Old West Romance

Extended punishment excerpt from Mary Quite Contrary

Mary rubbed her hands over her bare arms where goosebumps had appeared. She didn’t tremble only from the chill in the cool November air. She shook with anticipation. Bare-bottomed spankings had become the norm in her relationship with Ben, and though she thought she should be used to them by now, the fact remained that they always hurt, especially when they were of the more serious sort as the one today would be.

It was nearly dark, and Ben would be returning from work any minute. Earlier in the day, he’d stopped by the restaurant, led her to the private corner of the kitchen, and informed her that she was due for a spanking. Recalling the way he’d growled in her ear to be ready for him made a shiver of half-fear, half-delight skitter down her spine. She knew what that meant. It meant to wait in her room wearing only her punishment garb and to expect to have her bottom set on fire.

Now she was home, and there was nothing to do but wait for the inevitable. Her stomach dipped when she heard the front door squeak open. It thudded shut, and a short time later Ben’s boots were on the stairs. The footsteps became louder and louder until they reached the door and he entered.

Upon perusing her person from head to toe, he said, “Mary, I see you obeyed me.”

“Of course. Do I ever not?” She asked it with a slight smile.

“Occasionally you don’t,” he responded, a lilt of amusement in his voice as well. “Such as yesterday. I’ve told you before not to place the meals directly in the prisoners’ hands at the jail. You must deliver them to me or the marshal.”

She sighed. “The dinner crowd was large. I didn’t have much time to spend away. When you weren’t there at the jail, I didn’t see the harm in quickly giving the prisoner his meal and getting back to the restaurant.”

Ben placed something small on top of the dresser, and Mary couldn’t make out what it was. As he rolled up his sleeves, he said, “That prisoner escaped from the county jail, and he could have used you to escape from this one. Worse, you could have gotten hurt in the process. You got lucky that all he did was take the food.”

Mary knew she’d acted foolishly by rushing through the delivery. No one was even supposed to enter the back room where the cells were located without gaining access through Ben or the marshal, but she had been unusually busy. “My business will suffer if I’m away too long. Don’t you care about that?”

Ben crossed his arms in front of his chest. “That’s a rather unfair question to ask me, don’t you think?”

“I suppose,” she admitted, dropping to a sitting position on the bed. Ben had gone above and beyond to help her and her business. 

“The thing is, Mary, I care more about your safety than your success, and besides, you can’t be successful if you’re injured or worse.”

“You’re right, of course,” she said, looking down at her hands. Looking back, she realized she could have paid a friend or neighbor to deliver the meal and wait at the marshal’s office until one of the lawmen arrived to admit them to the back.

“So you agree you deserve punishment?”

She hated answering this question. “Yes.”

“I consider putting your safety at risk the most egregious error, so it deserves a harsh punishment.” He picked up the item he’d placed on the dresser and held it up.

It was then that she recognized it as a finger of peeled ginger from her kitchen. She squinted at it. “What’s that for?”

“It’s part of your punishment,” Ben said. “I will place this up your lovely bottom hole. It will burn something fierce, but it won’t harm you.”

She gasped, scandalized by the very idea of being punished in her most private channel. It shouldn’t have surprised her, though. Ben never neglected to caress and stimulate every part of her, and he’d previously punished her pussy, so it wasn’t too much of a stretch to believe he would punish her bottom in such a way.

“Wherever did you hear of such a thing?” she asked breathlessly.

“I like to read,” he said, as though that adequately explained it.

He stalked toward her, holding the finger of ginger. “Turn around so that you’re lying on the bed.”

She stared up at him, unable to move. She was still coming to terms with the fact that in not too long, she would be enduring an herb from her kitchen being inserted into her bottom. It was in moments like these when she was about to experience punishment from her husband that she realized how fearsome he was. He was not a man to be trifled with, no matter his wit or capacity for forgiveness. Certain lines could not be crossed, and he was as immovable as a brick wall when it came to her safety. He had been since the day they’d met.  

Ben frowned down at her when she didn’t move. “Do as I say, don’t argue, and don’t delay for another second. This is punishment for putting your safety at risk, and I won’t tolerate disobedience.”

She groaned, but she was spurred into turning around so that she laid on her stomach on the bed. Ben lifted up her gown and placed it over her back, causing a rush of cool air to brush over her bare cheeks.

“Reach back and spread your bottom cheeks,” he ordered.

This was nothing new. It was a common step in the more serious punishments when he wanted to get her into a submissive state of mind. Revealing her bottom hole and entrance to her womanhood to his eyes always caused her a rush of humiliation that was only offset slightly by the thrill of arousal it provided.

