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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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Mary Quite Contrary is LIVE on Amazon!

Release day is here at last!

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

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

What will you find inside Mary Quite Contrary?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

About This Book

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

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

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

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

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

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New book release! Dominant cowboy, feisty celestial bride

It’s here! The much-anticipated standalone sequel to Given to the Highlander is live and available to purchase on Amazon (free in Kindle Unlimited). 

Amazon is still working on getting the two books in the Earthside Brides series linked together on a series page, but Given to the Cowboy is published and available for immediate download. Don’t wait! 

Punishment Spanking Excerpt

As soon as her feet hit the ground, Isaac commanded, “You go wait for me in our room.” He didn’t check to see if she acknowledged the order, but turned and told Pete to put the horse up and then help Uncle Frank in the garden.

The staircase loomed, and she had to force herself to climb it. Once she reached the bedroom, she stood awkwardly, unsure of what she was supposed to do. Priscilla had spoken about standing in the corner, but Isaac hadn’t asked her to do that. Perhaps he wouldn’t bare her bottom either. Glancing out the window, she saw Pete and Uncle Frank working in the garden.

Isaac’s footsteps on the stairs made her heart race. She spun to face him as he shut the door firmly behind him. 

“I’m sorry you had to go back to the store,” she blurted. It dawned on her then that he had allowed Priscilla to tease him rather than tell everyone she’d acted foolishly.

“Yes, I had to go back to the store, but the issue at hand,” he began to roll up his right shirtsleeve, “is that you disobeyed me.”

“I didn’t know it was so important to obey you.”

“After today, you will know,” he said grimly.

She had faced a possible execution calmly and yet now found herself trembling over a spanking. Licking her dry lips, she whispered, “Will you tell me what you’ll do to me?”

He sat on the bed. “When your bottom is bare, you’ll go over my knee. Then I’ll spank you. I’m sorry you’re so frightened, but you earned a spanking and you’re getting one. It’s a punishment, so it will hurt, but it’ll be over soon.” Isaac reached out a hand. “Come here, please.”

She hadn’t expected him to say please. He had all the power, the warm house, the legal right to punish her, and yet, he said please.

Her feet slowly inched her closer to him until she stood in front of him.

“Good girl. Lift your skirts.”

Aurora awkwardly gathered her skirts up. Isaac untied the drawstring of her drawers and held her hand while she stepped out of them. He leaned back and she nervously lowered herself across his lap.

He laid her skirts over her back. “I expect you to obey me.” 

Cool air brushed over the bare skin of her buttocks, and her face flamed. It made it especially embarrassing, somehow, to have only her bottom exposed to her husband, while the rest of her body was fully covered. Unlike when she undressed for lovemaking and felt strong and beautiful, baring herself for punishment made her feel small and naughty.

He rubbed his hand in circles over her naked cheeks, as though he were painting targets. Before she could brace herself, he landed two sharp swats, one on each cheek. “Look at you. Married only one day and already getting your bottom warmed for disobeying me.”

He continued to spank her, moving from side to side, sometimes smacking the same spot several times in row so that she could never acclimate herself to the discomfort. Aurora was determined not to cry, and she set her jaw.

“When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do as I say. Understood?”

“Yes,” she said in a small voice. She’d never felt so small and embarrassed. Her entire bottom felt hot, and when he laid a few well-placed swats across the tops of her thighs, she gasped. “Ow!” Without thinking, she threw her hand back to cover herself, but Isaac didn’t miss a beat. He swiftly and gently pinned her wrist to the small of her back and continued to punish her.

“Don’t attempt to evade punishment. You know you’ve earned this.”

She drummed her toes against the floor as he spanked the juncture of her buttocks and thighs—not as hard as he’d spanked her bottom, but somehow it hurt even worse.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take another swat, he stopped. “Are you learning your lesson?” he asked.

She heard a clattering of wood against wood and cast a worried look over her shoulder to find Isaac picking up the hairbrush from the side table. The spanking with his hand had stung so badly, she couldn’t imagine how the hard wood would feel against her tender skin.

“Oh, no, no, no!” she cried.

“No, you’ve not learned your lesson?”

“I have!” she cried. “It’s unnecessary to punish me further.” “I’ll decide what’s necessary.” He released her wrist. “Touch the floor with your palms.” He shifted her forward so that her legs dangled in the air. “That’s it. Don’t let up until your punishment is over. If you do, I’ll start from the beginning. Do you understand?”

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Taming Tori is LIVE on Amazon

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

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

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

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

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

Reviewers are raving!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Naughty NSFW Excerpt

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

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

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

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

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

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Straddling his knee during a spanking

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.”

“Four more,” he said blandly.

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Do you like reading sexual humiliation in romance? 🔥

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stay still, princess,” he drawled.

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

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

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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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Bringing-Trouble-Home-v1.0Editorial Review

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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Editorial Review

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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