Why do I write?

Why do I write?


I’ve been pondering this question for a few months, while trying to work through some emotional issues and stressors.

My original premise was:

  • I write to work through life issues and desires
  • To daydream
  • Hehe, for lack of a better term, “to boldly go” where I have never gone before
  • To make the thousands of different voices and dreams and “stories”, quiet down. If I could just get them on paper, maybe my mind would feel a little less chaotic. Plus I like the idea of reading my crazy stories on paper. ;)
  • To tell a story no one has ever told

Hmmm, since this seems to be more and more difficult to do…

  • To retell a story with my own creative twists

And lastly,

  • To feel alive

fantasy book mage


Words, stories, music, drama (not the kind on social media, LOL. The kind where two opposing characters meet, and work through their differences in sometimes, the noisiest, yet most beautiful imagery.)…

It all awakens me. It gives me purpose. It builds me up. Words and music fill my cup, break me down, build me up.

Stories (both written and on screen) give me hope when I have none. They make me feel beautiful, even when I feel I am not. They give me strength to push through another day, and make that one count.

I think that’s why I prefer Disney stories and shows / movies with cheesy, sentimental endings.

The Princess Bride, Ella Enchanted, Never Ending Story, Frozen, Chronicles of Narnia, Seventh Heaven, High School Musical, pretty much all Cinderella movies, Maleficent…

They all bring me joy. ‘Happily ever afters’ make me feel like anything is possible.

This is why I write. I write to connect with my soul, my passion, my energies, and hopefully, with others.



It’s 9:30 am, Sunday morning, and this is the first time I have felt clear minded enough to articulate my thoughts in a good while, so I’m typing them down as quickly as I can, before I lose my clear moment.

For those who don’t know; I am staying away from social media for a while until I can get my emotions and life back in control.

A good friend blessed me by suggesting I craft and do what made me happy. So I’m knitting and making scrabble tile jewelry. (And as crazy as it sounds, I am cleaning!) I’m also purging the house, little by little, to get rid of all the “junk” we don’t need.

I’m hoping to start writing again soon.

Good Lord, you would not believe the killer stories I have mostly written, plus the new ones that are floating through my head!

They are so different and amazingly crazy- LOL, I know, I should probably try for a few less “out there” stories. But these are the ones my creative side keeps bringing to the table.

And this is one of the reasons I write.

  • I write to embrace my crazy, creative side.

Anyone else? Why do you write?


Thanks for stopping by. I’m off to knit. (I’m almost finished with my daughter’s birthday blanket. I started it in September. Hehe, her birthday was in October :) )



Ashe Barker visits with her hot, new menage

Ashe Barker is visiting today, and boy, did this excerpt get me tingling. I love non-con spankings. And this one is being delivered by two Scottish hotties. ;)


Shared by the Highlanders, by Ashe Barker


  • Genre (s) – Historical, erotic, ménage
  • Publisher – Stormy Night Publications
  • Release Date – 19 June 2015
  • Buy Links – Amazon US Amazon UK  AllRomance   Barnes&Noble
  • Approximately 70,000 words

Blurb:  After she becomes lost in a thick mist while hiking near the borders of Scotland, Charlene Kelly is shocked to encounter two men on horseback. To her horror, the pair—both of whom are dressed in Scottish tartans—accost her and won’t let her go. Though the men speak with accents so strong they seem to come from another era, Charlene is able to gather that they believe she is a thieving boy. Unsure what else to do, Charlene plays along.

When Will Sinclair and Robbie MacBride discover that their captive is in fact a woman—and quite a beautiful one at that—there is only one thing to be done. She must be punished for her deception, and punished thoroughly. A switch applied to her bare bottom does the job well, and soon enough the two men are comforting Charlene as she nurses her bright red, sore backside.

Upon learning that the highlanders are hand-carrying an important message from Elizabeth of England to the court of Mary, Queen of Scots, it finally dawns on Charlene that she is no longer in her own time. Though she is desperate to find a way home, Will and Robbie are both unlike any man she has ever met, and their unabashed dominance awakens in her a powerful need to submit. Soon enough, she finds herself blushing with shame and quivering with desire as she is taken long and hard by two rugged highlanders at once. But can these hardened warriors keep her safe from the perils of a world far more dangerous than the one she left behind?

