Welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop! I’ve got a little something from my latest book, which I just submitted to the publisher. This is a story set in the mid-1800s about a stagecoach driver and his troublesome passenger. She’s an unruly and disobedient young woman who ends up receiving his guidance in more than just the journey out west. Here’s a little snippet of their relationship. Enjoy!
“I hate you,” she said, and stomped her foot.
“No, you don’t,” he replied. He strode to the door. Before he walked outside, he half-turned and said casually, “I’m getting sore on you saying you hate me. Say it again, and I’ll turn you over my knee, bare your bottom, and give you a very hard spanking. I’ve warned you about lying.”
Callie flushed even more imagining Jude loosening her drawers and revealing her most intimate places to his eyes and touch. She couldn’t think of a smart retort, or even a dumb one, so she only stared at him. He seemed to know the effect his threat had on her because he gave her a knowing look and a devilish wink before he left the small room of the swing station.
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Jane Henry joins my blog today with an excerpt from her new release Claimed on the Frontier, a western spanking romance that has been soaring up the charts. I’ve read this book twice. It’s that good! If you love a fierce, dominant hero and a sweet but ornery heroine who receives well-deserved punishments, you’re not going to want to… Continue reading Claimed on the Frontier by Jane Henry
Today I’d like to share from my very first book, The Unbraiding of Anna Brown, about a hardened widower who awakens from grief when met by a sweet, headstrong young woman in need of some old-fashioned discipline. This scene is the aftermath of Carter finding Anna in the stall with his most dangerous stallion.
Leaning down, Carter kissed Anna on the forehead, which took her breath away almost as much as his next words.
“Stand up, Anna, and turn around.”
Her eyes widened. She stood slowly. He didn’t look angry anymore, but he was still holding the quirt. “Are you going to whip me?” she asked, her voice pitiful and far less brave than she would have liked.
“Yes, honey. Only twice, and not to punish you. It’s to communicate something very important, lest my leniency today gives you the wrong idea.”
She turned to face the wall. A few seconds later she felt the moderate sting of two smacks on her heavily clad bottom. She winced, but the strokes weren’t hard enough to make her cry out. Taking her arm, Carter guided her around to face him again.
“Think about that if you’re tempted to visit Tuck again. This is your first time doing something truly dangerous since you started working for me, so I don’t have it in me to be hard on you. However, I won’t hesitate to apply that whip thirty more times if you give me cause to fear for your safety again, and I’ll do it on your unfortunate bare bottom.”
About The Unbraiding of Anna Brown
Anna wanted a job but was unprepared for the emotional labor she would endure when she convinced Carter to hire her to keep house and mind his small son after the death of his wife. She discovers that the gentle, teasing demeanor she’d witnessed from the cowboy previously has been buried along with his wife, forcing her to contend with the glowering, ill-tempered man who snaps at her and doesn’t notice or appreciate her earnest efforts. She quietly suffers his apathy and impatience until a single snub pushes her to her breaking point, causing her to take drastic action to get his attention.
Carter didn’t expect such behavior from this sweet, innocent girl. It startles him out of his stupor long enough to feel his palm itching to connect with her naughty backside. He finds himself slowly drawn out of his grief and depression thanks to the gutsy, but kind female presence in his life.
Anna discovers that the return of the cowboy’s awareness and ability to care means he is on to her penchant for danger and recklessness, and he’s not having it. She finds herself getting the bare-bottomed spanking of her life, and feels loved by a man for the first time. Then he abruptly ends her employment. Anna flees, devastated and confused, and Carter knows he must straighten her—and the situation—out before he can claim the infuriating and enchanting woman as his wife.
Welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop, where you’ll find excerpts from authors’ books about corporal punishment as well as some erotic spanking. I’m choosing to share a snippet from my book Claimed by the Mountain Man. Jack had told Nettie to sharpen her knife on every third use, but she didn’t listen, resulting in her cutting her thumb. Jack is not someone you want to disobey.
She thought her injury might exempt her from punishment, but the exact opposite was true. He pulled her over his knee an hour later for the longest, hardest spanking she’d ever endured. Between swats he scolded her harshly, saying there was no doctor for miles around to help if she’d cut off her thumb. He bared her bottom and spanked her until she was sobbing, contrite, and vowing she would never disobey him again. Even when he finished spanking her, the punishment wasn’t over. He relegated her to a corner in the cabin, where she stood for some time with her smarting bare bottom on display. When she managed to stop crying, Jack ordered her over his lap again.
“No,” she wailed. “I can’t take anymore. I’ve learned my lesson, Trapper Jack!”
