Warrior, by Cara Bristol

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I am so excited! Warrior is finally live! I love this series by Cara Bristol, and have already fallen in love with the sexy Urazi (Gawd, the man knows how to fake Alpha!) , and the super awesome, “I wannabe like” Anika. I’d say more, but I want to get back to reading.  So here’s the cool stuff from Cara. :)

Warrior (Breeder 3) blurb

A female fighting for freedom. A male armed with determination. Can they save their people?

As a despotic Qalin marches through Parseon intent on conquering every province, Commander Marlix pledges his sister to another Alpha to protect her. Desperate to decide her own fate, Anika flees and finds refuge with the guerilla resistance movement against Qalin. Marlix’s aide Urazi hunts her down to bring her home to fulfill her duty. But when love blossoms between them, and provinces fall to Qalin, Anika and Urazi realize home has ceased to exist, and they are all that stand between the people of Parseon and the end of the world.

Warrior is the third and final book of the Breeder science fiction romance series, but it can be read as a stand-alone.

 

Warrior (Breeder 3) excerpt – 834 words

“Hold steady. Grip the stock from below with your left hand. Do not get in the way of the bolt.” Grogan stepped so close, his hardened manhood prodded Anika’s left flank. She gritted her teeth, and considered dropping her trigger finger to reach into her boot for Tara’s knitting needle.

Yes. Hold steady now, Grogan.

“Line your target between the crosshairs.”

Target in sight. Anika closed her left eye and peered through the scope with her right at the life-size outline of a male sketched in soot on an unrolled parchment scroll tacked to a tree fifty meters away. Focused on the round smudge, center torso.

Grogan pressed his stiffened manhood into the crease of her buttocks. “Squeeze…the trigger.”

Anika superimposed her instructor’s likeness onto the faceless target and discharged the bolt. The string recoiled with a pop and released the arrow. With satisfying thunk, it embedded in the target. Lowering her weapon, Anika stepped out of range of the alpha and strode to examine the result.

Right through the heart.

“Fair. For a female,” Grogan judged.

She compared her results—dead center—with Grogan’s. He’d missed the middle completely, hitting outside the outline. Perhaps the weight of his erection had unbalanced his shot.

She marched to the starting line with Grogan dogging her heels, flinging advice as wild as his aim. She shot better than every male of the Resistance, but walked a precarious path, awakening each morn to wonder if this would be the day she would fall prey to her compatriots. To Grogan, who had singled her out for special training.

But joining the Guerilla Resistance against Qalin and Artom was preferable to facing what lay outside the camp. Anika shuddered.

After leaving Marlix’s abode, she’d roamed the countryside for a week before she’d straggled into the militia group attempting to defeat Qalin and Artom. Their secret weapon?

Breeders. No one would suspect a female of being an armed fighter.

But her instructor saw no reason to abandon the old use for females. Thus far she’d dodged him, but her luck and his patience could not last much longer.

“Many females can hit the target, but few have the strength you do to cock the bowstring. You are the best female shooter by far,” Grogan conceded, his praise falling short of recognizing her true ability.

“You have trained enough for one day. Let us retire to the camp,” Grogan said. “You may bring me the midday meal.” He peered at the sky. The star of Parseon hovered overhead, its heat barely reaching the atmosphere to edge the temperature over freezing. But the chill provided an excuse to layer on multiple articles of clothing. The inconvenience of removal had saved her on more than one occasion. Still, a clothing barrier offered scant protection. Some males—Grogan—viewed impediments as a challenge.

“I feel as though I need more practice.” She peered at him from beneath downcast lashes and slumped her shoulders in a pretense of self-effacement. “May I please try one more time?”

Usually the number of people milling around afforded opportunity to avoid or divert him.

But, today, the alphas had formed two teams and split up, one group hunting for small game, another sent on reconnaissance. The females had been ordered to forage for whatever they could find to replenish the dwindling food stores. Only she—by Grogan’s command—remained in camp.

She jabbed the crossbow nose onto the ground and stepped on the metal cocking stirrup.

“You have practiced enough for one day.” Temper edged his voice.