Publisher’s Note: Shared by the Highlanders is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes including threesomes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



“You’ll do as you’re told, lass. Which brings us to the next matter we need to address.” Robbie glances around, his gaze coming to rest on a small stone building about hundred yards from us. Beside it stands a sturdy oak tree, already tall enough to be spreading its branches over the solid looking roof. He turns to Will. “That should do fine, do you think? That bough sticking out to the side?”

Will nods. “Good choice. Best sling a blanket over it though. We don’t want her getting all scratched, after all. Striping her arse is punishment enough I reckon.”

“What? What are you talking about?” I so do not like the sound of this. Any discussion of my arse and punishment surely heralds disaster.

As Will peers into his saddlebag, presumably in search of the blanket he mentioned, Robbie continues the explanation.

“Well, lass, there’s the matter of honesty. And truth, you understand. We set high store by it, and we will have it from you. Always. And from your argumentative tone I daresay your obedience is soon to become an issue too. It’s time for you to learn what the consequences will be when you lie to us, or if you fail to obey an instruction. With luck, and if you prove to be a fast learner, it may not be necessary to administer another punishment spanking for some time. But right now, we have no real alternative.”

“Spanking! No way. You are not spanking me.”

Robbie grins, his expression unrepentant. And determined. “We are, lass. Right here and now. See yonder oak beside the stock shelter there? You’ll be bent over the branch that stretches out to the side, your wrists and ankles tied together to make sure you don’t shift from where we place you. You’ll be naked of course, your arse tilted up for easy reach. Then you’ll take six strokes of the switch. From each of us.”

“No! No, you can’t do that. That would be… it would be – assault.”

“Aye, you could call it that I daresay, since you’ll not be acquiescent by the sound of things. Don’t look so stricken lass, it’ll soon be done with and we can all be on our way.”

“You promised I wouldn’t be hurt. Last night, you said that.”

“I think what we actually promised was that we would do you no harm. And we won’t. A little firm discipline though, now that’s another matter entirely. I’ve yet to meet the woman whose disposition was not the better for a well administered paddling. And most are truly thankful for it too, in the fullness of time of course.”


Begging for a spanking: Rayanna Jamison’s new Corbin’s Bend novel

I am so excited about Rayanna’s new Corbin’s Bend book.  It tackles some pretty realistic topics, like post partum depression, and I can’t wait to read it. :)


ginger up cover



After a difficult delivery and birth of her daughter, control freak Ginger Davies, is losing control. She cares only for the care of her daughter and has no time or energy for anything else. Her home, business, and relationships are suffering. She knows something needs to change, but she is too overwhelmed to do anything about it. As someone who has always prided herself on being strong and capable, and disciplined, she can’t bring herself to admit what she is really going through.

 Her husband Beau has been content to take a break from domestic discipline to give Ginger the time and space she needs to recover, but he soon realizes that he’s not doing her any favors by letting things go. He realizes that break or no break, it’s time to regain control of his home and step up in a way that he never has before.


About Corbin’s Bend:

 Welcome to Corbin’s Bend, the first equity-cooperative housing development just for spankofiles. Thirty thousand acres in the mountains above Denver sits your dream come true. With 1000 home sites, several restaurants, a club house, theater, pool, and many other amenities, you will find yourself at home.

 Corbin’s Bend is the setting for a group of spanking romance novellas set in, where else? Corbin’s Bend, Colorado. A fictitious housing cooperative, Corbin’s Bend is unique in that everyone living there is into spanking, whether that be erotically or through domestic discipline. Just imagine, a place where nobody has to hide their particular spanking lifestyle.

 While reading any series in order is nice, Corbin’s Bend books can be read as stand-alones as well.


Excerpt :

“See, here’s the thing. I was more than willing to take a break. Aside from your temper, I’ve never had to worry much about you, and I figured I could trust you enough to keep yourself under control, and remember the heart of why we do this. But now, now you’re disobedient, you’re not living up to your responsibilities, you’re rude and belligerent, and you seem to enjoy throwing it in my face that I can’t spank you for it. The way I see it, you’ve been begging me to do just that.”

