Torrid Tantalizing Tuesday with Bella Bryce; Part Duex

Today, we return to Waldorf Manor for part II of our series with Bella Bryce.  Although not quite G rated, Bella specializes in clean age play and domestic discipline, because good girls sometimes need to be spanked, too. 

Sorry Betty Boop, this means you, honey.  

The Waldorf Manor Series Continues with The Shortlist:

Ten months after ‘’The Solicitation’’ and Alice’s transition to Waldorf Manor, her uncle - Bennett Fowler - hopes to secure the companionship of a girl under his own authority at his nearby estate, Barton-Court House.  Alice is neither amused nor welcoming to Bennett’s new charge and it doesn’t take long for her to display adamant displeasure, feeling the newcomer is a threat to the carefully constructed life which has been built around her at Waldorf and in their circle.  Completely against his beliefs and expectations, Bennett discovers feelings for his new charge will complicate their arrangement.  He refuses to deviate from their strictly platonic relationship and his original intentions to be her disciplinarian . . . until he can't.

"The Shortlist" is the beginning of a rather unlikely romance and you'll see a side of Bennett Fowler you didn't know existed if you read "The Solicitation!"

Enjoy an excerpt from The Shortlist:

“Mr. Fowler, good morning,” a man on reception said, glancing from Bennett to the girl standing demurely beside him. 

          “Good morning.  I’m afraid I don’t have an appointment, but I wondered if Steffan was available,” Bennett said. 

          “My best customer doesn’t need an appointment,” Steffan said, emerging from an inconspicuous door as he approached them.

          “It’s actually for Elisabeth,” Bennett started.

          As soon as Bennett said the girl’s name, Steffan leaned forward and tipped her chin downward with his thumb and forefinger so as to get a closer look at the girl's roots.  He clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he observed.

          “Oh dear,” he said, and pulled Elisabeth’s chin back upward so that she was looking at him.  “Come and sit down,” Steffan said, and lead the way to his dedicated corner of the salon before the man on reception took Bennett and Elisabeth’s coats.

          “Now then, what has happened here?” Steffan asked, pulling up various pieces of Elisabeth’s tresses and inspecting them as though he’d never seen hair before. 

          “I’m not too sure I want to know,” Bennett said, watching Steffan look through Elisabeth’s hair as though it were painful for him.

          “Young lady, you should never let girls your age play hair dresser at home with bleach.  It’s quite dangerous,” Steffan said.

          Bennett’s eyebrows raised and Elisabeth glanced up at him as her cheeks blushed.

          “How did you know?” she timidly asked.

          Steffan was amused by Elisabeth’s question; having owned a salon with his wife for 25 years meant that they had pretty much seen everything.  And he knew homemade highlights from a mile away. 

          “In any case, get rid of those highlights completely so it’s only her natural brunette colour, then cut her hair to just below her chin and add a fringe,” Bennett said, folding his arms across his chest.

          “Pardon?” Elisabeth asked, turning in the chair to face Bennett.  He didn’t look at her, but kept his attention on Steffan. 

          “That’s about eight inches coming off,” Steffan said, nodding at Bennett.

          “Sorry?" Elisabeth asked, in the most polite tone she could possibly manage.  "I don't want my hair cut that short."

          Bennett gave Elisabeth a look.

          “Shall I let you two have a chat first?” Steffan asked.

          Steffan looked between Bennett and Elisabeth.  Elisabeth looked at Bennett, receiving a knowing glance from him and then closed her lips.  She had already been punished for openly questioning Bennett in public at the bank.  Elisabeth was certain it would be much worse if she carried on openly questioning him in public after having already been reminded. 

          “The only chat to occur is the one we will have at home,” Bennett said, raising his eyebrows at Elisabeth.  She knew what that meant and he always kept his word.