Anika pulled back the bowstring until it locked, extracted a bolt from the quiver, and slipped it into the flight groove. Cocked and loaded, the crossbow had to be fired, for it was too dangerous to leave a loaded weapon lying about. A bump or a jolt could discharge the projectile. She raised the crossbow to shoulder height, slipped her finger off the metal guard, and caressed the trigger.

“Did you hear what I said?” Grogan’s tone sharpened. “Look at me when I speak to you!”

She snapped a sharp pivot. Through the scope, the crosshairs formed a perfect X on his chest.

His eyes bulged in alarm, and he stumbled over his feet.

Even Grogan could not fail to hit a target at such close range.

“I heard what you said,” Anika replied before turning to the parchment target and pulling the trigger. Th-th-thunk! Her bolt landed next to the previous one. Dead center. Again. She lowered the weapon.

Grogan seized her arm in a bruising grip and yanked her around to face him. “Never point a loaded weapon at me! Do you understand?” He shook her.

Anika took stock of her instructor’s reddening complexion, the slight tremor of his body, the decreased bulge in his uniform pants. Satisfaction swelled, but she bowed her head. “I apologize, alpha. When you ordered me to look at you, I had no thought but to obey.”

Stars exploded under the impact of his fist.

 

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Author Links:

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Cara Bristol bio

Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

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Courted By Discipline, by Bree Cariad

 

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She did not expect to become part of the Hyacinth Courting pool and the object of interest of every man looking for a wife.

 

Courted by Discipline

In Hyacinth, Book One

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When Kathy Bretherton moved to Hyacinth at the age of eighteen, she looked forward to living amongst people who believed in traditional values like her family did. She did not expect to become part of the Hyacinth Courting pool and the object of interest of every man looking for a wife.

Alexander Covington was the most eligible bachelor in town and he wanted her. For Kathy, who grew up in a traditional household where the man was the head of the home and her and her mother a committed homemaker, falling in love with him was relatively easy. Following his lead and accepting his discipline was the life-changing part.
About the series “In Hyacinth” by Bree Cariad:
Hyacinth, Washington is all about old-fashioned values. In Hyacinth words like trust, honor, and kindness aren’t just buzzwords. Hyacinth is a community built on tradition and trust, where men are the head of the home and women are encouraged to follow their lead.

Each story in the series is of a young woman (18-20) and her struggle to figure out who she is in this little town while at the same time going through Hyacinth’s old-fashioned courting system. On their way to meet, get to know, and finally marry their princes, these heroines grow in ways they and their town never expected.

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Snippet:

“Hi!” she said once she closed her door behind her.

“Hi, Kathy. Sorry about calling so late. Are you able to go volunteer shopping with me this week?”

“I asked, but my dad wants to know more about your family before he agrees.”

“Drat. Though, I’m not surprised. If it weren’t that Dad knows all the other families in town, he would do the same thing. So, do you have some time to chat?”

“Definitely,” she said lying down on her bed with her feet tapping on the pillows and her head on her hands on the foot of the bed. “So, I just found out about this whole courting thing…”

“What about it?” The confusion in Cami’s tone made Kathy shake her head.
Do you realize that in other places couples just date all sorts of people without the intent of getting married?”

“That’s kind of pointless. What’s the use?”

The two of them talked about courting and Hyacinth for over two hours until a knock came at her door. “Hold a second, Cami.—Yeah?”

The door opened and her father stuck his head in, shaking his head as he saw she was still on the phone. “Come down for prayers.”
 Glancing up, Kathy was surprised to see it was already nine. “Be right down.” As soon as he shut the door, she went back to the call. “Sorry, Cami. I gotta go. Family prayer.” As she said the last two words, she paused, half expecting some sort of rude comment which was the kind of thing she got from girls in her last town.
“Me too. I’m sure Dad’s waiting with a look that says ‘you’re late, young lady’,” she said with a giggle. “Talk to you later, Kathy.”

As Kathy joined her parents after hanging the phone up, she said, “Cami’s going to have her father contact you so you can get to know him better.”