He pointed at his knee and gave her a stern look, so she obeyed as tears filled her eyes once again. Luckily, he didn’t spank her. Instead he used the time that she lay over his lap to rub her bottom and make sure she understood the reason for the punishment.
“You scared me, Nettie. I don’t make up rules for fun. They’re for practical reasons, and I expect you to take them seriously.”
“I’m sorry, Jack,” she said, hiccupping.
He continued to caress her. “You know I wouldn’t punish you for a mistake, right? Only for disobeying.”
She nodded. “Yes, I know.” He was very strict, but she knew he was fair too.
“Good girl.” After some more caressing, he gathered her into a hug on his lap, and she nearly fell asleep as he held her close and rubbed her back.
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When Dom and Heidi go camping, their D/s relationship is put to the test. How will their dynamic work while they’re on vacation? Meredith and Paolo heat up the pages in their summer romp in Florida, where sex and spankings are as plentiful as the sand under the boardwalk. Cass and Killian, the Alaskan couple who are always good for a laugh, agree to be filmed for Cass’s new show, but their relationship isn’t quite normal according to the average American viewer. Finally, newly married Anna and Carter simmer in silent misunderstanding until sparks fly, giving one of them a warmed bottom and both a renewed love for each other.
Hello, and welcome to my blog. It’s time for Saturday Spankings, and I’ve got another excerpt from my book Claimed by the Mountain Man. This is some “funishment” that took place after naughty Nettie tried to orgasm before Trapper Jack deemed it time. Enjoy!
She leaned back slowly, her heart fluttering wildly. Her bound wrists behind her back served to prop her lower body up and give him perfect access to her sex when her legs fell apart naturally.
“Greedy girls get punished here,” he said huskily, sliding his finger along her slit. He slapped her pussy, and she jumped. The feeling was intense—pain and pleasure warred for the strongest sensation. She both dreaded and longed for the next swat. He spanked her again lightly, and the impact of his hand against her cream made a distinctly wet slapping sound. The slaps increased in speed, not in force, but the ache built with every slap. She moaned and twisted, desperate for relief from the sweet torture. “Please,” she begged. “Please stop and fill me now.”
His hand settled and cupped her possessively. “Do you think you’ve learned your lesson?” he asked roughly.
“Yes,” she rasped and looked into his eyes, which were dark with lust.
He landed another smack. “I don’t know that you have. Four more.” The last four slaps were sharp and caused her to cry out. Just as her cries were dying, he turned her around and surged into her pussy from behind, bringing another cry from her lips, this time of sheer pleasure.
Hello! For those of you who missed it, my latest book, Claimed by the Mountain Man, was released this weekend by the fabulous team of people at Stormy Night Publications. This book was so fun to write. I normally can’t pinpoint the exact inspiration for writing a story. Usually it comes to me in pieces during a brainstorming session, but in the case of this book, the idea come to me quite suddenly. More about that later. First, here’s a little about the book.
About Claimed by the Mountain Man
Times are hard in Montana in the mid-1800s, and when Nettie finds herself impoverished, desperate, and alone after the death of her husband, she flees the town of Helena to escape the clutches of the local saloon owner. But living off the land quickly proves much more difficult than she’d hoped, and after days without food she resorts to stealing from Jack Abrams, a gruff mountain man and trapper who lives a secluded, uncomplicated life in the woods.
Jack doesn’t take kindly to being stolen from and when he catches her red-handed, Nettie ends up lying naked over his knee for a long, hard spanking. To her surprise, however, after her punishment Jack offers her food and shelter in return for cooking, cleaning, and doing as she is told. But Nettie is determined to never rely on a man again, and with a belly full of food and renewed determination, she abandons him to take another shot at living in the woods on her own.
Jack knows the headstrong girl won’t survive without his help, especially when she chooses a grizzly’s winter cave as her shelter, and he can’t stand by and idly watch her demise. When his irritation with her foolish pride boils over, he decides it is time to show her how thoroughly a man can dominate a woman silly enough to venture into the woods alone. Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man?
Publisher’s Note: Claimed by the Mountain Man is an erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
My Inspiration
All right, so I promised I’d share my inspiration for this story. Don’t laugh. It came to me while listening to a Dolly Parton song called Joshua. Some of the lyrics are as follows:
Well a good ways down the railroad track There was this little old rundown shack And in it lived a man I’d never seen Folks said he was a mean and a vicious man And you better not set foot on his land I didn’t think nobody could be that mean So I took me out walking down the railroad track I was a-gonna go down to that little old shack And just find out if all them things I’d heard was true
There was a big black dog laying out in the yard And it growled at me and I swallowed hard And I heard somebody say ‘well who are you?’ Oh and there he stood in the door of that shack His beard and his hair was long and black And he was the biggest man I’d ever seen
Joshua Joshua Whatcha doing living here all alone? Joshua Joshua Ain’t you got nobody to call your own?
