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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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.”
The kiss was urgent, insistent. It demanded as much as it gave, and she couldn’t help but respond. Her mouth opened of its own accord, accepting his exploration of her tongue, dancing in a rhythm they created.
His chest pressed against hers, causing her aching breasts to flatten. His body was hard, and she felt as soft as dough, molding herself to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him to her, wanting for the kiss to last forever. His lips traveled south, along her neck to her shoulder, bringing every bit of her flesh to life.
He pulled away and looked into her eyes with what appeared to be a question of whether she wanted him to continue.
She smiled at him. “I assure you, I want you to kiss me. You may continue.”
His lips twitched. “I may continue, huh?”
“Yes. Have you ever kissed a woman as comely as me?”
“No, certainly not.”
Her smile broadened, satisfied that she was the best woman he’d ever had in his arms. But when he made no move to continue the kiss, and instead only drew her head to rest on his shoulder, lust bordering on desperation coursed through her. The thought of not having his lips against hers made her nearly frantic.
It was without much thought that she turned her head and sank her teeth into his shoulder.
He didn’t flinch. But for hearing a sharp intake of air, she wouldn’t have known he felt the bite at all. His hand traveled from her back to the nape of her neck. Threading his fingers through her loose hair, he wound it into his grip and tugged her head back. Her neck was exposed, like a lamb about to be slaughtered.
His voice was a growl. “Do you want to be punished, princess? Is that why you bit me?”
“N-no.” A pause to think. “Maybe. All I know is I don’t want you to stop kissing me. I want to forget that I’m a proper lady.” She hardly recognized her own voice. It was high and pleading, as though she begged for her life.
“I told you at the restaurant that you wouldn’t like what would happen if you bit me. Didn’t I?”
“Oh, god, yes,” she whimpered. His words only served to excite her more. A realization about herself hit her like a punch to the gut. All her life, she had hoped for a moment like this. Her rude comments, her goading, her sarcasm—all she’d done in hopes that a strong man would notice and respond. Up to that point, men had been repelled by it, her beauty not strong enough to offset her goading. But Frank was prepared to actually punish her, and she realized she infinitely preferred that to being dismissed and ignored.
He released her hair and took a step back. The sudden loss of his body’s heat seemed in and of itself a punishment. “Walk to the front of the classroom,” he told her.
On wobbling legs, Victoria obeyed, sensing that he was right behind her. She scanned the room for a dunce hat and chair, thinking he might humiliate her that way as punishment, but instead he told her to go stand in the corner.
“Touch the corner with your nose and wait for instructions.”
She could hardly believe she was obeying. She had never in her life been subjected to punishment. She’d only been indulged, and to have a man disciplining her at the age of nineteen made her feel a strange mixture of remorse and arousal.
It seemed like ages that she waited there in the corner, longing to hear his voice in the silence and to feel his touch.
She couldn’t have predicted what he’d finally say. “Take off your drawers.” His casual tone indicated he expected to be obeyed, despite how outlandish the request seemed to her.
She hesitated, and he spoke again, his voice even deeper. “Do it now, princess. Delay and your punishment will be worse.”
Her hands fumbled under her skirts, finding their way to the ties. Though he ordered her in a tone that brooked no argument, she knew that if she refused to comply and instead strode out the door, he would do nothing to stop her. But she wanted to be punished, and he knew it. Otherwise, why would she have bitten him?
Her acceptance of punishment didn’t make it easier to bear. Her face flamed, and she was grateful to be facing the walls of the corner as she wrestled her drawers down her legs and out from under her feet.
“Good girl,” his voice rumbled, from directly behind her.
For a reason she could not understand, his small praise caused her eyes to sting with unshed tears. He didn’t speak again for some time. She waited there in silence, holding her drawers in her hand, studying the chinking between the logs of the wall. The stretch of time allowed her to come to terms with what was happening, and at the same time added to the anticipation. The air of the room felt electrified. Though she felt uncommonly warm, gooseflesh appeared over her arms, and her breathing grew ragged.
His voice was deep with authority when he spoke again. “Turn around, hand your drawers to me, and open your mouth.”