“Perfect. Who is he?” he inquired as the three of them knelt down.

Startled, she felt a blush tinge her cheeks. “I forgot to ask.” His roar of laughter filled the whole room.

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About the Author:

Bree enjoys good books with great characters. While she may be an adult, her favorite memories are from her teenage years reading inspirational romance with girls just like her and strong heroes. That’s one of the reasons she’s written In Hyacinth, a series of Courting Romances.

Courting Romance – where contemporary romance meets traditional values.
You can find her at:

Bree’s website/Bloghttp://breecariad.blogspot.com/

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Interview with a Vamp – Redux

Katherine Deane skips into  her office.

The first day of October means the start of her favorite season – Halloween!

Corinne Alexander (her most trusted office assistant): Good morning Katherine, today your interview is with.

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Corinne Alexander: A vampire

Katherine Deane: Awesome! An interview with a vampire. That sounds pretty catchy. Someone should write a book about that!

Corinne Alexander:  (laughs)  I think the movie has already been done a few times.

Katherine Deane: nuts, oh well. Besides, with a name like Charlie, how much of a vamp can he be? He ‘s probably one of those pasty throwback geeks from the nineteenth century. Ah well, better keep the shades closed until he leaves.

Corinne Alexander: (hands her a mug)  A Positive, just in case.

Charlie: (materializes in her office and Katherine shrieks. His face stretches into a grin.)

Charlie: I love the smell of fear.

Katherine Deane: I’m not afraid, I was just startled. Uhh…thanks for coming.

Charlie:  (Makes himself at home by perching on the edge of her desk) Thanks for having me. And don’t lie. I can smell fear, even if I haven’t had your blood to sense your emotions.

Katherine Deane: (huffs) I am not afraid!

Charlie (flashes beside her and grasps her ponytail, pulling her head back to expose her neck).

Charlie: Now are you afraid?

Katherine Deane (squeaks): Yes!

Charlie (smiles broadly and releases her hair): Good. Fear is part of the seduction, at least for a vampire.

Katherine Deane:  Wh-what do you mean?

Charlie: I mean, a healthy dose of fear increases the heat of any BDSM scene. Take this one from my book, for example:

He wrapped her hair in his fist and pulled her head back, his fangs lengthening as he looked at her vein. As if in slow motion, he lowered his head to her neck, trailing a sharp canine along her throat. Her breath came in quick pants, her heart racing.

She realized she didn’t know this man—this vampire—at all. Would he kill her now to get even with Anka? Maybe he hadn’t turned her over to the other vampires because he wanted to destroy her himself.

He lifted her head and released her all in one swift motion. “Take off your clothes.”

Her eyes flew to his, her heart leaping. Had he forgiven her? Or was this an evil torture? She nibbled her lip. The way she saw it, she had no choice but to comply. She had just begged to be his. She had to prove her faithfulness, her trust. She shucked her clothing, dropping the articles at her feet one by one.

“Kneel.”

Her belly somersaulted. A game. Surely this was his game. She lowered to her knees, praying he was not just humiliating her before he vanished once more.

“Hands behind your back.”

She grasped her own wrists behind her back and lowered her head submissively.

Charlie crouched beside her, stroking her hair back from her eyes. She saw emotion this time, but before she identified it, he lunged, tackling her and throwing her to her back, his hand behind her head to protect it from the floor. His fangs struck her neck and he drank, pushing the bulge of his clothed cock between her legs.

Panic flared, but after he continued to rock his pelvis against her sex, she exhaled and wrapped her legs around his waist. This was sexual, not angry….right? He wouldn’t drain her. Or turn her. She hoped. Once more, she felt her only choice was to give herself to him, to prove she belonged to him. She twined her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, allowing the motion of his cock beneath his jeans to drive her passion.

The scrape of his jeans over her vulnerable bits came as the sort of pleasured pain—the more it dug into her, the more she wanted to feel it. She followed the sensations until she came from the friction against her clit, a small release, but satisfying just the same.

Charlie licked her wounds closed. “Did I say you could come?” he asked darkly.

 

Katherine Deane: (fans self). Whoa. You’re right, that was hot.