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The reviews are in;

5.0 out of 5 stars A new twist on domestic discipline December 1, 2013

By MissyG

Format:Kindle Edition

This story, like the 1st in the series, is a different brand of DD/AP. It is clean without the age play elements that are so common, no diapers, bottles and strict, cruel nannies. Instead it's a beautifully written, descriptive story about young women who need to be taken care of and the strong men who caretake while meeting their own needs to nurture, mentor and protect. We get to find out how Brayden and Alice from book 1 are doing 9 months into their relationship and see some jealous antics between the girls. We also get to see a budding romance which is different from the 1st book and something that I found most satisfying. I want to see how that all turns out so will wait patiently for book 3. Although not erotic, this enjoyable read contains several strict and well-deserved spankings (with delightfully stinging implements) that I highly recommend

Reviewer: Tia

12/08/2013 11:02pm 

This is the second book in a series, and I loved it nearly as much as the first. It is fantastically written and offers the addition of romantic interest between Bennett and his charge, Elizabeth, that was not seen in the first book. I absolutely cannot wait to see where the series goes next.

Reviewer: Pammy

12/08/2013 06:59am 

This is the type of novel that draws you in. As I read it I found myself absorbed in the story, leaving the real world far behind. It is romantic and sincere and the age play elements seem natural to the storyline. This is a great book by a talented author, and I highly recommend it.

 Keep up with Bella at the following links:

Bella's website: http://authorbellabryce.weebly.com

Bella on Twitter:  @bella_Bryce

  

Bella on Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/bella.bryce.7

Tomorrow Wicked Wanton Wednesday returns.  Join me when my guest will be Renee Rose who will feature her new release "Saved" from "The Naughty List".

Celebrating The Release of Marshal's Law on #SatSpanks

 

 

It's December 7th and at long last I am 

celebrating the release of

Marshal's Law.

When Janelle Prescott is thrown from her car as it careens off of an icy road, she expects to wake up in a hospital. Instead, to her utter disbelief, she wakes up in a jail cell which looks like something from an old western movie set. It is there, hurt and alone, with no idea what happened or how she will get back home, that Janelle first meets Aaron Jackson. As she regains her wits, however, Janelle realizes that something is terribly amiss, and her worst fears are confirmed when she learns that Aaron is the marshal of Cheyenne County, Wyoming… and the year is 1878.

When an injured, apparently addle-headed woman falls into his lap, Aaron takes it upon himself to keep her safe and nurse her back to health. Truth be told, he is instantly attracted to her despite her sharp tongue and her bizarre story—a story which he is quickly forced by the evidence to accept as genuine. After Aaron takes her under his wing and into his family’s home, the two clash frequently, but Aaron is more than ready to lay down the law… even if that means a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking for this feisty brat from another era.

Having little choice, Janelle must learn how to live as a woman in 1878, including submitting to the firm-handed marshal who, in spite of everything, seems to have laid claim to her heart. 


Here's this weeks Snippet from Marshal's Law

 

 “I think it’s time for that little discussion you’ve needed since you got here.”

She knew what ‘discussion’ meant to him and his father; it translated into spanking. “I don’t think so. I haven’t done anything to earn a punishment, and even if I had, you have no right to decide that I do. You’re not my father or my husband or my brother—or third cousin, twice removed, for that matter.”

He pulled her to a stop in a large open area with several bales of hay stacked up on one side. Lining the walls were saddles, bridles, and all kinds of other horse paraphernalia she’d never seen before. Janelle watched as Aaron easily pulled down a bale of hay and sat. Once settled, he wrapped a long arm around her waist and brought her in close to stand between his long outstretched legs.

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Wicked Wanton Wednesday is on Santa's Naughty List

Welcome to my naughty holiday blog.  This month I will be featuring authors from the brand spanking new Blushing Books release; The Naughty List.



 

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To help celebrate the release and in the giving spirit of the holidays, I will be giving away a free copy each Wednesday in December.  To enter the giveaway, all you have to do is leave a comment about today's sexy excerpt.  
 
Today our featured author is Maren Smith with a sexy excerpt from Something Has to Give. 

Freshly divorced and newly-discharged from the military.  Quint Rydecker comes home for the first time since his wife left him, expecting to find his house empty and quiet.  Then he meets Elsie Redding.

