Maggie Carpenter,  

a prolific author of 

erotic romance.  

In Maggie's world...

"Men are Dominant, not domineering.

Women are artfully spanked and teased, treasured and revered.

Its a world of handcuffs and spreader bars.

Crops, floggers, paddles and hot hands.

A world of leather and lace, corsets and stockings.

A world of pleasure..."

Thank you for giving a glimpse into your world today, Maggie.  As always it is a decadent pleasure.  

ULTIMATE CONTROL

An Erotic Novella Series

DOMINATING DESTINY

“The Peppermints”

I didn’t know what I wanted.

That’s not true, I did, sort of.

 Sometimes we don’t know what we want, what we really want, until it

arrives with a very loud bang.

Or in this case, a very hard smack.

He had been my boyfriend for a while.

I thought I knew him.

I did not!

He said he had a vision.

He wouldn’t tell me what it was.

But he said he thought I could make it real.

A vision made real?

Me?

How?

~~~~~

 AN EXCERPT FROM

DOMINATING DESTINY

“The Peppermints”

Moments later, standing in the middle of the bedroom, he lifted my dress over my head, then kissing my neck he began roaming his hands over my body. I was lost in a sea of emotion, mumbling his name as he walked me backwards to the bed, and when he sat down and pulled me over his knee, I was overcome with relief.

 It occurred to me if someone had told me just a short time ago that lying across Brad’s lap getting my ass spanked would become one of my favorite things in the whole world, I would have told them they were certifiably insane, but a hot slap hit my backside and it snapped me from my thoughts. Reaching across the bed I grabbed a pillow. It had become a thing with me, cuddling a pillow as he spanked me.

“Do you know why I’m doing this?” he asked, landing another solid smack.

“Because you want to?”

“Well, yes, I always want to, but besides that.”

“No, I don’t think I do.”

“You were playing games with me, and that’s not acceptable. You were going to make us late on purpose.”

“Only because I needed your attention,” I protested, suddenly feeling like a naughty child. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

His hand abruptly spanked down, twice, hard, in the center of my sit spot.

“OW! What did I say?”

“You didn’t know what else to do? What about, Brad, I can see there’s something on your mind and it’s scaring me.”

“I, uh…”

“Should I have opened up?” he continued. “Yes, and I was going to but I wasn’t ready. You didn’t trust me. You didn’t trust us. You went to the worst possible scenario, and now I’m going to spank that insecurity out of you.”

He was right. Of course he was right. He was annoyingly right, and as I writhed and squirmed as he resumed his work I buried my head in the pillow, ouch’ing and ow’ing with gratitude and pain.

“In the future, when you’re scared or worried, don’t hold back,” he lectured landing some hard swats in the middle of my backside. “There is nothing you can’t talk to me about, or ask me, or confess to me. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Sir, yes,” I gasped. “I will, I swear.”

His hand stopped spanking, and after soothing my skin for a few minutes, sending me into that warm, calm, amazing place, he ordered me to climb on the bed and rest on my hands and knees. As I did, I watched him undress. God, I loved his body, and when he kneeled behind me, and his thumbs separated my pussy lips, I held my breath. A moment later his member was at my entrance, and I let out a long, low, moan.

“You’re so wet,” he muttered, “you’re positively soaked.”

Clutching my hips he thrust inside me, pummeling me with strong, fast, hard strokes. He was ferocious, impassioned, and demanding, and as my orgasm quickly drew near, I found myself craving a peppermint. As if reading my mind he withdrew, leaned over me, and retrieving the tin of hot mints from the bedside table he flipped open the lid.

“Here, suck hard,” he ordered, picking out two and dropping them in my mouth, “and I mean it, suck hard.”

Quickly returning to his position he plunged back inside me, and pressing the mints between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, I squeezed my eyes shut as he pumped me into my orgasm.

The sparkling spasms shivered through my limbs, the heat of the peppermints burned down my throat, and I crunched them between my teeth as I surrendered to the all-consuming convulsions, finally collapsing on my stomach as the last ripple of delicious sensation left my body.

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Spanking, Strapping and Stretching All in One Smoking Sara Fields Snippet, Oh My!!!

 I feel wicked and whiny today, rather than wanton.  Nothing major, just the everyday bumps and potholes on the road we call life.  And what happens when I get home?  