As though being controlled by some force not her own, she pivoted and met his eyes. Was he serious? Did he really expect her to hand him her drawers and open her mouth like a fish gasping for air on land? He raised an eyebrow, telling her without speaking that he was indeed serious, and something in his expression told her she would be unwise to question him.
She thought about refusing. He was not forcing her to do anything. But inexplicably, her desire to submit to him was even stronger than her humiliation. She handed him her drawers.
“Thank you, princess,” he said, taking them from her. She had just sewed the drawers with great care a fortnight ago, adding a silk bow as embellishment, hoping but not guessing that a man would set eyes on them so soon.
“Naughty young ladies who bite don’t get the privilege of wearing underclothes. Your bottom must be bare for me when I spank it,” he said. He lifted his hand and traced his thumb along her cheek.
“Oh,” she whimpered. Humiliation washed over her, and at the same time excitement over the prospect of getting spanked by the cowboy schoolmaster caused her stomach to flutter. The skirts of her lace petticoat brushed her bare bottom, making her feel as if she were already naked, though she was still covered from head to toe.
“I believe I told you to open your mouth,” he said.
She parted her lips, in more of a gasp than in obedience.
“Wider,” he growled.
She did as he asked, feeling ridiculous and exposed. She much preferred for her mouth to be open when his was against it, not gaping alone while being observed.
He stuffed her drawers into her mouth, and she tasted her own essence the moment the fabric met her tongue. She moaned and closed her eyes, unable to bear looking at him. She wondered if he had felt how damp with need her drawers were when he held them. Did he know that from his very first order, he had aroused her to the point of moistening her own clothing?
“Do you like having your mouth stuffed, princess?” Frank asked.
Her eyes closed, she gave a quick shake of her head. No, she did not like it, and it took all her restraint to keep from spitting the material out of her mouth.
“Good. You’re not supposed to. Can’t bite so easily now, can you? Your gag will also stifle your cries as I spank your naughty bare bottom.”
Her eyes flew open. Now that it was about to happen, she did not want the spanking. She wanted to tell him that she’d been punished enough, simply by being forced to taste her own arousal, but she couldn’t speak.
He must have seen the sudden distress in her eyes, for his own eyes softened, and he cupped her chin. “You’ve accepted your punishment well so far. Can you be brave and accept the rest?”
His kind voice put her at ease, somehow. He was punishing her, but he was not going to harm her. A calm washed over her. She wanted to please him, to show him that she could accept punishment, and she nodded at him.
“Brave girl,” he said, offering her a small smile. He took her hand in his and led her to his desk. Gently, he pressed her forward until her chest touched the flat wood.
As he lifted her first skirt, the green linen fabric of her dress, he said, “I’m going to spank you five times with the ruler.”
She spotted the implement next to her. It was the standard twelve inches long and made of thick wood. She clenched her bottom at the thought of it meeting her bare flesh.
“After each stroke, I will pause and wait for you to pat the desk with your left hand, indicating that you are ready for me to continue. Pat the desk now so that I can see you understand.”
She obeyed, patting the desk.
“If you feel you can’t take anymore, pat the desk with your right hand and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”
She nodded and made a sound of agreement through her gag as he lifted her second skirt, the first of two petticoats. When he removed the final layer, air kissed her bare bottom, and she shivered as she marveled at her position, bent over a desk by her handsome, damaged beau who was keen to teach her a lesson. No man had ever seen her in such a state of undress. How many times had she removed her clothing and peered into a mirror to admire her body, which in her opinion was lovelier than most of the ladies she’d assisted with dressing?
Until this moment, she’d always felt so unseen. When she’d imagined herself being viewed and touched by a man for the first time, it was not like this, and yet it seemed perfectly fitting. She had behaved badly for some time. She had been jealous and vain and miserly. Her behavior had gone unchecked, and a deep loneliness had set in. Bent over the desk, her loneliness was gone, replaced by apprehension and a longing to be loved and accepted.
Frank couldn’t have known this, could he? As far as he was concerned, she was being punished simply for biting him, but it felt like so much more. It felt like he had stripped away the layers of her soul as well as her clothing.
When the first stroke of the ruler met her buttocks, 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. “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.
