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No Dawdling Allowed #SatSpanks #Audible #Giveaway

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Old West Romance · Saturday Spankings

#SatSpanks: I’m willing to blister your bottom

theunbraidingofannabrown_seriesGood morning! I’m going old school this morning and breaking out an excerpt from my very first spanking book, The Unbraiding of Anna Brown. The reason for this step back into the past is because the Audible version of Unbraiding has just been released. I listened to it, and the narrator Delynn Campbell is fantastic. He sounds just how I pictured Carter’s voice — serious and deep. Although this is the second book in my Lone Star Love series, it is completely standalone.

Enjoy this excerpt from smack-dab in the middle of a spanking scene.

“You’ve chosen an odd time to be stubborn. Sounds to me like you need your bottom to be a whole lot sorer than I’d originally intended.”  The swats rained down hard and fast.  “And believe me, I’m more than willing to blister your bottom if that’s what you need. Is that what you need, young lady?”

He ignored her protests and denials as he collected her wandering wrist in his left hand, pinned it to her side, and held her body tight against his. She couldn’t move an inch. 

He leaned over and said his next words close to her ear, “This isn’t a game, and I won’t tolerate you messing around when you’re being disciplined. Do you hear me? You’re about to learn a very painful lesson about what happens when you misbehave over my lap.” 

He punished her then, the swats different from before. Every spank was solid, severe, and followed by another at lightning speed. Five landed one on top of the other where her left cheek met her thigh. He applied the same punishment to her right cheek. She screamed for him to stop after the first two painful strokes then let out a long wail that lasted throughout the rest.

After the tenth swat, he stopped and asked for a third time, “Why won’t I tolerate your reckless behavior?” His grip on her remained firm.

If you’re interested in listening to the rest, you can find the audio version on Audible and Amazon.

If you’re like me and prefer to read as opposed to listen to your stories, the eBook is available in these places:

The Unbraiding of Anna Brown

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#SatSpanks: I will hold you after your punishment

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When thinking about which excerpt to use for Saturday Spankings this week, I decided I wanted to post something involving Carter, who is arguably my sweetest hero. However, as I was perusing the books he shows up in (all three in the Lone Star Love series), I was reminded that despite his mild nature, he’s still not a man to be tested. The following is an excerpt from The Unbraiding of Anna Brown, in which that is quite clear. Enjoy!

“Bend over the bed and lift up your skirt and petticoat.”

“Oh, Carter,” she cried. She moved her body into his and placed a hand on his chest. “Will you not even hold me in your lap while punishing me? Are you that angry with me?”

Carter remained as hard and immobile as a brick wall. “Yes, I am. Do as I say.” Seeing the injured look on her face, he added, “I will hold you plenty after your punishment, Anna, make no mistake about that.”

She backed away from him, turned, and bent over the bed. She arranged her skirt and petticoat over her back. Carter looked at her drawers and without a word pulled the tie that released the thin material from her backside as she buried her face into the thick quilt. Carter unbuckled his belt and drew it out from the loops of his pants. Anna’s head shot up at the noise. She looked back at him as he folded the belt in two.

“Please, Carter. Surely what I did wasn’t so grievous as to earn me a whipping.”

“It was, and I’ll be sure to explain why as you feel each kiss of my belt. Put your hands out in front of you, palms down on the bed.”


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The Unbraiding of Anna Brown

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#SatSpanks: Are you going to whip me?

detail_3605_TheUnbraidingOfAnnaBrown_200x300Today I’d like to share from my very first book, The Unbraiding of Anna Brown, about a hardened widower who awakens from grief when met by a sweet, headstrong young woman in need of some old-fashioned discipline. This scene is the aftermath of Carter finding Anna in the stall with his most dangerous stallion.

Leaning down, Carter kissed Anna on the forehead, which took her breath away almost as much as his next words.

“Stand up, Anna, and turn around.”

Her eyes widened. She stood slowly. He didn’t look angry anymore, but he was still holding the quirt. “Are you going to whip me?” she asked, her voice pitiful and far less brave than she would have liked.

“Yes, honey. Only twice, and not to punish you. It’s to communicate something very important, lest my leniency today gives you the wrong idea.”

She turned to face the wall. A few seconds later she felt the moderate sting of two smacks on her heavily clad bottom. She winced, but the strokes weren’t hard enough to make her cry out. Taking her arm, Carter guided her around to face him again.

“Think about that if you’re tempted to visit Tuck again. This is your first time doing something truly dangerous since you started working for me, so I don’t have it in me to be hard on you. However, I won’t hesitate to apply that whip thirty more times if you give me cause to fear for your safety again, and I’ll do it on your unfortunate bare bottom.”

