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Tell Me You’re Mine – Taming Princess Anna, Sue Lyndon

 

Taming Princess Anna cover art

I am so excited to have in my hot little hands, this new Sue Lyndon book!!
Unfortunately, I got home too late to start it tonight, so I will have to wait until tomorrow. But after reading this excerpt, I am definitely going to have to do a bit of rescheduling. This one is HOT!

:)

Hi, everyone! A big thank you to Katherine for letting me visit her today! I have a new release out called Taming Princess Anna, a novella length fantasy romance with a medieval feel to it, and I’m here to talk a little about it and share a steamy excerpt.

When I’m writing a spanking romance story, of course I like writing the lead up to a spanking scene, as well as the actual spanking scene itself, but there’s a type of scene I enjoy writing (and reading) even more. Deflowerings! I love a good deflowering, with a nervous young heroine who has never even seen what’s between a man’s legs before, trembling and waiting to be taken, anticipating the pain but being pleasantly surprised by the pleasure that soon follows. Her embarrassment combined with her nervous anticipation always makes my pulse race, especially when she glimpses his manhood and stares wide-eyed, wondering how in the world that big thing will possibly fit inside her. I know it’s totally cliché, but I still love it.

 

Here’s an excerpt from Taming Princess Anna:

“I should spank you again for telling me a lie,” he said when he finally broke away and caught his breath.

She stared up at him, her chest heaving and her eyes wide.

“For what?”

“For claiming you’re not moist between your thighs. I can smell you, and it is intoxicating.” His words prompted her to renew her struggles and push against his chest, but he easily captured her wrists and held them captive in front of her in one hand. With his other hand, he reached beneath the layers of her dress and untied her drawers, letting them fall to her feet in a pool of fabric. “Now, let’s see just how wet you are. Spread your legs apart, Anna.”

Whimpers rose from her as she stood completely still, refusing to do as he asked. Bronson smacked the front of her thighs twice, until she finally obeyed and parted her legs for his examination.

“Good girl,” he said once she was spread to his liking. “Now hold this position while I see how wet you are.”

“Oh!” She jumped as his fingers glided along the lips of her slick mound, but she managed to keep her legs spread.

“Anna, your little cunny is soaking.” He slipped a finger inside her wet warmth, spreading her moisture around the insides of her lips and drawing it over her stiffened nub. Her whimpers turned to muted squeals, and he expertly circled her button while she leaned against the wall, no longer resisting his inspection. “I am going to take you here, Anna,” he said, moving a finger to her moist entrance and slipping inside her exquisite tightness.

“I . . . I . . .” Her words trailed off. She closed her eyes as her head fell to the side, and he took advantage to trail kisses up the hollow of her neck, all the while keeping a firm grip on her wrists.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me in bed, Anna, or should I tie you to the posts?”

Her moan, a moan of unadulterated pleasure, sent tingles racing up his thighs and tightened his groin. God, he wanted her. Not just her body either. All of her. He wanted to make her happy and see her eyes light up with love as she gazed at him. Yes, he wanted to press her down on the bed and have his way with her, but he also wanted her heart. Being in her presence calmed his soul. He felt like a weary traveler who’d been wandering for years but had finally arrived home. All the years he’d spent worrying about Anna faded as he kissed her and held her in his arms. She was so sweet, so responsive.

“I pr-promise I’ll be a good girl,” she finally said in between whimpers, moans, and kisses.

He urged her out of her drawers and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it to the floor as he looked her up and down, appreciating the snug, sheer chemise that revealed her curves and her peaked nipples. Bashfully, she peered up at him from under her eyelashes, her lips parted and her face flushed. As he guided her toward the bed, she halted and gave him a fearful look.

“Do not be afraid, Anna.” After a long, deep breath, she gazed at the bed, her face turning redder. “I-I don’t know what you expect of me, Bronson.”

“Relax, my sweet.” He cupped her face and kissed her again, taking his time as he explored her mouth and felt her melting into his body as he worked to rekindle her desire.

Once he’d kissed her thoroughly, he removed her chemise with a tug and stepped back to look up and down her shapely body. Her flesh was smooth and creamy white, though a spattering of freckles covered her shoulders. Her breasts were large and her dark pink nipples seemed to grow harder under his gaze. A slender waist and flat stomach tapered down to wide hips and curvy thighs. “You’re beautiful, Anna.” He gathered her close. “And you’re all mine. Say it. Tell me you’re all mine.”

Clamping her lips together, she shook her head and tried to back away. He frowned at her reluctance and knew she needed help surrendering to him. She’d softened each time he kissed her, and she’d let him touch her little cunny without fuss after he’d stroked her clit and given her pleasure. Taking pity on her nervousness, he cupped her center and ground the heel of his hand against her button until she moaned and grasped his shoulders for support. He stroked her, spreading moisture from her inner core all around her hardened nub but not quite touching it. Whimpers of frustration rose from her and she closed her eyes, gyrating her hips in an attempt to find the pleasure he was purposefully withholding.