Enough to make both sets of cheeks blush, don’t you think?
In my last blog post, I posed the question, Do you like reading sexual humiliation in romance?, and provided an excerpt from my upcoming book. Your responses were overwhelmingly “YES!” with some exceptions. That tells me a few things: 1) I’m not alone in my taste for this particular kink; 2) The right people are subscribed to my blog; and 3) You’re going to like my new book.
Following is another spanking excerpt from Taming Tori, which comes out on July 17. It will be available in Kindle Unlimited upon its release, or you can pre-order it now.
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“Are you ready for the lecture, or should I continue the spanking?” he asked.
“Spanking,” she said bravely.
“Very well.” He hauled her forward over his leg. “Here, spread your legs a little. Just like that, yes.” With gentle maneuvering that was markedly different from his punishing hand, he guided her thighs apart and positioned them over his leg. Her bare pussy felt every ripple of material pressed against it. His trousers made of wool lightly scraped her sensitive lower lips and clitoris. To her horror, her belly tightened with unmistakable arousal, and her legs quivered. She wondered if this sexual humiliation was part of the punishment. Why else would he press her bare womanhood against his muscled leg and spread her legs so obscenely. No doubt he could see every bit of her private parts. She couldn’t find any words to protest, and wasn’t sure if she would want to protest even if she could.
Cool wood tapped against her bottom. It was so unexpected that she arched her back and gasped.
“I told you to relax,” he said, and pressed her shoulders gently so that she was loose again. “You knew you’d be punished with your hairbrush. I’m not going to lie, this is going to hurt. You’ll learn an important lesson from it, and that’s not to delay punishment in the future.”
“I thought you were going to spank, not lecture,” she hissed as her heartbeat quickened. Fear had the effect of making her snippy.
He no doubt understood that she was reacting from fear because he did not respond to her statement. Instead, he responded by comforting her. “It will be over soon, and I would never cause you any harm, just a little well-deserved pain.”
She relaxed upon hearing his words, mostly because it was comforting to know he understood that her snippy remark was born of fear. Frank always seemed to understand her, which was why, she supposed, that she was willing to submit to something as embarrassing as a bare-bottomed spanking while straddled over his knee.
“Six with the hairbrush,” he declared, before bringing it down smartly across the fleshiest part of her left cheek. She let out a high-pitched yell. The pain was sharp and searing, as though he’d placed a branding iron on her flesh. Before she could recover, he branded her right cheek the same way.
“Oh, my god!” she cried. “That’s awful, it hurts like the devil.”
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.
“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?”
“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.
Greetings, 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).
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.
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.”
Hello, 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!
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.
I’m excited to share that the third standalone book in my Mail-Order Grooms series, Justice for Elsie, is live on Amazon! It’s only $2.99 or free if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber. This will likely be the last book published as part of this series.
To some of you, the book may look familiar because it’s an expanded version of a story that appeared in the Hero Undercover anthology, called Justice, Roughly. I decided to develop it a bit and release it as part of the Grooms series.
About Justice for Elsie
Elsie Fin is hell-bent on revenge against her father’s murderer. She develops a successful cattle-rustling operation as payback but is soon in over her head. That’s when she decides she needs a good husband, a man strong enough to take control and loyal enough to protect her from the law, so she places a mail-order groom advertisement in the paper.
While Elsie seeks her groom, she hires Wyatt Parker to help her around the ranch. Little does she know, he’s actually an undercover deputy tasked with gaining her trust and verifying the marshal’s suspicion of her theft.
Wyatt never imagined a beautiful, sweet woman like Elsie would be the mastermind behind such a serious illegal activity. Soon his loyalties are split between the law and a woman whose kindness and vulnerability bring out powerful feelings of tenderness in him.
Compelled to protect the wayward woman, Wyatt makes covert plans to rescue her, reasoning that Elsie is more in need of a spanking than life in prison. But will she end up behind bars or married to her mail-order groom before Wyatt can reveal his feelings for her and carry out his plan to save her?
Warning: Justice for Elsie is a historical western romance containing sexual scenes and domestic discipline, including punishment spanking. If these themes offend you, please don’t buy this book.