I’m all out of Calgon, 

darn it.

Good thing I have three HOT alien savages on my blog, which is better than a bubble bath any day.  So I think I’ll pour a glass of wine, light a lavender candle, and cuddle up with my Kindle and Sara Fields’ sexy savages. 

After you read this snippet, I predict you’ll be joining me.   

Claimed by the Savages

By Sara Fields.

  

Excerpt:

Moist desire pooled between her legs, trickling down her thighs and she groaned as she unsuccessfully tried to squeeze her limbs together. Her chest heaved with arousal and their lips began to brush against the tiny hairs of her skin, igniting shivers throughout her body. Two of them kissed either side of her neck and the third began to caress her breasts, heavy and tight with her lust. Her nipples pebbled at his attention, hardening painfully as he took one and then the other in his mouth. Tongues swirled across her flesh and she arched into them. Hands stroked her aching buds, squeezing and pinching her nipples, while yet another grazed her neck and pushed up into her long dark locks. His fist tightened, pulling her hair back painfully, but she moaned at the feeling as electric desire shot straight to the bundle of nerves between her legs, already desperate for their attention.

The first voice that spoke was soft, almost sweet, making her yearn to please him in whatever way he demanded of her.

“I heard you were a bad little girl, kitten. And that means you’re going to be spending some quality time over my knee getting your bottom spanked until I decide you’ve learned your lesson.”

She moaned out loud, imagining her naked body lying over his thighs, his heavy palm spanking her bottom cheeks red for her disobedient behavior. Another voice whispered in her ear, this one gruffer, expectant of her immediate obedience.

“I told you to get on your knees and suck your men’s cocks and you failed to obey me. Instead, you’re going to get spanked by me too, only I’m going to use my leather belt on your naughty backside to teach you to never hesitate when I give you a command again.”

Her bottom tingled in anticipation of his leather lash and she whined with need for it. Her hips rocked, almost as if his punishment was already about to descend on her quivering, trembling cheeks. A third voice met her ears, low and sensual, yet full of confident promise. Her pussy ached to be filled by all three of them, one after another and she moaned, all her senses heightened to such a state that she didn’t know how much more she could handle without combusting in a never- ending orgasm.

“You denied me access to your body, gorgeous. I cannot condone such naughty behavior. I’m going to stretch that naughty bottom of yours nice and wide, then fill it with my cock. I’ll make you beg for me by the time I’m finished with you,” the third voice whispered into her ear.

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Blurb:

As an unauthorized third child, nineteen-year-old Aimee Harrington has spent her life avoiding discovery by government authorities, but her world comes crashing down around her after she is caught stealing a vehicle in an act of petulant rebellion. Within hours of her arrest, she is escorted onto a ship bound for a detention center in the far reaches of the solar system.

Soon after her arrival, however, Aimee is made aware that this facility is no ordinary prison. It is a training center for future brides, and once she has been properly trained she will be thoroughly examined and then offered to an alien male in need of a mate. Worse still, Aimee’s defiant attitude quickly earns her the wrath of the strict warden. To make an example of her, Aimee is given as a wife not to a sophisticated gentleman, but to three warriors of the planet Primorion.

Though Primorion males are considered savages on Earth, it doesn’t take long for Aimee to realize that while her new mates will demand her obedience and will not hesitate to spank her soundly if her behavior warrants it, they will also cherish and protect her in a way she has never experienced before. But when the time comes for her three dominant men to master her body completely, will she find herself begging to be claimed by the savages?

Publisher’s Note: Claimed by the Savages 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.

Email: otkdesire@yahoo.com

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Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/SaraFields/e/B016YKP6OY/

Marital Discord, Vacations, and Domestic Discipline with Cara Bristol on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

Today on Wicked Wanton Wednesday…

Domestic Discipline

By Cara Bristol

I’m thrilled to have Cara back in the Wednesday author spotlight with a brand new release, all about and entitled, Domestic Discipline.  She begins by sharing what inspired one of her two stories.