Charlie: (smirks) I know. Listen, I’ve got to go check on my little witchling. But would you mind telling people about our book?

Katherine Deane: Wait–that’s it? You’re not going to… spank me or anything?

Charlie:  (the corner of one lip turning up). I would love to, but Sasha might not like it. I’ll send over one of Darling Adams’ hot available men for you.

Katherine Deane: Okay. (Pouts).  Okay. Thanks. Yeah. Thanks for coming.

Charlie: (vanishes).

Katherine Deane: Corinne, I’m losing my edge.  I didn’t even get spanked this time.

Corinne Alexander: What is this world coming to? Don’t worry. I’ll get you set up with another interview right away.

Katherine Deane: Thanks, Corinne. You’re the best!  (Claps her hands in glee) Now here’s the way I’m picturing this Interview with Charlie. We’ll get him hooked up for interviews with other pretty, female authors. We have to make sure they’re all really nice and sweet. Angels. Yeah!

Corinne Alexander: (laughs) I know where you’re going with this, and it’s already been taken.

Katherine Deane: Charlie’s Angels! It’s perfect!

Corinne Alexander: Done and redone. Sorry, Katherine.

Katherine Deane :Gah! Another creative genius streak, down the drain!

Corinne Alexander: (smiles and hugs her dear friend) It will come, Kate. Don’t worry.

Katherine Deane: All right. Let’s wrap this post up. I know this one is awesome and original. I beta read it and loved it!

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Here’s the scoop on Loose Morals:

When Sasha Deschamps unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home from work, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t get rid of. The dominant immortal demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she has performed an act of magick, one which she does not know how to even begin.

Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover over one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty witchling, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.

Emotionally detached to the point of amorality, his motto has been “friendly with many, close to none”, but he finds himself falling for Sasha, believing he might be able to trust a woman again. When he discovers she is actually the reincarnated witch who cursed him, though, his world turns on end. Can he believe she has returned to his life to heal the rift between them? Or will he walk away from her again, as he did so many years ago?

Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.

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About the Author:

Darling Adams is a naughty author who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance, submission and power exchanges.

She also writes spanking romance under the name Renee Rose.

If you enjoyed this book, please consider posting a review.

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Lord Westbrook’s Muse by Etta Stark

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The amazing Etta Stark is visiting on my blog today.  She is witty, humorous, and writes one heckuva great book!  :) (I really appreciate her kind words  about my first solo book. Welcome, Etta!)

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Hello! I am really excited to be hanging out on Katherine Deane’s blog today. I’m a huge fan of Katherine’s book The Coach’s Discipline (as you can tell by the rather over-excitable review on my blog).

Lord Westbrook’s Muse is my third book. All my books so far have been historical set in Victorian England (although I am about to buck that trend with a contemporary romance for the Corbin’s Bend series, which will be released in December). Lord Westbrook’s Muse is a sort-of-sequel to my previous book Lady Westbrook’s Discovery but not really. It contains members of the same family but you don’t need to have read Lady Westbrook’s Discovery first to enjoy it. It’s a stand-alone story.

Lord Westbrook is a stuffy Lord in a small English village in the 1870s. He is socially awkward and dislikes social engagements only attending them out of a sense of duty and because of the expectation that he should find himself a wife to be the next Lady Westbrook.

Everything is turned on its head when he meets beautiful, vivacious social reformer, Cass who is staying with his mother as a houseguest. When Cass suggests to Lord Westbrook that he punish her for some previous bad behaviour, he gives her a bare bottom spanking that leads to much more. The pair begin an amorous affair that breaks all the rules of decent Victorian society.

The snippet below takes place the day after their first lovemaking. They are meeting at midnight at Cass’s suggestion. Lord Westbrook needs to decide where to take it from here.

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All his previous sexual encounters before Cass had generally begun with a discussion about appropriate terms of payment. That clearly wasn’t going to help him much here. He had rather expected all his sexual experiences to follow a similar pattern of financial transaction until he found himself a nice compliant wife and then bedded her on their wedding night.

