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

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.

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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.”

“Four more,” he said blandly.

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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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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.

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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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Happy New Year!

I hope that 2020 is off to a good start for you. I’ve been busily working on my next book, and it’s been challenging yet enjoyable to write. I won’t say much, since it’s still a few months away from being published, but I will say that if you’ve read my books, the heroine will be familiar to you. She appears as a secondary character in one of my recent novels and is a bonafide villainess. To say she could use some taming by a hard-handed, hard-headed alpha male would be an understatement.

At the moment, you dislike her, but by the time you read this book I’m working on, I think you’ll come to understand her. I love taking a two-dimensional character from one book and developing her into a three-dimensional character in another book, where the reader can discover what makes her tick and even identify with her flaws. And as a reader, I get a kick out of stories like this. In fact, I remember enjoying them even as a child. What comes to mind is Beverly Cleary’s Henry Huggins series. I thought Ramona was a huge pain in the ass when I read about her from Henry’s point of view, but in Beezus and Ramona I identified with her and wanted to cheer her on.

Anyway, that’s what’s currently in the works. I look forward to sharing the rest with you soon!

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“This will not be a harsh punishment. Only a little discipline to remind you never to call yourself ugly again.” He brought his hand down in a splat across both cheeks. It was not a gentle swat, but it wasn’t hard enough to cause anything but a sting. The next stroke caught the lowest part of her left cheek, and an identical stroke on her right quickly followed.

“Are you ever going to put yourself down again, Willow?” he asked sternly.

“No, sir,” she responded. Like before when she’d been over his lap, she felt completely submissive and eager to please him.

“Three more swats to make sure of that,” he said.

The spanks were delivered sharply one after the other and built up sufficient burning on her posterior to elicit a yelp at the end, but the discipline was much, much more lenient compared to the first spanking.

He rubbed her bottom. “Wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Mmmn, no, and that feels nice.”

“Your bottom is perfect. Soft skin. Plump little cheeks.” He gave one cheek a gratuitous squeeze before continuing to rub.

“You liked spanking me just now, didn’t you?” she asked, without any accusation in her tone.

He stopped rubbing. “I liked it about as much as you did.”

“I didn’t at all. You spank hard, and it hurts.”

“Hmm,” he responded. “I’m going to ask you to do something, and you can say no if you want. Alright?”

She didn’t know what he could possibly want her to do while in her current position, but she nodded. In that moment, she would have done anything he asked. The feeling of his hand on her bottom in such a proprietary, loving fashion caused her to feel especially obedient.

“Spread your legs and allow me to touch between them.”

Her breath caught. Never in her wildest dreams would she have guessed he would ask that. “What? Why?” she asked hoarsely.

“Because I want to prove something, and I also want to give you pleasure.” He smoothed his hand over her bottom down to her thigh, resting it there.

She looked at him over her shoulder and met his gaze. His expression was intense, but there was kindness in his eyes. “Remember, you can say no.”

“I’ll do it.”

“Brave girl,” he said. He smiled, and there was a glint of wickedness in his smile that made him appear just the slightest bit dangerous. “Go ahead then.”

Her heart picked up speed, but she was resolved to do as he asked. She buried her head in the quilt and shifted. She moved her thighs apart slightly, barely an inch. She lacked the courage to move them more, but Heath took over. He guided her leg toward him, then gently pushed her other leg away so that it dropped down over his knee and her toes touched the floor. She felt obscenely exposed with her legs sprawled so far apart, and the fanning of cool air that brushed her sex accentuated her exposure.

She held her breath as the tips of his calloused fingers scraped over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, from her inner knee upward, touching her with such exquisite slowness she felt as though she might burst before his fingers reached their destination.

When his fingers finally dipped into her slit, she convulsed and grasped the quilt with both hands. Heath took in a sharp breath. “It’s as I expected,” he said, his voice a rumbling growl. He slid a finger further, touching the little bundle of nerves and swirling his finger around it languidly.