Ginger bit her lip, chewing it absently as she pondered his words. Is that what she had been doing? Shame rose up in her cheeks as she remembered her harsh words and defiant actions. It was just yesterday, but it seemed so long ago now. Nothing to put things in perspective like a first thing in the morning trip over your husband’s knee, she mused.

“Is that what you’ve been doing Ginger? Have you been begging for a spanking?”

She didn’t reply, still wrapped up in her own thoughts, she didn’t even realize he was asking her a question, until his hand stopped rubbing and came cracking down on her backside with all the force of a paddle. Damn, she had forgotten how hard his hands could be.

“Answer me, woman.” His hand went back, poised for impact, and she squeaked out her answer, bracing herself for the blow.

“No, I wasn’t, I wasn’t!” It didn’t seem to be the answer he was looking for, as his hand connected with her aching backside.

“Okay, okay, maybe I was! But, it wasn’t conscious!”

At her admission, his hand stilled, coming down softly to rest on her back. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Tell me, whose idea was it do domestic discipline?”

Ginger sighed. “Mine, Sir”

“And, whose idea was it to move to Corbin’s Bend?”

She could see where this was going, and it didn’t bode well for her. “Mine, Sir”

“Mmm-hmm” His finger pumped inside her, in and out of her tight hole. She clenched around it, hoping for relief, but he just pumped harder. “Whose idea was it to take a break, from any and all punishments, against the advice of our friends and mentors?”

“It was my idea.” Her voice sounded empty, even to her.

The pumping stopped, but the spanking began in earnest. His hand flattened against her bottom, again and again, peppering both cheeks with sharp swats, one after another, with no pause between. Dd may have been her idea, but damn, the man could spank.

“It seems to me,” he began, concentrating on reddening the crease between her thighs and bottom cheeks, “that we’ve been doing things your way for much too long. I’ve let you be in charge of everything, even this.”


Buy Links:


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Rayanna Jamison is a spanking romance author. Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now resides in Southern Utah, where she likes to say she spends her days sipping mudslides and writing by the hot tub while the kids play. Her stories border on sweet, although they get slightly naughtier with each new story she writes. Her passion is to write about submission in its many forms, and the effects it has on relationships and lives.


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Summer Graystone visits with her new Age Play!

I’m so excited to have Summer Graystone visiting me today! Her new AP, Bailey’s Little Adventure, is also part of the Little Haven Age Play set.  I can’t wait to read this! It is next on my TBR list. :)


Bailey's Little Adventure


Hi Katherine! Thank you so much for hosting me today!

I’m sharing an excerpt from my latest book – Bailey’s Little Adventure. This is an age play story which is actually part of the Little Haven Collection released last month. You can find more about that collection here on my blog.

The snippet I’m going to share with you is an emotional one. In this part of the story Bailey had just made a big mistake and it really shows how much her Daddy loves her even when she messes up.


The sky was just turning gray along the horizon, and I was suddenly exhausted. But my mind refused to stop turning.

“Ian? Can we talk?”

“When we get home, Bailey.” He reached across the console and took my hand. “It’s okay. We’re almost there.”

He pulled the car into the garage, and then came around and opened my door for me. I stepped out into the space where my car should have been parked. I blinked at the empty space, and the tears I’d been holding back welled up again.

“Come on, Bailey. Let’s get you into bed.”

He led me by the hand to our bedroom and arranged the pillows, then set me on the edge of the bed. He undressed me with care, easing my t-shirt over my bruised arm.

“Do you want pajamas?”

I was sitting in my bra and panties. I shrugged. It seemed like such a monumental decision to make. Ian got up, rummaged through my dresser, and came up with a cotton nightgown I never wore. He helped me into it and then got me under the blankets.

“Do you want anything to eat? Something to drink?” He was standing at the end of the bed, and I had the feeling all he wanted was to be anywhere other than with me.

“I want us to talk, Ian.” I patted the bed. “You said we’d talk.”

He came and sat beside me. I reached out and took his hand. “You’re mad at me, aren’t you?”

“I’m relieved you weren’t seriously hurt.” He wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t meet my eyes. My heart was thumping in a painful way. This must be what a broken heart feels like.

“I was scared, Bailey. Really scared. All they’d tell me was you’d been in an accident. They didn’t want me there, they kept telling me to go to the hospital. I finally got them to tell me where you were.”

