Today is F on the A-Z Challenge. Of Course, I Chose the the F-dash-dash-dash Word!

"Oooh fuuudge!" said Ralphie.

Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] Only I didn't say "Fudge." I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the "F-dash-dash-dash" word!

Mr. Parker: [stunned] *What* did you say?

Ralphie: Uh, um...

Mr. Parker: That's... what I thought you said. Get in the car. Go on!

Ralphie as Adult: [narrating] It was all over - I was dead. What would it be? The guillotine? Hanging? The chair? The rack? The Chinese water torture? Hmmph. Mere child's play compared to what surely awaited me.

Who doesn't recognize this quote from the American comedy and holiday classic, A Christmas Story (1983)?  Now, I have been known to type the F-dash-dash-dash word frequently in my novels, particularly in my Club Decadence series because frankly, men use the word.  I have a husband and two sons, they use the word then look at me wide eyed and say, "Oops, sorry, honey"  or "Sorry, Mom."  I don't say it myself, except maybe in repeating a joke or reading a line out loud from one of my books, and find it vulgar when women lace their speech with it, in particular.  A double standard, maybe, call me a bit old-fashioned, okay, I'll accept that, but you'll see a common them of my Heroes taking their women to tasks for doing so, some more than others.

I thought to look at this multi-faceted word that has earned the universal nickname of the F-word a bit more in depth.   

According to Dictionary.com the word fuck can be traced back to 1495-1505 to the Middle Dutch fokken which means to thrust or copulate.   And was used in the Swedish dialect focka which means to copulate, strike, push, and fock which means penis.   

Usage has evolved, expanded and some would say perfected (LOL) over the centuries in many, many ways. 

1.  As a noun indicating disbelief or confusion.  Ex:  WTF!    
2.  Again as a noun to identify a unintelligent person.  Ex:  What a dumb fuck!
3.  As a verb, the most popular use in our genre.  Ex: "I'm gonna fuck you, now."
4.  Again as a verb, meaning being in dire straits or being screwed over.  Ex:  "I'm so fucked."  
5.  As an interjection (my personal fav) to express disgust or surprise.  Ex:  "Fuck!"  or  Ex:  "Fuck!  Will you look at that."
6.  Or as an adverb, to make a command more intense.  "I suggest you get your fucking ass over here before you earn more."

And that's just a few.  It can be used as an idiom, ex: "I don't give a fuck."  Or in familiar verb phrases, ex:  fuck up, fuck off, or fuck around.  Then there are countless slang terms: fuck buddy, fuckable, fuck factor, etc.

I could really go on and on, but you get my point.  <giggle>  This was fun and made me feel naughty.  

Here's an excerpt from my very first novel, Captain My Captain, to illustrate the use of the word (as if you didn't know) and my use of the double standard.  So sue me and strip me of my NOW and feminist card.  Cap is hot and that's all that matters to me.  Enjoy!

Captain My Captain

Club Decadence, Book 1

“Fuck, Megan.  Don’t you think it would have been a good idea to tell someone all of this?  Like T, Rick, or me?”  Tony’s voice rose steadily as he made that statement.

Megan was hurt and embarrassed by his tone as he made her look like a ditzy blonde in front of everyone.  

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t put it all together until just now.  The last few days have been a little stressful.  Besides, I’m not a security expert, or a Green Beret, or a cop, you know?  I make coffee and cake for a living and this shit is seriously fucked up!”  Too add to her mortification, tears pooled up and began running down her flushed cheeks.  Now she really looked like a ditzy blonde.

T came to her rescue and in a soothing voice reassured her. “It’s okay, Megan, no one expects you to be a cop.” He turned to glare at his boss and former commanding officer. 

Several of the others pulled disapproving faces and turned them on their leader, as well.  

With a heavy sigh, Tony waved Dex out of his seat and sat next to Megan, taking her hand back from T.  “I didn’t mean to snap at you, Angel.  But you have to tell me about anything unusual, okay?”

“Okay.”  She sniffled and wiped the tears with the back of her free hand.  Dex passed her a Kleenex and she gave him a small smile of thanks.

Tony’s warm hand squeezed her fingers gently.  “Now tell us all about Creepy Guy.”

“Damn straight,” Rick interjected with an angry look on his face.  