“Tell me you’re all mine, Anna. Now.”

“I-I’m all y-yours, Bronson,” she gasped out between whimpers. Her face contorted as he finally pressed his thumb over her clit, drawing the moisture he’d gathered onto her pulsing button.

Perspiration beaded on her forehead and she let loose a deep moan, her hips moving steadily against his hand.

Bronson brought her to the peak of release but didn’t allow her to fall into it, instead jerking his hand away at the last moment as her moaning intensified. Her face crumbled and her eyes opened, and the urgent gleam in her gaze spoke of her desperate longing. Turning her around, he smacked her bottom twice.

“Get into the bed, Anna, and show me what a good girl you can be for your new husband.”

 

Blurb:

Princess Anna plans to flee the Kingdom of Iverson and start a new life across the sea, far from her cruel father and the unscrupulous cousin she’s supposed to marry. As her wedding date approaches, she escapes the castle dressed as a commoner, only to become trapped within the heavily guarded city walls. She watches the walls while biding her time on the streets, determined not to be found by her father’s soldiers. The man who captures her though is no soldier, and he doesn’t return her to the castle either. Bronson the Hunter finds the spoiled little princess easily enough, and his only concern is getting her outside the city walls before the rebellion against King Mendel is underway, a rebellion he’s played a crucial role in. The fighting starts as he whisks the unwilling princess across the island to Cimastown, where he orders her to renounce her nobility and marry a commoner—him. Princess Anna can’t believe Bronson the Hunter is the same servant boy she used to follow around the castle as a child. She also can’t believe that he’s grown into such a broad- shouldered, mountain of a man, or that he has no compunction about baring her bottom for a sound spanking when she gives him trouble, even on their wedding day. But just as she starts to find happiness with the firm handed husband who is determined to tame her, an old enemy of her father’s comes seeking revenge and threatens their new way of life.

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Her First Spanking- Call Me Yours, by Casey McKay

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I am so excited about Casey’s fun new book!!!

I just got it, and am starting it tonight. :)

I can already tell it is going to be lots of fun!!

***

Thanks for letting me invade for the day Katherine! I brought a sexy excerpt I hope your readers will like. This is the first contemporary story I have written in a while and it always seems hard to write the spankings in without making the characters seem out of line. One way to make this a little easier is to have my heroine, Caitlin, interested in spanking. It turns her on, she can’t stop thinking about it, and while she wants Simon to spank her, she’s also really scared.

I tried to make that part as real life as possible. As someone who had the spanko thoughts and tendencies for such a long time without ever actually experiencing a spanking– I know what it’s like to be freaked out by the real thing. We always make things so much more intense in our minds, when in real life, especially for sexy fun, a spanking can be delightful ;)

Here is a scene where Caitlin is just figuring out there may be different kinds of spankings out there:

 

            He slammed her up against the wall as he flung the door shut behind them. He pressed his body into hers as he kissed a trail down her neck.

            “Mmm,” she moaned. “Am I still pushing your buttons?” She hoisted her legs up, wrapping them around his waist.

            He cupped her ass and carried her down the hall to the bedroom, dropping her on the bed. She let out a squeal.

            “Most definitely,” he answered her question. He slid first one shoe off of her foot, then the other, as his thumb brushed over the open blisters and cuts on her feet he shook his head. “What did you do?”

            “How do you do that?” She threw a hand over her eyes and laughed. Her voice was husky but a slight slur hinted at how much alcohol she had consumed.

            “Do what?” he asked as he assessed the more severe looking cuts.

            “You’re such a dick one second and then so sweet the next.”

            He looked down at her, unmoving, until she removed her hand from her face. She looked back at him with wide eyes.

            “You think I’m a dick?” He tried and failed to keep the mirth from his voice.

            She looked unsure how to answer.

            He kicked his shoes off and pulled his shirt over his head. “If I act like a dick it’s only because you are completely unreasonable.”

            “I am not!” she retorted as she tried to push herself up off the bed.

            He thwarted her efforts by grasping her ankles in one hand and lifting her lower half in the air. He cracked his palm against the seat of her jeans, though they were so tight he doubted they offered much protection.

            “Ow!” she yelled, but laughter followed in wake of her protest.

            “Let me show you how much of a Neanderthal I can really be.” He cracked his hand down again and she jerked her hips up trying to dodge his blow.

            “Simon,” she started.

            He spanked again, across the center of her ass. His cock throbbed thinking that he had just left a pink hand print across her ample buttocks.

