A personal post

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It’s been a while since I posted. This one is personal and DD related :)

I am heading out for a morning run as soon as I post this.

Why?

  • Not because I understand the wonderful endorphin rush that comes from exercise.
  • Not because I understand my body’s needs for Vitamin D, and glorious, wonderful sunshine.
  • Not because I want to tone my body and get back into shape after a few funny remarks, from my daughter, about looking pregnant in my fold over skirt. (My body type does not do well with fold over skirts. Alas, time to put the yoga pants on again ;))

Nope, I am going out for a run because my husband told me to.

Point blank.

I have been fighting depression (actually, it’s more like super highs, followed by tremendous lows. But that’s for another post – depression and the creative person) for over ten years now.

Sometimes it stays away, and I am at my lovely homeostasis – fast talking, high energy, hilarious jokes (only the right kind of person truly gets this humor, but that’s okay :) ), confidence, exuberance, motivated, on target with all tasks for the day.

Then a low hits. These lows aren’t the typical, “I’m feeling blue” blahs. They are more like the deepest, darkest place you could ever go, and you think everyone hates you- most of all yourself. Every imperfection that you once found endearing, charming or beautiful, has now turned sour and ugly.

When I get to this place, I can’t even crawl back out. And hey, for a 5’2, 110 lb’er that has always been overlooked, but has thrived on competition and showing people they are wrong about the little, hyper gal, that’s saying something.

It takes special friends, who talk to me on the phone or internet. They bless me with words of love and affirmation. They pull me up, enough, until I can finally get to a ledge, catch my bearings, and pull myself out.

Sometimes, these waves last longer than others, and come more frequently.

My husband knows that I have been fighting something this past few months. He doesn’t understand it. But he makes sure not to turn his back from it.

We backed off on the spanking part of our relationship a month ago, because I was becoming more resentful, angry, and depressed because he did not have time to spank me. This has been a source of confliction for both of us for a while now.

He doesn’t like spanking, but does it every once I a while, because I have explained I want (and sometimes,) need it.

We didn’t want to resent each other, or our relationship, so we backed off.

Last week, he called me on his way to work.

After another failed attempt at getting myself motivated for a productive day, he took charge.

“Okay, here’s what is going to happen,” he said over the phone. “You are going to go for a run before 9 am. Then you will come back and write. If you can’t write at that point, do a quick clean-up. If your thoughts come back to you, go write, and clean later. This afternoon, you will go for a walk.”

Excuse me? (ok, this angered me a bit)

Now, being the highly submissive woman that I am (slight bit of sarcasm hinted at in the previous phrase), I immediately replied.

“That’s so grrrrrrrreat! Thank you sooooooo much for your suggestion. I was already planning on going for a run, so we MUST have been vibing off each other. Thanks!” (gush gush gush)

His reply was less gushy. “I know what you’re doing, and no, you don’t get to control this situation. You ARE going for a run, and it is because I am telling you to go.”

This led to a few more minutes of open conversation, where I was able to tell him how tired I was, and how sad I had felt that he had hurt my feelings earlier (it’s silly. He didn’t bring me home something from his business trip, but brought home stuffed animal ducks for our kids)

“I wanted a duuuuuuuuuck!” I sobbed.

We talked a bit more, and got everything resolved.

Now, he knows that I want him to bring me something from his trips, to let me know he was thinking of me- that I am cherished and loved and remembered.

Now, I know that he still leads our household, even though he is not spanking me. I also know that no matter how much I initially hate him telling me what to do:

I’ll do it.

Because I like it when he tells me to do something, especially if it makes me feel better.

I like submitting to him.

And I like exercising in the sun.

I am off for a run, because he called me this morning, and told me to.

Hugs and blessings <3

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Ashe Barker stops by with an orgasmic excerpt

 

I am a brand new Ashe Barker groupie. Holy cow, the woman can write! So you can guess how excited I am that she has stopped by to talk about two of my favorite things: competitive sports (The Tour De France), and beautiful eroticism. Yep, they do go together. You’ll see ;)

Thanks for stopping by. :)

Take it away, Ashe:

 

Hi there Katherine and thank you for welcoming me to your blog. I’m here chatting about Spirit, my newest release from Stormy Night.

Much of the story takes place against the backdrop of Le Grand Départ, the start of the Tour de France cycle race which in the summer of 2014 took place in Yorkshire. Maybe took place is the wrong description, took over is closer to the mark. It was a massive occasion, and I suspect the sheer scale of the event, and the audience it attracted, took most of us by surprise. One of the features I most enjoyed though was the way we saw bits of artwork popping up all over the moorland landscape as the race got nearer. Farmers decorated their fields, and their sheep, in the race colours. Everywhere along the route was decorated with the iconic yellow bicycles.