Years ago I worked with woman who had booked a cruise with her husband. She was very excited about it; it was her first luxury vacation. But before they could go, their marriage hit a snag, and there was some doubt whether they would stay together. My friend still looked forward to the cruise, even though she and her husband weren’t getting along. She felt that they could use the cruise as a respite from their problems.

Two weeks before the cruise date, she discovered her husband had cancelled the cruise, thinking there was no reason to go if they weren’t getting along.

Holy cow was she mad.

In my spanking romance Wife on the Lam in Domestic Discipline, Janelle and Brent’s marriage is strong, but she is very, very angry at him. Believing he completely blew off their wedding anniversary, booking a business trip on their special day, she runs away to vacation by herself. They have a domestic discipline marriage, and she knows she’s going to have to pay the piper when she returns, but once she gets to the resort, she starts to miss him. Her husband informs her he plans to join her there, and she knows her butt’s going to pay the price for her hasty action.

An excerpt from Wife on the Lam, Domestic Discipline:

The only person to board so far, she sank into a seat midway down the aisle curbside, grateful for the air conditioning. After only a short jaunt from the building to the van, perspiration dampened her skin. She plucked at her cotton capris stuck to her legs. She wouldn’t need the slacks she’d packed. Just shorts, tanks — and the swimsuit. If she had the guts to wear it.

She’d bought the suit to surprise Brent before she hatched her impromptu plan. He’d always liked her ass. She sighed and lifted her hair from her nape. Should she contact him? Start damage control?

Could she call the States from Isla Island? Because Brent traveled so much they had a comprehensive cell plan. She powered up her phone. Seconds later a text message beeped through. Her hand shook as she recognized Brent’s number.

Can’t believe U did this. Where R U?

She texted him back. Cabana Resort, Isla Island. I’m sorry.

She widened her eyes when seconds later a response popped up. He must have been waiting for her message. She could imagine his fury. Fortunately she was hundreds of miles away. Of course, if she hadn’t been hundreds of miles away, he wouldn’t be mad. With any hope, he’d cool off some by the end of the week. Or would he be angrier by then?

U R in so much trouble. B there Thurs.

Did that mean what it sounded like? She gulped. U R coming here? Yes. We’ll talk.

Talk was often a euphemism, but of course she wanted him to join her. Her heartfelt wish had been for her and Brent to take the trip together. And she was ninety-nine percent sure he wouldn’t spank her at a resort.

Domestic Discipline Blurb:

Love, desire, domination, and submission. Two domestic discipline romances by USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol in one volume.

Wife on the Lam

Janelle wants to take a luxury vacation for her wedding anniversary. Despite numerous hints, husband Brent misses all the clues and plans a business trip! Miffed, she flies off alone to a luxury resort. She’s going to celebrate—with or without him.

Brent didn’t have to work. He’d planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but he’s not going to let her ruin their anniversary, too. He has a little trick up his sleeve to take his errant wife in hand and get their marriage back on track.

Rahm’s Way

Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahm’s love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, he’s home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants things exactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?

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ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-domesticdiscipline-2090428-354.html

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1146670410

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/domestic-discipline

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/domestic-discipline-cara-bristol/1124439142

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Domestic-Discipline-Cara-Bristol-ebook/dp/B01LM0K1O6/

Amazon smart URL for all Amazon sites: http://hyperurl.co/DDAmz

Author Bio

USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes “nice and naughty” stories of love, romance, and humor featuring strong alpha heroes. She is a no. 1 bestseller in BDSM erotica, science fiction romance, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She is best known for her Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series and her Breeder D/s sci-fi romance series. She lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.