            He brought his hand down again, he spanked fast, peppering her bottom in smart slaps.

            She wiggled and groaned.

            After a dozen spanks he lowered her legs. She looked up at him with wide eyes while she panted. “I’m sorry. That was mean of me.”

            He smiled down at her as he covered her with his body, pushing her higher up the mattress. “It was probably an accurate description.” He kissed her hard on the mouth and couldn’t stop his hands from wandering to the hem of her shirt, pushing it up.

            “Then why did you spank me?” she asked when he disconnected their kiss long enough to drag her shirt up over her head. He unclasped her bra and disposed of that as well.

            “Because you looked like you could use it.” He winked at her as she let her mouth hang open in surprise.

            He dipped his head down, capturing one of her nipples between his lips. He laved the bud into a hardened peak as his hand caressed her other breast.

            “Can I tell you something?” she whispered.

            He raised his head to look at her face. Her cheeks were tinged pink with arousal or embarrassment, he wasn’t sure which.

            “I’ve been nervous about you spanking me since that morning I woke up in your bed,” she said in a rush, then she squeezed her eyes shut.

            “Really?”

            “Yeah, but that wasn’t so bad. Amanda’s right, you really are just a big teddy bear.” She blew out a breath and looked back at him.

            He let out a slow ominous laugh, “Oh, honey, that was nothing.”

            “What?” her eyebrows raised up and she blinked at him.

            “I assure you, when I really spank you, you won’t be calling me a big teddy bear.”

            “Oh,” she responded and licked her lips.

            He lowered his head back down to her breast before he gave in and laughed at her reaction. He had just knocked her off balance and he was dying to know what was going through her head.

 

Call Me Yours Blurb:

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He’s a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don’t take life seriously– especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon’s methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

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Coming out! to my sisters!

I’m coming out!

To my sisters!

There’s a very good chance this post is going to go all over the place. I have so much to share! It’s huge! It’s meaningful, and it’s a big deal to me.

So bear with me today. I promise I will try to smooth everything out, and make it easier to read. And next time, I will definitely keep it more succinct.

But today, here’s the no-holds barred update.

:)

It’s 9:06 am, gluten free chocolate chip muffins are baking in the oven, and my kids are outside playing – happily- for the first time all week. They are sisters, and they love each other. They are close in physical and emotional age, and are absolutely each other’s BFF’s. Except for when they are together 24×7 for a whole summer.

I used to have something like that. Sisters, younger sisters, who adored me (and as I have recently found out…) looked up to me. Me! Never having much in the way of self confidence, that statement surprised and pleased me to no end. I have always loved and adored my little sisters.

 

charlies angels

(LOL, no, this isn’t what we look like. But we did have a ton of fun playing Charlie’s Angels, and even did a photo session together, using Angel poses.) :)

 

Even though we grew apart over the years (mostly because of geography), there was one thing that kept us together.

Honesty

And

Respect

 

But life being as it is, brought small disagreements into the mix. They became larger due to timing issues and inability to hook up- even on the phone. Families were formed, creating an even bigger relationship gap.

And when I finally had something huge to share, with my own lifelong best friends, I had to lie about it.

How could I trust that they would understand and support my fetish, when we couldn’t honestly communicate about the smaller issues.

And when I had the biggest moment of my adult life (after marriage and kids, of course), could I tell them?

Could I tell them I was Katherine Deane, spanking romance author, DD’er, and follower of all my erotic minded friends?

 

retro kinky pic

 

 

Believe me, I tried.

I started with the elder of my two younger sisters, the woman known for her open mindedness.

And to her credit, she told me it wasn’t her cup of tea, but that she would supportive.

Ouch!

That hurt!

A lot.

But thankfully, I had online friends who understood and supported me.

 

birthday cake K

Three days ago, I celebrated my birthday.

And cried for most of it (and the preceding 24 hours).

 

I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me.

My best (online) friend, Corinne, called me to wish me a happy birthday, and I bawled my eyes out.

I cried about my loneliness.

My utter craving for attention, and for REAL people to not only get me, but to accept me and like me.

I felt sad and alone because the people in my real life, the ones who live less than a mile away gave less love and birthday support than the online community of people (whom I don’t even know their real names or ages, or what they truly look like).

I was so utterly alone and so desperately wanted attention, I felt in that moment, that I would do anything to get it.

Luckily, a great phone call from my bff (whom I still have never met), and a long hard spanking from my husband; took the edge off.

I was able to function again.

:)

And that’s when the most remarkable and awesome thing happened!

My sister, Evie, called to tell me that she finally understood.

Her husband had mentioned (ok, this guy must be highly intuitive!) that I must feel pretty lonely. (um, he said to my sister, almost verbatim what I expressed above.) Freaky, eh?

