The Laird And The Sassenach

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The Laird and the Sassenach

By Ashe Barker

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Tag Lines

  • Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Laird
  • A highland warrior with a score to settle
  • She faces justice, truth, and a Laird’s vengeance


After her half-brother attacks the kinsmen of Blair McGregor, Lady Roselyn of Etal is brought before the stern highland laird to answer for her reluctant, unwitting role in the crime. Once she has told her story, she throws herself at his mercy.

Blair soon realizes that Roselyn is as much a victim of her half-brother as anyone, but his people’s demands for justice cannot be ignored entirely, so he strips the young Englishwoman bare and chastises her firmly with a switch applied to her naked backside.

The painful, humiliating punishment both assuages Roselyn’s guilt and leaves her yearning to be even more thoroughly mastered by the handsome laird. Though Blair makes it clear that she is free to return home, she instead chooses to remain with the him in his castle… and in his bed. Their passion soon blossoms into romance, but can the highlander protect his beautiful Sassenach when the villain who caused them both so much pain tries to tear her away from him?

Publisher’s Note: The Laird and the Sassenach includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Blog post Introduction

The Laird and the Sassenach is a story of a man with justice to mete out, and a dilemma to face. Sometimes the truth seems to stare us in the face, at other times it may be not so clear where the blame lies. In the middle ages, of course, matters of crime and punishment, guilt or innocence were simple enough. The social hierarchies of the time placed authority and power in few hands and there were no qualifications required which entitled the privileged to rule. They were just handed the job and the common folk had to hope their leaders would turn out to be wise and fair. Sometimes they got lucky, and The Laird and the Sassenach is a story of one such instance.

I love to write historical stories. I am especially drawn to Highland fantasies, and why not? Who can resist the soaring Scottish scenery and sexy men in kilts. I find myself fascinated by that heady cocktail of honour and lawlessness, the atmospheric sensuality of the time and the way an all-powerful laird will reveal his soft centre just when it matters. But the Sassenach in the story also has her little quirks and faces some unique challenges. And look out for an unlikely star of the show. Freya the wolfhound has her part to play and I absolutely adored her.

I hope readers enjoy The Laird and the Sassenach as much as I loved writing it

Author Interview

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  1. So, tell us a bit more about Blair. He’s stern and sexy, with a twitchy palm, but what else is there to know?

Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Blair has a strong sense of duty, and of justice. He knows that he has to satisfy the demands of the McGregor clan who expect to see justice done but he is unwilling to do so at the expense of an innocent woman. Blair is determined to know the truth and to apportion blame where it should lie, but he is also an implacable enemy. If he discovers that Roselyn is to blame he will not hesitate to make her answer for her crimes.

  1. How many books have you written? Are they all historical or spanking fiction?

I have over forty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. About a dozen of them are historical novels. Some have more of a BDSM vibe going on and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals and sci-fis. I love the variety.

  1. Why do you enjoy writing historical fiction?

History was my favourite lesson at school, though some periods are more fascinating to me than others. I always preferred the medieval or even earlier times, though the Victoriuans were an interesting bunch too. In many ways life was simpler in the past, if a lot more brutal, and of course some of the moral issues we would have to deal with in a contemporary setting don’t apply. Inequality was the norm. Women were expected to obey – or else. A spanking author can have a field day.

  1. What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?

I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.

  1. Do you see writing as a career?

Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.

  1. Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I think it was always there, though I only started writing properly about three years ago. I have always tended to plot stories in my head though, often when sitting in traffic jams on my daily commute. I now work at home so all that time spent inhaling exhaust fumes is finally paying off.

  1. If you could have been told one thing that you weren’t told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard?

I was given lots of advice as a teenager, much of it unsolicited and not especially good. I think we all have to make our own mistakes, but hopefully I haven’t made the same mistake to many times. That would be sad.

Looking back, I think the most important thing I picked up along the way was that we all have choices, all the time. We’re entitled to choose our own way in life, but we should also be ready to own and accept the consequences of our decisions.

Someone once invited me to cast my mind forward to a time perhaps sixty years from now when I’ll be long-gone and my daughter (currently eighteen) is herself entering old age. Imagine she’s talking to her grandchildren, telling them about me. What would I like her to be saying? My actions now, today, will dictate what those obituaries might be so don’t leave it until later to be the sort of person you want to be remembered as.