Elsie Redding thinks she's found a place to call her own - an old abandoned farmhouse in the middle of the Utah desert - where she might finally evade the debts and hard times haunting her.  The she meets Quint Rydecker.

Now, like soldiers on opposing fields, Quint and Elsie wage war with that old farmhouse as the only prize.  Both are determined to get rid of the other before winter closes in and they find themselves unwillingly stranded together.  There are just two problems: no matter how much she tries, Elsie can't seem to harden herself against the guilt of taking the handsome solider's family home; and no matter how much he tries, the longer they're together, the harder it is for Quint to resist the lovely, kissable and all-too spankable Elsie Redding's charms.


Enjoy an excerpt from Something Has To Give:

Quint awoke with the light of the rising sun glaring through a crack in the window curtain and falling directly across his face. Right away he knew he had two major problems: the first, Elsie was making a full-frontal assault on his side of the bed. Sometime during the night, he had taken back the pillow, and she had retaliated in true female fashion by turning him into a pillow instead. Her cheek was plastered to his chest. Her arm lay heavy across his stomach and she had one leg thrown indifferently across both of his. Flyaway wisps of tangled brown curls were tickling his shoulder, neck and one side of his face. She was snoring. Soft little in-drags of breath that puffed out again, spreading sleepy warmth across his pecs and down his ribs, adding merciless fuel to the fire of his second problem—he had morning wood the likes of which no military man wanted to wake up with while living in a barracks-full of men. Like, ever.

Except that Quint wasn’t in a barracks-full of men right now. It was worse than that; he was waking up in bed with Elsie—his mortal enemy (well, maybe that was a bit overly dramatic) and the first woman he’d been to bed with since his last leave with Maydeen. What had that been…three years ago? Oh no, a full-on morning erection was the last thing he wanted to have to explain right now.

He had to get out of this bed before he did something completely insane—like roll Elsie over, rip those pesky jeans off her for the second time in less than twelve hours and, in a long, slow thrust (a motion he was certain would be the single most satisfying movement his body ever made), bury his cock all the way up inside her. He could already feel the mind-blowing heat emanating from her hot little core, like a brand searing its beckoning heat right into his hip.

Elsie softly snored again.

He had to get out from under her. Right now. Before he forgot how much he didn’t like the thieving little wench and made love to her instead.

He tried to move, but she stopped snoring and he froze, praying like hell she wouldn’t wake up. No such luck. She scrunched, hugging her arm in, drawing her leg up his body until her thigh was stroking right up the underside of his cock, pressing it hot against his belly with the bulbous crown peeking out at him from under the elastic waistband of his underwear. When she pulled in a sleepy sigh, her hand coming up to rub at her eyes, Quint completely panicked.

He erupted out of bed, throwing both her and the blankets back onto her side of the mattress and leaping over the protesting top of both in his mad-dash to the bathroom.

“Hey!” she mumbled, thrashing to find her way out from under the blankets.

Quint slammed the bathroom door and threw the lock.

“Jackass!” she barked after him.

Quint didn’t care. He leaned both hands on the edge of the sink and concentrated on breathing. Let her go ahead and think he’d awakened angry. She should be afraid he was angry. Hell, he ought to be angry, not sporting the love-log of all erections!

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Maddie's Intimate Authors Corner:

MT:  Each month I ask my guest authors a personal question, in hopes of drawing them out and giving you a tidbit of information and insight into who they really are, beyond their characters.


Decembers question is related to Santa's list. 

Maren, your name is on the naughty list this year, tell us what you did to disappoint Santa and what the consequences were...

Maren:  Some people already know because SOMEONE (Ana) let it slip that I've racked up 31 demerits at home. What for, I'm being asked now. It's a long story.

I don't talk about it, but I had minor surgery at the end of September. Nothing serious, just had to be done. On the way home, we got into a fender bender (no, I wasn't driving), but it put me back in the hospital and when I finally did make it home from the surgery I was told in no uncertain terms both by the Hubby and the doctor that I was to rest. That's it, just rest. No problem, I said. There wasn't a force on earth that could drag me out of bed, and if I did get dragged out of bed, I certainly wasn't leaving the house. Two days later, my sister in New York called. One of those family phone calls where you drop everything and you just go. So that's what I did.