She obediently reached back and parted her bottom cheeks, squeezing her eyes shut as she did.

He stroked his finger over her rosette. “This is a punishment that’s been used for a very long time on naughty females. It’s called figging. In Ancient Greece, the punisher would bend a recalcitrant female over a bench and restrain her hands and legs so that she couldn’t move at all. Then he would place peeled gingerroot into her bottom and watch her writhe. She would wiggle her bottom and squeeze, trying everything she could to stop the burning, but only time makes it fade.”

“How long?” she gasped, both shocked and aroused by the image that had formed in her mind of the sadistic punishment.

“Thirty minutes or so, but I will only make you endure ten. After that I will remove the gingerroot and spank you.”

She moaned. “It seems as though the ginger is punishment enough. Must you spank me also?”

“Yes. Be glad I am not like the old masters. If a female was especially bad, the master would whip her bottom while the gingerroot plugged her. Tell me, when you’re getting your bottom spanked, what do you do?”

“Cry.”

“What else? Think about what you do with your body.”

She thought about her previous spankings. “I clench my fists.”

“That’s right. You also clench your bottom, trying to brace against the pain. Well, if you have a gingerroot in your bottom hole, every time you squeeze your bottom, you will stimulate the root against your channel, setting the fire anew. The best way to accept such pain is to relax. That’s hard to do when you’re getting your bottom whipped, which is why I’m only going to spank you afterward.”

“Generous of you,” she said, still holding her bottom cheeks open and waiting for the inevitable punishment.

“Now’s not a good time for sarcasm,” he said. To prove his point, he pressed the root against her entrance. Because it was relatively thin, it slid right into her.

She involuntarily clenched. All she felt was cool moisture, an odd but not unpleasant sensation. He had carved it in such a way that it was lodged firmly inside her. She couldn’t squeeze it out—not that she was desperate to. She didn’t understand how this could be considered even mildly uncomfortable, let alone painful.

As though reading her mind, he said, “Wait for it.”

The sensation started small. It was mild and a little warm, but not painful. Then it began to grow, and after another half a minute she started to panic. The burn was increasing very gradually but showed no sign of relenting.

“Oh, Ben, it’s getting worse and worse,” she said. “You’re sure this won’t cause damage?”

“Aye,” he said. “You may let go of your bottom now and hold tight to the quilt.”

She wasted no time obeying. When her cheeks rested together again, they seemed to trap the heat of the ginger inside of her. It grew even hotter, and despite what she had learned, she clenched her bottom, trying to alleviate the pain.

“Oh, my god!” she cried. The burn seemed to double at once. “Please, Ben, take it out. It burns like nothing I’ve felt before.”

“You will feel that burn for every one of the ten minutes,” he said without mercy. “It’s been two minutes, so settle in.”

She thought of the ancient females bent over and tied to benches, unable to move for the allotted amount of time, and she considered her current predicament. The heat was intense in her bottom, and it spread out, warming her pussy and causing a throbbing in her belly. Her body wanted to flex and squeeze, but every time she gave into her impulses, the heat would magnify. The thing she felt most unable to do—relaxing—was the only way to keep the pain steady.

Ben rubbed her back, a soothing gesture amongst the intensity. “You will never deliver meals yourself to another prisoner.” It was a statement of fact. He knew he was making his point well enough by this unusual punishment.

“No, I won’t,” she panted. It was true. If she ever felt tempted, all she had to do was remember being bent over the bed and forced to accept a figging. It felt a thousand times more humiliating than a spanking. While being spanked, Ben was actually engaged in the activity. But during this, all he did was watch her endure the discomfort. It was a subtle but striking difference.

The sensation intensified to a severe level. She moaned and rocked from side to side, unconcerned about how she must look with her bare bottom exposed, a gingerroot plugging her anus, and her hips knocking against the bed in a lurid dance of pain.

She never got used to the heat from the gingerroot, and the burn never abated. But, true to his word, Ben removed it after ten minutes, and she might have felt a moment of relief, but the heat had not dissipated by the time Ben sat down on the bed and positioned her for a spanking. Her bottom hole still throbbing, he straddled her over one of his denim-clad thighs. He grasped her hips and pulled her toward him, causing her bare pussy to scrape against the ribbed material of his trousers.

“Ah!” she cried out, as the sensation sent bursts of shockwaves throughout her body. He pressed her down so that her upper body rested fully on the bed and clamped his left hand on her hip.

