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Meet Brand New Author – Meredith O’Reilly!

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I have brand new author, Meredith O’Reilly with me today. Since this is a new author showcase, we are talking real, you know, the behind the scenes stuff. :)

But don’t worry, we saved plenty of space for book talk. And there’s a great excerpt at the end of our interview.

So let’s jump in and talk with Meredith about her brand new Age Play story, and her feelings about being a published author.

:)

 

Katherine Deane: Welcome, Meredith! How are you feeling? Have you come down from the high yet?

 Meredith O’Reilly: Thanks for having me, Katherine! I feel really happy that people are liking Little Samantha’s Choice. While writing my story and even editing it, I wasn’t thinking about whether or not people would like it. Once it got published, I began to panic being hit with fears like, ‘Oh people are going to hate this, why did I write this story and have it published?! I just wasted Stormy Night Publishers time’, and then the awesome reviews started to roll in and I calmed down. J

Yes I have come down from the high. I started school on August-18th and that takes up 90% of my time, so I no longer have much time to think about how well my book is doing, working on my next one…
Katherine Deane: It sounds like you wrote it from your heart, good for you! What made you decide to write a book, and specifically, why AP?

 Meredith O’Reilly: I always wanted to be a writer. When I was in first grade, one of my classmates complimented a story I wrote, and from then on, I wanted to be an author. I wrote Little Samantha’s Choice, though because I had stumbled upon the age play genre and was…not happy with how many non-consensual stories there were. I decided that I wanted to write a consensual age play story to show readers that being in an age play relationship doesn’t have to be horrible.

 Katherine Deane: I’m actually very drawn to the idea of consensually done AP in a relationship. My full time responsibilities don’t often afford me the opportunity to let go and “play” very often, so I can definitely see the appeal in it. So am I correct in assuming that spanking romance was the next logical step? (btw, have I ever mentioned I am a HUUUUGE spanko? ;) )
Meredith O’Reilly: I chose spanking romance kind of on accident. So, as stated above, I wrote Little Samantha’s Choice to show readers that it wasn’t a scary type of relationship to have if that was your kink. As I writing, I realized that I was going to have to find a way for the Daddy to punish his little girl. I had read that a lot of Daddies in past books would spank their littles, plus I had already decided that if I was going to publish this book I would like to do it with Stormy Night Publications and I saw that pretty much all of their books had spanking scenes in them. So, that’s how Little Samantha’s Choice got spanking scenes in it.
Katherine Deane: I love spankings in stories. Punishment spankings are the best! Do you have a preference when reading or writing: discipline spankings, sexy spankings?

 Meredith O’Reilly: I’ll read pretty much anything. When writing, I’m the same way. I have three main W.I.Ps right now. One is another age play story. The second is a gay supernatural BDSM story, and the third one is a kidnapping supernatural ménage story.

Katherine Deane: Ok, since I am still new to the AP genre, please explain the dynamic in your story. How do you distinguish time between Daddy/little girl time and Husband/wife time?

Meredith O’Reilly: I make this distinguish as a very important thing in Little Samantha’s Choice. Jackson and Samantha have a talk after they play for the first time. Jackson says when they are playing and she’s acting as his little, he will not touch her sexually at all. Once they go back to their husband/wife relationship, then they act as a regular couple. Not all age play authors do that, which is fine. But, for me, when I imagine a Daddy/little girl relationship, the Daddy shouldn’t be touching his little girl sexually. Side note, I also make it a big deal that this relationship is completely consensual. If Samantha truly didn’t want to do something when she was acting as a little, then she wouldn’t have to.

Katherine Deane: I like the lines you have drawn. Do you have plans for a sequel?

 Meredith O’Reilly: I do have a plan for a sequel! In fact, I just finished the rough draft of it. Hopefully, I’ll be able to finish it in a couple of weeks and send it off to see if it will get published or not!

Katherine Deane: That’s fantastic! Congratulations! With as well as your first one is doing, I’m sure you will have no problem publishing your second one. :)

Thanks again for chatting with me today, and congratulations on your debut book!
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Excerpt :

“You ready to talk about what is going on inside that head of yours, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Now, why don’t you start at the beginning? Maybe by telling me that, it will help you feel better.”