  1. If you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be…

Resilient. Creative. Calm.

  1. What would you do if you were the last person on this earth?

Turn out the lights.

  1. If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?

I think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or identify with in some way. Or a hero I couldn’t relate to and wouldn’t want to meet. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.

Excerpt 1 (PG)

I shall have to trouble you to remove your gown, Roselyn. And your shift. I require you naked to the waist.”

Her eyes darkened to a shade close to violet. “I cannot. You cannot ask that of me.”

I am not asking. It is not a request, it is a command. You will remove your clothing, or I shall summon a couple of my guards and they will remove it for you.” He stood and reached for her thin shoulder. Apart from offering her his arm to lead her into the solar this was the first time he had touched her and he was oddly pleased that despite her predicament and obvious fear she did not shrink away from him. He squeezed gently. “I do not intend to harm you, Roselyn, and this will be easier for you if just the two of us are present. If you require assistance I shall be pleased to aid you.”

She turned her face in his direction. “You really believe there might still be bruises.”

It is possible, aye. Shall we find out?” He deliberately gentled his tone, sensing that she was willing to do even this if it would help to bolster her case.

There was a brief pause. She chewed on her lower lip and twisted her fingers nervously. Moments passed, then she raised her face to grant him a tremulous smile. “Very well, my lord. Thank you.”

Thank you?”

For your offer of aid. I believe I shall require it for my hands are shaking.”

Fuck. He took no pleasure in that knowledge, though why he should care was beyond him. Blair turned her to face him and with a few deft movements untied the laces which held her kirtle closed at the neck. The garment was simple enough and practical. He was glad of that as he separated the two halves and slid it off her shoulders and down her arms. Beneath she wore just a woollen leine, loose enough not to require any fastenings. The lower portion disappeared into the skirts of her kirtle, still held at the waist by her belt made of plaited leather. Blair loosened the belt to free the fabric beneath, then pulled the leine up out of the confines of her outer clothing. Despite her acquiescence, Roselyn made a grab for the garment as he started to lift it higher.

Blair paused. “Roselyn?”

She released her grip on the soft wool and raised her arms obediently in order to allow him to draw it over her head. She was naked beneath.

She was his enemy, but that was no reason not to speak his mind. Blair made no pretence of not observing what was displayed before him.

You are quite lovely, Lady Roselyn.”

She gulped and laid her hands over the plump mounds. “Please…” she whispered.

He leaned in to murmur in her ear. “Do not be afraid. I mean you no harm here. I will touch you now, and if I hurt you, you must say so. Do you understand?”

Yes, sir.” Her lovely eyes were closed and she continued to worry her lower lip between her small white teeth. Despite his reassurances, she was plainly terrified. The view was delightful but even so, he opted to conclude their business as quickly as he might.

Turn to the right, if you please, to better catch the light from the window.” Not that he particularly required the benefit of improved illumination; the yellows and faint purplish smudges on her skin were plain to see. Blair was familiar with injuries acquired in battle and in training. He had sustained enough himself and had no difficulty in recognising the remnants of a severe battering. Both sides of her slender torso were similarly marked from just below her arms almost to her waist. He could not accurately date the original attack, but saw no cause to dispute her account of it.

He stroked the contours of her ribs on her left side, careful to exert no pressure. Even so, she winced. “Does it still pain ye, lass?”

Your hands are cold, my lord.”

Blair chuckled. “Ah, I apologise.” He stepped around to better examine the right side also. This time when he laid his fingers on her she remained still.

Are there bruises, my lord?”

Aye, there are.”

Then this will prove my account? You believe me?”

It helps, without doubt. ‘Tis a pity we have no witness to support your story, though I daresay I could dispatch men to Kelso to question the Reverend Mother.”

You would do that?”

He was surprised to realise that he would. Indeed he would, for he found he badly wanted to prove the mitigating circumstances which might help excuse Lady Roselyn’s actions. He was not a fool, Blair knew his people well. He would have to present convincing evidence of coercion in order to satisfy the members of Clan McGregor who would demand retribution for the deaths of their kinsfolk. As matters stood they would expect him to hang the English wench and would consider that a merciful end. It might yet come to that, but despite his earlier intentions he now found he had no real stomach for heaping his vengeance upon this fragile wench.