His powerful right palm connected with her bare bottom in sharp, staccato swats—whack whack whack—with no pretense at a warmup or easing her into it. This was clearly punishment, and though she’d been spanked plenty of times before, that didn’t make this particular spanking any easier to endure. This was especially true because the juices from the ginger were still inside of her. Every time a swat connected, it ignited the burn.

“Oh, please, Ben, not so fast. Not so hard!” she cried out, knowing it would do little good.

She was right. If anything, the pace increased. “You. Will. Not. Disobey. Me,” he responded, punctuating every word with a spank on the fleshiest parts of her bottom.

Her entire bottom, inside and out, was on fire. She couldn’t squirm more than an inch, and she knew better than to reach back to block the swats. That would only make the punishment longer. She cried out and kicked her legs, doing whatever she could to endure the spanking for however long Ben intended to make it last.

Like the figging, the pain only seemed to increase with no sign of abating, and she felt frantic. This was by far the most serious spanking Ben had ever given her. She knew it was because he cared, but that was hard to realize when he was causing her bottom to burn like it was on fire.

A sob bubbled out of her, and tears squeezed out of the corners of her closed eyes. “Ow, please. I’m sorry. I won’t disobey you again,” she blubbered.

“Let’s make sure of that,” he responded, continuing to punish her poor bottom.

She was sobbing now—loud, open-mouthed wails that would have woken the neighbors if they were any closer.

“Cry all you like,” he said. “I know this hurts. It’s supposed to.”

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Mary Quite Contrary is LIVE on Amazon!

Release day is here at last!

I’m excited to share that Mary Quite Contrary is now LIVE on Amazon and FREE in Kindle Unlimited.

This is book 4 in my Lost and Found in Thorndale series. Each book in the series starts in the same year (1891), so the events of each book are concurrent with events from the other books. You’ll find crossover characters and familiar situations; however, each book is 100 percent standalone and the books in the series can be read in any order. 

What will you find inside Mary Quite Contrary?

✔ A dominant deputy marshal
✔ A (slightly) contrary young woman
✔ Red-hot discipline
✔ Small-town love

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“Turn around and bend over that table,” he said, nodding at the table directly behind her. His voice was steel. While he wouldn’t have chosen to punish her in this manner, she’d asked for it. She’d made it clear that despite her protestations over being told what to do, she actually craved his dominance, and he wouldn’t hesitate to deliver.

Her eyes widened with what looked like fear, but the arousal in her gaze was unmistakable. Ben watched as she turned around, revealing to him the entire back side of her naked body for the first time. Her skin was the color of cream, white and unblemished from the nape of her neck to the heels of her feet.

She bent over the table so slowly it seemed intentionally provocative, though Ben doubted that was the case. She was bold, but she was also innocent, a mix so intoxicating he could hardly believe his good fortune that such a lovely creature had chosen to give her trust to him.

“Stretch your arms in front of you,” he said. “That’s it. Palms down.” Her hands rested on two linens she had folded neatly. He guessed the linens would be balled up in her fists before the session was through.

Her legs were parallel to each other, thighs touching. “Spread your legs apart, darlin’,” he instructed. He wanted her to adopt a sturdy stance, but he also wanted to glimpse the soft lips of her pussy that appeared when she obeyed. He was surprised to see that they already appeared slick. He touched her lower back, causing her to start. “Easy,” he said, his voice so gravelly he barely recognized it. He slid his hand around the perfect mound of her bottom and brushed her pussy lips with the tips of his fingers. She moaned and arched her back, practically begging him to explore her more deeply.

That would have to wait. For the time being, he was more than satisfied with what he’d discovered, which was that she was wet with need just by being prepared for punishment. He removed his hand from between her legs and wiped her juices on her own ass, then clapped her left cheek with a smart swat. “Naughty girl, getting wet for punishment. Your body is begging for chastisement, and that’s what it’s going to get.”

She moaned in what sounded like humiliation but offered no argument. There was no way she could deny it. He had felt the proof on his own fingers. If he’d had any reservations before about whipping her with the thick strap, they were eliminated completely after that.

He tapped the folded leather against her bottom, noticing as he did the light pink mark the single swat from his hand had left. She marked easily, and he wondered what shade of red the first stroke with the belt would cause. He reached back and brought the strap down smartly across the center of her buttocks. She didn’t cry out, and instead drew in a sharp breath. Immediately a red welt appeared on her skin.

About This Book

Can a bossy lawman convince a contrary young woman to obey him?

Nineteen-year-old Mary Appleton manages a successful restaurant in the small town of Thorndale. Though passionate about cooking, she’s naïve about the dangers of the world and innocent when it comes to love and romance.