“Okay. So, I guess as you know, before you told me about your fetish, I could tell that you were hiding something from me. I knew that you were never fully happy with our marriage. I promised myself that I was going to get to the bottom of it the weekend that I came home sick. Then, I did end up finding out what you weren’t telling me when I woke up in a pair of footie pajamas and a diaper.”

“How did you feel then?” he asked, rubbing long strokes up and down my back.

“Confused. Angry. I was upset that you kept something from me for so long. On the other hand though, I was looking back at when I had been sick and obviously, I remember feeling sick, but I also felt cherished and safe. You took such good care of me. A part of me… well… a part of me… liked it.”

“And you thought that was wrong?”

“Yes. I asked you to give me some time to process everything, and you did. I was thankful for that. Then you went on that business trip and I decided to search the house because I wanted to know where you kept all of the baby items, because I had never seen them before. That’s when I found the nursery. When I found the nursery, I was speechless. I couldn’t believe that you would keep a room like that in our house and I especially could not believe that I did not know about it for so long.”

I paused, remembering that day. It felt like it had happened a million years ago, yet it really only happened a few months ago. I still remembered the shock I’d felt at finding that room. I looked up at Jackson, and he looked like he was hanging onto my every word.

“I started to go through all the items in the nursery, and when I saw the diapers, I was terrified. Then I saw the dollhouse and all of the dolls, and I remembered how my mom had thrown them out when I was a kid. So, I started to warm up to the nursery a little. Then I saw Molly, and I was sold. I had always wanted an American Girl Doll, and I finally had one. It didn’t matter to me at the time that I was too old for her… you know, it doesn’t matter to me now either. I love my Molly doll,” I said, giving her a hug.

I realized then what I said was the truth. I no longer cared that I was twenty-five and enjoyed playing with my American Girl Doll. I never got to have one as a child, and I wasn’t going to not play with her now just because society decided that I was too old to play with a doll.

“I’m glad that you love her. I knew that you would. So, getting back on track, I came home the next morning and found you.”

I chuckled. “Yes, you did. I was so scared that you were going to force me to play along with you in this lifestyle. But, you didn’t. Instead, remember, we talked out the rules and that was the first weekend that I was your little girl.”

“How did you feel about that?”

“Being your little girl for the first time?”

“Yes.”

“Well, like I said before, a part of me liked it. It was so peaceful to let my Daddy decide what I was going to do, and I didn’t have to worry about anything. Another part of me, though, kept telling me that I was a freak for playing along with your fantasy.”

This was the hard part for me. It was one thing to have these thoughts inside my head, but it was another thing to voice them. I looked up at Jackson again, and he smiled encouragingly at me to continue.

“Then another part of me just wanted to please you. I saw that look that you got in your eyes when I called you Daddy or when I did something you liked. That made me happy, and it made me want to continue behaving as a little girl would so I could continue to see that look on your face.”

“Is that how you felt the entire time that we role played? Like you were a freak?”

“Kind of. I mean a part of me, yes, does think that you and I are freaks for role playing like this. But another part of me—the part that enjoyed being your little girl—just started to grow. I started looking forward to the weekends because I knew that it was my time to relax and it was a time that I could fulfill your every need. That made me happy, and I really like making you happy.”

I didn’t look up at Jackson this time. I didn’t know how he would react to my thinking that we were freaks for role playing.

“Sweetie, I’m glad that you liked role playing, but the whole point of doing it is so both partners can make the other happy. If you were only role playing to make me happy and at the same time you felt like a freak while role playing, it doesn’t sound like you were happy during this entire time.”

“It made me happy too! I’m just saying that I liked making you happy.”

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Blurb:

After twenty-five-year-old Samantha Briggs leaves an initially minor sickness untreated, the illness worsens quickly and she ends up feverishly sleeping the weekend away. Her husband, Jackson, stays by her side and sees to all of her needs. But when she wakes up wearing a diaper and footie pajamas, she is furious. Jackson apologizes, but he does admit that he has always yearned to care for Samantha like a loving daddy.

 Samantha is shaken by this revelation, but after some reading and some thinking, she agrees to try being Jackson’s little girl. She soon finds herself happily immersed in a land of games, dolls, bedtime stories, and her daddy’s loving care for her every need. She isn’t sure how she feels about wearing a diaper, and she definitely doesn’t like the spankings she gets when she’s naughty, but the peaceful surrender that comes with being her daddy’s little girl makes her feel as though every stressful part of her life has been erased.