Dolly doesn’t expound on why Joshua is living alone or why people think he’s mean, so I got to thinking: What kind of man would choose to live a secluded life? What had people done to him that made him want to avoid them?
A backstory for my hero, Trapper Jack, formed in my mind, and he became very real to me. Jack had been to war and suffered trauma, witnessed cruelty, and came home to his wife being dead and buried before he could tell her what she meant to him. He is damaged, tortured by guilt, and not at all wanting or expecting a new woman to enter his life. Jack is not a nice man, but you might be convinced eventually that he’s a good man.
Then I thought about my heroine. What would compel a woman to approach a man with a mean and vicious reputation? It dawned on me that she would have to be desperate for something, and in the case of the story I wrote, Nettie was desperate for food. Nettie’s backstory revealed itself to me too, and as you’ll see if you read the book, her past haunts her, just as Trapper Jack’s past haunts him. Together, these two lonely souls find in each other what they need. Of course, it takes them a while to get there, but I think you’ll find that their journey is exciting. In addition to a love story, this is a story of two people who manage to survive in the wild woods of Montana after having survived everything that led them there. Oh, and there’s some steamy sex too!
Here’s a little bit of what goes on in their journey to love and a happily ever after.
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Excerpt
He drew a deep breath before he spoke. “What’s not right is you insisting on living there in that cave instead of here. I’ve only reluctantly permitted it.”
Nettie’s temper flared. She temporarily forgot her desire for him. All she could think of in that moment was that she was once again at another’s man mercy. “Permitted it? You’ve permitted nothing,” she said angrily. “I have every right to stay where I please. It’s not your right to permit or forbid it.” She glared up at him.
Jack’s face hardened, and she saw a tick in his jaw to indicate he was gritting his teeth. He pivoted away from her and in one stride reached the stool by the table, where he sat. Nettie returned to spooning food onto the plate. She felt his eyes on her, watching her every move. Her feelings were conflicted. She had been worried that he didn’t care about her. Now that she had confirmation he cared enough to spy on her, she felt like all of her efforts were in vain. She wanted to be self-sufficient, and the fact that Jack checked in on her meant that she wasn’t.
She didn’t want to look at him, fearing she would burst into tears from the emotions raging inside of her. With her eyes lowered, she brought the plate of food to the table and set it down in front of him. When she let go of the plate, he captured her wrist suddenly, with the speed of a mountain lion. Nettie gasped and met his heated gaze.
Jack’s dark eyes flashed with fury, and when he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. “You don’t have rights out here, woman. Here, the weak are at the mercy of the strong, and that makes me your master.”
Nettie felt outraged by his words. She tried to pull away, but he continued to hold her wrist in an iron grip. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but it was unyielding. He stood slowly and loomed over her. His face twisted into a scowl as he took steps forward that made her take steps back until she was flush against the wall. He captured her other wrist and pinned both in one of his hands, then held them uncomfortably high over her head against the splintering logs of the cabin’s wall. Her breathing became ragged. She stared into his eyes and felt a hunger she hadn’t felt for a long time. “I know you wouldn’t harm me,” she croaked.
“Do you?” he snarled.
She let out a whimper. She wasn’t afraid. Not really. She felt alive and on edge, wondering what his next move would be. His hand trailed along her neck down to her breast, which he squeezed and flattened with his palm.
“I’ve been too easy on you.” He pinched her peaked nipple through her shirt, with enough pressure to make her cry out. “You think there’s no cause to fear me, but you’re wrong about that.”
Nettie closed her eyes. She felt frantic with lust. She needed his whole body to press against hers. She wanted him to kiss her as roughly as he was speaking to her. “Why do you want me to fear you?” she asked in a tremulous voice.
Jack released her wrists. She felt bereft of his touch when he took a short step back, but that feeling didn’t last long. He took hold of her arm, dragged her to the bed and shoved her onto her stomach. He yanked down her trousers and ripped off her drawers with terrifying speed. With lengths of rope he’d apparently picked up on the way to the bed, he bound an ankle to one bedpost and repeated the motions for the other. It happened so fast and came as such a surprise that it didn’t occur to Nettie to try to break free until it was too late—not that she would have been successful, had she tried.