Benjamin Gray, the stern new deputy in town, knows the restaurant is vulnerable to robbers, and his protective instincts ignite when he notices that Mary doesn’t safeguard her money. When she refuses to lock up the cash in her register, Deputy Gray gives her only one other choice: Accept a hard spanking over his knee.

To Mary’s surprise, the punishment does nothing to quell her attraction to Ben. Rather, she finds herself smitten by her older lover who brings her as much pleasure as pain. But will she accept his advice when it matters most, or will her contrary behavior ruin them both?

Publisher’s Note: Mary Quite Contrary is a standalone story in the Lost and Found in Thorndale series. It contains sexual scenes and adult punishment spanking. If that doesn’t appeal to you, please don’t buy this book.

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New Release! Given to the Highlander

I’m excited to share that my new Scottish Highlander book, which I cowrote with the fabulous Susannah Shannon, is live and available to read today.

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About Given to the Highlander

Marisol Adams grew up aboard the space station which has served as humanity’s refuge since the great cataclysm, and when she is sent to join a recently established colony in the Scottish Highlands she quickly discovers that her new life will be quite different. Not only has she been given to the future clan chief as his bride, her new husband will have complete authority over her and will enforce that authority with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom as often as necessary.

Though it doesn’t take long for Marisol to find herself over the stern, handsome Scotsman’s knee for a sound spanking, she cannot help longing for his touch even after her already bright red backside is paddled until she is well past tears. Her desire for him and her love for him grow with each passing day, but can she make a place for herself among the rugged people of this land?

Publisher’s Note: Given to the Highlander includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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“Sweet and sexy.” –Anna, Goodreads

“Wow! I just love a romance by Amelia Smarts, the characters are just so vivid, they burst off the pages and into your imagination.” –Coline, Amazon

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Lennox held her against him as their breathing slowed. In the lake she felt weightless, similar to the low-gravity chamber on the starship. She could have rested her head on his shoulder forever, but she became aware that he was pulling them toward a menagerie of smooth boulders, each a different color that appeared half in the water and half out.

It was only when he laid her on her stomach over one of the boulders that the memory of his threat returned to her.

She was naked, bent over a boulder, with her feet dangling and her toes touching the water of the lake. “No!” she cried, squirming to remove herself. “I can’t take another spanking!”

His hand pressed firmly against her lower back, keeping her in place. “Silence, wife!” A mighty slap against her bottom rang out like a crack of thunder, the wetness of her cheeks against his palm creating a sharp pang and an even sharper noise.

His voice was sterner than she’d ever heard it when he said, “You will learn not to lie to me. I asked if you were sore, and you plainly said you weren’t.”

“I won’t lie again,” she panted. “Please, Lennox…”

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice as hard as the rock upon which she lay.

She knew it would be unwise to question or disobey him while in her current position. With a whimper, she slowly parted her thighs. A cool rush of air made her viscerally aware of her bare pussy, which ached deeply from the sessions of rigorous lovemaking.

Lennox touched her pussy with a gentleness she was not expecting. She stayed still in a state of bewilderment as one of his fingers entered her and swirled around inside of her, collecting the remnants of her honeyed arousal.

Her bewilderment only grew when he pulled his finger out and, with his other hand, pried her cheeks apart.

“Oh!” she cried, feeling the flush of shame spread across her face up to the tips of her ears. She could only imagine what he saw, with her cheeks spread open. Was this punishment? Enduring his gaze on her most private places?

His finger caressed her bottom hole, and she was so embarrassed she couldn’t speak. Her eyes shut tight and her fists clenched, she willed herself to remain silent, but that was not enough for Lennox. He pressed his lubricated finger against her rosette, and she moaned, finally realizing what he intended to do.

“You will learn today that your body is mine. Relax and let me in,” he growled, sounding so stern she felt she had no choice but to obey.

Whimpering, she unclenched her fists and her sphincter, giving him access to her bottom hole. He plunged his finger inside of her and stroked within her, moving his finger in and out at a steady tempo.

“This is what happens to a lying wife,” he said. “Next time you lie, I will plunder your back hole with my cock.”

“Oh!” she cried, horrified at the prospect of enduring his large member in her tight bottom. But as he continued pumping his finger in and out of her, she became aware of a sensation even more powerful than the discomfort. Surely she couldn’t be enjoying this. That thought embarrassed her nearly as much having her husband knuckle-deep in her private channel.

She moaned and arched her back, unable to hide the arousal growing inside of her.