 Samantha and Jackson fall into a routine: she is an adult on the weekdays, and a little girl—and sometimes a baby—on the weekends. But when she slips up and embarrasses herself by behaving childishly during a stressful morning at work, she reconsiders their new relationship. Will she give up the lifestyle she’s grown to love so much, or can she come to accept that there is nothing wrong with choosing to be her daddy’s little girl?

 Publisher’s Note: Little Samantha’s Choice is an erotic novel that contains spankings, age play, anal play, elements of BDSM, sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Polygamy, spankings and a lover from the past- Rayanna Jamison’s The Prodigal Bride

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I am so excited to have Rayanna Jamison here, sharing her new spanking romance, The Prodigal Bride!

I absolutely love this premise-  a lover from the past, a reconciliation, and some naughty young women, conspiring against their HOH. :)

 I have not read a book about polygamy yet. But the idea (and this great plot!) intrigues me so much, that I have moved this to the top of my TBR.

Here is a  tempting little lead in, from Rayanna.

Enjoy!

:)

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Excerpt:

Hiram banged on the door to Josiah’s small house. “Josiah!” He bellowed, “Open up! I

just called the station, and they said you were off shift. I know you’re home, open up!”

He hesitated as he waited for Josiah to come to the door. He knew he needed to go home

and check on Lucy and deal with Phoebe’s text, and help with the younger kids, but he also knew he couldn’t go home in his current mood. He needed to blow off some steam first, and Josiah’s house was the perfect place to do that.

He raised his fist to bang on the door again, just as a very annoyed and sleepy looking

Josiah flung it open.

Josiah was shirtless, and his hair mussed from the pillow. He had a two-day growth on

his normally clean-shaven face. Hiram winced. He knew Josiah was coming off a long shift, and he had hoped to catch him before he went to bed.

“Hiram,” Josiah barked. “I just got off a twenty-four hour shift. Can we do this later?”

“No,” Hiram said darkly, as he shoved past his brother into the small kitchen and grabbed

a beer from the fridge, chucking the top off angrily.

He watched as Josiah squinted at him, looking stunned. Hiram knew his brother well

enough to know what Josiah was thinking. Hiram rarely drank, and was never one to help

himself to something that wasn’t first offered.

“Oh, I know what this is about,” Josiah said nodding. “Look, Hiram, I’m sorry, I had no

choice. I had to give her a ticket. She was speeding in a school zone!”

“Not what this is about,” Hiram growled. “I’ll deal with Phoebe later. And, I would never

be mad at you for doing your job.”

Josiah sighed, and grabbed himself a beer. “So then, what’s got you so upset, Bro? It’s not

like you. Is everything okay with Lucy?”

“She’s back.”

“She’s back? From where? Where did she go? Was it for treatment?”

Hiram frowned. He apparently wasn’t making any sense. He was all tied in knots from

seeing Sophia. “No, not Lucy,” he corrected. “She didn’t go anywhere. She’s at home in bed.

Sophia.”

“Sophia?” Josiah choked out staring at him slack jawed. “Sophia Randall? In Green

Valley? When did that happen? She hasn’t been back since…” he broke off, uncertain of how much to say.

“Since she swore to the bishop, and her parents, and the entire town that I was her intended husband, and then ran off minutes before the wedding, never to be seen or heard from again until today? You can say it, Jos, I remember all too well.”

Hiram tipped his head back, and drained the bottle of beer in two big gulps.

 

Blurb:

Sophia Randall had no intention on returning to her home in the polygamist community she grew up when she left Hiram Jefferson just hours before their wedding. Though she cared deeply for Hiram and his family, she was young and impulsive.

Ten years, two children, and one monogamous marriage later, returning to Green Valley after the death of her husband is the only option left.

Hiram was devastated when Sophia left him at the altar. With everything already on his plate– between his job as the district superintendent, his large family, and one sick wife, the last thing he needs is the headache of Sophia being back in town.

When his wives go behind his back and form an alliance with Sophia, what is left for him to do but show them the error of their ways with a little old fashioned discipline. But what will happen when he finds out the true reason Sophia left him in the first place?

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

 

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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!!

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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.

 

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(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

 

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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

coachsdiscipline cover

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!

:)