She understood my hesitancy to share with “real” people.

Here’s what happened when she tried to tell a friend about my writing.

( I warned you about the ramblings. sorry :) )

 

 

She had befriended this nice woman who seemed an awful lot like me.

It turns out, Evie actually was excited about my new book coming out. She just didn’t know what to do with the information.

She started telling her new friend that her sister was an author, and that she was really excited about her new book.

When the friend asked what type of book it was, Evie was hit with a feeling of uncertainty.

So she explained that it was racier than a normal romance.

 

What followed was a huge condemning tirade about the evils of lust, and my sin over trying to lure people into coveting actions.

Evie was furious, and ended the conversation, while nicely telling the new friend off.

 

telephone bridging gap

 

That’s when she called me yesterday.

She felt horrible. She had never known that I was living in fear of that kind of judgment.

She finally also understood, that her lack of true “on hand” support, made me feel just as judged.

She finally got it!

Even though I was slightly perturbed by the other woman’s reaction, I was so overjoyed by my sisters’ realization, that I let it go.

celebrate sisters

We celebrated together:

<The growth I have made, emotionally, over these past few years.

<The fact that I had finally found something that I not only enjoyed, but that I also had the potential to become good at. (LOL, grammar might not always be my forte though. I speak / write fast! )

to be a part of my life; how much I needed their support.

 

It was the most amazing conversation.

And the heavy, aching weight lifted from my chest.

 

sister

 

I have also been thinking about bringing L (our littlest sister), into the mix. I have hated “lying” to her, and have missed her also.

 

Evie reminded me that L is a lot more open minded than I have given her credit for, and more importantly, that she misses our ‘three sister’ relationship.

 

So we invited her to read that “hot new book” by the brand new author that we both adore, and want to support.

(ok, there is a bit more to it than that, but I shortened above for the sake of reading. :) )

 

I don’t know how she will react.

It will hurt if she reacts negatively.

But I want to give her a chance to get to know the real me.

 

They are my sisters.

My true REAL LIFE best friends.

And at the very least, I choose not to lie to them anymore about who I am.

 

So please wish me luck, send energy or hugs or prayers.

I am Katherine Deane, sexy spanking romance author, DD’er, and first and foremost,

one of three

 

sisters_colorful

 

I hope they will accept me.

Wish me luck!

<3

 

Corbin’s Bend Blitz: Leading The Way, Constance Masters

I am so excited to be hosting Constance Masters today as part of the Corbins Bend Blitz! I loved this story. It was so much fun! I loved the humorous situations Erin got herself into. But what I really enjoyed was the reality of family life. Constance did a wonderful job of bringing this family to life – I could even see some of my own kids’ actions in her writing.  :)
Zachary Cunningham
moved his family to Corbin’s Bend when everything in their life seemed
out of control. In a DD relationship with his wife Erin, he thought
things had leveled out now that they lived in a community where everyone
watched out for one another and discipline was the norm. Surely his
family life could be more settled now.
Erin had never made
friends easily and in Corbin’s Bend she found it doubly as hard. A
little too hard on herself, she ignored her mentor and any friendliness
from neighbors; so afraid of making a mistake that she didn’t try. Until
her husband insisted. Having convinced herself she was doing what he
wanted, she made friends with a few ladies who liked to push the
envelope a little. From bowling to a strip club to smoking a little
weed, her life was definitely a lot more fun, even if she was hiding her
activities from Zach.When her husband and the board of
Corbin’s Bend discovered their indiscretions, Erin and her friends found
out what public discipline really meant. When the discipline led to a
larger sense of security and more friendships than she could have
imagined, Erin began to understand that following Zachary’s lead truly
was the way.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22505303-leading-the-way
“Dinner is served,” Erin
said proudly as she laid the platter with her impressive fish next to the bowls
of mashed potatoes and green beans. The girls clapped and Zach looked on with
wide grin.
“That looks spectacular,
honey.”
It did look spectacular,
even if she did say so herself. She’d poured the sauce all over the entire dish
and it positively gleamed. “Would you like to serve?” she asked Zach.
He stood up and scooped
portions on to everyone’s plate. The family said grace and they started. Erin
watched everyone’s faces expectantly. Zach’s face was stoic as he chewed
carefully. Avvy said nothing but she wasn’t even chewing. She just held the
food in her mouth. Jordan was the first one to give her honest opinion. She
spat her offending mouthful back on to the plate.
“That is so gross,” she
said, dry retching for full effect.
Erin’s eyes filled with
tears and popped her fork full in to her mouth to see what was wrong with the
food. She carefully picked up her napkin and emptied the contents of her mouth.
“Don’t eat it,” was all she said, standing and taking the platter with her.
“I can call a pizza,” Zach
said.
“Do what you have to, to
feed your children.”
“Honey, I’m sure there was
just a small mistake with the recipe.”
The girls were wide-eyed.
“I’m sorry I said it was gross, Mommy,” Jordan said. “It just tasted a bit like
medicine.”
“That’s nice of you to say,
honey, but you were right the first time, it was gross. Why don’t you two go
play while you wait for the pizza to come.”
“Nice one, Jordan. You
almost made Momma cry.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
The voices disappeared into
one of the bedrooms and Erin burst into tears. “I have wasted the entire day on
this! I spent a lot of my food budget on the ingredients and did everything the
recipe said!”
“It’s okay, Erin, you
tried.”
“Well I can’t serve
‘trying’ up to a bunch of people on Friday, can I?” She thumped her foot down
on the trash can foot lever to open the lid and it bounced, just as she heaved
the contents from the platter into it. It landed on the closed lid with
splashes of the poison sauce going everywhere. “Oh for fuck sake!” she shouted
into the cabinet door as she banged it open and shut in frustration before
bending to wipe the cabinet door. Zach was behind her in a second and the giant
wooden spoon clapped off her bottom.
“I never want to hear that
word in this house again. Do you hear me?”
Family Life in Corbin’s
Bend
What is a family these days? It could be mom and
a dad, two moms, two dads or more often than not these days just a mom or dad.
In a polygamous family there might be several parents. With working mothers
being the norm now grandparents often play a massive role in their
grandchildren’s lives. Children adapt. So what is family life like in Corbin’s
Bend? The same as other communities, except the adults in Corbin’s Bend spank
or get spanked.
The children may not be spanked in Corbin’s Bend
but they are brought up with rules and structure and most come from
homes where there is a head of house. They all go to a school where they wear
uniforms and the rules are enforced. Spanking in Corbin’s Bend is so much the
norm that the children wouldn’t so much as turn a hair if they were to catch a
glimpse of an adult getting a swat or two. That being said, there are
precautions in place to protect their innocence. Walls are soundproofed in the
houses in Corbin’s Bend and these rules are from the official rule book issued
to Corbin’s Bend residents.