“I want to find out what that bastard was doing in my house.”

After Megan gave a description and the details about all of her encounters with him, Tony assigned Rick to review the surveillance videos from the shop to see if they could get an ID on him using their facial recognition data bank.  One of the FBI agents said if that failed, he would arrange for a sketch artist to meet with Megan later to try to get a composite drawing made up. 

Tony gave additional assignments to the team as they discussed with the FBI agents the best use of the information and handed over the flash drive to them for further analysis and fingerprinting.  About an hour later, the agents departed, leaving Megan with Tony and his team.

Amazon only cover to get Captain
out of the dungeon :(

The conversation then turned to her protection.  Decisions were made to move Megan to Tony’s house since he had the best security and because he had no intention of letting her sleep anywhere but in his bed every night from now on anyway.  This he freely shared with his team, much to her chagrin. 

Rick was put in charge of a security schedule so that they would have at least two men on her at all times.  Megan balked at this, but her protests were shot down and ignored quickly by all the men.  Sean curtly made the comment to Tony that he needed to take a firmer hand with her.  Dex agreed, even offering to let Cap borrow the paddle he conveniently kept in his desk drawer, “for just these types of situations.”

Megan almost swallowed her tongue as she looked at the room full of men, all nodding in agreement.  They apparently thought that Tony taking her over his knee for a spanking made good sense.  She was shocked and turned her gaze first to Rick, then to Tony.  Both men chuckled as they looked at her bright red face.   

Tony laid his hand against Megan’s back before explaining.  

“Allow me to introduce you to two of the toughest Doms in San Antonio, Angel.  Masters Sean and Dex are the managing partners of one of the best BDSM clubs in the southwest.”

“You’re kidding right?” she stammered.

Dex ignored her question and added, “Have you told her that all of us have shares in The Club, Cap?  You know how Sean and I feel about transparency with subs in committed relationships.”  He winked at Megan. “It eliminates a lot of misunderstandings down the road.”

Holy Shit! Her man and his friends owned a sex club? She didn’t know what to say to that and just sat there with her mouth open. She wasn’t really surprised that all of Tony’s men were Doms, but to own a club for that purpose.  Images of a dungeon with whips and chains and bondage equipment popped into her head and she forgot how to breath.  It was right out of one of her naughty books. 

Tony took a finger and placing it under her chin, gently closed her gaping mouth. 

“We’ll talk more about this later.  For now,” he turned to the group, “if everyone’s clear on their assignments, let’s find this bastard and shut down this nasty business.”

Megan dropped her head into her hands and said in a soft, shaky voice, “I’m in the fucking Twilight Zone.”

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D is for Dex, the Whip Master on the A-Z Challenge

At first, I thought D for Decadence, but that was too easy.  

So I present Master Dexter Russell, the Master Dom of Club Decadence.  He's a cool customer, not easily shaken unless you're his runaway slave and wayward fiancee, Elena Lopez.  

In this scene, Elena has earned a punishment.  One she has begged for in hopes of earning her Master's true forgiveness, as well as his whip, praying it will also assuage the deep-seeded guilt she feels for leaving him so cruelly.  In an email, of all things, while he was deployed in Afghanistan, of all places.  

Theirs is a tumultuous reunion.

I hope you'll enjoy this scene from Little Light of Mine; Club Decadence Book 3

He groaned in frustration and dropped his forehead to hers, murmuring an apology. “My sweet, beautiful Elena. We both know I behaved like an ass that night. I have apologized for my behavior, for treating you like a stranger. I said so many idiotic things—” He stopped suddenly and swallowed. She knew he had beaten himself up many times over that scene, but the words were emblazoned on her heart. “I’ll find a way to make it up to you, my
love. Name it and I promise to give it to you.”

“Whip me, Master.”

“I plan to, my slave.”

“With your single tail.”

“Dammit.” Dex strode away and faced the cubby where he had stored his toy bag. After several long minutes, he opened it and removed a leather paddle. He returned to her and with the
handle, raised her chin until she met his eyes directly. “I promised and will agree to give you the whipping you want and deserve. However, it will at my discretion and at a time I select, not you.
You’ve earned another ten swats for manipulation, slave. I love you with every fiber of my being, Elena, but I will not allow you to play me or top from the bottom. Understood?”