“No, you don’t,” Lennox said, suddenly removing his finger. “What am I to do with you? Every punishment makes you want to come.”

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Old West Romance

Taming Tori is LIVE on Amazon

Hello, reader! This is my favorite kind of blog post to write–one where I get to announce that a brand new book of mine is live on Amazon. No more waiting. It’s time to pour a glass of wine (or cup of coffee, depending on the time), lean back in your favorite chair, and journey back to the old west. There you’ll follow an alpha cowboy and feisty seamstress on a wild ride of love and adventure. Steamy interludes, discipline and erotic spankings, and a heartwarming HEA guaranteed.

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He’s prepared to tame her using painful and humiliating discipline.

Fearless, tough-as-nails cowboy Frank Bassett gets thrown from a bucking bronco and injures his leg, leaving him with a severe limp. Not to be defeated, he moves to a new town with plans for a slower-paced life. There he meets a woman more defiant and standoffish than the wildest mustang, and he reckons he’s got one more filly to tame before tossing his Stetson aside.

Local beauty Victoria Davis longs for a worthy gentleman to court her. Instead, a crippled cowboy limps into her shop and scolds her for being rude. Though outraged, she’s also intrigued by the submissive feelings he inspires in her.

Victoria learns that Frank is as kind and generous as he is tough, and love blooms. But when a stroke of misfortune once again befalls the cowboy, their feelings for each other are tested. Was Frank’s quest to tame Tori a foolish venture, or will it pave a path to healing for them both?

Reviewers are raving!

Fans of historical romances will find themselves captivated by this sizzling story of starting over as two unlikely people find a connection that changes them irrevocably. -Jodi, Goodreads Reviewer

Whew! Frank and Tori are hot stuff! If you’re a fan of domestic discipline in your romances, you won’t find anyone who writes them better. -Viper, Goodreads Reviewer

Lively characters, witty dialogue, and just enough dominance and submission to make it real. -Redrabbitt, Amazon Top 500 Reviewer

Steamy, emotional and dramatic. Filled with tension, sharp banter and flying sparks. -Aunt G, Amazon Top 500 Reviewer, Vine Voice

Gripping western with a fascinating storyline containing hot sensual sex and spanking scenes. -Drifter, Amazon Reviewer

HOT chemistry between Frank and Tori that kept me turning the pages until the very end! -Pat, Goodreads Reviewer

This beautifully written book made me laugh, cry, and then smile at its satisfying ending. Let it fill your heart too. -Libby Campbell, Author

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He knelt on his knees in front of her and spread her legs apart wide. His face was level with her naked, dripping cunny, while the skirts of her petticoats circled her legs as though framing her jewels for display.

Frank took hold of her hips and dragged her forward until her smarting bottom was perched right at the edge of the chair and his mouth connected with her pussy.

She cried out, shocked by the onslaught of embarrassment and pleasure she experienced as his tongue swirled in and around her womanhood and his beard and mustache tickled her sensitized flesh. When she thought she could not handle any more intensity, his tongue suddenly flicked against her nub. “Oh, Frank! I cannot bear it!” she cried.

Her words only seemed to spur him on, for he did not stop. He languorously applied his ministrations to every inch of her pussy. When he stroked inside of her with his tongue, she found herself simultaneously wanting to shove his face tighter to her to make it continue and arch away to save herself from further torture.

Frank did not give her any choice in the matter. Just as he’d trapped her over his lap to endure punishment, his hands held tight to her hips, keeping her in place as he attended to her. “This pussy is mine,” he said, his hot breath brushing her folds. “Make no mistake, I’m yours and you’re mine, princess. Understand?”

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Do you like reading sexual humiliation in romance? 🔥

For me, there’s a fine line between hot and cringey. I write kink, mostly spankings, so there’s always an element of embarrassment present when a naughty lady drapes her naked ass over the knee of her firm-handed lover. But humiliation takes it a little deeper. It usually involves anal play and dirty talk like, “Look how wet you are after your spanking, you filthy bad girl.”

My latest book, Taming Tori, contains some sexual humiliation in addition to the usual embarrassment from spanking. Read the excerpt below and let me know what you think. Do you like the humiliation aspect, or does it make you cringe?

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When the first stroke of the ruler met her naked bottom, she was not prepared for the sting. She cried out from behind her gag and straightened fully.

“No, I won’t have that.” Frank firmly pressed her back into position over the desk. “You stand up like that again and I’ll add another stroke.” Once she was bent over again, he landed a light, reprimanding spank with his palm, a gesture that caused her embarrassment and arousal to double. Being whipped with an implement was one thing. To be spanked by the palm of his hand added an unexpected intimacy that made her want to simultaneously disappear into the ground and throw herself into his arms.