Public Spankings are acceptable, though anything too involved is
requested to take somewhere indoors. There are children in the community.

No public sex.
Parents don’t stop having
sex when they have children and nor do they do it in front of their kids.
Normal affection like a kiss or a hug is good for kids to grow up around, it
makes them feel secure in their parents love. Spanking is the same, a tap or a
swat is just part of general affection but a full-blown bare bottomed spanking
wouldn’t take place in front of children anywhere.
A lot of people don’t think
that children belong in stories like these. I disagree, at least for myself. I
have five children and four grandchildren. My life is and has for the last
thirty-two years been filled with children. It is harder for me to write a
story without children than to include them. In this small excerpt from Leading
The Way I have chosen to include a small piece of family humour as Avery has
just been punished by losing her jewlery for sneaking contraband earrings to
school…
Erin stirred the pasta sauce and turned the heat
down a smidgeon under the bubbling pot of pasta before going back to chop the
vegetables for the salad.
“How long is Avvy gonna be, Momma? It was her
turn to set the table.”
“She’ll be along. You can swap chores tonight.
Avery can clear after dinner.”
“Yes!” Jordan said. Her mood quietened though
when her sister emerged from her room with red eyes. Her daddy was right behind
her and he was carrying Avvy’s jewelry box.
“I’m sorry, Momma. I shouldn’t have snuck the
earrings to school.”
“That’s okay, sweetie.”
Avery hugged her mother’s waist but her big blue
eyes followed her daddy as he placed her precious jewelry collection on the top
of the kitchen cabinet.
“One week.” Zach moved a curl off his daughter’s
face.
Avery took her place at the table opposite her
sister.
“Bummer,” Jordan said with a wince. “At least it
was only a week. Daddy took my Fireball yoyo for a month and he took
money from my allowance.”
“You broke a window at school. In his classroom.”
“Not on purpose. It flew right off my finger!”
“Enough now.” Zach helped Erin to put the food on
the table.
Erin poured glasses of water for everyone.
“Buddy says his dad lets them have Coke with
dinner,” Jordan said, sipping the water distastefully.
“Just because Buddy says something, doesn’t make
it so,” Erin said, taking both her daughters’ hands.
Zach did the same. “Avery would you like to say
the blessing?”
“Yes, Daddy,” the little girl said with a sigh.
“Dear Lord, thank you for this food that we are about to eat and thank you for
all the blessings you give us. Please Lord, can you stop me becoming a social
outcast because I have to go to school without my jewelry? Thanks, Amen.”
“Amen,” the rest of the family chorused.
Constance Masters is a 54
year old wife, mother and grandmother from Australia. She specialises in
spanking romance and has nine published works. Leading the Way, her Corbin’s
Bend novella will be her tenth. Her work is mostly romance with a little hint
of drama and a large slice of humour. She likes to find the humour in everyday
life. 