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A Little Sexy Time with Meredith O'Reilly on Wicked Wanton Wednesday

Today, on Wicked Wanton Wednesday, I’m going a little light on the wicked for Meredith O’Reilly and her new short story.  It’s a sweet little age play with the cutest darn cover I ever did see.  Who did that for you, Meredith?

Korey Mae Johnson at Stormy Nights Publishing. Isn’t it great?  I love it!  And thank you for having me over on your blog today, Maddie, and helping me promote.  I’ve been wanting to do this little story for a while, and try my hand at a short story at the same time.

It’s top 100 on Amazon, Meredith.  Congrats on that, so it looks like you did something very right here.  Did you bring us a sexy snippet?

I sure did, a sexy spanking snippet, which I new your followers would gobble right up.  I hope everyone enjoys my Little Sleepover!!

The Little Sleepover

by Meredith O'Reilly

In this snippet, Samantha and Jackson are having some sexy time together.

I nudged her out between my legs so I could stand up. “Turn around.”

She did as she was told as I grabbed the fuzzy handcuffs. I clicked them around her wrists, making sure that there was a little give, so she didn’t hurt herself if she pulled on her restraints.

I placed the blindfold over her eyes as I wanted to keep her from knowing what was coming next.

“I want you to lean over the bed.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I guided her onto the bed. Her upper body laid on the mattress as her lower body hung off of it. It was at the perfect angle for me to play with her delectable ass.

I noticed her breaths beginning to come out in small pants. She was getting aroused by the anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Wanting to start her off easy before I used the flogger, I sat on the side of the bed and gave her ass a good smack.

“Oh,” she moaned loudly.

I continued to spank each cheek, alternating where my strokes landed. My spanks were light and I only focused on her butt, not her sit spots since this was a fun spanking. She hated having her sit spots smacked.

She wiggled a little on the comforter, and my guess was that she was trying to control the fire between her legs. My lovely wife enjoyed her spankings.

Once her ass was a nice shade of pink and well heated, I reached for the flogger.

I slithered it up and down her back, around her bottom, and between her legs. Her pussy was glistening with her juices.

After I teased her some more, I stood and started to rain the flogger down on her ass. Since this was suede and I was using lighter strokes, I wasn’t as careful about where the straps landed. I knew that the attention was probably feeling more like a massage to her than anything.

“Oh, Jackson,” she moaned again, rubbing her thighs together.

I stopped the flogging and brought my hand down hard on her bottom. “No moving, naughty girl. You are mine and I will decide when you will receive your pleasure. Spread your legs far apart.”

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The Little Sleepover Blurb

When twenty-five-year-old Samantha Briggs invites her best friend and fellow little Juliana over for a sleepover, Juliana’s daddy drops her off at Samantha’s house with stern instructions to be a good girl and obey Samantha’s daddy.

The evening is filled with coloring, cartoons, baking cookies, and giggling, and when it’s time for bed Samantha and Juliana decide they aren’t done having fun. But after they’re caught jumping on the bed late at night, they soon find their bottoms bared for a sound spanking as they are reminded what happens to naughty girls who disobey their daddies.

Publisher’s Note: The Little Sleepover is a short story set in the world of Little Samantha’s Choice and Learning to Be Little Again. It includes spankings, age play, and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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New Author Paige Parsons Takes the Stage on Wicked Wanton Wednesday!

Rub-a-dub-dub, 

brand new spanking romance author Paige Parsons 

is in the tub with me on 

Wicked Wanton Wednesday.  

Draw a hot bath, add some bubble, light a few candles for ambiance, and don't forget the wine as we take a sneak peek at her debut novel, 

Taking the Stage.

Six weeks of rehearsal,

six weeks to get the lead actress on stage,

and six weeks to fall in love.

The only consistent thing in her life was time.

Taking the Stage

By Paige Parsons

Excerpt – rated R  J

“Where are those hands?” Her sigh was deep as the double sized mitts he considered hands reached over to rub the tops of both breasts. The water he scooped and let drizzle down her front was silky from the oil she always used.

“Don’t be a tease. Get in here with me.”

