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No Dawdling Allowed #SatSpanks #Audible #Giveaway

Saturday Spankings-Val Heart Paddles-revI’ve got something unique to share with you all today: an Audiobook sample. I’ll admit that one of my main reasons for doing so is because I actually figured out how to do this on my blog and don’t want to waste my newly acquired skill. But I also wanted to share because all three books in my Lone Star Love series are now available to listen to: The Submissive Suffragette, The Unbraiding of Anna Brown, and Missy Meets the Marshal. These are standalone books, but they all take place in the same town and you’ll find crossover characters in each.

Here’s the best part. I have codes to give away for free audiobook downloads. I’m going to give them to people who sign up for my newsletter until I run out of codes or until February 18, whichever comes first. So please sign up and I’ll be in touch.

Have a listen to the first chapter of The Unbraiding of Anna Brown to get a feel for whether it’s something you might like.

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You can also listen to samples of the other two books on Audible.

Three more books are in production: Emma’s Surrender (February release), Corralling Callie (March release), and Fetching Charlotte Rose (April release), so stay tuned.

large_3663_missymarshall_500x755It’s not Saturday Spankings without a snippet, so I’ll leave you with this from Missy Meets the Marshal:

“Marshal, please don’t lock me up. I swear that brooch is mine. I didn’t steal it.”

Grover fished the silver bird from his pocket and handed it to her. “I believe you.”

She held the brooch against her chest. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. Then she eyed him quizzically. “Shouldn’t I be free to go, since you know I didn’t steal?”

“No. You’re going to sleep in the cell tonight. Then tomorrow we’ll discuss why you’re lying about who you are.”

Her eyes flashed terror. “Please no, Marshal. Let me go. I promise I’ll leave now and never bother you again. I’ll go to the next town to try and sell the brooch.”

“Listen, Missy. You’d have trouble making it to the next block, let alone the next town. You need a place to sleep and a bite or two, which I plan to go scare up for you as soon as you stop jawing at me. I’d take you to my house and let you sleep there, but it wouldn’t be proper. I’m an unmarried man. The cell will have to do.”

She stared at him for a moment, then looked down and wrung her hands. She appeared to be considering her options, of which she had only one as far as he was concerned. Her hesitancy annoyed him.

“Young lady, you’d better rattle your hocks and march them into the cell. Dawdle much longer, and I’ll plant you there myself, but not before I turn you over my knee.”

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Spanking: It’s supposed to hurt #SatSpanks

Saturday SpankingsGood morning, and welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop. I’ve got a snippet from my book Missy Meets the Marshal, about a woman who’s in trouble meeting the man who can help her. His help comes with an expectation of honesty, though, and of course Missy learns this the hard way.

Her distress didn’t move him. “You’re getting spanked for your blarney and lies, Missy. I want it to sting. You had several chances to avoid being punished, but you ignored every last one, didn’t you?”

She whimpered in response, and he landed more swats, this time again and again on the sensitive areas where her bottom curved into her thighs.

“Ow! Please! Please no more,” she cried. She hoped after each smack and before the next that it was the last of his chastisement, but he didn’t seem to be in any great hurry to settle his hand.

He spoke while spanking her. “I’ll tell you something, Missy. Listen carefully. I know this hurts, and it’s supposed to hurt, but it’s just a spanking and the sting doesn’t last. It’s the only way I’ll ever punish you. I’m the marshal of this town, but to you I’m Grover. I won’t use the law against you. You’re afraid of something like that, aren’t you? That’s why you don’t wish to be honest with me?” He landed several more stinging swats before pausing to hear her response.

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Aftercare – The sweetest part of a spanking

aftercare-paddleMy Facebook friend KR mentioned that she loved reading aftercare in spanking and BDSM books, so that gave me this idea for a blog post.

There is something satisfying about reading the aftermath of a punishment, when the submissive has the chance to relax in her disciplinarian’s arms and feel loved, despite (and perhaps partly because of) the pain. She has misbehaved somehow — sassy backtalk, not following through with a promise, putting herself in danger, etc. — and has been punished. We read her struggle with the pain, anger, and submission, but then the punishment ends. However, that shouldn’t be the end of the time they spend together.

A punishment spanking hurts, and it’s not supposed to be fun. Along with the pain can come a sense of failure and a sadness over disappointing her Dom/Daddy/Master. Aftercare is a time for the Dom to reaffirm the relationship, to reassure her that her indiscretion is forgiven, and to dry her tears. Included below are various snippets of aftercare from my books. They’re all a bit different, but they all contain one thing in common: the warm feelings that come after a well-done punishment. Hope you enjoy them!

Cover ImageFrom The Unbraiding of Anna Brown

The final four swats were firm and measured.

“Protecting you includes disciplining you,” Spank. “When you choose to be reckless,” Spank. “When you disobey,” Spank. “And when you don’t take your discipline seriously.” Spank. “Have I make myself quite clear on all accounts tonight, young lady?”

“Yes,” Anna moaned, the word leaving her mouth slowly in misery.