We saw specially designed crop circles, painted cows, and of course iconic sculptures. Most of these pieces were transient and have now gone, though a few remain. One of these more permanent sculptures is featured in Spirit, and gave me the title of the book.

 

Here’s the blurb…

When Matthew Logan offers a homeless young woman a bed for a few nights, he expects the girl to eat, sleep, recover from the flu, and then move on. Instead, in no time at all eighteen-year-old Beth Harte has captured his affections completely. Though Matt wants only to protect her and has no intention of sleeping with her, Beth has other ideas, and she proves to be very persuasive.

But after Beth is attacked by a friend of Matt’s and subsequently learns for the first time that Matt is an experienced dominant, she is unable to separate the man she is growing to care about from her hateful memories of previous exploitation. Confused and frightened, she runs away.

Almost six years pass before Matt sees Beth again, and in that time his vulnerable little waif has reinvented herself as an artist. Now she has a stunning proposition for him and his environmental engineering company: to collaborate on a project fusing art and science to promote one of the most prestigious sporting events in the world. But when Matt demands to know what went wrong before, she tells him the truth, both about her childhood and about his friend’s actions.

Matt is determined to make Beth’s abusers pay for their crimes, but he’s also not about to let her run away from him again. Can Beth bring herself to trust Matt despite her fears and give him the chance to love her and show her the pleasures of being his submissive, or will the wounds of her past keep her from trusting anyone ever again?

Publisher’s Note: Spirit is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

And of course a sexy excerpt, to whet your appetite.

 “Keep still a moment, if you can.” He murmurs the words as he presses something hard and unrelenting past my opening. The vibrator slides in easily, my own juices throwing down the welcome mat. There’s a delightful sensation as Matt’s fingers rim my inner lips, embedding the toy deep inside me, then I let out a keening cry as the vibrations start. It’s both glorious and alien, a pulsing deep inside me that I can’t control, that I can only feel, experience. The bullet is in direct contact with my inner walls, sending deep tremors through my nervous system. All the signals seem to head direct to my poor, swollen clit, and I’m ready to scream if he doesn’t do something, anything, to put me out of my misery.

Suddenly his hands are not on me any more. He steps away to hitch a hip on the balcony rail at my side. I turn my face to him, ready to plead, to threaten, to promise anything.

“Hush, love. Don’t talk unless it’s to say red or yellow. Just feel. Concentrate on holding that bullet inside you. Don’t let it slip, you need to squeeze it. Hard.”

I do as he says, and the sensation becomes so intense I want to let go, to relax. But I know if I do, if I drop the toy, I’ll get no orgasm. I want it now, need it, but restrained as I am I have to wait for him to give it to me, that sweet friction against my throbbing, needy clit.

“Sir, you promised, if I held on to it that you’d be stroking my clit. Please Sir, I need it, you…”

“Okay, as you’ve asked so nicely. And you are doing as you’re told so beautifully.”

He leans forward and reaches under me to scrape his fingernail across the tip of my clit, the merest, most delicate of caresses but it sends shock waves through my entire body. I stiffen, every nerve ending on red alert, reaching out for the next touch, greedy for it, desperate for it.

“Again?” He is circling my clit now, his fingers gentle but maddening as they avoid my most sensitive spot.

“Yes. Don’t stop. Oh God, please don’t stop again.”

“I haven’t stopped, just off target. Do you mean me to touch you here…?” He adjusts his angle just enough to bring the pad of his finger into contact with the base of my clit. He strokes around it, long and slow and tantalisingly close. I’m almost there, just another moment, a little more.

“Or would you prefer this, perhaps?” He shifts suddenly to kneel behind me. I instinctively lift my bum more and spread my legs wider. He uses his thumbs to fully expose my clit. Then, he takes it between his lips and he sucks it.

“Christ, I – aaagh! My orgasm is instantaneous and so powerful it would have brought me to my knees but for the ropes securing me to the rail, and Matt’s shoulders between my thighs holding me up. My body shakes as the waves of sensation punch my nervous system into a quivering wreckage, the aftershocks alone still strong enough to make me groan with pure pleasure.

At last it stops, my scrambled senses start to gather again and I become aware of my surroundings. I open my eyes and attempt to focus on Matt’s hallway several feet below. His tongue is still flicking my clit, but more slowly now, leisurely, drawing me back into this moment of shared intimacy. He draws back and stands, leaning over me to whisper in my ear.

“Well done, love. You didn’t drop it.”

“What? Drop what?”

“Our little toy. You can let me have it now though.”

“Oh, okay, how should I…”

Allow me.” He parts the lips of my pussy and inserts two fingers to grasp the end of the vibrator. It’s still throbbing as he pulls it out. He says nothing more as he inserts one slick finger into my arse. My sated, relaxed state makes the penetration easier, and I’m beyond any shred of modesty or resistance. Shit hot screaming orgasms can have that effect, I’m learning. Has he more in store for me?