“Most definitely, Master, I won’t play this game again. I will just tell you what I want in the future and let you decide what is best for me, for us.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss against her forehead. “I’m going to punish you now. You have earned thirty swats with the paddle. Spread your legs and bend forward.”

Elena immediately complied.  When she was in position she felt Dex connect her wrist restraints to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Kneeling behind her, he efficiently attached her
ankle cuffs and secured them to the bolts in the floor. This forced her to maintain her bent forward position and presented her bare bottom beautifully for the paddle. She felt terribly off
balance and was afraid if he swatted her now she would pitch forward.

She trusted him to take care of her so she was not at all surprised when Dex, the Master of all the Doms of Club Decadence solved her little problem by installing another device to support her. It was a metal pole with a curved padded triangular top like a bicycle seat. He locked it into a recessed slot in the floor then moved her forward so that her pelvis rested right up against the padded top.

He stood and walked behind her, patting her hip. “You didn’t think I’d leave you in such a vulnerable position, did you, slave?”

“I wondered about it for a moment, but never thought you would risk my safety. Not for a moment, Master.”

Dex shortened the chain until her restrained hands were pulled upward behind her, not enough for discomfort, only enough to remind her that she was totally at the mercy of her Master
and his paddle.


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E is for Erotic Pain on the A-Z challenge

Doing double blog duty today with both SatSpanks and the A-Z challenge.  As such, forgive my little overage to the 8 line rule, as I needed to make my point for both.  Onward...

Today, E is for Erotic pain.

The threshold for erotic pain can range from those who like a few swats at the height of pleasure, to those who need pain to "get off", often referred to as masochists, or "pain sluts". 

This phenomena has been researched extensively and wrongfully called deviant for centuries.  Despite the aberrant label, it is still pursued.  Why?  Let's look a bit at the science behind the pursuit of both pleasure and pain.  (Don't let your eyes glaze over, I swear its broken down to 5th grade newspaper level, and its short and sweet.)

Freud explained this in his pleasure-pain principle.  Ordinarily, we actively seek pleasure and strive diligently to avoid pain.  But what happens when pleasure and pain happen concurrently?   Nipple clamps with a little tongue-on-clit stimulation, for example.  Or, a few swats interspersed with delicious rubbing and touching between the thighs.  Mmmm.....

Um, wait.  Where was I?

Oh, yes, the basics.  LOL   

Basically, when we experience pain, our body chemistry gets involved and tries to ease or diminish the pain response, sometimes tricking us that it's not real.  That's because in times of stress and pain, or in response to pleasure, our body secretes endorphins which stimulate certain pleasure centers and receptors in the brain.  In regard to pain, the opiate receptors wake up and move to block the pain by producing our body's natural morphine. 

What happens then?  Euphoria!  Everyone experiences it differently, some with a mind-melting feeling of floating, others a pleasant tingling and warmth, still others a bliss so exhilarating they feel invincible.  Another thing happens, sex hormones are secreted, (imagine that) and we get aroused, or we get more aroused if we are already there.  Then, if we're lucky, with prolonged stimulation, subspace can happen which for a submissive, a bottom, or a spankee, is akin to the high runners get when they push their body's past the point of pain where they are flooded with natural morphine, the pain disappears and its as if they can run forever.  

This is also why we want more of this pleasurable experience and push ourselves farther, to seek out those wonderful sensations over and over and over again.   Whether a runner's high, great sex, an erotic spanking or erotic pain.  

A double edged sword to those who crave it because whether with running, spanking or BDSM play, it could lead to asking for more and more, to the point of injury that the runner, spankee or sub doesn't even notice until they come down from the high later.

That's where a good trainer, a good top, and caring HoH or a wonderful Dom, like those you'll find at Club Decadence, are essential.

Here's a little snippet to mildly illustrate my point (or as much as I can in the limited space).  From my new release:

Second Time Lucky

Club Decadence, Book 5

“I believe you’re enjoying our little basement dungeon.”

“This nice, quiet, dark corner helped, I think. Thank you.”

“I aim to please, as always.”

He winked at her as he tightened the rubber band on the clamp, intently observing her reaction. Just shy of the point of real pain, he stopped and moved to the other breast somehow knowing when enough was enough. Once he’d suckled the rosy bud into a taut achy point, he applied the second clamp.