This … whatever he had with Cass was not something he had ever anticipated. Was it reasonable to assume that having suggested this tryst, she was amenable to the idea of having sex with him again?

Once they were inside, Lord Westbrook hastened to light the gas lamp. As he turned to face Cass in the dim orange glow of the room, he was utterly overwhelmed by her beauty. She had removed her cape revealing another of her fantastical aesthetic gowns. It was pure white in colour and belted in the middle with gold cord. With her beautiful features framed by a glowing mane of red hair, Cass looked like she had stepped directly from a painting by one of the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood. She looked like an angel. No, not an angel – an emissary of the Lord would not have had such a dark, wanton look in their eyes. A Greek goddess, perhaps. Or Queen of the Faeries.

Any thought of making conversation, any thought of doing anything other than taking her into his arms and bringing them both to point of ecstasy, fled from his mind. In a moment he was beside her – his body pressed up against hers, pressing her against the back of the door as his mouth hungrily sought hers.

Her lips responded beautifully to his own. Her passion was evident in the way she kissed him back, opening her mouth wide as he entered it with his tongue. He spun her round and begun unlacing the back of her dress which fell to the floor with the minimum of resistance. Her gloriously uncomplicated undergarments were divested in moments. He turned her round again to face him.

She stood before him completely naked. He gave himself a moment to look her over thoroughly, drinking in her magnificent beauty. Cass stood quietly in place as he looked her over proprietarily. She bit her lip and Robert sensed that the situation – standing there naked while he was fully clothed – was making her feel vulnerable. He decided not to question the thrilling sense of pleasure that he felt from dominating her in this way. They would both be naked soon enough.

“Come,” he said, leading her through to the bedroom.

 

Lord Westbook’s Muse is Available from:

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Lord Robert Westbrook’s life of responsibility and social obligations is turned on its head when he meets Cass, a beautiful and idiosyncratic woman at his mother’s garden party. Cass is a staunch supporter of women’s rights as well as an advocate of dress reform, rejecting the restrictive fashions of the nineteenth century.  In fact, Cass’s rebellion isn’t limited to her dress sense. She is also determined to experience the excitement and passion of a sexual liaison. Lord Westbrook, she has decided, is the very man she wants to seduce her. Meanwhile Lord Westbrook has determined that Cass requires some stern discipline.  The couple’s passionate and fiery romance breaks every rule of Victorian decency and kindles a love that neither Cass nor Robert were prepared for. However, when Cass’s secret past finally catches up with her, it seems that the couple’s happiness might be doomed forever.

 

 

Chemistry of Attraction – Blog tour, by Thianna D.

Season Two of Corbin’s Bend has begun, and I could not be more excited!

CBFangirl right here! Woohoo!

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Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.

Chemistry of Attraction

By Thianna D
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Retired Marine Brandon Delt, moves to Corbin’s Bend after his recently divorced wife marries his cousin. Tired of living a non-discipline lifestyle, he fully welcomes the openness of the Corbin’s Bend spanking community. One day he hopes to meet the woman he could make his TiH. He doesn’t expect to meet her on day one.

Carodine Minor’s just in Corbin’s Bend for the summer. Just graduated with her master’s degree in chemistry, Dina isn’t sure of her next step in life. Not once has she ever considered being spanked. Logical woman that she is, when she finds herself intrigued by the idea of a hand across her derriere, she asks for a demonstration from Brandon. One demo turns into a wild night of passion neither wants to let go of.

Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.

 

Excerpt:

“You look handsome in your uniform,” she said before quickly realizing how that could be taken. “Not that you aren’t already handsome. I mean you’re drop-dead gorgeous of course and I’m still not sure what you—”

Warm lips pressed against her own and with a sigh, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and clung to him as he lightly nipped her bottom lip. “Don’t be nervous,” he murmured, his lips trailing over her cheek. “I won’t harm you, Dina.”