 

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You can grab a copy of Spirit from wherever you like to buy your ebooks

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More about Ashe Barker

I’ve been writing seriously for about two years but I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember, erotic and other genres. I love reading historical and contemporary romances in all pairings – the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

My stories are often set in the north of England where I live but I draw inspiration from all over. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. But ultimately my tales of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of my own lurid and smutty imagination.

On the rare occasions I’m not writing my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel. I’m a rural parish councillor too.

My other titles are many and varied, and include the ‘Black Combe’ trilogies, The Dark Side, Sure Mastery, The Hardest Word and A Richness of Swallows, all set in the atmospheric moorland of West Yorkshire or Cumbria and with a strong BDSM theme. My stand alone novels are The Three Rs, Chameleon, Red Skye at Night, and Faith but this list grows all the time. The Widow Is Mine is a full length medieval erotic romance which I wrote for The Conquered Brides collection. I’ve also written several short stories, including Re-Awakening, a raunchy pirate tale, Right of Salvage, and a MM story, Bodywork, which was included in the Amazon best-selling collection Brit Boys on Boys. You can find all my stories on my author page on Amazon.

I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.

I love to hear from readers. You can find me on my blog, and I’m on Facebook, and twitter too. And more recently on Tsu

 

Daddies Care for Their Littles: Aftercare is Everything – by Renee Rose

I am super excited to have Renee Rose visiting today with her new (and it’s her first!!!!) age play!  She did a great job with this sexy and sweet story, but also got me thinking in a lot of different ways. She addressed several issues that impacted me as well. Passive aggression was a big one for me. :) And today it’s all about aftercare. Thanks for stopping by!

Take it away, Renee!

*****

 

Daddies Care for Their Littles: Aftercare is Everything

by Renee Rose

Hi Katherine, thanks for having me today!

I wanted to talk about aftercare today. The humiliation of a spanking creates vulnerability in the bottom. It’s one of the things we perhaps crave– being forced to let down our walls and be naked emotionally with someone.  Of course, if that moment of vulnerability isn’t handled right, the entire spanking scene could go awry.  In this scene from Her Hollywood Daddy, Joel just gave Marissa her first spanking and, insecure starlet that she is, she experiences a moment of panic that he will simply shake her hand and send her out the door.

 

The brush disappeared and his hand massaged her swollen ass, the heat making her flinch.

She continued to cry. Insecurity blasted through her. How would she ever look him in the eye again? What if he pushed her out the door with a wham, bam, thank you ma’am and never let her back on the movie? What if he told everyone?

“Don’t…don’t leave me,” she blurted with a sob, then froze, wishing she could pull the words back into her foolish mouth. She hadn’t meant to say that. Leave her? How could he leave her when he wasn’t even dating her? She held her breath, wanting to slither off his lap and hide under the sofa.

Joel lifted her up to cradle on his lap. “Of course I won’t leave you. Daddies don’t leave their Little’s just because they’ve been naughty.”

She covered her face in her hands.

He pried her fingers back. His gaze was warm and loving, as if she were his beloved child and not an unreliable co-star with a huge cold sore on her lip. He kissed her wet cheek. “The spanking’s over and you’re forgiven.” He pulled her head against his chest and stroked her hair.

She leaned into his warmth, his gentleness soothing her raw emotions. It was a surreal moment. “Did you enjoy that?” she asked, not angry, just trying to understand him, or what just went down.

As if in response, his cock twitched beneath her bare thigh. The corner of his mouth turned up, but he shook his head. “No.” He stroked his thumb across her collarbone and down, cupping one breast. “Well, yes, some of it,” he admitted with a wolfish smile as he flicked her nipple with his thumbnail. “You looked pretty cute standing in the corner.” His cock moved against her bottom.

His arousal reassured her, gave her a sliver of confidence back. She wanted him—needed him, actually. She kissed him lightly on the neck. Then again a little higher, on his earlobe.

His cock pressed more insistently, but he nudged her off his lap to stand. Before she had a chance to register her disappointment, he stood and scooped her back into his arms, carrying her down the hall to a beautiful master bedroom.

 

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Her Hollywood Daddy

Hollywood starlet Marissa Sparks’ career teeters on the brink of implosion. Her mansion is nearly under foreclosure, her rockstar boyfriend left her for a supermodel, and her habits of partying all night, drinking to excess and taking prescription drugs get her fired from her current picture. Her only hope is to convince Joel Sutherland, her co-star and one of the movie’s producers to give her another chance.

Joel knows Marissa has talent and a sweet, submissive nature, but believes her mother and sister are a terrible influence. All she needs is a strict daddy to take her in hand and give her some firm over-the-knee discipline and loving guidance. When she shows up at his door begging for his help, he agrees to advocate for her return to the movie on one condition: she must move in with him and live as his Little until filming is complete.