Excerpt 2 (18+)

Will you beat me again?”

Aye, if you deserve it. For disobedience or disrespect. I am master here and that will apply to all. But you would not find me cruel. Indeed, I believe you would find pleasure in what I offer.”

Pleasure, my lord? I do not quite take your meaning.”

Will you not own to the slightest stirring? You may deny your arousal but your body betrays ye, Roselyn. Your nipples are swollen, your eyes have darkened as you consider my offer. I believe if you were to spread your thighs for me now I would find you wet.”

Wet?” She drew in a shuddering breath. “My nipples… it is chilly in here.”

Nay, it is not. I banked up the fire afore I woke you. Stop making excuses and open your legs for me, Roselyn.”

I will not.”

Yes, you will, and you will do it now.”


He trailed his fingers the length of her body, tracing a path between her breasts and across her flat stomach to her mound. There he teased the auburn curls which protected her most intimate place.

Open for me.” He leaned in to whisper the words into her ear, his familiar male smell overwhelming her senses. He was spice, and he was musk, heather, pine, and something mysteriously unique, an essence which was only his.

Roselyn was lost, mesmerised. She rolled fully onto her back, even managed not to wince as her weight settled on her punished buttocks. Bending her knees a little, she allowed him to tease her thighs apart. His slid his hand between her legs and stroked her moist folds.

Ah, so deliciously damp. Roselyn, you do indeed delight me.”

My lord…” She was lost, her words buried under the waves of pure sensation. “What are you doing to me?”

I am pleasuring ye, sweetheart. Be still for me, and open wider.”

As though in a trance, wrapped in fog of unaccustomed sensuality, Roselyn obeyed. She arched her back and let out a sharp cry as he slipped one long finger into her wet channel.

He paused. “Did I hurt ye?”

She shook her head. “No. It was… oh, please do that once more if you would.”

He thrust his finger into her again, then added a second digit. Unfamiliar sensations assailed Roselyn, both confusing and exciting. And intense. It was incredible, unbelievable. Her head whirled. She felt tight, stretched, yet at the same time she wanted nothing other than to spread her body open, to welcome this intrusion. He was right, this was about pleasure. It was a strange sort of joy, but she craved it nonetheless.

That feels good, my lord.”

My title is laird, not lord, but I believe we are on first name terms now. You will use my given name, most particularly when my fingers or indeed any part of my anatomy is lodged within your sweet cunt.”

Oh, God…”

Nay, just Blair will do.” He withdrew his fingers and resumed stroking her outer lips. He found a spot which brought Roselyn’s hips right up from the mattress. “Ah, now I see I have your complete attention. Perhaps you might like to practice using my name.” He paused in his sensuous rubbing and Roselyn moaned her need.

Say my name,” he urged.

Blair.” She whispered it.

He resumed the torturous caress. “Again. Say it again. Louder.”

She raised her voice a little. “Blair.”

Better. And you will scream my name when you find your release.”


He took that most sensitive nubbin between his fingers and he squeezed. Something clenched within, deep in her core, and Roselyn longed for his fingers to be inside her tight channel again. She yearned to be filled, stretched, owned.

Could you…? Blair, I need…”

I know.” He continued to roll her sensitive flesh between his fingers, whilst he used his free hand to open that most secret place and plunged two digits into her again.

It was too much. Roselyn could no longer speak, could not even form a coherent thought. She could only feel as irresistible shudders rocked her slight form and her inner walls clenched helplessly around his fingers. She arched further, lifting her hips, pleading for something, anything…

Oh, Blair. Blair, Blair, Blair!” She let out a keening wail as the sensations peaked and her body convulsed, then, gasping, she stilled.

Excerpt 3 (18+)

An hour later Blair ascended his private stairs leading to his solar. Roselyn had gone up some twenty minutes earlier, at his bidding. She should be ready for him by now. Aiden had also completed his allotted task and the products of the man’s labours now awaited the laird, suitably prepared and soaking in a bucket of water in the hallway outside his chamber door.

Blair halted to check the switches. Aiden had done his work well and Blair could detect no sharp edges which might cut Roselyn’s delicate skin. He crossed the solar to the door which led to the smaller chamber where he slept.