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The Emotional Side of The Coach’s Discipline

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Hey friends! I am at Adaline Raine’s place today, showing a bit of the emotional side of my new story, The Coach’s Discipline.

I know I usually do fun and sexy, or spanky, but I really wanted to show the other side of my baby. The emotions that fueled this story.

Please stop by if you get the chance. Here’s her link :)

http://brattyadaline.blogspot.com/2014/07/the-coachs-discipline-you-are-not-your.html

And later, I’m hosting Constance Masters, as part of the Corbin’s Bend Blog Blitz!

Busy day!

:)

I’m at Cara Bristol’s Place!

I’m at Cara Bristol’s place today! We are talking about my new book, The Coach’s Discipline.

It’s a real interview! LOL, this is still so new and fun- give me a few weeks. :)

I’m sure I’ll calm down soon.

But for now, here’s the link if you want to stop by. :)

http://carabristol.com/2014/07/an-interview-with-katherine-deane-on-the-the-coachs-discipline/

Thanks!

<3

 

Author Share – Fantasy vs Reality

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Welcome back to Author Share! Today’s discussion is a very fun one about the awesome differences in fantasy and reality in the books we read.  I have two of my favorite authors here today to talk about the different components of each. Korey Mae Johnson and Natasha Knight. So let’s get started!

Katherine Deane: First let’s talk about the pro’s and con’s of pure fantasy. Korey Mae Johnson’s Otherworldly Discipline is one of my favorite books in this category. I love the idea of just escaping into a fantasy world filled with magick. Korey, what’s easy about writing fantasy?

Korey Mae Johnson: Oh, well… it’s not easy. For me, it’s the hardest to write. On the other hand, it’s one of the most fun genres to write as well. I’m very superstitious in reality so I tend to always have some craziness floating around in my head that’s sort of devoid of real world laws, so I feel like the fantasy helps me sort of manifest my fears and my dreams and brings both those things down to the dirt to play ball and sort of is my own type of therapy.

Katherine Deane:  LOL, that’s how my brain works too, Korey! I love fantasy!

What’s one of the harder things about writing fantasy?

Korey Mae Johnson:The hardest part with fantasy is that you essentially have carte blanche with your universe. You have to create the boundaries, you have to really play God in that universe that you have created. The regular rules don’t apply. So, it’s time consuming because you have to create your universe from the ground-up; it’s not preset with truths and laws. Boundaries sometimes help the creative processes, as well. With fantasy, it’s easy to be overwhelmed with too many possibilities, too many places to go. Too many ideas to put together.

That being said, building the universe from scratch has its upsides, especially in spanking fiction.

Katherine Deane:  Less boundaries? Non consensual spankings more allowable?

Korey Mae Johnson:  Yup! Exactly right. You’re making creatures, cultures, a whole history, so you can really make the argument of why your character has to accept a spanking… Because that’s how it works in the Otherworld. They’re very old-fashioned that way! What’s the heroine gonna do? Call the cops because they disagree with the hero’s discipline? No! There are no cops there, no phones, no one to call to get you or get on your side. And you can make it so the hero’s not being bad, sadistic, machismo, or going against the grain. It’s just his culture that depicts that when a naughty young lady is asking for a spanking, you give her one! In real life, you have to explain why the heroine just takes it—especially if you don’t want her to enjoy the spanking.

Also, with fantasy you can really create some interesting dynamics and a huge difference in the male / female gap that make it sort of hot to read about. You can make the man more animalistic, for example, because he’s an animal shifter, or he’s really wise because he’s thousands of years old, while the heroine’s only twenty. Or he’s really strong and able to physically dominate her because he’s unnaturally strong or powerful. She’s really mischievous because that’s actually in her nature, just like it’s in a cat’s nature to sit do whatever it wants. You can also make them all the more interesting because most fantasy worlds I’ve read are actually more violent and caustic, creating really interesting character defects—like insanity, mistrust, or guilt to epic proportions. Makes things intriguing and in some ways, less predictable to the reader since the reader knows that anything could happen.

Katherine Deane: I also love contemporary stories. The idea of a woman just like me, being taken in hand by her handsome husband, is very appealing to me. I also remember the fear and vulnerability I felt when I first asked my husband to spank me. Natasha Knight’s Aching to Submit, was a wonderful example of (the heroine getting what she wants in an everyday setting).

What goes into writing a contemporary like this?

Natasha Knight: I like to be very dramatic about this book. I believe I’ve used the term “it bled me…” Honestly, it was very difficult to write at the time and it’s probably the heaviest book I’ve written. Even the title is just heavy: to ache.