He pulled her hands forward and tied them to the bed as well. There she lay, spread eagle and naked from the waist down. Her open legs allowed a breeze of cool air to brush her sex, and the muscles there constricted, desperate for something to fill it.
Before she knew it, she was alone in the cabin. Jack had left her there, and she had no idea where he went or when he would return. Her heart beat heavily in her chest. After what seemed like an eternity, the cabin door opened, and what she saw sent her heart racing even faster. In his hand was a switch the length of her arm and the width of one of her fingers. Her stomach flopped as he approached her. “Please, Trapper Jack. Why are you doing this?” she whispered.
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It’s time for Saturday Spankings. Hope you enjoy this naughty excerpt.
On a rainy day in October, she swept the floor, humming to herself, and she felt his gaze on her. When she looked at him, he said in his low, warning voice, “You swept yesterday. There’s no need to do it again.”
She felt a shiver creep down her spine. This was their mating dance. He would make a comment about her behavior, and she would respond by needling him. “If you didn’t track in mud all the time, I wouldn’t have to sweep every day.”
Nettie watched him rise slowly from the sofa, and she inhaled sharply. She felt that delicious mixture of fear and anticipation when he ambled toward her. His jaw was set, and his gaze could have melted snow. When he reached her, he took the broom, set it aside, and turned her around slowly. He held her wrists firmly behind her back in one of his hands.
“You think it’s wise to talk to me that way, naughty Nettie?” His voice was deep and threatening.
“No, sir. I’m sorry,” she said breathlessly.
“Not yet, but you will be.” He wound rope around her wrists.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked in a small voice.
Jack wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her head to his chest. Her breath hitched when he bent and nipped her earlobe and then growled into her ear. “First, I’m going to spank that lily-white bottom of yours until it’s as red as your hair.” His hand tightened, just enough to cause her discomfort without cutting off her air.
She felt her drawers grow damp. “No, please don’t spank me. I’ll stop sweeping,” she breathed. Oh, how she loved this game, which felt so real in the moment, though she knew he was only finding an excuse to dominate her.
He ignored her plea and continued. “After I punish your bottom, I’m going to spread your legs and spank that pretty pink cunt until you beg me to stop. And then I’m going to spank it harder to teach you a lesson.”
Here are some of my published books you might enjoy:
The Submissive Suffragette (Lone Star Love Book 1) – What happens when a forward-thinking woman challenges the rules of her old-fashioned husband?http://amzn.to/1TxWFRl
The Unbraiding of Anna Brown (Lone Star Love Book 2) – Hardened widower awakens from grief when met by a sweet, headstrong young lady in need of some old-fashioned discipline.http://amzn.to/1TxYUUJ
Missy Meets the Marshal (Lone Star Love Book 3) – A troubled woman in need of protection and discipline meets a tough marshal, whose job it is to provide both. http://amzn.to/1TOtHPU
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It’s time for Saturday Spankings! Here’s my excerpt.
From The Submissive Suffragette
“Stop distracting us from our reading,” Nalin said. “We were just getting to ‘The Subjugation of Women’ by Mr. John Mill before you so rudely interrupted. Weren’t we, Anna?”
“Yes. She’s right, Mr. Barnes,” the girl confirmed, asserting her loyalty to his wife.
Still frowning, Nalin continued to boss him. “Anna made a pie. It’s on the counter. Why don’t you busy yourself with eating it and leave us to our book learning.” She straightened her back and sat down.
“Yes, ma’am!” Carter sauntered to the kitchen, then turned when he arrived at the counter. “Honey, what does ‘subjugation’ mean?”
Nalin let out an annoyed sigh. “It means to overpower and subdue. You should read occasionally. It’s a common word,” she informed him in a clipped, condescending tone.
Carter smirked. “I see. Thanks for explaining that to your ignorant husband, and in such a patient manner too.” He walked back to her.
In less time than it would have taken for her to read the essay’s opening sentence, Carter wrestled Nalin into a belly-down position on the sofa. He clasped her wrists together behind her back in one of his hands and held a fistful of her hair in his other.
“Just so as I understand, does it mean something like this?” Carter asked her, his voice as sweet as honey.
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Today I’d like to share from my very first book, The Unbraiding of Anna Brown, about a hardened widower who awakens from grief when met by a sweet, headstrong young woman in need of some old-fashioned discipline. This scene is the aftermath of Carter finding Anna in the stall with his most dangerous stallion.
Sound interesting? 
Hello! For those of you who missed it, my latest book, Claimed by the Mountain Man, was released this weekend by the fabulous team of people at 
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