Marissa submits to Joel’s dominance and seems to thrive under his structure and protection, but he isn’t sure if it’s all a ploy to stay in the movie. She is, after all, a talented actress and could be faking everything. At the end of filming, she might just pick up and walk out his front door, taking his heart with her.

Publisher’s Note:  This book contains elements of ageplay, including spanking and erotic sex scenes.

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Renee Rose / Darling Adams is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink.

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Morganna Williams visits with a hot spanking!

Morganna WIlliams is visiting today with a hot excerpt from her new book, His Girl His Rules. :) Holy cow, this one was hot! I really enjoyed the chemistry between Glory and Gabriel.  It’s doing really well on the Amazon rankings too! Three top 50 rankings! Come, see for yourself. ;)

 

Thank you for having me today Katherine! I’m so excited to come visit you today and tell you a little about His Girl, His Rules. In this excerpt, Glory is receiving her first punishment from Gabriel…let’s see what happens…

 *****

Gabriel bit back a laugh at the startled expression in her hazel eyes when she found herself back in his arms.

“Good girl,” he told her with a grin as he steered her toward the living room with the arm he had wrapped around her waist. “It’s always best to face a punishment immediately. I’m proud of you, sweetness.”

“Wait… what? I wasn’t… I mean, I…” Glory stammered as if she wasn’t quite sure how she found herself standing between his legs as he sat down in the center of her cream-colored sofa.

“What do you have to say for yourself, young lady?” Gabriel asked her sternly, his eyes pinning her in place.

Her face filled with color. “I just couldn’t stay and…”

“You didn’t want to answer my questions.” Once again he finished for her.

She looked down. “No, sir.”

“Eyes on me, Glory,” he barked. Her wide eyes sprang back up to his and her chin began to quiver quite enchantingly. “You knew I expected you to be waiting in my office when I got back.”

“Yes, sir,” she said softly, her shoulders rounding dejectedly.

“You were naughty, weren’t you?” he asked her, watching her responses closely.

Eyes dilated, Glory gave a shudder before swallowing visibly and answering, “Yes, sir.”

There it was: the delicious response of a submissive who knew she’d earned a punishment she both feared and craved.

“What happens to naughty little girls?” Gabriel asked her, continuing to hold her gaze.

She shuddered again, letting her breath out in a little gasp, before she squeaked her answer, “They get spanked.”

“That’s right, naughty little girls get spanked on their bare bottoms,” he told her as he took her arm firmly and pulled her down over his lap.

“Wait! No! You can’t!” Glory came back to life, struggling to roll off his lap, but Gabriel held her easily in place.

“Be still!” he said, delivering two crisp swats to her flannel-covered bottom.

“Oh!” she cried out as she jerked in response to the swift spanks.

“Why are you here?” Gabriel asked firmly. “Why are you over my lap about to get your bare bottom spanked?”

“Stop saying that out loud!” she yelled, beginning to twist her body a little frantically.

Again he held her easily in place, marveling at the deep red color filling her face and neck as she looked up at him over her shoulder in a panic. Shaking his head with a sigh, he pulled the hem of her gown up to reveal her naked backside.

“Obviously I need to help you focus on the issue at hand,” he told her resolutely as he lifted his hand high and brought it back down hard on her white bottom. It bounced delightfully beneath his hand as he delivered swat after swat to her wriggling posterior.

“Oww! Ohh! Please! I’m sorry, sir!”

Raining his hand down hard and fast, Gabriel paid special attention to the under curve of her generous bottom as he delivered five swats to each sit spot. Then he stopped and stroked his hand over the area he’d just spanked.

“What are you sorry for, young lady?”

 

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Glory couldn’t believe she was over a man’s knee getting her bottom spanked. It hurt way more than it did in her fantasies. His hand was hard! His palm now rubbed over her stinging flesh and she felt a gush of wetness between her thighs.

“Glory?” His hand fell again in four sharp swats.

“Oww! I’m sorry I left. I should have waited for you in the office,” she said in rush of breath. Did this mean her spanking would be over? Why did the thought of him stopping make her want to cry?

“Very good, now that we’ve established the reason for your spanking, we can start your punishment,” he told her soothingly as his hand continued to stroke her heated flesh.

Glory sighed, “Oh, good. Wait! What do you mean start my punishment?”

“Did you really think we were finished?” he asked in surprise.

“I didn’t really know. It’s not like this is an everyday occurrence or anything,” she said with a hint of snarkiness. Did he think she’d read the spanking rulebook or something?

“That just increased the number of swats from twenty to forty, young lady,” he told her sternly. “I’d keep the smart comments to myself if I were you.”

“Yes, sir,” she said softly.