He looked up at me, and I choked back a sob. There were tears in his eyes, and he looked ten years older. “Bailey, I thought I’d lost you. And I didn’t think I could stand it if that happened.”

I reached for him and he climbed onto the bed next to me, and I wrapped my arms around him. For a long time we held each other, both of us crying. I’d never seen Ian cry.

Finally he sat back, wiping his eyes. “But you’re fine. You’re banged up, but you’re okay. And you’re here. That’s all that I care about.”

“But if I wasn’t such a failure, then this all wouldn’t have happened.” I held out my arm, the bruise deep and bloody. “The car…”

“Bailey, I don’t care about the car.” His voice was rough, and he pulled away, looking at me with something like anger.

“I care about you, no matter what. I can’t not care. Even if you fuck up so badly you crash the car. It was an accident. Granted, it was because you are impulsive, but it was an accident. You didn’t do it on purpose, did you?”

I shook my head. “No, but… I keep messing up.”

“I don’t care, Bailey. I love you. Whether it’s you, the adult, the woman I fell in love with and married, the one who is brilliant, successful, and competent. Or whether it’s you when we’re role-playing, the impulsive, intense, irrepressible, lovable Bailey that I discovered lived inside you, I love you.”

I was crying again, big gulping sobs that shook my shoulders. He reached out, wiping away my tears.

“I love how complex you are, every part of you. But you’ve got to cut yourself some slack, Bailey. You’re still learning, we both are. And it’s okay.”

“But… I can’t… there’s all the stuff you want that I can’t give you.”

“If you mean the bondage, I don’t expect you to be into that at the same level I am. For me, it’s something I’ve wanted for a long time, just like you wanted to role-play. But you’re willing to try. You have tried…”

I stopped crying. “Tie me up now. Please.”


Well! If you want to know what happens then you have to pick up a copy of the book right? Check out the full blurb below!



Even though she is an adult with a full-time job, Bailey loves role-playing as daddy’s naughty little girl. Nothing is more fun than dressing like a teen and teasing her husband, who is always ready to punish her properly before pleasuring her more than she would have thought possible. When she discovers that he would like to tie her up so that she is completely vulnerable and at his mercy, she trusts him to keep her safe, even when he pushes her past her comfort zone.

But Bailey’s perfectionism makes her insecure about their relationship, and when she makes a mistake that disappoints her daddy she panics and wonders if she could lose him forever. Can he prove to Bailey that even when things get really hard, he will always be there for his little girl with the love, guidance, and discipline she needs?


Publisher’s Note: Bailey’s Little Adventure contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled Little Haven.


Buy Links:


All Romance Books


Author links

http://www.amazon.com/Summer-Graystone/e/B00XTIQ23O http://summergraystone.blogspot.com/




Thank you for having me on your blog Katherine!

Kelly Dawson visits with her new book- Rachel’s Journey

I am so excited to have Kelly Dawson visiting today. Her new book is about a woman with Tourette’s Syndrome. I just bought it, and can’t wait to read it. :)


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Author Bio: Kelly Dawson loves anything to do with horses, rodeos and cowboys, and loves to get lost in a good book – preferably a rural romance where a strong woman falls in love with a ruggedly-handsome, tough but gentle cowboy, and these are the types of characters who feature in the stories she writes. Only in Kelly’s books, the cowboys are even better because they spank! She lives literally at the bottom of the world in the South Island of New Zealand, with her husband, four kids, a dog and a cat.


Author’s Note about Rachel’s Journey: Rachel’s Journey is very close to my heart. Like Rachel, I too, have Tourette’s Syndrome. I have tried to portray what it is like to live with this neurological disorder, and while Tourette’s affects everyone differently so each person’s experience is unique, it is my personal experience, how Tourette’s affects me, that is told in Rachel’s Journey. In some ways, Rachel’s Journey is my biography, only fictionalised. Rachel’s circumstances are nothing like my own, but in all the ways that matter, Rachel is me.