“I’m here to hurry you along, make sure you don’t drown, and get you out here with me.”

He leaned over to nibble on her ear as he took his frontal assault to the round under curve of her breast and up to nipples that met the pads of his fingertips in rock hard readiness.

“That’s not the way to get me out. Why would I want this to stop?”

“Sit up.” Leaning forward Robyn enjoyed his trailing hands that soaped, massaged, and caressed her from the nape of her neck to the dip in her back that met the start of the shapely rear end.

“This isn’t like any bath I’ve ever gotten.”

“And I better be the only one giving you this kind from here on. Rest back.”

He moved to the side of the bath and dipped his long arms deep under the bubbles. The luxurious rubbing continued from the tops of her thighs to the tips of her toes. As he ran his palms along the base of her feet, she felt giggles bubbling up in her in childlike fashion.

Buy Links:

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Blurb:

Her lying, cheating husband betrayed her. Devastated, she quit her teaching job. Now Robyn Rose isn't sure she has it in her to start over again in the only job she ever really enjoyed—the theatre.

But support for her penniless artistic future is limited, until she meets Joseph James Davis. He is the director of Robyn’s last-chance gig, and has some unique, over-his-lap sorts of ideas about what it takes to keep his stage manager on her best behavior. He also might just be her last chance at love.

Now, if only they can get their lead actress (who is also his ex-girlfriend) to take the stage without destroying their possibility at a future together.

Author Bio:

Paige Parsons is a creative Joan of all Trades, with her first love being theatre. However, theatre rarely paid the bills so, she's also worked as an educator, journalist, UPS customer service representative, and a receptionist at a record label.

Now living and working in Asia, Paige, a native New Yorker, has always loved the world of make believe and was a voracious reader and wild storyteller growing up.

She has been making up stories and getting them on paper for as long as she can remember and is always thrilled when someone expresses love for something she's written. After years of fear, and waiting for the right moment, she finished, submitted, and is thrilled to present her first full length novel.

She holds an undergraduate degree in Communication/English-Creative Writing and a graduate degree in Education and has spent the last 25 years collecting stories around the stage as an actress, stage manager, and production manager.

Paige loves to tell stories, read stories, and put stories up on the stage.

Properly Punished Morganna Williams on Wicked Wanton Wednesday.

You're in for a treat on Wicked Wanton Wednesday today because Morganna Williams is here with a peek at her new release, a compilation of twenty-two red-hot spanking stories, "each featuring a firm-handed man who knows exactly how to deal with a misbehaving woman. Sometimes a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking will suffice, while other times more thorough, humiliating punishments will be needed, but no matter what, the naughty girl in question will be left with her cheeks blushing, her backside blazing, and her body burning with desire."

Properly Punished

22 Spanking Stories

By Morganna Williams

Her eyes moved to the ginger plug in his hand. Lily was very familiar with its stinging effect, but she’d never had it in during a spanking before, and she whimpered softly.

“Bedroom now.” He pointed his finger, totally ignoring the beseeching look in her eyes. “Now, Lily.”

The implacability in his tone sent her scurrying toward the bedroom with him close on her heels. She walked to the side of the bed and looked up at him; he just raised his brow expectantly.

Lily sighed and pulled her pants and panties completely off before bending over the end of the bed.

He was behind her almost instantly. “Spread your legs.”

She buried her face in the bedding and moved her legs shoulder width apart as his hand spread her bottom cheeks open and she felt the cool tip of the root pressing against her ass determinedly.

“Deep breath, now let it out,” he told her and as she exhaled, the ginger pushed all the way inside, making her gasp and go up on her toes.

He began firmly working it in and out of her bottom, much to her dismay. He increased his speed, taking her ass harder and harder with the ginger. “Ooohooo… ooooh,” Lily cried as the burning began to fill the tender tissues of her ass.

“Do you like how this feels?” he asked.

“Noooo,” she whined.

“No, sir,” he corrected.

“No, sir!” Lily yelled after a particularly hard thrust.

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