Laughing softly, she leaned against him. “I never mean to insult people, but it seems to be a gift. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t think you good looking because I do.”
“I can tell.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “And just for the record, even though I’ve said it before. You’re absolutely stunning, Carodine Minor. And I definitely want you.” The growl in those last five words made her gulp even as he pulled her hips close and she felt his hard length through his pants. As her breath caught in her throat, he kissed her again before pulling back. “Let’s get comfortable,” he said in encouragement, reaching forward and unbuttoning the front of her dress.
It had never occurred to her when she put the dress on what a brilliant idea it was. The large buttons were quite easy for him to pop open and when he reached the last one, with one flick of his wrists, it slid off her shoulders and she let it drop to the floor. Standing in front of him in her bra, panties, garter belt, and heels, she felt like some strange porn movie – chemists who do porn – and was about to wrap her arms in front of herself when she looked up into his face.
He was captivated. His eyes devoured her and for the first time in her life, she felt beautiful. And sexy. Brandon’s fingers slid down her body slowly, his fingertips rubbing on the edge where her bra met skin. Each touch flashed fire across her skin and as the memory of their morning came to her, she knew what she wanted and needed. “Spank me,” she breathed, watching him.

 

Author Bio:

Thianna D. likes to say she’s eclectic, fun, and just a bit naughty. She writes erotica and erotic romance with both M/F and M/M main characters. No matter what she writes, all the hot scenes support the story instead of the other way around.
She’s also the creator of and acquisition editor for the Corbin’s Bend spanking romance series. Who else wants to be safe, secure, and spanked in Colorado?

 

Where you can find her:

Thianna’s Websitehttp://www.thiannad.com/

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Are we still playing? (Anal play vs punishment)

 

Ok, I know I am not officially part of SRR’s Round Table Discussion. But I had so many thoughts on this, and really wanted to say something. (I just got really busy with life stuff; bikeathons, Roman diorama’s…) :)

Corinne Alexander posted a fantastic topic. Anal play and punishment.

Wow, I certainly have some conflicting views on this topic. (Sometimes it depends on the mood I am in)

But mostly, it depends on the wording.

  • Punishment
  • Consent

The two most meaningful words for me in this discussion.

 

Consent:

First of all, I’ll just say that I find anal play in stories I read, to be highly erotic and arousing.

Holy cow, it’s hot! Especially when done in that grey area between consent and non-consent. (Like I said, it depends on the mood I am in, and whether or not the MC actually enjoys the receiving.)

Don’t get me wrong, I like the whole “No, I don’t want to… Mmmm, well, okay, maybe… yes! Yes! Yes!” dynamic. I know it is grey. If the character is written as concluding with a wonderfully drawn out happy climax, then I like it.

I like consent.

It doesn’t have to be verbal. It can be done physically, like a shifting of the hips, or a groan of approval, or a POV shift to show her transition to enjoyment.

So that’s where I stand with the word “consent”.

 

Punishment:

Punishment might mean something very different for me than for others. And that’s okay. We all have our own terms and definitions.

Some talk about playful punishment and the façade of domination and humiliation. Now that, for me is HOT. Definitely hot.

I love the idea of that fine line between pretend and reality, where my HOH is reacting so harshly, I have to stop for a second and ask, “Are you actually mad at me?”

Once he has winked and affirmed that we are in fact playing, I’m good to go.

Remember, I’m a people pleaser. The thought of someone close to me actually being that angry with me, hurts far worse than any punishment ever could.

So play – is hot!

But we don’t play as often as I would like. :(

I’m not in a BDSM or playful relationship.

Our relationship is more along the lines of Domestic Discipline. (I’m going to stop labeling us, because our relationship is evolving and shifting.)

My husband is my HOH- my leader, my protector, sometimes, my teacher.

 

Our real punishments are not done for play. They are done to teach, correct, and help me release the guilt over a transgression.

Play, fun and pleasure are not a part of it.

I have given my blanket consent, by agreeing to be in this relationship.

So there really is no safe word, and the consent is there.

I just have to trust that he won’t abuse my vulnerable position.

 

I can see very good teaching points in some anal punishments:

  • Butt plug – holy cow, the humiliation and fear of being discovered, not to mention, the extreme discomfort… (Okay, we have not tried our set of plugs yet, but after trying some other penetration, I know I would not care for the feeling  :))
  •  Ginger root – Okay, been there done that! Yikes! That sucker gets so hot! I’ll admit, I was also extremely aroused by this play. But I can see how this would be an excellent punishment.