I waited until Hubby came home, I didn't ask permission, I just told him I would be leaving the next morning. He didn't try to stop me. Never said a word, in fact. He listened until I was done and then he walked into the living room, retrieved the white board, and took it back into the bedroom and hung it on the wall. He wrote demerit across the top and then put two lines underneath.

"Your dad's doing all the driving," he told me.

"Once we get there, Dad's driving the U-haul back and I'm driving his car," I replied.

Another demerit went up on the board.

Hubby then kissed me and said, "Be careful and be safe. In sixty days when you're healed, there's going to be a reckoning and those three right there--" He circled the demerits on the white board. "--are going to be the worst for you to bear."

December 1st was the 60 day mark and we took 2 demerits off the board. I'm not going to say it was fun, but by my estimation, by the time Christmas rolls around I'm going to be back off the naughty list and once more safely ensconced on both Santa's and Dear Hubby's good girl one.

Next week will feature Renee Rose and "Saved" from The Naughty List.  So y'all come back.  Hey!  I can say that, I'm from the south. 

 

Next week

Torrid Tantalizing Tuesday with Bella Bryce

Today, on this special Tuesday blog, we dial back the Torrid and focus on the Tantalizing by bringing you some good old fashioned discipline.  See...  Ricky had it right!



My guest author today is Bella Bryce, who begins a two part series featuring her Waldorf Manor Series.  Bella is a writer of clean Age Play and traditional Domestic Discipline.  Her style is a bit different than others in the genre, but as she says her heroines will always get their comeuppance.   

 

 

The Waldorf Manor Series begins with The Solicitation:

 

Brayden James was raised in an extremely disciplined and formal household in modern-day England, on a private estate in the countryside. Having been left Waldorf Manor in his parents' Will, Brayden resides amongst only his live-in domestic staff. That is, until he publishes a solicitation online searching for the right young woman to live platonically under his authority in a very structured environment. The story begins from the morning of the interviews where seventeen young ladies have been brought to Waldorf Manor for Brayden to see face to face and discern who, if any of them, will be the right match.

Brayden's choice proves to be more than just a way to feed his love of formal living and discipline when it becomes obvious his new charge desperately needs more than that. Not in any way against his expectations, Brayden finds she isn't accustomed to living in such a formal and privileged environment and soon finds that she needs more than just a disciplinarian - she needs a father. He also finds her ability to function as someone living in his household to be a lot younger than her chronological age, and mandates she will be viewed entirely as a ten year old until he feels she can adjust properly. Brayden wastes no time in legally adopting the 'eighteen year old'.

The Solicitation follows Brayden as he very rigidly raises his new family member to embrace a formal lifestyle and all that goes along with it. His corrective measures are always firm but never cruel. A gentleman through and through, Brayden will show his new little miss what it's like to be raised by someone who both loves and listens, but also disciplines quickly and deliberately all the while providing a lifestyle Brayden has always desired and she more than needs.
 

 

Enjoy an excerpt from The Solicitation:

“You will learn piano because I want you to and I don’t wish to hear otherwise,” he said, looking down at Alice seriously.  

“But you can’t force me,” Alice said, beginning to feel rather agitated.

“I am your father and you will learn whatever instrument I tell you to learn."  Alice scowled, narrowing her eyes at Brayden.  She didn’t like being told such things, despite having consented to the relationship and all that goes with it – she did not like it one bit. 

“Don’t you dare look at me in such a way.  Stop glaring this moment,” he said, pointing at her.  

“I shan’t until you listen to me,” Alice replied.  

Brayden’s eyes widened and he took Alice by her ear and walked her to the nearby sofa and then turned her to face him. 