After admiring his handy work a moment and tugging on the chain once or twice, which always made her squirm, he leaned in again and kissed her, his tongue delving deep, swirling and tasting. When he raised his head, he replaced his mouth with the nipple chain. “Hold this and don’t let go.”

As she closed her teeth around it, she felt the delicious tension the pull of the chain placed on her pinched nipples. Unable to help herself, she lifted her hips as far as she could, pressing the V of her thighs against the hard ridges of his muscled abdomen.

Sean stood, taking his warmth and weight away, leaving her to whimper in disappointment. Already, with a few touches, kisses and a little bite of erotic pain, she was aching for him to fill her, to drive inside and take her hard.

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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.

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C is for Crop on the A-Z Challenge

The crop.  

Not for the faint of heart or definitely not for newbies.  It is a triple threat for spanking enthusiasts and the BDSM inclined.  Here’s why:  

Intensity:  A versatile tool, under a skill hand it can range from mild playful swats to severe punishing strokes.  The sting is like nothing else.

Marks:  From lovely red marks the size and shape of the flapper, to more severe welts and bruises if the shaft comes into play.

Sound:  The whooshing sound as it cuts through the air can increase the intensity of a punishment by titillating the heart of a sadist and adding a psychological impact (fear, exhilaration, heart stopping anticipation) for both the top and the bottom.  Shh...  it ain't quiet, so be careful not to wake the neighbors.  <wink>

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In You Said Forever, Rick and Regan have been together for 10 years, neither are newbies or faint of heart.  Both have agreed to a D/s relationship, which includes discipline, which to some might seem severe at times, but to them is just right.  Here's a little punishment scene with the crop...

The crop landed with stinging accuracy on her ass and she yelped, startled at the first blow, even though she was fully anticipating it.  Swat after swat began falling slowly, methodically, one after another.  He used only the rectangular flap at the end, which created a stinging sensation as it made a loud slapping noise with each strike on her taut skin.  Of course, since this was punishment, Rick made sure to increase the intensity and by the sixth stroke the burning heat made it clear this was not a playful sensual spanking.

She kept an internal count and knew he stopped at twenty to reassess her skin condition.  He was a strict Dom but always cognizant of her safety.  An expert disciplinarian, in ten years he had never broken her skin and unfailingly made sure to provide the appropriate aftercare, applying lotion, oil or Arnica cream to prevent bruising and promote healing and she loved him for it.

A squeal escaped her lips when he applied a wicked slap to her upper thigh. “Got your attention back, did I?  Am I boring you, slave?”  He landed another burning swat against her sit spot. 

    Truly, Regan liked a good spanking, as 

much as the next sub, but she was no masochist. Those really hurt.  “No Master, I swear I was just thinking about how you always take such good care of my skin.”

“Mm, yes, your beautiful silky soft skin.  It’s exquisite.  Especially the soft, silky cheeks of your ass.  I love how it turns from white… to pink… to a deep rose when I spank you.  You’re a deep rose now, Regan.  You know I would much rather dole out orgasms than punishments, don’t you?”  He caressed her slit with the wicked crop and then slid the shaft of the crop between her wet lips.  The tantalizing caress made her arch her back and she leaned back into it as much as the restraints would allow.  “You get so wet from a spanking, even a harsh one.  I know that you always enjoy it, babe.  That’s why we’re perfect together.  We have matching kinks.”

 

“I do love it when you spank me, Master, but I prefer erotic ones over the punishments, too.”

Two more hard swats landed. “Then stop all this impulsive and secretive behavior, Regan.  It’s like you do these things to provoke me.”

“I don’t, I swear.  Please, not so hard.”

“This is punishment, it’s supposed to hurt.  No differently than all the other times in the past ten years.  It’s so you remember your lesson.”  Two more landed in the same place, one over the other on her left sit spot.

Hissing, she gritting her teeth to keep from cursing.  “Master, I’m really sorry.”

“I’m sure you are, Regan.”  Two landed on the opposite side. “You’re always sorry while in the middle of a spanking.”  The final two swats of the crop were applied firmly to each thigh.

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Time for a Quickie on WIP It Up Wednesday

Is there a better way to start the day then with your man out of uniform for a quickie?