Social Media Links: I can be found all over the web. Check me out here:

My blog: http://www.kellydawsonauthor.blogspot.co.nz/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008980697756

Google+: https://www.google.com/+KellyDawsonauthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KELLYDAWSONauth

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/kellydawsonau/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13257528.Kelly_Dawson


Blurb: Rachel was such a loser. Growing up with Tourette’s Syndrome has taught her that. Who could possibly want someone who contorted their faces in bizarre twitches or snorted at random? Not even Mike, the man who had promised he loved her, had been able to put up with it. She broke up with him when she caught him cheating on her during their great overseas experience, promptly flying back home to hide and lick her wounds.

James was the manager for the 850 acre farm she and her brother Simon had inherited.  She liked James. He’d always treated her nicely, like an honorary little sister, and she’d had a crush on him forever. Not that she could ever tell him. She wasn’t going to set herself up for rejection ever again.

But when it seems that someone is out to harm her, can she count on James to come to her rescue?

Set in rural New Zealand, this epic romance will thrill you and keep you captivated, enchant you with charming detail and inspire you, as learning to overcome adversity ultimately is Rachel’s Journey.


Buy Links:

Blushing Books



Excerpt: The first time James spanks Rachel

With one hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades holding her down, he used the other hand to smack her butt, hard.

“Ow!” Rachel shrieked. Even through her jeans the smack had hurt! James smacked her twice more, even harder. “Ow! Get off me you brute!” Rachel shrieked again. She struggled to get free and kicked out at his shins, but he held her down easily, ignored her yells, and continued to spank her butt ferociously, his large work-roughened hand covering most of her bottom with each smack and the force of the blows jarring her whole body.

After another seven or eight whacks James let her up, but he stood in front of her, blocking her escape with his body. As Rachel stood up, she glared at James, daggers shooting from her eyes.

James knew that if looks could kill, he’d be shrivelling up and disappearing through the ground right about now. But that didn’t stop him from continuing the lecture he’d started earlier. He found his best scolding voice. “You are a brat. Why don’t you care about your personal safety? Or, come to think of it, the personal safety of anyone else who might be unlucky enough to be on the road at the same time as you?”

Rachel shrugged again. “I suck, ok? I don’t care about my safety because I don’t care about me! I thought you would have figured that out by now!”

James grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a gentle shake, looking intently into her eyes. “No you do not suck. Why do you keep talking like that?”


back to reality (personal post) :)



The Deane household is back from the beach, and settling into “normal” life again. I loved the beach, and the aspect of “getting away” for most of the week.


My favorite things about the beach were:


Wonderful sunshine and salty smelling wind that blew my hair into knots.

Seriously, why bother brushing it? It was going to fall out of the braid or ponytail and get messed up anyway. So I left it in loose, messy braids and ponytails.


Unrestricted dressing standards

My husband got quite the chuckle out of my loose dresses. It turns out they are a little see through, though (and I was bra-less). ;)

LOL, you can’t wear beachwear back at home, or the neighbors get really angry ;)


Watching the kids jump through gigantic waves with their daddy.

He even took one for the team, and got a black swollen eye trying to keep our littlest one from going under water. He’s our hero. :) He even let me snap a picture of his “fighter look”.


Finding the best seashells

I went on a trek for the perfect seashells, and found out, that the best seashells were the imperfect ones- beautifully flawed. That kind of resonated with me. :)

And I’m going to make seashell necklaces to remember our trip.


Making a huge birthday sign in the sand

It took me several hours of digging, scratching sand lines, and filling with seashells. I finally finished with a truly awesome “Happy Birthday (to my daughter)” banner that was absolutely huge! (It washed away with the tide, but we knew that would happen.)



My least favorite things about the beach:


Sun and ocean allergies

My body is highly senstitive to changes in environment, so I blotched up and rashed and got really funky looking after some of our beach play. (Thankfully, I had my essential oils and the guide book. So , no worries.)

But I do wonder if my body is allergic to the beach. :( That would really stink.


Coffee makers

Gah! Is there anything worse than trying to do math- BEFORE coffee?!?! Seriously, the bag says to measure out the coffee per 6 oz of water.

Well, the doggone coffee pot measures water in cups (which I know are 8 oz).

So we had to do math! A lot of math. Hubby and I went back and forth for a good few minutes (remember, we had not had much sleep, and were pre-coffee),

“10 cups is 80 ounces, right?”


“How many times does six go into 80?”