Roselyn had obeyed his instructions to perfection, particularly considering that this was the first time he had required her to be naked in his presence. He had been tempted on many occasions and as his prisoner, there would have been little she could do had he decided to take advantage of her vulnerable situation. When her very life hung in the balance his innate sense of honour would not permit him to stoop to such an act, but all had changed now.

She turned her head as he entered the room. “My lord…?”

You will not speak, Roselyn, unless I ask you a direct question. You may of course scream—indeed, I believe my people will expect it.”

She nodded and bowed her head.

He paused for a moment to peruse her slim body. Had there been the slightest mark remaining, any residue of her beating at Kelso, he would have insisted that this issue between them be deferred. There was not.

Very well then, we continue. He strode past her to fetch the bolster from the head of the bed and moved it to the foot. Blair considered the arrangement for a moment, then took a length of folded plaid from a chest and added that to the pile. It would do. He turned to regard Lady Roselyn.

I shall require you to lie across the foot of my bed where I have placed pillows which will lift your bottom up for me. I expect you to remain still and in position until I am finished, and I have no doubt that you will find that difficult. If you move I shall be obliged to start all over again, so to avoid disappointment to both of us I shall tie you in place. Your wrists shall be secured, and your ankles.” He moved to stand immediately in front of her and tipped up her chin with his fingers. “I will hurt you, Roselyn, for that is what I intend, but I will do you no lasting harm. Do you understand the difference?”

I… I believe so, my lord. You are not at all like my brother.”

No, I am not. So, may I help you up?”

She nodded and reached for his hand. Blair helped her to her feet then paused to peruse her naked form. “You are quite lovely.” He meant it but now was not the moment to pursue that disruptive line of thought. Instead, he brushed his lips across her forehead then led her to the foot of the bed. “Lean forward and rest your body on the pillows. You may take your time to get settled, and when you are ready I shall tie you in place.”

He stepped back to allow her the space to move, and moments later he was rewarded by the sight of her upturned, naked buttocks presented prettily for his punishment. His unruly cock stood to attention as Blair admired the vision before him. For several moments he did not move, but then he heard her whimper. She was afraid, utterly terrified. He should conclude this as quickly as he might and ogle her later.

Spread your legs as wide as you are able, Roselyn. I shall secure your ankles first.”

He crouched and fastened her delicate feet to the bedposts, his actions both swift and deft. He used leather straps, sufficiently flexible not to cause undue discomfort, but neither could she escape or kick. He had every confidence she would do her utmost to achieve both before they were done.

Next he moved to her side and took her right hand in his. He pulled it into the small of her back, then drew her left to join it. “I shall bind your wrists like this.”

She lay still as he finished his preparations, her breathing rapid. Satisfied that she would remain quite still during the proceedings and not wishing to prolong her ordeal unnecessarily, Blair returned to the outer solar to select his first bundle of switches.

Excerpt 4 (18+)

Roselyn opted to settle back on the bed beside him, though her sole focus was the hard length of male potency now cradled between her hands. She had nothing with which to compare, but if she wrapped just one fist around it her fingers would not meet so she judged him to be large. She ran her hands the length of him, from the base of his cock to the rounded, smooth head, then back down again. He let out a long sigh which she interpreted as indicating approval. Accordingly, she repeated the action, then again for good measure. Blair’s cock lurched in her hands.

Roselyn was startled. “Did I do something wrong?”

Nay, lass. That was good. Mind, should you be moved to reach a little lower and cup my balls I should not complain over much.”

Ever a diligent scholar, Roselyn was quick to heed his direction. She sought his balls and attempted to hold them in one hand though they seemed to possess a will of their own. Even so, she commenced a slow, steady massage whilst continuing to pump her other hand up and down the length of his shaft. She quickly realised that the head, that bulbous and smoothly rounded cap, was weeping with cool, slick liquid and becoming wetter with every stroke. Roselyn ran her thumb through the gathering moisture to spread it everywhere she could and she assumed that Blair’s moans signified his approval of that strategy.

His aroma enveloped her, the air redolent with the scent of arousal. Was it his, or hers? She could not be sure but it did not matter. The musky tang clung to her and she bent toward him to better inhale. The odour was heady, addictive… she needed more.