I think not and I know Mara agrees.

Here's a fun little excerpt to prove my point from my new release: 

Second Time Lucky 

Club Decadence Book 5

  

“No fair! You can’t get me all revved up and leave me. It’s cruel and inhuman punishment, Sergeant, which is against the Geneva Convention or something.”

His body vibrated as he chuckled. “That’s for prisoners, baby. You are here of your own free will.” While he spoke, he pulled her up on her knees, ass high in the air. She felt his thumbs spread her pussy lips before his hot tongue seared a line of wet fire through her slit. Dropping down to lick over and around her clit, circling it once, his tongue dragged slowly upward, through the slickness of her lips, past her aching center and up to the tight hole which quivered in anticipation of his touch.

“Lucky!”

“Who said I was going to leave, anyway? I’ve got a few minutes for a quickie if you’re game.”

“Hell yes, I’m game. I’ve needed you to fuck me for hours, you old meanie. So even if it’s only a wham-bam-tide-my-pussy-over-for-now-ma’am, I’m on board.”

His hand came down with a loud crack. “Quit cursing like a sorry sailor, Mara.” She wasn’t able to speak, let alone swear in response as he drove his tongue into her sopping wet center, licking and lapping at her swollen flesh. One hand reached back and curled around his wrist, anchoring herself to him, needing to touch him.

When he sucked her clit between his lips and nibbled it with his teeth, a moan broke free. “I’m gonna come.”

“Wait.” His mouth was gone.

Standing at the bedside, he pulled off the uniform he had so meticulously donned moments before. It came off quickly, falling in a tangled mess on the floor as he stripped heedless of everything except his jacket. That was draped carefully over a nearby chair. Sean was behind her in seconds. Cock in hand, he swirled the head through her wetness then thrust inside. At the exquisite feel of his long slow glide, stretching and filling her full, she moaned.

On the next stroke, when he drew back, he pulled his cock all the way out and slid his thumb in its place. He did this only once, before his hardness was back, pumping steadily inside her. Pressure at her ass had her crying out as his thumb, wet from her pussy, slipped inside. As he rode her, he palmed the center of her ass while his broad thumb hooked inside her.

“Finger your clit.” His growl was more raspy than usual in his urgency. “I need you to come now, or I’ll be late.”

Getting no argument from her, her hand dove between her legs and she began to work fiercely, rubbing, rolling and tapping her swollen clit.

“That’s it,” he groaned, his fingers curling around her hip as he pulled her back to meet each thrust, “make yourself come all over my cock.”

Sean moved faster, his thumb sliding fully inside her narrow opening at the same time he thrust deep. That was it for her. Unable to withstand anymore, she exploded around him, her inner muscles rippling and clutching his hard flesh as he drove into her more vigorously until his own moan of satisfaction rent the air. He continued to thrust for another few moments, the glides slowing gradually, becoming less intense. When he pulled out, his thumb left her empty as well.

Mara slithered down until she lay flat on her belly, feeling boneless and limp, shivering deliciously as his tongue licked up her spine.

Against her ear, he murmured his regret. “Sorry, baby. I hate it, but I’ve gotta go.”

“I know. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be here, lingering in my sex coma, when you get home at six.”

Chuckling, he moved away, his hand trailing down her back and over her bare bottom.

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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.

B is for Birch Rod on the A-Z spanking challenge

A favorite of the Victorian disciplinarians, the birch rod isn't actually a rod at all, but a bundle of switches, stripped of twigs and leaves, then tied together.  Legal for judicial punishments in the UK until 1948, a heavy birch could bring considerable pain, welts and cuts but was considered a mild and degrading punishment.  

However, for domestic discipline and spanking romance, a lighter birching is more apropos. Delivered to a naughty bare behind, a light birch in a Head of Household, loving dominant, or Master's hand can deliver a memorable sting while leaving few marks.  

Here's a taste of the birch from Surrender Your Grace to illustrate my point...

Swish, swish, swish.  He landed another twenty lashes with the birch stopping when she had no more sassy remarks or comments.  Instead, he saw a remorseful and thoroughly punished young woman with reddened tear-filled eyes and a well-birched behind.  Afterwards, when she started to stand he corrected her.

“Uh, uh, uh, Cecilia.  I want you to stay bent over the bench with your punished backside on display while I work on some correspondence.  Then you shall come across my knee for the remainder.”