“Pat the desk when you’re ready for your next stroke, princess.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and gathered her courage. As soon as she patted the desk, the ruler struck her bottom again, this time in the tender spot where her bottom met her thighs.

She managed to stay in position, but she squealed and her hands flew back of their own accord to protect and clutch her cheeks.

His hands took hold of her wrists and pried them away from her tender cheeks. “Bad girl! My hands are the only hands allowed to touch your bottom right now. This is my ass at the moment.” To demonstrate his point, he squeezed each cheek firmly. “Do you understand me, young lady? Nod if you do.”

The impertinence of the man suddenly struck her. Frustrated by being unable to tell him so due to the gag, she stamped her foot. Immediately she regretted her decision. She could feel her naked cheeks jiggling from her action, and she could only imagine what he was seeing. To remedy the situation, she nodded vigorously and patted her left hand on the desk, determined to bear the next stroke without incident.

He didn’t immediately whip her. Victoria thought he might be rethinking the punishment, but then it came, the hardest stroke yet. She screamed behind her gag and danced on her feet, but she did not stand or reach her hands back.

It hurt. It really hurt, but that was not the only reason tears filled her eyes. She was naked from the waist down and bent over a desk, enduring punishment from a man she wanted to please, and the humiliation was overwhelming.

Frank’s voice was stern, determined. “You’ve got two more strokes with the ruler. Pat the desk when you’re ready for the next one.”

Anger surged through her. She hadn’t expected the punishment to be so painful; otherwise, she might not have agreed to it in the first place. She formed her hand into a fist and pounded on the desk.

The next stroke did not come, and tense silence hovered in the air. She dared to hope that he would end the punishment, but she should have known better.

“Hmm,” his voice rumbled. “Rebelling already? My method for taming you doesn’t seem to be working.”

He rubbed her bare bottom—gently, languorously. She relaxed. It felt so very good to be petted. But then his kneading hands spread her cheeks apart, and every muscle in her body tensed.

“Stay still, princess,” he drawled.

Her pussy pulsed. He was looking at her, examining her most private hole and the spot between her legs. He was viewing every furry, slick, tender inch of pink skin. She could not have imagined feeling more exposed and dominated until his finger brushed through her wet folds and traveled up to her puckered rosette. Before she understood what he intended to do, his lubricated finger was lodged fully into her bottom hole.

“Now,” he growled. “Try patting the desk again, princess.” To emphasis his point, he pumped his finger inside of her, stroking her forbidden channel.

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Steamy spanking scene from my new book! 🚿

finding her place2“You have such a hot ass and pretty little pussy, Kayla,” Hudson murmured, stroking her bare bottom gently. “Spread your legs for me a little.”

She moaned as her pussy responded to his words by contracting and likely gushing more of her juices. She felt so vulnerable lying over his lap with her bare bottom in the air and her legs captured together by her own panties around her knees.

Slowly, she obeyed, opening her legs as much as her panties around her knees would allow. Cool air fanned her slick lower lips, and she wondered if Hudson could see how wet she was.

He shifted positions, and when she felt a hot breeze between her legs, she realized he was blowing on her wet center. She turned around and saw that his mouth was very close to her skin. Her entire body jerked, and she squeezed her eyes shut as every nerve in body seemed to spark to life.

“I’m going to touch that sweet pussy of yours,” Hudson said, his voice rough and gravelly. “But first, I must finish punishing your bottom.” He shifted positions again, and the next thing Kayla knew, he was threading his fingers through her hair at the nape of her neck and locking it in a gentle fist. He tugged her head up and tilted it slightly so he could look into her eyes. “What happens to naughty little girls who decide to be nosy?”

If it weren’t for the slight twinkle in his eyes, Kayla would likely have fainted with fear. His voice was so stern, so serious.

“Well?” he prompted, tightening his grip on her hair and giving it a tug. “What happens to naughty little girls?”

“They get spanked?” she answered.

“That’s right,” he said, releasing her hair. He pushed her head down so her nose made contact with his trousers. “They get spanked long and hard over Daddy’s knee. You hold on to my leg tight, young lady, while I paint your bare bottom four shades of red.”

Kayla obeyed, wrapping both hands around his muscular calf. He sounded truly terrifying in his daddy role, she decided.

His hand came down hard on her bare skin. Smack!