An idea occurred to her. He had said he would taste her, but why should she not know his flavours too? The scent sang to her of spices and freshness, but with a quality, she believed to be uniquely male. She would know it better, understand this new experience more completely if she were to make use of all her senses. It was practical, prudent even… She grasped him firmly in her hand and leaned down even more.

At first, she was tentative, just drawing the tip of her tongue through the wetness which coated his cock.

Blair muttered that Gaelic word again, adding in several more before he wrapped a great hank of her hair around his hand. He did not pull on it, though, nor did he force her head forward. He simply held it, held her.

Gaining in confidence, Roselyn savoured the salty taste on her tongue, then she parted her lips. She took him in, just the head at first. His cock stretched her mouth, but she managed. She sucked on it as though it were a sweetmeat, and decided the similarities were striking enough. The taste was exceptional, a spicy tang which grew stronger as she increased the suction. She turned her face to the side so the head slipped into the pocket of her inner cheek and she was able to take more of the shaft. She used her hand to pump that portion remaining outside, at the same time squeezing the heavy orbs which nestled against her other palm.

Blair tightened his grip on her hair, which heightened her arousal. She was powerful, in control of what was happening between them, but only so long as he permitted it. At any moment he could haul her off or ram her face down, forcing her to take him deeper. He did neither, though he twisted more of her hair around his hand.

He thrust up with his hips, not hard, but enough to signal that he wanted more from her. Roselyn found added momentum, squeezed a fraction harder, sucked that little bit more.

Sweetheart… you need to stop now.” His tone was muffled, pained almost.

Roselyn released him from her mouth. Had she done something wrong?

Continue with your hands, harder, faster,” he growled. “Yes, like that. Just. Like. That.”

He jerked violently in her hands. “Let go of my balls and lay that hand over the top, right at the end.”

She obeyed, just as a surge of hot, viscous liquid spurted across her palm.


Dinna stop. Not yet…”

She didn’t, and more of the fluid coated her sticky fingers. The aroma was even stronger, headier, and without thinking Roselyn slipped her fingers into her mouth to lick them. Rich flavours exploded on her tongue, sweet and zesty flavours with a piquancy which spoke to her of intimacy, of heat, and of erotically wicked pleasures.

Blair’s grip in her hair relaxed. He stroked her head as though to soothe away a hurt he had not caused. For long moments neither spoke.

Blair broke the silence. “Next time, you shall take my essence in your mouth and swallow it. All of it. For now, though, and since you so particularly wished to explore, I thought it best that you discover what you could expect to happen when you suck a man’s cock.”

Thank you, sir. It was a most salutary lesson and I appreciate your… your…”

My generosity?” put in her helpful tutor.

Yes, that is it. Your generosity. Now, though, I believe I may be in need of a cloth.”

I shall summon Meggie.”

No!” The prospect of being discovered naked in The McGregor’s bed, her hands covered in his semen, was not one she could quite face. Not yet. “I… I believe I might contrive to manage for myself.”

He laughed. “And I believe you to be shy. Allow me, then.” In moments he had produced a bowl of water, regrettably cool, and a cloth. He proceeded to wipe the remnants of his semen from her hands, then, she supposed from himself. There was a soft splash as he dropped the cloth back into the bowl. “I need to leave, and I will not press you for an answer at once regarding your plans. I hope though that I have managed to demonstrate that your role as my mistress would not be unduly onerous.”

Roselyn could come up with no suitable answer for that, save a somewhat bemused, “Yes, Blair.”

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days – her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.

At the last count, Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

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Marriage, Mobsters, And The Marine

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Marriage, Mobsters, and the Marine,

Abigail and Jared marry for mutual convenience, each unaware of the other’s BDSM lifestyle.

Can love blossom despite extortion threats, kidnapping, and attempted murder?


Abigail Montgomery, a small town schoolteacher with zero self-confidence, dreams of the Dickensian Christmas her family never enjoyed. Each month she attends a masked BDSM club, but her next visit will be her last. If she doesn’t marry within the next year, her brother won’t inherit Montgomery Hall. Desperate, she advertises for a husband.

Jared Armstrong, a former Marine sharpshooter and occasional Dom needs to $125,000 to get his family out of a hole. His solution—to marry Abigail Montgomery for her money. His only regret is his wife won’t accept his spanking lifestyle.