“Then we’re finished.” Carter folded her skirt back over her bottom.

Anna hung over his legs and cried. When her cries settled a bit, she said, “I’ll never do anything to earn another spanking like that. Never, ever, ever.”

Carter gathered her into a hug on his lap. “I almost believe that. You’re a good girl.” He wiped away the tears on her cheek and pushed a piece of hair that escaped her braid behind her ear.

“I know you feel I was hard on you, but that spanking won’t hurt past tonight.” He cuddled her into him and stroked her back, his hands now gentle and comforting.

Anna buried her face in the curve of his neck and shoulder and basked in his comfort for some time. When she found her normal voice, she made a three-word declaration that made his hand freeze on her back mid-rub. “You love me.”

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large_3663_missymarshall_500x755From Missy Meets the Marshal

He caressed her tender skin until she felt like she would pass out from the pleasure his touch brought her. Feeling the ache soothed by the same hand that caused it sent desire coursing through her body. She had never felt so raw and aroused. When he placed his hand on the back of her thigh and pulled it toward him, parting her legs, she mewled. He stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and slid his fingers to the apex of her legs. He cupped her womanhood with his large, warm hand.

A primitive growl escaped his throat, and she felt his cock harden under her stomach. “You’re sopping wet, darlin’,” he said, his voice low with lust. “What a naughty little girl you are. You liked getting spanked, didn’t you?” He gave her pussy a light swat. “You needed to be taught a lesson over my knee.”

The little spank to her most sensitive place delivered a shot of arousal and ache. Beth felt her face flush at his words. “I didn’t like the spanking, Grover. It hurt,” she whimpered, feeling as helpless under his pleasuring hand as she had under his punishing one.

His fingertips found her bundle of nerves and lingered there, brushing and circling it. “But you liked me showing I care, didn’t you? That’s the good thing about a spanking.”

Beth moaned. “There are more, um, pleasant ways to do that.” She felt his manhood twitch under her stomach again, as if on cue volunteering to offer another way. “Please, Grover. I need to feel you inside of me,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

He needed no further encouragement. She found herself being lifted and bent over the arm of the sofa, her spanked bottom in the air. She heard him shucking off his trousers and shortly after felt his cock pressing at her entrance. He clutched her hips and moved into her a little at a time, and she gasped and threw back her head as he filled her. He began his movements slow and gentle but soon picked up speed. He thrust in and out and landed a swat on her sore bottom.

She yelped. “This isn’t very romantic, Marshal, taking me like a bull takes a cow.”

He smacked her again. “Hush. This is how naughty girls who lie to the marshal get fucked.”

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fetchingcharolotterose_fullFrom Fetching Charlotte Rose

“Are you finished with your tantrum now, or do you need some more swats?”

She wiped the tears from her cheek. “I’m finished,” she whimpered, fully subdued.

He slowly relaxed the leg that pinned her in place and lifted her legs to rest over both of his. He caressed her bottom and thighs. After some time, he asked, “Do you feel better now, darlin’?”

“Yes. Thank you, Max.”

She reveled in the comfort she felt from him holding her in such an intimate, vulnerable position. His left hand was anchored around her waist, and his forearm still pinned her to his leg, giving her a sense of security, while his other hand conveyed both warning and solace in its tender strokes over her bottom and legs. She knew he would do whatever it took to keep her safe and in line.

“You’re such a good girl, thanking me for your spanking,” he murmured, squeezing her burning globes gently before resuming his caress.

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hislittleredlilyFrom His Little Red Lily

With her head cradled against the walls of the corner, she rubbed her bottom and cried like she’d never cried before. She’d wanted to impress Jesse and show him that she was a woman, and she’d done the exact opposite. He thought of her as nothing more than a naughty child who needed a spanking, and that’s certainly what she felt like standing in the corner. The tears wouldn’t stop falling, and she sniffled, wishing she had a handkerchief to blow her leaking nose.

Jesse spoke a few minutes later. “Come here, Lily.”

Her eyes downcast, she walked to where he stood leaning against his desk with his arms folded in front of his chest. She couldn’t bear to look at him. He handed her the handkerchief she desperately needed, and she blew her nose.

“It was just a spanking, not the end of the world. Settle down now,” he said, his voice firm.

She obeyed somehow. Soon her sobs morphed into occasional hiccups. She finally dared to look at him through her wet lashes. She discovered that his eyes were fixed on her. She thought she saw concern there, and she was relieved to see no anger or ridicule.

He sighed. “I know I was hard on you, Lily, but hopefully you’ll realize after you leave that it was for your own good. This isn’t the place for a young lady with her whole life ahead of her.”

She felt her lower lip trembling again. She nodded and looked down.

Jesse wrapped an arm around her shoulders and brought her to him for a hug. With his other hand he cupped the side of her head and held it against his chest, and his chin rested on the top of her head. He smelled so good, like soap and something spicy. She relaxed and basked in his comfort and the feeling of his hands, now gentle, wrapped around her body.