She would have jumped off his lap if he weren’t pinning her in place. It hurt, it really hurt, and she knew it was only the beginning. A few seconds later, his hand struck again, this time on the opposite cheek. She was so stunned by the force of the spanks that she couldn’t even make a sound. Instead, she struggled to find her breath. She’d no sooner gasped her first desperate breath than the spanks continued, spaced less than a second apart, with every smack as hard as the previous one.

She hadn’t thought it possible to feel that much pain from a spanking, which had always seemed to her like a mild corrective action. But her bottom felt like it was on fire after less than a minute. Her hands turned into fists and gripped his pant leg for dear life as his hand rained down swat after fiery swat. She felt her bottom cheeks flatten and bounce. The sharp sting merged with a deeper, bruising ache that brought tears of pain to her eyes. She cried out, helpless to control the wails of crescendoing agony, but she didn’t ask him to stop.

The pain of the spanking chased away any remnant of embarrassment. Her legs flailed wildly, no doubt giving Hudson an eyeful of her not-so-private parts. Her panties ended up around her ankles, and she didn’t care one bit. She could think of nothing but the persistent, growing pain focused so totally on her exposed bottom.

She didn’t notice the precise moment when the spanks slowed down, but eventually she realized that the swats, though just as hard, were being delivered several seconds apart. The timing caused her to mind to switch gears. Not only was she anticipating each hard swat, but also the space in between, when the pain would sink in.

There was a moment right after each swat when her mound would be driven hard against Hudson’s thigh and a jolt of arousal would reach her clit. She began to squeeze her legs together, desperate to capture the pleasure and massage it to life. She was dimly aware that her back was arching, causing her bottom to stick out further, practically begging for more swats.

“Fucking gorgeous,” she heard Hudson murmur, while continuing to spank her at the slower pace. “I wish you could see how hot you look right now. Your body is taut and needy and wet. Your ass is cherry red and hot to the touch.”

She loved hearing that from him, and it only helped to put her more at ease in seeking her release. How a spanking so painful could lead to something so pleasurable, she didn’t understand, nor did she care to analyze it in the moment. All other thoughts in her head were gone, with her sole focus being on the heat concentrating between her legs, the arousal coiling in her lower belly, and proof of his aroused cock hard against her side. He wanted her, and that only served to arouse her more.

She wanted him to fuck her more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. Her inhibitions gone, she said, “Please… fuck me, Hudson.” Her panties now hanging off one ankle, she spread her legs wide, inviting him to bury his manhood deep within her needy core.

The swats stopped. His fingers lightly traced over her burning skin until finally moving to between her legs. She gasped when he touched her lower lips and fondled around her dripping entrance. He let out a growl that sounded feral. “You’re so fucking wet, you bad girl,” he said.

She whimpered, opening her legs wider.

“Let’s get these off you,” he said, reaching for her panties. He relieved her ankle of the material and tossed them aside. His hand stroked up and down her inner thigh, teasing her by changing directions before reaching her pussy.

“I can smell you,” he said, finally clamping his entire hand over her mound and giving it a squeeze that made her gasp. “Such a needy, horny little girl.”

“Oh, God, Hudson,” she moaned.

“I’m not going to fuck you with my cock, by the way,” he said, and lazily slid a finger into her pussy.

“Why the fuck not?” she demanded. “That’s… cruel!”

He chuckled darkly. “I just spanked you until you cried.” He pumped his finger inside of her. “But this… making you wait before you feel my cock inside of you. That’s cruel, huh?”

She growled—actually growled—with frustration like a wild animal. How dare he work her into such a frenzy and then not fuck her?

He slid another finger into her, stretching her by scissoring his fingers within her velvet folds.

She moaned. “You’re mean. I need…”

“I know what you need. And daddies have to be a little mean sometimes. Now, I want to see you writhing over my lap, coming hard for me, like the well-spanked, horny little girl you are, Kayla. You hear me?”

“Yes!”

“Say ‘yes, Daddy,’” he demanded.

“Y-yes, Daddy,” she replied, feeling like she was about to burst.

He focused on her clit and thrummed it without mercy until the pleasure that had been building finally exploded. As he had wanted, she came hard, and jerked about on his lap, caring nothing for appearance or decorum.

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🔥 Surprise new release — A short, kinky romance! 🔥

finding her place2Greetings, friends! I finally got around to publishing my kinky daddy dom novella, Finding Her Place, which was previously part of the Daddy’s Demands anthology. If you want a quick and dirty read, grab it for a buck (also part of Kindle Unlimited).