About The Unbraiding of Anna Brown

Anna wanted a job but was unprepared for the emotional labor she would endure when she convinced Carter to hire her to keep house and mind his small son after the death of his wife. She discovers that the gentle, teasing demeanor she’d witnessed from the cowboy previously has been buried along with his wife, forcing her to contend with the glowering, ill-tempered man who snaps at her and doesn’t notice or appreciate her earnest efforts. She quietly suffers his apathy and impatience until a single snub pushes her to her breaking point, causing her to take drastic action to get his attention.

Carter didn’t expect such behavior from this sweet, innocent girl. It startles him out of his stupor long enough to feel his palm itching to connect with her naughty backside. He finds himself slowly drawn out of his grief and depression thanks to the gutsy, but kind female presence in his life.

Anna discovers that the return of the cowboy’s awareness and ability to care means he is on to her penchant for danger and recklessness, and he’s not having it. She finds herself getting the bare-bottomed spanking of her life, and feels loved by a man for the first time. Then he abruptly ends her employment. Anna flees, devastated and confused, and Carter knows he must straighten her—and the situation—out before he can claim the infuriating and enchanting woman as his wife.

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#SatSpanks: I’ll punish this naughty bottom of yours

coverIt’s Saturday, which means it’s time for spankings! I’ve  got a snippet to share from my story that is included in an anthology with fellow authors Maisy Archer, Jane Henry, and Susannah Shannon. In this anthology, called Sunstrokes: Four Hot Tales of Punishment and Pleasure, we each wrote a story about characters from our previous novels. I chose to write about Anna and Carter from my Lone Star Love series. Hope you enjoy!

“Are you going to obey me from now on, Anna Barnes?” he asked, ramming into her hard.

Her breath hitched. “Yes, sir,” she whispered. 

Her submissive response elicited a predatory growl from him. Carter slapped her bottom and grabbed on. Clutching her well-spanked cheeks, he said, “Believe me, I’ll punish this naughty bottom of yours if you don’t. Next time with my belt.”

He felt the shiver go through her and her cunt tighten around his cock. She stared at him, her eyes hazy with need and desire.

“My bad little angel,” Carter said, gazing into her eyes with a wicked grin, knowing his threat of punishment had brought her that much closer to release. 

Carter leaned against her, flattening her breasts with his hard chest. “Come for me, darlin’,” he coaxed in a soft voice against her neck as he continued to stretch and fill her, his piercing rhythm as demanding as his voice was gentle.

Read the first chapter from this story here.

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Aftercare – The sweetest part of a spanking

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

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

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

Cover ImageFrom The Unbraiding of Anna Brown

The final four swats were firm and measured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Read more about The Unbraiding of Anna Brown.

large_3663_missymarshall_500x755From Missy Meets the Marshal

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Read more about Missy Meets the Marshal.

fetchingcharolotterose_fullFrom Fetching Charlotte Rose

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

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

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

“Yes. Thank you, Max.”

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

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

Read more about Fetching Charlotte Rose.

hislittleredlilyFrom His Little Red Lily

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Read more about His Little Red Lily.

claimedbythemountainman_fullFrom Claimed by the Mountain Man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#SatSpanks Excerpt from The Unbraiding of Anna Brown

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Hey everyone! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and can relax in new comfy pajamas today with a mug of hot cocoa and a good book – perhaps a western romance set in the late 1800s with a girl named Anna and some braids that need unbraiding.

In a nutshell, The Unbraiding of Anna Brown tells the story of a hardened widower who slowly awakens from grief when faced with Anna, a sweet and willful young lady in need of some old-fashioned discipline. Hope you enjoy this excerpt.

“All right, young lady, you’re going to turn yourself over my lap. You’ve had a spanking coming for some time now, and I intend to give it to you right now, right smart.”

Anna gave him the wide-eyed expression he had anticipated.

“Lickety-split, or it’ll be worse for you.” Taking her arm, he guided the surprised yet compliant girl over his legs. The curve of her shapely bottom upturned on his lap was such a pretty site that he waited no longer than a second before he gave it a solid spank.

Anna gasped. “Carter, I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand, darlin’?”

“I don’t understand why you’re spanking me!”

“Oh, that.” He grinned and spanked her some more, the swats no harder than firm pats over her dress and petticoat. “Did you really think I’d let you get away with […]”

Wish I could tell you what he’s not letting her get away with, but that would be a spoiler, so my lips are sealed.


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