 “Clearly you haven’t taken in the trips across my knee properly thus far, considering you so blatantly answered me back, disobeyed me and have now just raised your voice in open defiance.  You shan’t until I listen to you?!” Brayden asked, repeating her comment.  He looked at her for a moment and then began unbuckling his belt.  

“NO, don’t! Brayden, please,” Alice begged, as she observed him calmly removing his leather belt from his flawlessly pressed suit trousers. 

“Brayden?” he asked, surprised and impressed that she was so blatantly use his name when he had specifically told her never to do so.  “You know exactly who I am, young lady, now refer to me properly.”  

“I won’t call you ‘father’, it’s silly!” she exclaimed.  

“Silly,” he repeated, as if considering the word.  “It’s silly, is it?” he asked.  “It’s just so silly that an eighteen-year-old girl should be taken in by someone just ten years older than her, to be loved and raised properly, and that she should refer to him as the figure in her life that he has become.  It’s silly,” he reiterated.  

Alice could tell that she had deeply offended Brayden; not only was he disappointed but he was hurt by the rejection Alice had blatantly showed toward his role.  Alice had never intended to cross Brayden and she certainly thought that two spankings in one day would be the most she ever experienced, but found that living at Waldorf Manor was a curve so sharp that constant correction seemed unavoidable.  

“You are going over the arm of that sofa and you will feel my belt across your backside for your utter insensitivity.  Perhaps you will consider just how silly your father is then,” Brayden said, and calmly placed Alice over the rolled arm of the large sofa.  He lifted her pinafore and pulled her knickers down for the third time that day.

“The only thing I want to hear from you for the next five minutes is sobbing,” were Brayden’s last words before he used moderate force on all fifteen strokes of his belt.  Alice didn’t move or argue or whine.  She did exactly as she had been told and sobbed throughout.  

“Do you think your father is silly now?” Brayden asked, after he had finished replacing his belt and looked down at Alice who remained in position over the arm of the sofa.  

“No, Sir. You’re not silly, father,” Alice said, as thick, gaping breaths escaped between her sobs.  Her face was still buried in the sofa.  

“Good.  I certainly never thought it was,” he said, abruptly.

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Maddie's Intimate Authors Corner:

Each month I ask my guest authors a personal question, in hopes of drawing them out and giving you a tidbit of information and insight into who they really are, beyond their characters.

Decembers question is related to Santa's list. 

I asked Bella, your name is on the naughty list this year, tell us what you did to disappoint Santa and what the consequences were...   

Bella:  I will be very very honest - the one thing I know I was naughty for was repeatedly losing my temper a lot this year, shouting at my husband and speaking over the top of him.  We’re 26 and 28 and still learning the ropes of DD so it’s not been very easy, but I’ve sometimes made it more difficult by taking the reins right back intentionally when I get impatient.  A damn good thrashing should sort me out.

MT:  Get Hubby right on that Bella.  There's no time like the present for a good thrashing and, who knows?  It may just inspire more tantalizing spanking scenes for upcoming books!  I'm all in favor of getting your inspiration where you find it, even if it's over a lap, bench or the end of a sofa. 

Learn more about Bella Bryce at her website:
http://authorbellabryce.weebly.com/


Thanks for joining me today, Bella.  I look forward to next Tuesday and part 2 of the Waldorf Series which will feature Bella's newest release, The Shortlist.

Tomorrow, Maren Smith joins me for Wicked Wanton Wednesday with her contribution to The Naughty List.  Remember to drop by for some holiday spanking fun.

The Naughty List on #SatSpanks and #SnippetSunday

Everything Christmas

&

The Naughty List



Patty Devlin, Dinah McLeod, Renee Rose, Maren Smith and myself, Maddie Taylor have teamed up to bring you The Naughty List.  Five brand spanking new novellas, all filled with sexy hunks, sassy heroines and plenty of holiday spankings and cheer.  I hope you'll enjoy a little sneak peak from my contribution:

"Everything Christmas"

New in town, Merry has been so busy with opening her new store, that she hasn't really had time to unpack! She always seems to be in a rush and accidents seem to follow her around like sleigh bells at Christmas. Her new neighbor, the hunky tall guy in a cop's uniform, is definitely drool-worthy, but he always seems to be cross with her about something, and  he even issued her three tickets!  All in the same day!  So no one is more surprised than Merry when he rushes to rescue her from what could have been a nasty situation.