I’m good with each of those.

 

But when the terms punishment and pleasure come together- that’s where I have to draw the line in my relationship.

 

When my HOH delivers a punishment, it is about loving direction and guidance. It is about firmly teaching a value, or imprinting a necessary consequence.

(I’m about to get a little graphic. Be forewarned)

 

If my husband were to punish me for something we had previously agreed on – let’s use overspending as an example – I would submit to it, trusting he was punishing me for my own good.

If he chose to have me wear a butt plug during the day as a reminder to not overspend, I would understand, and wriggle around in my very tight jeans, and regret that stupid mishap at the Disney store.

Hehe, no worries. :)

If he were to embarrass me, and cause me extreme discomfort through figging, once again, no worries. I believe that would be within my realm of acceptance for a punishment.

 

BUT

If he we to decide to have anal sex with me as part of my punishment…

In other words, part of my punishment would be the act of his large penis penetrating my very tight and hurting, bottom hole.

AND

He were to become not only aroused by this act, but would also take pleasure in it, by climaxing…

 

Then in my mind, he would be taking pleasure in my punishment. He would be climaxing and enjoying hurting me.

 

My punishment is about learning and repenting.

My punishment should not give him pleasure.

If he takes pleasure from hurting me, then it will hurt me more than anything in the world.

Remember, I am a woman with high emotional needs.

So punishment with pleasure could not work for me without scarring me, and taking away something very important from our relationship.

My trust.

 

I have to trust that he will impart wisdom and strength in his leadership of me.

 

I know my view, and definition and needs are different than everyone else’s. So I choose not to judge my friends and their fetish. Whatever turns them on, and is agreed upon- hey, I won’t judge. :)

 

But for me and my relationship, it all comes down to the wording and the moment.

 

Anal play – HOT!

Anal play in fiction, when done in a way that shows some form of consent? – Whoa, momma! Definitely hot!

 

Anal punishment in real life – not necessarily hot. But acknowledged as a good device.

 

Anal sex in real life punishment – NOT! Not hot for me, not acceptable in my relationship. Hurtful to me and the relationship.

 

Ok, there’s my take.

:)

Please be kind with your responses. It’s okay to respectfully agree to disagree. But I feel pretty vulnerable right now, having been so open.

Thanks!

Hugs!

(I included the round table link at the top. There are a ton of other fantastic posts. Feel free to stop by and see the other viewpoints :) )

 

Flash Fiction : Ghost Story – just in time for Halloween!

I am officially trying my hand at Flash fiction!

Sorry, no spankings today. :)

But I did have a lot of fun writing in a  new genre in the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction 2014 Challenge.

Contestants receive a prompt set, and write a 1000 word story based on that set.

My contest story is a 900  word piece with the following prompts:

genre – ghost story

location – rooftop terrace

object – ladder

(Oh! Did I mention, it had to be done in 48 hours?)

It was a lot of fun to write. I even stayed up after midnight so I could start as soon as I got the email !  (Anyone that knows me, knows that 10 pm is usually my end time. :))

I also tried something new. First Person POV.  :)

Well, that’s about it . Wish me luck!

Here’s the piece if you are interested in reading it. :)

flash fiction challenge pic

 

The Spirit of Friendship

***** A mother has issues with her young daughter’s new friends.*****

“Mommy, I’m going outside to chat with my friends!” my eight year old calls, running out the door of our new apartment.

“Hold on a sec, Polly girl. Which friends?”

“Oh mommy,” She rolls her eyes and grins. “It’s Suzanna and Collin, remember?”

I remember. She has mentioned the same friends, ever since we moved to this new apartment building in Grand Rapids. The largest in the city, boasting the most beautiful rooftop terrace with a lush garden and hydroponics.

John would have loved the garden.

Polly does. Every day, before and after school, she escapes into her own little imaginative world of garden fairies and gnomes – and beautiful, abundant life.