Author’s note: This is an expanded version of the story previously titled Justice, Roughly, which appeared in the Hero Undercover anthology.
Although Justice for Elsie is completely standalone, if you haven’t read the first two books in the Mail-Order Grooms series, you might want to grab them now! Handling Susannah is only $0.99 and Catching Betsy is only $2.99. Of course, they’re all free for Kindle Unlimited subscribers.
Excerpt from Justice for Elsie
Elsie’s heart pounded. What had caused Wyatt such anger? He strode the few steps to her and grasped her arm near the shoulder. “You have a death wish, woman?” When she didn’t respond, he asked, “What were you thinking, drawing your gun on a man having words with me? He could have killed you!”
“I-I wanted to protect you,” she stammered, trying to wrench her arm free, to no avail. His grip wasn’t tight enough to inflict anything more than discomfort, but it was unyielding. Wyatt was a powerful man, much more powerful than she’d realized.
“I don’t need you to protect me, Elsie,” he bellowed. “I don’t need any woman coming in the middle of my argument with another man, putting herself in danger on my behalf.” He gave her a shake. “You listening to me, woman?”
She’d never seen this severe, chastising side to Wyatt, and she felt desperate for him to understand her motivation. “But it’s not your fight, it’s mine. And you’re injured! I didn’t want him to hurt you.”
“I would prefer for me to lose a fistfight than for you to lose a gunfight… or win one, for that matter, and end up in prison!” He walked with purpose toward the front of the barn, hauling her along with him.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked, though she had a strong suspicion of his intention when he dragged her in the direction of the bench.
He sat down and dragged her between his legs before toppling her over his right knee. Wyatt wrapped his other leg over hers, pinning her in place. His left hand fell in such a hard swat on her clothed bottom that she gasped and arched upward.
“Teaching you a lesson about safety,” he growled. Grasping the waist of her trousers, he tugged them down, while she squirmed helplessly between his legs.
She felt mortified when the cool morning air wafted over her bare bottom. Before, she’d felt some measure of control. Now she felt like a bad little girl, helpless to prevent her punishment, especially when he proceeded with giving her naked backside a proper, no-nonsense tanning. Sharp swats peppered her bottom and the tops of her thighs, causing such a sting that tears flooded her eyes nearly immediately. “Stop this, Wyatt! I’m ordering you to stop.”
“Order away, missy,” he responded, smacking even harder. “You aren’t in charge at the moment.” Her whole bottom blazed, with each spank igniting a new fire on her poor unprotected cheeks.
“Ow!” she sobbed. “Wyatt, please. I was trying to help you; I don’t deserve this!”
“Ha!” he responded. “I don’t know of anyone who deserves this more. Would your pa have let you go and do something so dangerous without consequences?”
His mention of her father brought forth a new wave of grief and pain. She’d acted recklessly ever since her father’s death, a result of hatred for her neighbor and grief over how her pa had died before his time. No one had ever cared to stop her. “No, he would want me safe. Please, it hurts…”
He stopped spanking and rested his hand on her hot bottom. “I want you safe too, Elsie. I care about you. That’s the only reason I’m blistering your backside.”
What’s better than one Daddy Dom? You guessed it: Two! I’m thrilled to announce that Cowboy Daddies: Two WesternRomances has hit the shelves. I wrote one of the stories, and Jane Henry wrote the other.
This is the first book I’ve written that takes place in a contemporary setting as opposed to the old west. You’ll notice, however, that it’s still a western like my other books. I didn’t veer too far off course!
It was fun to write about a ranch that has pickup trucks in addition to horses. My cowboy uses a cell phone. Not once did he have to ride to town and send a telegram, and spankings did not involve removal of drawers and petticoats. Ha!
I loved writing this story. One thing I’ve noticed as an author is that some stories just seem to flow, like they were dammed up in my brain waiting to be set free. This was one of those stories.
Cowboy Daddies: Two Western Romances includes novellas from bestselling spanking romance authors Amelia Smarts and Jane Henry. These novellas tell the story of sisters Abigail and Daisy Jones and the stern, handsome cowboy daddies who take them in hand.