She couldn’t believe she was over a man’s lap about to receive forty swats on her bare bottom for punishment. For years Glory had fantasized about a man taking her in hand quite literally, but now that it was happening she wasn’t sure how she felt about it.

A loud clapping sound and a sudden stinging heat on her left cheek brought her out of her musings in a hurry. “Ouch!”

“Now that I have your attention again, are you ready to begin your punishment?” he asked as his large palm rubbed circles on her upturned backside.

“That one didn’t count either?” she asked in alarm.

“I have quite a healthy self-esteem, but I really do expect a sub’s attention on me and what I’m doing when spanking her. You will focus on your punishment without further side trips in your mind until I’m finished. Are we clear, young lady?”

“Yes, sir,” Glory said with another heated blush filling her face.

Then his hand fell hard and fast and she found she couldn’t do anything but focus on him, his hand, and the burning heat rapidly filling her poor vulnerable bottom.

“Ohh… oww… not so hard… not so fast… oohhhhh!” she cried and kicked, but he held her easily in place as his hand continued to fall in no discernible rhythm.

Tears were welling in her eyes and her bottom felt like it would burst into flame at any moment. Then he stopped and simply rested his hand on her heated flesh and Glory breathed a sigh of relief. It was over.

“Almost done, sweetness,” he told her as he caught her chin to make her look over her shoulder at him.

Crap, it wasn’t over!

“Remind me again why you’re over my lap getting your naughty bottom spanked like a little girl?”

If her face got any redder, Glory was sure she’d spontaneously combust; between the blush and the intense heat in her seat, it seemed like a distinct possibility.

“You told me to wait for you in your office and I left,” was her only answer.

his girl his rules

 

Blurb:

 

Though Glory Walters writes erotic novels about firm-handed men who know how to deal with feisty women, she’s ashamed to admit she’s never experienced anything of the sort herself. But then she meets Gabriel—Sergeant Gabriel to the men he leads on the local SWAT team, but Master Gabriel to her—and suddenly the scenes in her books don’t seem so far-fetched anymore.

 

Gabriel has just been going through the motions in life since his wife’s death four years ago, but almost from the moment he sets eyes on her, he wants Glory as his own. Despite never having been taken in hand before, she responds beautifully to a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and his dominant lovemaking leaves her breathless. But when Glory foolishly puts herself in extreme danger, she soon discovers that naughty girls who take risks with their safety get their bottoms thoroughly punished… inside and out.

 

Publisher’s Note: His Girl, His Rules is an erotic novel that contains spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

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Megan Michaels visits with a touching excerpt

Hey friends,

I am so excited to have my friend, Megan Michaels visiting today with her brand new book, Mastering Inga. I have already bought my copy and can’t wait to read it. This one is going to be more than just a sexy BDSM. After reading the excerpt, you’ll see- this one is going to have some wonderful depth and emotions. My favorite kind of read. I can’t wait to sink my teeth into this one! Thanks for stopping by. :)

 

Hi Katherine~

Thank you for having me on with Mastering Inga! This book dealt with the loss of Garrett’s first wife, Annie. There were many times that I was in tears writing this book, tapping into all the feelings of loss for friends and family that have gone before me. Today I am going to share an excerpt of an actual conversation I had with my daughter when she was three years old after we lost two important people within the same week…

Excerpt

Just recently, Madalyn had been confused about where Mommy was and she’d asked him, “Daddy, why did Mommy look like she was sleeping in that box at that building?”

Garrett had paused. “What box, sweetie? At what building?”

Madalyn had sighed in exasperation. “The building that had all the pretty flowers in it. Everyone stood in line to stare at Mommy. Was that Heaven? Grandma says Heaven is real pretty and she says Mommy is in Heaven. So that building was full of flowers and was real pretty, and it must be Heaven. Mommy looked like she was sleeping. How do we know she wasn’t sleeping, Daddy?”

God, here we go. How do I answer these questions?

Garrett had taken a deep breath. “Well, first that building wasn’t Heaven. I know it was pretty, and it had a lot of flowers, but that building is what we call a funeral home.”

She’d questioned further. “But Mommy is in Heaven, right?”

Garrett had been raised to believe this, and underneath it all, he probably still believed Anne was in Heaven. But with the sadness and anger he’d been feeling, it was difficult for him to acknowledge there was even a God anymore.

What God takes away a woman at thirty-four years old — suddenly — and leaves two small children without a mother?

“Yes, sweetie. Grandma is right. Mommy’s in Heaven and it’s very pretty.” He’d fallen back on his upbringing, and repeated the phrases he’d often heard as a child.

Madalyn had scrunched up her eyebrows. “Does she live in that box they had her in at that funnel house?”

Garrett had chuckled. “Funeral home. No, she doesn’t live in that box. That’s just so people could see her.”