“Why don’t you just do eight cups. We don’t need 10 cups of coffee”

“Ok, how many 6 ounces go into 64?”

“just dump a bunch in, until it’s about ¾ full.”


Worst coffee ever!

LOL, four days of the worst coffee ever. We never quite got the numbers right. And when we finally did try out 13 tablespoons, it was more than what we had originally dumped into the filter.

Next time, I am bringing my single cup maker.

No math.

One k-cup

Press the water button

Glorious coffee in less than a minute


Final least favorite

Leaving the beach :(

Self explanatory



I guess this means I should give my favorites and least favorites about being home:


I am definitely happy to be back in my own environment, and am drinking delicious single cup coffee, while snuggling with kittens and typing a blog post using internet.

(Hallelujia! Did I forget to mention, no internet connection, as one of my “not favorite beach moments”? ) ;)

And I am happy to get back into a scheduled routine (we have math and reading to do, swimming lessons, etc…).

But I miss the beach. It was nice being on vacation for even that short amount of time. It was nice being together as a family, and actually interacting with each other.

It was nice to just get away from the everyday stresses. LOL, and stress about little things like sand and coffee measuring.


I am thankful to be back home with my family and the (super cute, but sometimes mean) kitties.


Now, it’s time to set a real summer schedule.

I still have two fairy tale / paranormal books to finish writing and editing.

And I have a ton of laundry to catch up on.


At least we brought home plenty of sand to remember our trip.





Realizing Her Dream!

My good friend, Laurel, has a brand new spanking romance coming out on June 5th! I am so excited for her and her co-author, Maggie Ryan. This is going to be so awesome! :) Here’s some cool info about their joint venture :)



realizing her dream

When Casey Reeves loses her husband to an unexpected heart attack, she gives herself a new mantra: To live life as if it were an amazing adventure, as every single day matters.
Unfortunately, one of the things on her bucket list looks far better on paper, and when Casey finds herself up in a plane, strapped to a tall, handsome man, about to undertake her very first parachute jump, she realizes that she’d do just about anything to be able to back out.

Paul Jackson has been a parachute instructor ever since he retired early, and has seen his fair share of terrified women, but when Casey hysterically promises to do anything he asks in return for being able to return to solid ground safely—even let him spank her—he’s amused, and not a little intrigued. He’s also more than willing to accept her bargain.

Casey finds herself taking a leap of faith—in more ways than one. The two begin their journey together, spending some time on a luxurious yacht, in a tropical rainforest and even in a ranch in outback Australia, as they work their way through her list.

What they discover is that life has a tendency not to follow carefully designed plans. With Paul beside her, Casey quickly learns that living every day to its fullest entails far more than she’d ever imagined. And by her side throughout the action, danger and laughter is a man who not only has no hesitation in reddening her bottom when she deserves it, but can send her soaring into ecstasy with a single look or a touch of his hand.

Finding a new love to equal—or even exceed—her old one was not even on Casey’s bucket list but now that she has, can they make it work? Is Paul really the man of her dreams?

Best-selling author Maggie Ryan and newcomer Laurel Jane have put their heads and their pens together to come up with this, an exciting tale of romance, lust, love, spanking and adventure. If the subject of domestic discipline or explicit erotica offends you, please do not read this book.

Coming June 5th to Blushing Books, Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Visit Maggie Ryan’s Blog
On Facebook: Maggie Ryan and Laurellaskey@facebook.com
And on Twitter: @blushingMaggie and @LaurelLasky1

Email: maggie.ryan.writes@gmail.com



“I’m very pleased to see you are still here,” he said.
Casey attempted to think of something witty to say, but every word stuck in her throat. The only thing she could do was nod.
She thought about quipping that she had been born ready but for some reason, the man towering over her looked quite capable of making her prove it. “Um, to go celebrate? Is that what you mean?”
“Believe me, Casey, you’ll always understand exactly what I mean.” He paused to hold out his hand and she took it automatically. “We’ll have some dinner, and then for dessert—well, at least for my dessert anyway—I will give you the spanking you’ve been promised. This is your last chance to back out. If you agree, and by that I mean agree to both dinner and having your bottom blistered, I’ll pick you up tonight. Now tell me, are you ready?”