Contemporary in this particular case probably was the reason the book carried all that weight. If it were a fantasy setting, or any other setting, it might be easier to take some of that weight out of it and sort of let yourself off the hook, if that makes any sense, but this book was real, it is real for many women and it needed weight or I wouldn’t have done it justice.

Katherine Deane:  I really enjoyed the emotions in the story. It made it more real for me.

Katherine Deane: What are some of the difficulties of writing contemporary?

Natasha Knight:I think the fact that it is contemporary and, especially in the case of DD, an adult woman being spanked as discipline by her husband, or whoever the man in her life is, doesn’t sit well with a lot of people. I used to not understand what the big deal was with that when other authors would say that it was difficult to do this in a contemporary setting, but I understand it now and for me, I just keep in mind that this is fiction and I’m going to make it as hot as possible ;)

Katherine Deane:  Cops showing up on door steps, like Korey mentioned? It is interesting when we remember that even the most realistic of contemporary stories, are still in fact fiction.

Katherine Deane: How do you blur that line between fantasy and reality?

Natasha Knight: I just have to remember that this is fiction and the readers know it is fiction. You have a little wiggle room – or at least I give myself some wiggle room. Lots of it even.

Katherine Deane: Ok, let’s be real for a moment. Sometimes, I have a tough time between the blurred lines of reality and fiction when I am reading. It’s pretty easy for me to read a blog post about a DD couple, and get resentful with my husband because he doesn’t do what so and so does. I have to push really hard to remind myself that every relationship is imperfect, even the ones that seem so perfect online and in book format.

Do you see any of this when you  read or write contemporary stories?

Natasha Knight: I think this is a really important question, and one of the things I have learned, especially online, is to take things you read with a grain of salt. There’s a pretty big difference between a real life spanking and a fictional spanking (or a DD relationship or whatever). In fiction, everything is perfect, the hero, the heroine, her butt, everything. In reality, not so much.

We’re human beings and we all fall short in some way or another and there is no perfect wife or perfect husband. They just don’t exist. Even me! I know, shocking. I think the worst thing you can do for yourself or your marriage in this case is to compare yourself to others.

What you read in books is fiction and even if it’s based on some reality, it’s most likely embellished. Blogs are a great way to connect, but again, if you find yourself comparing and coming out on the short end of things, get off line. You don’t know what’s going on on the other side of the computer screen. This is kind of a big deal for me. That comparing only causes suffering and it’s so easily avoided. Don’t do it, don’t compare yourself or your husband to characters you read about or anyone you read about on a blog. Everyone’s situation is unique. Remember what’s important.

Korey Mae Johnson:Even DD relationships are all very different. Mine is not like someone else’s, and everyone has their own prefered way to do things. What works for one person wouldn’t work for another, and all disciplinarians are different and not every man is cut out to like or to be perfect at performing spanking. In fiction, resentment is easy to do because stories only show the glorious best, and we tend to self-impose ourselves in those characters places. That’s less like reality. Certainly, in real life I do a lot less envying of other’s relationships than I do for my book characters. I always think, “Eh, of course that works for them. They’re not me.” We rarely self-impose ourselves into relationships we can actually see with our own eyes rather than imagine in our heads.

Natasha Knight: Yep! That last part is so true. When you can see the reality of it, the grass isn’t that much greener!

Katherine Deane:  We’ve had this discussion before, Natasha. You gave me some great advice earlier in my DD relationship, about comparing my spouse to others I read about. Thanks, to both of you!

Natasha Knight: I’m kind of bossy like that ;)

Katherine Deane:  ;)

Katherine Deane:How real is too real? Obviously, no one wants to read about small male parts and flatulating during sex (yes, I did write a post about that once :) ). Most of us read so we can escape real life, yet we want certain components to still seem realistic. How do you blur the lines?

Natasha Knight:I think as a writer, when we (or I) create these heroes (not the heroines but the heroes), I’m creating someone unreal. I want that when I read – I don’t want to read about Joe down the street, you know? I do think you need to keep situations realistic as far as reactions or responses of the characters, but the sexy stuff, I like to keep sexy even if that means it’s a bit unrealistic.

Also, I have given bad guys in my books small penises. :)

Katherine Deane: And this is why I love you!

Katherine Deane: I have always loved men with six pack abs and strong, firm arms. :)

Natasha Knight: And good thighs to lay across…

Korey Mae Johnson: Broad shoulders and big hands…

Katherine Deane: Mmmmm! Okay, authors, you’re distracting me. Let’s see if I can get back on track.