Madalyn had nodded. She’d seemed satisfied with the answer, at least for the time being. Madalyn wasn’t quite done though. “But, Daddy, she looked like she was sleeping. She looked like that in bed when it was early in the morning. How do we know she wasn’t just sleeping? Maybe she’s in Heaven by mistake?”

Garrett had pulled Madalyn into his lap. “Mommy wasn’t sleeping, sweetie. Mommy’s dead. She’s not coming back.” Garrett had fixed her pony tail while they were talking, letting the task give him time to formulate his response. “You know how your toys stop working, and we say that the batteries are dead?”

Madalyn had nodded.

“It’s like that, except nobody can put batteries back in. Once the batteries die, there aren’t any more left. Mommy’s batteries stopped working.”

Madalyn had sat staring into space for a while. Finally, she’d nodded, tears in her eyes. “Just like my CD player. When the batteries died, it didn’t play music anymore. Mommy’s music is gone.” She’d nodded again, as if to confirm her conclusion. “And she can’t laugh or talk anymore, right, Daddy?”

The tears had burned his eyes then, and he’d swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Yes, sweetie, Mommy’s music is gone. She can’t laugh or talk.” He’d wiped the tears off her little face, looking her in the eyes. “I miss her too, Madalyn.”

He couldn’t hold his own tears back anymore, and before he could swipe at them, Madalyn threw her arms around his neck, and they’d just held one another, crying and rocking back and forth.

And that’s how the questions usually happened. Sporadic and impromptu, coming when he’d least expected them. He found it difficult to know what to say, and when the discussions were over, as painful as they were, the one thing he’d worried about most… was simply saying the right thing.

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Blurb

 

To Inga, serving wasn’t just a job — it was who she was, right down to her bones. The picture of the tall, dark and handsome physician in the assignment profile intrigued her more than the money he offered, more than the generous live-in accommodations, more even than the chance for her to be a caregiver to his two young children in America. No, the picture of the childrens’ father sparked something else in her — an even deeper desire. A need to serve him. For Inga still yearned to serve a man — in every way he required.

A prominent surgeon, wealthy, attractive, and successful, Garrett seemed to have the perfect life. But underneath all of that, he knew one thing for certain: he was a mess. Losing his wife had been devastating enough, but raising two children — alone — only made recovering from her death that much more difficult. Somehow they’d made it through though, scarred, but together. Now, it was time to do something positive, time to take a step forward. And that started with finding someone who could give his two beloved children what he couldn’t — a woman’s touch, a woman’s caring, and a woman’s love.

The lovely blonde woman from Sweden would do nicely — she loved the children, and they loved her right back. He’d just have to ignore the dramatic curves of her lush body, those gorgeous Nordic blue eyes, and the way her sun-kissed skin seemed to glow when she smiled. Yes, that wouldn’t be a problem at all. Right? Not a problem that is until he learned what she really was, what she really wanted — and what he’d needed all along. Another woman to kneel at his feet, another woman who obeyed every command he’d give her, another woman to worship him in every way he demanded. Perhaps he’d finally found what he was looking for, but he’d never know for sure. Because the one woman he wanted, was the very woman he couldn’t have.

How could he make Inga his, in every way a man could, when she was the caregiver for his own flesh and blood?

 

Publisher’s Warning: Intended for mature readers. 18 and over only!

 

This is a MF BDSM contemporary romance. Themes include: graphic sexuality, M/s, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, spanking, bondage, anal play and other BDSM activities. If such content might offend you, please do not purchase this book

 This is a stand alone book and can be read independent of Finding Submission.

Word count: 52,716 words

 

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Edging – Orgasm Denial

I’m making excellent progress on the new book, and am getting soooooo excited to send this to my beta readers! Which means I am still laying low for the rest of the week. Then I have been promised access to my beloved Facebook and blog. mmmm, my prrrrrrecious.  ;)

For now, I have another really awesome friend stopping by. Renee Rose is taking over my blog for the day to talk about “edging” or orgasm control. (This is so hot!) Thanks for stopping by. <3

Take it away, Renee :)

Renee Rose’s First Experience with Edging

by Renee Rose

I came to the realization a year or two ago that I’m always waiting, during sex for the green light to orgasm. I think biologically it makes sense. As a female, I am the receptor, so my orgasm should come just after his for the best chances of conception. (It took me several years of trying to conceive, so believe me, I studied up on doing everything exactly right).

Since I apparently am naturally giving control to my husband for when I orgasm, I told him I thought it would be fun if we played with edging or orgasm denial.  I told him a couple times, and he sort of filed it away for later.

Recently, he took me over the arm of the sofa for an afternoon session (we do our best work while the kids are at school). He spanked me and then he entered me from behind.  And then he walked away without either of us getting off.

May I just tell you that I did not find it the least bit sexy?  I found it infuriating.  All that sexual energy turned to frustration in about five seconds flat.  I was stomping around the house like a grouchy bear.  It wasn’t an exciting form of domination, as far I was concerned. I wasn’t even sure if I was going to be allowed to get off, period.