Willow arched her back and gasped. The touch was more than she could stand, but she also didn’t want him to stop. “What’s as you expected?” she whimpered.

His finger stopped swirling, and he removed his hand briefly, before landing two heavy pats to her mound. He grasped the entirety of her pussy possessively. “You’re wet for me. You enjoyed that spanking as much as I did, and you’re aching for me to enter you, aren’t you, Willow?”

“I-I don’t know,” she said. But she did know. She wanted to feel him inside of her.

“Don’t lie,” he said mildly, giving her mound another spank. This time the swat landed painfully over her little nub, but the pain was quickly followed by pleasure as he resumed stroking around her sensitized sex. […]

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Amelia Smarts is back in the saddle again with a sweet but sexy western romance! Sparks fly and bottoms burn as Ms. Smarts brings the old west to life in the way that only she can. This is, without a doubt, one of the best books I have read this year. ~USA Today Bestselling Author Kelly Dawson

About Bringing Trouble Home

Widowed rancher Heath Wolfe worries he’s making a big mistake by bringing Willow McAllister home to his ranch. A known troublemaker around town, she can’t seem to keep a job or avoid skirmishes with the law, so the town marshal implores Heath to help. While Heath agrees to employ Willow, he certainly won’t allow misbehavior, and he’s even prepared to take the willful young lady over his knee for a sound spanking if warranted.

Orphaned and alone for several years, nineteen-year-old Willow is used to taking care of herself. She sleeps wherever she can find a soft surface and roams freely. She doesn’t drink whiskey every night and she only steals when she has to, so it doesn’t seem fair when the marshal insists she give up her freedom to work for Heath. She suspects that the rancher is as humorless as he is handsome.

Heath and Willow are as different as two people can be, but a tentative friendship forms. Old habits die hard, though, and it doesn’t take long for Willow to engage in familiar shenanigans. When problems arise, will Heath regret bringing trouble home, or has Willow finally found a man who can steer her straight?

Publisher’s Note: Bringing Trouble Home 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.

*Cover design by Eris Adderly
*Edited by Maggie Ryan
*Beta read by Kelly Dawson and Susannah Shannon

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Cover reveal! Naughty new book coming soon!

Greetings, lovely readers! Guess what’s coming October 16? If you guessed a new book from me, then you’d be right. I’m so very excited to share this book with you. It’s a historical western domestic discipline romance, which is my absolute favorite thing in the world to write. Plus, I fell in love with these characters while creating them, and I hope you get a kick out of them too.

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About Bringing Trouble Home

Widowed rancher Heath Wolfe worries he’s making a big mistake by bringing Willow McAllister home to his ranch. A known troublemaker around town, she can’t seem to keep a job or avoid skirmishes with the law, so the town marshal implores Heath to help. While Heath agrees to employ Willow, he certainly won’t allow misbehavior, and he’s even prepared to take the willful young lady over his knee for a sound spanking if warranted.

Orphaned and alone for several years, nineteen-year-old Willow is used to taking care of herself. She sleeps wherever she can find a soft surface and roams freely. She doesn’t drink whiskey every night and she only steals when she has to, so it doesn’t seem fair when the marshal insists she give up her freedom to work for Heath. She suspects that the rancher is as humorless as he is handsome.

Heath and Willow are as different as two people can be, but a tentative friendship forms. Old habits die hard, though, and it doesn’t take long for Willow to engage in familiar shenanigans. When problems arise, will Heath regret bringing trouble home, or has Willow finally found a man who can steer her straight?

Publisher’s Note: Bringing Trouble Home 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.

*Cover design by Eris Adderly
*Edited by Maggie Ryan
*Beta read by Kelly Dawson and Susannah Shannon

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Amelia Smarts is back in the saddle again with a sweet but sexy western romance! Sparks fly and bottoms burn as Ms. Smarts brings the old west to life in the way that only she can. This is, without a doubt, one of the best books I have read this year. ~USA Today Bestselling Author Kelly Dawson

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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.

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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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