Katherine Deane: Are there any boundaries you most definitely stop at? (e.g going to the bathroom, a realistic argument that turns ugly; a man sobbing, etc…)

Korey Mae Johnson: Well, I get grossed out by stuff like everyone else does. I still wrote about diaper play (not in Otherworldly Discipline, but another story) but I fuddled enough with the description to keep me from feeling icky when writing it and hopefully to keep the readers icky from reading it, but for the people who enjoy diaper play to be satisfied. But just like you cannot unknow something once you know it, you cannot unread something once you’ve read it. And that applies to the character’s backstory. I don’t think men crying are a big deal, when done in the right way. Everyone has their pressure points. I think it’s worse when the hero would spank the heroine at the wrong time or in the wrong way (or did something horrible in their past)—anything that would get the “abuse!” bell to ring in a reader’s mind. As a reader, I feel like I have to really want the couple to get and to stay together with no reservations.

Katherine Deane:  Great point tying in with the fantasy and reality blurred lines again, Korey! I feel the same way about my need to connect with and like the characters. I’m willing to go with a lot of non consensual if done for the right reason, and I like the characters.

Katherine Deane: What are some key components that are found in both the fantasy and contemporary stories? (besides the spankings :) )

Natasha Knight: Corny but the first word that pops into my mind is love! Love, love, love. A hero with a tender heart – always – while at the same time being a total Alpha. Intelligent men and women who are really both spankos even if one doesn’t know it just yet (I swear, give any man the opportunity to spank your booty and his inner spanko will come out…)!! Ok, sorry, back on topic, really, even though these are spanking romances, they are romances just the same as a non-spanking romance or non-erotic romance.

Korey Mae Johnson: I totally agree with Natasha—alpha males. Throughout all genres in fantasy, you rarely read about a submissive male. No matter what genre, you want the hero not to be weak, and particularly weak-minded (he doesn’t particularly need to be the strongest man, but definitely someone other men could respect). You want him to be strong enough to stand up to the storm you mean to throw at him in the course of a novel. Same with the heroine: the writer puts a couple through a trial built just for them, eating on their exact weaknesses, and the couple needs to pass the test or die trying. Also, there’s normally a passionate tension between the main couples regardless of the drama. If there’s no tension, there’s no interesting story. That’s why there’s a lot of “opposites attract” sort of things that go on in novels; everybody loves to watch a fight.

Katherine Deane:  I LOVE Alpha males!! I also like strong females who submit, not because they have to, but because deep down, they truly yearn for that dominance. That makes for such a yummy story for me! And you two blend the dominance and submission, strength and weakness, fantasy and reality so well!

Thank you so much for joining me today! I really appreciate you both taking the time for such an honest chat!

Natasha Knight: Thanks for having us, Kate!

Korey Mae Johnson:  Yes! Thank you very much for inviting us to chat!

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I learned a lot from my fellow authors about reality and fantasy. We all fantasize. We all dream. And all of us are different. That is what makes reading so much fun! We can completely submerge ourselves in a wonderful land of magick and creatures. Or we can read a contemporary story, and plant ourselves into the main character’s role, because of our own desires. Some stories are realistic, some are fantastic, and some straddle the line; but all are fiction. Glorious, wonderful, ‘dare to close your eyes and dream’ – fiction.

Happy reading!

Happy writing!

Thanks for joining the Author Share today!

Our hostesses for today!

Korey Mae Johnson

Korey Mae Johnson got her start as an author at Bethany’s Woodshed back in 2007 when she was a senior at Western Oregon University as an English Writing major with a minor in business. Her first book was Pursuit of Glory, a spanking romance that she dreamed up during the years she spent obsessed with the Napoleonic Wars.

After working at the college library for four years, she finally got a job at a magazine company… for business magazines, but still, it was a start. A start which she immediately tossed away after less than a year to pursue James–a Texan graduate student that was everything she wanted–a man with an interest in spanking who was sweet as can be, a responsible, Christian head-of-household type, and gorgeous. For a year, she even wrote about it in her personal blog, SpankNotes.

They married in November of 2008. They’re still happily married.

The same month as they married, and after several months of baggering the owner of Bethany’s Woodshed, Korey was given a job creating monthly newsletters. Over time, Korey took on additional work with other sites associated with Bethany’s Woodshed, culminating with her serving as the webmaster, web-designer, eBook specialist, and cover artist for Blushing Books, a spanking eBook store affiliated with Bethany’s Woodshed.

In August of 2012, Korey and James parted amicably with Blushing Books and formed Stormy Night Publications.

Blog:www.koreymaejohnson.com

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Natasha Knight

Natasha Knight is the author of several BDSM and spanking erotic romances all of which explore the mind of the Dominant male and the submissive female, discovering just beneath the surface of each story that key element of love. Her characters are as human as she: powerful but vulnerable, flawed, perhaps damaged but with an incredible capacity to love.

Blog: http://www.natasha-knight.com

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