The reward did come later. I can’t remember exactly– I think it was only an hour or two, but it seemed like forever.  My husband re-emerged from whatever task he’d been doing, taking me this time bent over the bed and….oh yeah.  It was good. The wait did heighten the orgasmic experience.  I went from bitter to butter (the melty kind) immediately.

According to wikipedia, Orgasm control, also referred to as edging, peaking, or surfing, is a sexual technique which may be practiced either alone or with a partner and involves the maintenance of a high level of sexual arousal for an extended period of time without reaching orgasm. Since orgasm control prolongs the experience of powerful sexual sensations occurring during the final build-up to orgasm, the physical demands of being kept or keeping oneself in this highly excited state for an extended time can induce a pleasurable, almost euphoric state, and at times creates changes within an individual’s perceived consciousness.

Orgasm control can involve either sex partner being in control of the other partner’s orgasm, or a person delaying their own orgasm during sexual activity with a partner or by masturbation. To experience orgasm control, any method of sexual stimulation can be used.

In The Knight’s Seduction, Sir Barrett’s new wife suffered an early trauma with a man, and is terrified to have sex with him. He strikes a deal with her that sets into motion a beautiful execution of extended edging.  Here’s how it all begins:

“Daisy, I propose we make a bargain.”

She looked wary.

“I give you my word, I will not couple with you. Not until you ask—nay, beg me to.” And he did intend to make her beg. Bringing a lover to the edge while denying her release would have her on her knees eventually.

She made a scoffing sound. “I’m quite certain I would die first.”

“Aye,” he said, “You have proven your willingness to die. But wait—I have not finished. You will offer me your body, that I may teach you the pleasure of passion, and that you may learn to pleasure me—all without engaging in the actual act of consummation.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion. “I do not understand.”

“There is more than one way to find pleasure with a woman or a man. I propose to leave out the one that gives you trouble, if you will allow me to teach you the others.”

Her blue-green eyes widened, but the wariness had gone. She studied him, as if measuring the meaning of his words. “Will it hurt?”

He gave a decisive shake of his head. “Never,” he promised. He opened his mouth, ready to launch into a long treatise on pleasure, but she nodded her head.

“Yes.”

He hid his surprise. “Yes? You will agree?”

“I know not why, but I do trust you, Sir Barr—I mean, Bear.”

He kissed the top of her head. “I’m honored. There is one more small thing you must promise me.”

“What is it?”

“You will not pleasure yourself. You will only come to me to learn of pleasure.”

She gave a short laugh. “You need not worry about that.”

He lifted a brow. “You do not pleasure yourself?”

She lifted her chest. “Certainly not. Do you?”

You might guess that she does end up trying to pleasure herself, and is punished for it.  But here is a little taste of her first pleasure, delivered by Sir Barrett:

He took a bit of butter fat on one finger and slid it between her legs.

She jumped, her legs and torso stiffening, her thighs clamping together.

“Easy, girl. This quim is mine now. I will keep my word, you must keep yours.” He wriggled his finger  between her tightened legs. He had asked for lubricant because he feared it may take him some time to coax out a response, but he found her folds slick and plump. He nearly groaned at the sweetness of it. “There,” he said, his voice rough. “it’s not so bad, is it?”

She whimpered.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

She did not move.

He delivered four more slaps to her quivering bottom. “I said, open your legs for me, Daisy.” He waited.

After a moment, her thighs parted, but only by a finger-width.

“More. Spread them.”

“Sir Barrett…” Her voice sounded plaintive.

“Yes?”

“Nothing—I don’t know.” Her legs opened a little further.

He smiled. He hoped he’d stoked her fire and she was experiencing the discomfort of sexual tension.

The Conquered Brides Collection

When the castle they called home is besieged and ultimately falls, five women are captured and carried off as wives by their foes. Will they be treated as no more than the spoils of war, or can their new lords prove themselves worthy of the love and submission of their conquered brides?
The Conquered Brides is a five-book collection featuring brand-new titles from five top erotic romance authors: Ashe Barker, Sue Lyndon, Dinah McLeod, Korey Mae Johnson and Renee Rose.

The Knight’s Seduction by Renee Rose
Avowed to never again yield to a man’s ill-treatment, Lady Daisy stands ready to fight to the death when her castle is sacked. The imposing knight Sir Barrett has other ideas, however, and to her dismay, Daisy soon finds herself not only disarmed, but soundly spanked as well. Sir Barrett takes her as his captive bride, but when she shows real terror at the prospect of consummating their marriage, he offers her a bargain. She will offer her body to him and accept the pleasurable torments he inflicts, but he will not claim her fully until she aches for it so badly she begs him. Certain she will do no such thing, Daisy agrees, but can she resist the knight’s seduction?