Reese has had his heart broken before, and he's not eager to go through that again, so he intentionally dates a string of women that are definitely NOT his type.  Unfortunately, the cute little red-head across the street is exactly what he would look for in a woman - if he were looking.  He tries to keep her at arm's length by being intentionally rude, but if ever a woman needed a protector more, he'd yet to meet her.  Seriously, he wondered how she'd made it this far already!

In this week's snippet, Merry moves in:

  As she sat in a fog, completely depleted of energy, she debated whether to get up and go, or just pass out.  She’d just opted in favor of passing out, when a movement in the window caught her attention.  Across the street was a man dressed only in running shorts and shoes, stretching his legs against a tree.  Her eyes traveled over his tight, toned muscular body with pleasure as he bent down to pick up a water bottle, his shorts pulled snugly against his tight rear and her breath caught in her throat. 

He began stretching his back muscles, twisting at the waist until he was looking directly at her condo.  Their eyes met from across the street and she suddenly realized that she was pressed against her front window gawking at him.   He smiled and gave her a quick nod before walking up the drive and entering the house directly across from her.  Holy Moly!  The Adonis was her neighbor. 

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Wicked Wanton Wednesday with Emily Tilton

This is a week for giving thanks and counting our blessings.  Is it naughty of me to be thankful for a double dose of Emily Tilton's wicked wanton ways?  She has provided two steamy excerpts...  One is hot, the other is off the charts naughty and will baste your turkey for you.  LOL 

 

Emily gave me a choice of excerpts...
I chose BOTH!   Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

Warning:  This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMf (no sex among the Ms), anal, spanking, watersports. It's intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.

 

 

Blurb:

Edmund’s bride-saddle, which had never been used before, had no built-in fascinus, and so I was spared at least the menacing sight of the upthrust deity, though I was to learn not many days later that the cover of the saddle could easily be changed to reveal the ring into which would be set any of a number of fittings, and I was to learn also that a recent revolution in the manufacture of bride-saddles had brought it about that these rings were now standardized in such way that girls could be required to bring their own fascini to any occasion, and then forced to fit them to the house’s saddle themselves, and mount. 

 

In the 29th book of Explorations, Victorian Emily's ultimate defloration occurs atop her husband's bride-saddle, while fantasy-Emily continues her shameful service to her husband's junior colleagues.

Excerpt #1:  The Appetizer

 

I turned, away from the saddle, to Edmund, apprehensive. “Sir, what am I to do?”

He smiled, “Mount, my dear.”

I blushed, and trembled a bit. “What will happen then?”

He took my hands in his. “You will learn to ride.”

I covered my real confusion with a feigned one. “But, Sir, I already know how to ride.”

Now he put his left arm around my shoulders, and turned me towards the bride-saddle, and reached his right hand down to my loins and gently touched me so that I shivered and sighed a little.

“But you do not know how it is a girl may ride and be ridden at once.” His fingers became more insistent. “Tell me, Emily—what did it feel like to be over the discipline horse in the solarium?”

“Hmmm. . . ah. . . . Edmund. . . don’t. . .”

“I know the pleasure outweighed the pain.”

“Ahhh. . . but, Sir, you didn’t hear me scream. . .”

“How I wish I had, now—but you’re not denying my words, are you?”

“No, I’m not.” I surrendered to his fingers, and bent my knees.

“Mount, my dear, and I promise my rod will be gentler than your governess’.”

I was practically delirious now with the idea of it; it seemed to me I had always known that this was what that lewd part of me was for, to yield up to a hero that secret place that I had plagued so with fingers and all manner of little things when I was young, that since that day at Elmhurst I had tried never to think of, or touch, until the afternoon at Smith’s when all had been changed. It was for Edmund, and he would use it, enjoy it. And it would hurt, as it should, to punish me for my impertinence, for my hesitation to please him. But, oh, to have it, him, his. . . yard in there. . .