Feeling another hug from the first man who’d ever paid her any attention, she felt vulnerable and more in love with him than ever. Despite how much the spanking embarrassed her, she again felt noticed by him and like he cared about her. Now that he comforted her, she grasped his shirt with her fists and held onto him as though tearing herself away would rip out her heart.

He ran a hand over her head. “You’re going to be just fine, darlin’. Stay away from the saloon.” His breath wisped the hair along her forehead, and she felt a shiver of delight down to her toes.

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claimedbythemountainman_fullFrom Claimed by the Mountain Man

He settled his left hand on the center of her back. Still not speaking, he ran his punishing hand lightly over her hot skin. His gentle touch surprised her even more than his hauling her over his lap. Slowly he caressed her swollen globes. Nettie felt a tug at her core, an arousal that built the longer she remained helpless and naked over Jack’s lap. He rubbed her bottom until the sting dissipated into a dull ache.

She felt confused. Five minutes earlier, she would have sworn he was the meanest man to ever exist, but now he seemed almost tender. What confused her more was the fact that she felt disappointed when he stopped caressing her. A man’s touch wasn’t something she had welcomed in a very long time.

“You’ll sleep here tonight, young lady. Tomorrow I’ll figure out what to do with you.”

“All right. Th-thank you,” she said, still sniffling. She was relieved by his pronouncement. She felt too weary to return to the cave now, where she would no doubt struggle to get warm once again. Trapper Jack made her nervous, but she didn’t feel afraid anymore. He’d punished her, and it had hurt, but he’d also fed and warmed her.

He stood with her in his arms and carried her to the bed against the far wall of the room, where he laid her down on her stomach. The bed felt wonderfully soft beneath her. Trapper Jack retrieved the fur blanket from its heap in front of the fireplace and placed it over her naked body.

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Thank you for reading! Do you have an aftercare snippet to share? I would love if you commented and posted one you’ve written. You could also give the name of a book someone else wrote that contains your favorite aftercare scene. Be sure to include the link to where we can go to check out the book!

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#SatSpanks “You need to learn a lesson!”

Knock knock. Who’s there? Spanking. Spanking who? Spanking Missy from Missy Meets the Marshal. * * * You’re still here after that lame joke? Thank you! Your reward is an excerpt that is a bit less lame. She smiled. After untangling herself from his hold, she positioned her new stool in front of the high cabinet… Continue reading #SatSpanks “You need to learn a lesson!”

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#SatSpanks “You liked getting spanked, didn’t you?”

Hey there, Saturday Spankings readers. Thanks for stopping by. I’m sharing an excerpt from Missy Meets the Marshal, which is out now!

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large_3663_missymarshall_500x755He stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and slid his fingers to the apex of her legs. He cupped her womanhood with his large, warm hand.

A primitive growl escaped his throat, and she felt his cock harden under her stomach. “You’re sopping wet, darlin’,” he said, his voice low with lust. “What a naughty little girl you are. You liked getting spanked, didn’t you?” He gave her pussy a light swat. “You needed to be taught a lesson over my knee.”

The little spank to her most sensitive place delivered a shot of arousal and ache. Beth felt her face flush at his words. “I didn’t like the spanking, Grover. It hurt,” she whimpered, feeling as helpless under his pleasuring hand as she had under his punishing one.

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#SatSpanks “You’d best get yourself over my lap in a jiffy, young lady.”

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It’s that time again. It’s time for Saturday Spankings, and the timing is great. My story Missy Meets the Marshal will be released in less than a week (January 7), and I’m super excited about it. Set in the Old West, this story contains two truly despicable villains responsible for various acts of cruelty and murder. A suspenseful adventure parallels a sizzling love story between a town marshal and a troubled heroine. Of course, there are some discipline spankings, which are essential in the protagonists’ journey to love and safety. Readers who enjoyed The Unbraiding of Anna Brown will be happy to hear that  Carter and Anna both play big roles in this story and show up throughout to assist Missy and the Marshal.

So, without further ado, here’s this week’s excerpt.

“You’d best get yourself over my lap in a jiffy, young lady. Seems I need to repeat a few things I said only hours ago. It’s clear I didn’t get through to you.”

Missy scrambled to her feet and over his lap as fast as she could.

He settled his hand on her thigh. “Good girl,” he murmured. “That was quick. You want to obey me, don’t you?” He rubbed and inspected her bottom, still pink from the earlier spanking.

“I do so much, Grover. I want to please you.”

“I’m glad to hear that, but I’m not pleased with you at the moment. What did I tell you this morning […]?”

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#SatSpanks Another Excerpt from Missy Meets the Marshal

Howdy, y’all! I’ve got another excerpt from Missy Meets the Marshal, which will be released Jan. 7. Enjoy. She shifted her weight to one foot and looked down. “I’ve told you most everything important already. My name is Beth Jones. I’m a poor woman with no kin except for my daughter. My husband was killed… Continue reading #SatSpanks Another Excerpt from Missy Meets the Marshal