“You can’t be serious, Andrew.”

“Of course I can, and I am.  Spread your legs wider.”

“But my… uh, private areas will show and my knees are beginning to ache.”

“You may stand then,” he said as he made allowances for her discomfort and helped her to rise.  “But you will stand bent over the bench.  I will enjoy your spectacle every moment as I work.”  

His hand gently grazed her heated skin, the warmth rising as if from a crackling hot fire in the hearth.   He dipped his fingers between her thighs testing the moisture there and found she was sopping wet.  He played there for a bit, smiling.  Somehow chance had brought him a woman who matched his tastes exactly.   

“Spread wider, Cici.”  He took his foot and moved hers apart until the drawers that were stuck at her knees were stretched to the limit.   “Very good, now stay this way until I say you can move.  I’m going to catch up on my personal correspondence in the meantime.” 

So Cici stood, bent over the bench with her bright red, swollen and burning bum on display and what he imagined was a persistent and tantalizing tingling between her thighs.  After thirty minutes had passed and Andrew had gotten not an ounce of work accomplished, he decided to have mercy on her and himself.  

“You did quite well for your first birching.  Your skin is a becoming rosy red yet doesn’t have the slightest blemish, nor a single bruise or cut upon it.  It was a very mild punishment, after all.”

“I have to say, husband, your idea of mild contrasts greatly with my own.”

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A is for Aaron Jackson.  From Marshal's Law, Aaron is a bad ass, take no crap lawman who has his hands full protecting the innocent and upholding the law in this harsh, western frontier town.  He also has his hands full with Janelle Prescott who has suddenly landed in his lap, confused (so he thinks), using language no decent lady would dare use in company, if ever, and talking nonsense about being from the future.  Come with me to Laramie, Wyoming, 1878, for little glimpse into Janelle and Aaron's first meeting

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"This is likely to hurt, and I’m out of chloroform. I’ll have to use the ether.”

Ether? Chloroform? Dear God, had she heard him correctly? Was she dreaming, or trapped in some sort of old west delusion? It seemed very real to her, and she couldn’t just lie there meekly and do nothing.

“Are you freaking nuts? You can’t use ether! At the very least, you’ll blow us all to kingdom come with that shit. Not to mention, I’ll probably never wake up from it.” Her vision was finally starting to clear a bit, and she looked up into the face of a startled white-haired gentleman who she assumed was ‘Doc’. “Don’t you have some butterfly bandages or steri-strips? Just clean it up with some Betadine. Who the hell uses ether for a gash on the head, for crying out loud?”

“Marshal, I barely understand a word coming out of this poor child’s mouth. Except for the cuss words, that is. She must have taken quite a blow; she’s addled.”

“I am not addled, sir. I am a registered nurse and know what I’m saying. Give me a mirror, and I’ll do it myself.”

“But—”

My inspiration for Aaron.  Thanks, Joe!

“Give me a minute with her, will you, Doc?” The familiar deep voice captured Janelle’s attention, and she turned her head toward its source. Her jaw gaped in amazement, because looming over her, not an inch away, was the spitting image of Joe Manganiello, her favorite werewolf from her favorite show—True Blood. His dark hair and soulful brown eyes, along with the scruff of a dark beard, were the same as werewolf Joe’s from her sexy dreams. Only this man was taller, hotter, and a lot more muscular. He also appeared to be a heck of a lot angrier.

The doctor nodded, tucking a soft wad of linen into her hand. He quickly gave her instructions to hold pressure against the wound to slow the bleeding and then quietly left the room.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Joe’s lookalike walked closer to the table and stared down at her. “Let’s get some things straight, right now. You will do exactly what the doctor says; you will do it politely and will thank him when he is done. And if I hear another foul or disrespectful word out of your mouth, I will turn you over my knee and paddle your little butt until you can’t sit for a week. Is that understood?”

Stunned, her mouth gaped open in disbelief. Who did this guy think he was? Talk about a mood swing, sexy Marshal Joe had just flown out the window and been replaced by some jerk wad with a spanking fetish. “How dare you! You can’t talk to me that way and threaten to… to… spank me! That’s police brutality or harassment, or something. I read police novels and watch TV, you know.”

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