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Playfulness in Seduction

I’m still hiding in my writing cave.

(Truth be known, it’s a writing , spring cleaning, and “stop chatting all day on social media” cave- imposed by myself and hubby. He thinks I could sell a lot more books if I wrote more. Which then means I can buy more, so it’s a win-win ;) )

So my friend, Celeste Jones has graciously offered to hijack my blog today.

Thanks for stopping by.  Take it away, Celeste :)

 

 

A recent article on Yahoo stated that playfulness is a key characteristic for a happy couple. Some definitions of playfulness are happy and full of energy, ready to play. Playfulness and flirting seem rather similar to me. It’s the playful side of seduction.

I hadn’t considered playfulness per se in any of my characters, but after reading this article, I was reminded of a few scenes from some of my books.

For me, confidence is very sexy and a man who is confident enough to be playful is smoking hot. A playful man doesn’t take himself too seriously. He’s not goofy in a look-at-me sort of way, but a man who is ready to enjoy life.

One of my favorite playful characters is Lord Jeffrey Amherst from Becoming Lady Amherst.

At their first meeting, Sarah ended up over Jeffrey’s knee and while upended she spit on his shoe. This scene took place a few moments later.

“Miss McLean, please allow me to introduce Lord Amherst. He is most eager to make your acquaintance.”

I curtsied like a trained pet, as was expected of me. Glancing up from my lowered position, I stared straight into the smirking face of…Lord Spanked My Ass.

He bowed and gave me a dimpled, devilish grin. “I am pleased to meet you, Miss McLean.”

Unsure of how to answer, yet determined not to let my irritation show, at least not to anyone other than my unwanted partner, I simply nodded in reply before he led me to the dance floor.

I waited stiffly by his side, resolved only to engage with him as mandated by the dance. He had other ideas and turned into quite the chatterbox.

“I apologize for not escorting you back inside, but I feared the reaction of your chaperone might have been unpleasant for both of us.”

“How thoughtful of you.”

“Had we been found alone together, the scandal would have been sufficient to force a marriage between us.”

“Marriage? Is it not bad enough that you manhandled me, but now you add threats?”

“Manhandled? You said I spanked like an old lady.” I would swear he smirked.

“You do, at best. I referred to the manner in which you hauled me away from polite society in an attempt to damage my reputation.”

“I believe I did put a little bit of sting to your ‘reputation.’” The bastard had the audacity to wink at me.

“Besides”—he took my small hand and enveloped it in the same hand that minutes before assaulted my derriere—“I had to attend to my blemished shoe. I certainly could not dance with the most eligible young lady at the ball with spittle on my footwear, now could I?”

 

Here’s a scene from their wedding night.

His gaze held mine, and he tapped the tip of my nose. “There is one important rule which you must learn, Lady Amherst.”

His use of my married name sent a warm thrill through me. “What rule is that, Lord Amherst?”

“You are never to wear more clothes than me.”

My eyes went wide with such a bold statement, yet I found the courage to say, “What shall happen to me if I break this rule?”

He reached behind me to give my barely covered hind end a meaningful squeeze. “We both know my preference for rule enforcement.” He moved his hand from the cheeks of my derriere to the ribbons holding my pantalets up, which he expertly untied and removed. He dispatched my chemise with dexterity as well.

 

And this scene from near the end of the book.

“You’ll be feeling those branches once we get home, little miss. Until then, I want you to hold the instrument of your punishment while you consider the seriousness of your behavior.”

“I am sorry, Jeffrey.” I did not raise my gaze from the implement held in my sweaty palms.

“What yarn did you spin for Lady Hampshire to make her believe you were British?”

I worried my lip between my teeth for a moment. “It was unintentional. Please believe me. But on my arrival at her house, the maid said everyone was shocked you married an American. I did not want people to think poorly of you, and somehow when I opened my mouth to speak, a British accent came out.”

I peeked up at Jeffrey to gauge his reaction.

“British accent?”

“Yes. Like this. The pahk in Lancashah is divine.”

He covered his mouth with his hand for a moment. “Is that the same way you spoke to Lady Hampshire?”

“Yes, I could not believe I fooled them.”

“It is surprising.” He stared out the window.

 

Becoming Lady Amherst Blurb:

 When Miss Sarah McLean causes a scandal in Boston, her father takes her to London in search of a husband. At her first party, Sarah insults Lord Amherst who takes her over his knee to spank some manners into her. When this spanking comes to light, Sarah’s father offers him a choice: Marry Sarah or send her back to America where she has no prospects for a husband. Intrigued by the spirited Yankee Girl, Lord Amherst proposes. Despite the circumstances of their marriage, Sarah and Jeffrey form a bond and appear headed for a bright future. That is, until Sarah pretends to be someone she’s not.

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