 

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Bonus Excerpt:  Caution Maximum Naughtiness follows...

 

I was thinking again, which was something Perry clearly didn't like. His right hand lashed out, and the lash found my bottom, and I cried out.

"Whoa," said Sam.

"Big guy," said Perry, "you have a lot to learn about how to treat a woman like this. Put your hand down there and feel that little cunt."

"No, please. . ." I said, and shrieked as I was struck again.

Incredulous, Sam stooped down, and I felt his huge fingers, and I moaned, uncontrollably.

"What did I tell you?" asked Perry.

"Let me feel that," said Joe, and he stooped behind me, and forced his hand painfully between my thighs, bound by the red lace panties. He chuckled. "She's like some kind of gusher down there."

"Look at her blush, now," Perry said. "That's the funny thing--she still thinks there's something to be embarrassed about--like we don't know that she's a little whore who gets it in the ass every night from her sugar-daddy husband."

Now the fear and the arousal mingled, as Perry played my submissive nature like a violin. He knew his role--indeed, he was better at it even than Charles. Between Perry and Sam I was going to have a hard time, I thought, keeping from utterly shaming myself on the video that was being made even as I put my lips forward and kissed the cock of my new Master, Perry, never ceasing to loathe and fear him.

 

Maddie's Intimate
Authors Corner:

 

MT:  Emily, where do you get your ideas for the very naughty sex erotic scenes?  Do tell all...

Emily:  It's hard to believe that I'm actually embarrassed by my answer, but they come almost purely from fantasies I have while masturbating, which are in turn elaborations of things I've read. As I read other people's erotica, I'm constantly saying to myself, "Yes, oh, yes, but wouldn't it be hotter if. . ." and then eventually I write my own version.

Thanks so much for joining me and Emily today for this pre-Thanksgiving treat.  We'll return next week with Maren Smith and her contribution to The Naughty List;  Something Has to Give.  I'll also have a special edition on Tuesday featuring new author a good friend, Bella Bryce who will do a 2-part post on her Waldorf Manor Series.

 

#SatSpanks Go West

Another old west #SatSpanks

Save a horse, ride a cowboy.  Yeehaa! 

 

Marshall's Law is 99.9% complete so I'm hoping to have some information about it's release soon.  Stay tuned.  In the meantime, we have SatSpanks for sneak peaks and snippets, thank goodness. 

The Blurb:

While traveling along the interstate, Janelle Prescott hydroplanes suddenly and her car widely careens toward the steep bank past the shoulder.  She's thrown from the car and wakes up in 1878.  The only good thing from this bizarre event is that she meets the very sexy, dominant Marshall Aaron Jackson.  They butt heads of course (emotional angst and all that) and he winds up marrying her to save her.  He is her hero until he decides to exercise his authority to keep her safe.  This modern woman has to learn a lot to adjust to life in the Old West,  including no A/C, no Coca-Cola, and no cell phones.  Yikes!

But the biggest adjustment she must make is getting used to Aaron's old fashioned rules and his old west form of discipline.   

If you know my books, there is a rift that must be mended, a villain that must be conquered, a love that must be nurtured, and a butt that must be busted.  

This week, Janelle finds herself over Aaron's lap for a good old-fashioned OTK.  

Enjoy a snippet from Marshall's Law:

“This is not going to happen, Marshall, I’m a grown woman and far too old for a spanking.”      

 
Janelle kicked, wiggled, and squirmed until she suddenly felt her perspective change as she was flipped over onto her stomach to dangle upside down over his knee.

“No!  Aaron, you can’t do this.”  Her heart was racing and skipped a beat as his hand slid over her bottom. Grasping her hip, he pulled her in closer and secured her with a strong arm at her waist. 

“I think you know that I can,” was his crisp response.  He proved his claim by pulling up her skirts and flipping them onto her back. She was left with only the thin layer of her drawers as protection.

 

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