Part One by Amelia Smarts
Eighteen-year-old orphan Abigail Jones has been doing her best to survive while also saving money to put her younger sister through college one day, but when she takes up residence in an abandoned bunkhouse at a ranch she quickly ends up in trouble with the ranch’s owner.
After he catches Abigail trespassing and riding his favorite horse without permission, Clay Ashton scolds her thoroughly. He also makes it clear that she’ll be coming back to his house for a proper meal, whether she likes it or not, and when the beautiful, sassy girl refuses to accept his charity he doesn’t hesitate to take her over his knee for a sound spanking.
Though being punished like a naughty little girl leaves Abigail blushing crimson, she cannot deny her body’s reaction to Clay’s strict chastisement, and soon enough she is calling him daddy and promising to be good. Over the coming weeks she learns what it means to be guided, corrected, and cared for by a firm but loving daddy. But when her pride causes her to make a terrible mistake, can Clay show her that no matter what she will always be his little girl?
Part Two by Jane Henry
In the three months since she came to live with Abigail and Clay, eighteen-year-old Daisy Jones has grown ever more enthralled by the ranch’s tall, ruggedly handsome foreman, Shane Weston. Unfortunately, Shane seems to view her as nothing more than a naughty little girl, and he even threatens to spank her if her irresponsible behavior disrupts Abigail and Clay’s wedding.
After Abigail and Clay depart for their honeymoon, Daisy’s defiant attitude and constant disobedience finally push Shane too far and he puts her over his knee for the spanking she so desperately needs. Ashamed yet undeniably turned on, Daisy looks with different eyes at the man who has taken on the role of her strict but caring daddy.
Taming a girl as headstrong as Daisy will not be easy, however, and Shane’s firm-handed correction will frequently be required to keep her in line. But when Daisy’s past mistakes come back to haunt her and she deceives Shane about the situation, will he discover the truth and teach his little girl never to lie to her daddy again?
Publisher’s Note: Cowboy Daddies: Two Western Romances includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
“All right, that’s it,” he growled. “Seems like the seat of your jeans is in need of a good dusting. I warned you.” He strode to a stump, sat down, and proceeded to roll up his sleeve. “Come here and lie over my lap.”
Her mouth dropped open. He’d finished securing his sleeve and had splayed his right hand on his knee before she found her tongue. “You’re out of your fucking mind if you think I’m going to just walk to you to get… s-sp…”
“Spanked?” he finished for her. “Watch your language, especially when you’re about to be punished. And you are going to come and present yourself over my knee because if you don’t do so in the next thirty seconds, I’m going to do it for you, and if I have to do that, it won’t be a few swats with my hand. I’ll take my belt to you.”
Her eyes rounded into two large saucers. She shook her head. “Okay, okay. You win. I won’t swear anymore, and I’ll ride back to the barn and accept a meal.”
He almost smiled, remembering how he used to promise to behave in the vain hope it would get him out of a punishment, but it was always too late, just like it was too late for her. “You certainly will, after your spanking.”
She took a step back. “Please… Don’t hurt me.” Her eyes had lost all of their defiance and conveyed only fear.
She was right to be apprehensive about a spanking. Spankings hurt, after all, but he didn’t like that she looked so afraid. He held out his hand, and his voice was gentler when he spoke. “Come here. It’ll hurt, but not too badly and the pain won’t last.” He wouldn’t abandon the discipline. He always followed through on his word, but he almost wanted to forego it after seeing the look of fear in her eyes.
Luckily, his words seemed to allow her fear to abate slightly, though she still looked plenty worried. He was pleased when she walked to him, and when she placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her over his lap, that earned her a ‘good girl.’
Her jeans stretched tight around her cheeks, prominently displaying her feminine curves. She was a pretty little brat, and she seemed so very small and vulnerable now that all her big talk had gone silent and she was positioned to receive a spanking. When he smoothed his hand over her bottom, her breath hitched. His hand looked giant resting on her small form, and it made him aware of how much he would need to hold back in order not to punish her too harshly.
“So, you’ve been calling me Dad like a rebellious teenager and goading me, which makes me believe this kind of paternal discipline is just the thing for you.”