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About Finding Her Place

College student Kayla Smith takes a part-time job at a mansion in Beverly Hills. When she discovers that her handsome new boss is a daddy dom with a spanking kink, she contemplates sharing her embarrassing secret fantasy to be disciplined and dominated. Ultimately, though, she lacks the courage to admit her desires to him. It is only when he catches her nosing around his personal space that he learns the truth.

Hudson Peters considers snooping a punishable offense, so Kayla’s wish to be spanked with her panties down like a naughty little girl is soon realized. Has she stumbled across the man of her dreams, or will she decide to be more careful what she wishes for?

Publisher’s Note: This short novella was previously published in the Daddy’s Demands anthology. It contains spankings and sexual scenes. If that doesn’t appeal to you, please don’t buy this book.

Excerpt

For their first date, Hudson took Kayla to an Italian restaurant. He thought Kayla looked like a million dollars in her short black dress and diamond stud earrings. It would make mussing her up by the end of the night especially satisfying. He was going to introduce her to the sexy world of domination and submission and see just how deep her craving for the lifestyle ran.

While stopped at a red light, he squeezed her knee and said in an authoritative, no-nonsense voice, “Hand me your panties, Kayla.”

She let out a little gasp, but she did not attempt to argue. Instead, she hiked up her little black dress, took hold of her waistband and shimmied out of her red bikini panties in no time at all. She is perfect, he thought.

As he stuffed her panties into his pants pocket, he said, “I want you to think about how bare your bottom is tonight. Be aware of it with every step, feel the fabric of your dress rubbing against your skin. When you sit on the cushion of the booth at the restaurant, think about how exposed your pussy is, how at any moment I can reach over and touch you and check for wetness.”

She blushed and looked over at him with such a naughty glint in her eye that he almost pulled over and took her right there. Yes, she was submissive, through and through. It made the daddy dom aspect of his personality roar to life. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so excited to be on a date.

While they ate and drank wine, Kayla shifted in her seat, obviously aware the entire time at how exposed she was. He laid his hand on her knee and stroked her leg upward toward the naked spot between her legs.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he instructed.

Her movements settled. “Why did you make me take my panties off?” she whispered, blinking at him with a needy, innocent expression.

He stroked further up her leg and gently pinched her inner thigh. “Because I want you to feel dominated. Tonight, I’m your daddy and you’re my bad little girl.”

“Just tonight?” she ventured.

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Contemporary Romance

Brand spankin’ new Daddy Dom book

daddytakescharge_fullHello, readers! Guess what? I wrote a book, Daddy Takes Charge. Unlike the majority of my previous books, this one isn’t a historical romance. It’s a western romance set in modern-day Texas. If you’re in the mood for a light, kinky read with lots of spanking and sexy times, this is the book for you.

I’ve decided to share a NSFW spanky excerpt exclusively with my newsletter subscribers. To read the scene, sign up for my newsletter and it will be automatically emailed to you! Or you can grab the book now on Amazon. Happy reading!

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About Daddy Takes Charge

Jackson Kane has always had a special place in his heart for Lydia Morgan. After her father’s death leaves her alone in the world, Jackson provides her with room and board in return for help around his ranch. But his generosity is met with one act of petulant rebellion after another, until she finally pushes him too far and he decides it is long past time to take her over his knee.

As embarrassing as it is to be spanked with her panties down like a naughty little girl, it is when Jackson makes her call him daddy that Lydia’s cheeks truly blush crimson. But a bright red backside is just the start of Jackson’s plans for Lydia, and soon he is bathing her, baring her in the most intimate way possible, and bringing her to a shameful climax right there in the tub.

Over the coming days, Jackson sets about teaching his little girl how easily her daddy can make her quiver with need, but when the ranch faces financial trouble can Lydia find a way to help?

Publisher’s Note: Daddy Takes Charge includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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As soon as she steps off the train into the hot western sun, Charlotte Rose wonders if she has made a mistake. Leaving Boston to take a job as the schoolmarm of the small town of Weston, Arizona had seemed like a good idea, but the man sent to fetch her from the station almost changes her mind. The handsome but uncivilized brute who introduces himself as Max Harrison not only calls Charlotte by her first name, he even demands that she change her outfit.

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Guest Authors · Science Fiction Romance

Her Alien Doctors by Sara Fields

Sara Fields, a spanking romance author I shamelessly fangirled over when she came out with her first book, is here to share an excerpt from her latest release, Her Alien Doctors. I always love when authors give me an aftercare scene to share, and the one below from Ms. Fields made me go “awww.” All the feels. Enjoy! About Her… Continue reading Her Alien Doctors by Sara Fields