I’m happy she’s thriving – laughing, enjoying life, chatting with her friends; she talks so fast, she never gives them a chance to respond.

Later, I’ll go up to the terrace, and meet her friends. But I’m still not ready for social interaction.

“Have fun, sweet girl.” I give her cheek a kiss, which she immediately rubs off, squinching her nose. “Tell your friends they’re welcome to come down to our apartment for dinner sometime.”

Polly giggles, her chubby cheeks flushed and dimpled. “Mom says we can invite them to dinner,” she tells the invisible friend next to her.

I’m sure she’ll grow out of this phase someday. Having real friends in the apartment will help.

 

#

I have finally emptied all the moving boxes, and found a place for each item – all except my husband’s old gardening supplies.

He won first place in the Marne Spring Garden Festival.

I killed the cactus.

We always laughed about my black thumb.  I wish I could find his secret potting soil.

The pot I had placed on the corner of the table, falls to the floor with a loud crash.

I’m not going to keep a cactus alive that way.

I should go up to the terrace to check on Polly and meet her new friends.  Maybe the garden will help dispel the dark, emptiness inside me. Polly says it’s abundant with life.

I can’t hide in the apartment forever.

 

#

I climb the steps into the lush expanse of greenery.

Polly’s chubby, little body shakes as she reaches into the empty air, inching closer to the edge of the roof. “Don’t leave, Suzanna!” she wails.

A sickening fear clenches my gut as I stride carefully toward her.

“Polly Girl.” I call softly, and she turns to me, her bright brown eyes wet with tears.

“My friend is leaving!” she cries.

I snuggle her into my chest, understanding all too well the anguish of losing someone, but she pulls away.

“There aren’t any moving trucks.” I try for careful conversation to lull her back to safety.

“They don’t take trucks.” She sniffles. “They always take the ladder.” She points into the open blue sky, but all I can see is the clouds, and the Grand River.

“Honey, you must mean that ladder.” I show my little angel the small fire escape ladder leading to the ground.

“No!” Her eyes widen. “No one wants to go down. Collin says you should go up.” She points again.

I see nothing. The hairs on my arm stand.

“Polly honey, where is Collin?” I barely croak the words.

“Oh, mommy.” Her eyes light up and she dances away from me again. “He’s right here. He says he’s sorry he broke your pot.”

My heart lodges in my throat.

“There’s no one here, but you and me, honey.”

“Of course there is, mommy. There’s always someone here. Can’t you see them?” Her young eyes narrow in confusion.

I reach for her, but she skips closer to the edge.

“Please, come back to me, Polly girl,” I say, tasting blood on my lip.

“But Collin is going, and says I can go too – up!” She dances in a circle, twirling and leaping closer to the edge, her eyes a distant glow, seeing yet unseeing.

My vision swims, as I fight not to expel the contents of my stomach. My body feels like lead.

“I just need your permission.” She beams hopefully, giggling as she is tugged toward the edge.

 

#

“No, dammit!” I shout to no one and to everyone, enraged by this intrusion. “This is MY daughter, and she does not have my permission! Please. Help me.” I choke.

A warm, soft stroke caresses my cheek, and the scent of Polo surrounds me.

Polly reaches for the sky, in tippy-toed delight, cooing and laughing at something only she has heard.

Suddenly she stops and furrows her little brow as happy recognition dawns on her face.

She shuffles from the ledge, back to the sanctuary of the tulips and raspberries.

Her lower lip trembles, and tears fill her eyes as she listens and nods in a one sided exchange.

“Okay.” She hiccups her reply and wipes her runny nose on her sleeve. “I love you too.”

I surge toward her, and hug her so tightly, neither of us can breathe.

 

#

“I’m sorry about your friends, Polly girl.” I lead her down the stairs, to our home.

“It’s okay, mommy.” She smiles. “They went up the ladder. More friends will come.”

More. Friends.

“Oh! Daddy says to tell you the special soil is in the brown bag marked with a green smiley face, at the bottom of the kitchen cabinet.” Polly grins.

She giggles, “He also says to stop over watering the cactus.”

 

The End