Gradually, Abigail comes to dream of making their marriage real, but she promised Jared a divorce two years after their wedding. Can they share some Christmas magic as their relationship faces extortion threats, a kidnapping, and an attempted murder? Or will Jared break her heart when he walks away?

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Excerpt 1

Abigail straightened her blonde wig, put on her mask, and strutted into the Masked Night’s BDSM club like Catwoman. Of course, everyone went incognito here, their names assigned by the vetting committee. Tonight, she’d become Kitty Gail, a sassy sub on her way to a first-ever hookup with the mouthwatering Dom, Master Jay.

The low moans of a woman bent over a spanking bench sounded bittersweet to Abigail’s ears. Knowing she’d never visit the club again added an extra swagger to her step. Not coming back for her monthly spanking would be…difficult. In the real world, she exuded confidence, carefully hiding the scared little girl inside her that even her family had disapproved of.

Damn it, she needed that spanking. It reminded her of how much she’d moved on and let her cope with the doubts that always chipped away at her confidence. The mind-blowing orgasms that followed were an added bonus.

But after tonight, Kitty Gail, with her figure-hugging blue catsuit and mask, would morph back into boring schoolteacher, Abigail Montgomery. Permanently.

Excerpt 2

For a moment, she’d forgotten everything but pleasing him. She loved it when she lost herself in a world of submission. Obediently, she slid onto the floor and sat, legs extended forward, her back against the base of the chair.

His voice sounded harsh. “Pull your ankles in until they touch your thighs.”

The position left her legs open and her pussy exposed. Her breathing turned ragged as she obeyed. “Yes, Master.”

He looped the blindfold around her blue cat mask. Abigail’s world went dark. She felt lost and helpless as she surrendered herself to his care. Each month she returned to the club to feed her subspace addiction, but tonight with Master Jay, she drifted deeper than ever before. This Master gave her exactly what she needed.

He dropped his hands to her shoulders, “Hold that pose. Don’t move.”

Behind her, she heard his trousers rustle and decided he’d risen to his feet. Her pulse raced as she waited to see what he’d do next. Spank her, she hoped.

Excerpt 3

He held her a moment longer than necessary, then dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. When he released her, she perched on the edge of the bed. The way she stared at him reminded him of a startled fawn about to run. Stepping back, he closed the door and checked it had locked behind him. “First, we’ll address your disobedience and how you put yourself in danger. After I’ve spanked some sense into you, we’ll talk about what happened.”

He hadn’t meant to unleash his dominant side on his unsuspecting wife, but if those creeps in the car park had gotten another shot off, she might have bled out on the bedroom floor. He refused to think about his Abigail wounded and bleeding because those idiots had come after him. Leaning against the door, he folded his arms across his chest. “Take off your robe.”

Abigail’s gaze darted about the room. “You’re going to spank me? When I tried to help you?”

He pictured her bare assed and laid over his knee. “Hell yeah. You put yourself in danger. I’d never have forgiven myself if those bastards had put a bullet in you. Why are you still wearing your robe?”

He knew this pushed her boundaries, but he needed to make her understand how much he needed her to stay safe. Okay, he suspected no one had spanked her even when she’d been a child, so he’d go easy on her virgin ass. Afterwards, he’d screw her, if she still wanted him. “Normally I’d blister your bare butt with a paddle or spank it until you couldn’t sit for a week. For the first time, I’ll limit your punishment to five bare-bottom slaps.”

Excerpt 4

Jared smiled at last. “Such pretty nipples. Don’t stop until I come back.”

She wanted to ask where he was going, but he’d ordered her into silence. Obeying him when he turned dominant and demanding thrilled her, but after Jared, she’d never sub for anyone else. When he returned, he handed her two clothespins. “One on each nipple. Now.”

She wasn’t a fan of breast clamping, but she pinched one nipple until it stood proud and fastened the clothespin on it. The pain made her gasp. She said nothing, just repeated the actions with the other nipple and waited for him to tell her what to do next.

She watched him roll his shoulders as if dissipating tension. He pushed her legs open and stared at her pussy. “Already damp. Rub your clit until I tell you to stop, but don’t come before I give you permission.”

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Kryssie’s a girl who loves to shopping, history, and writing. Back in 2001 disaster struck and her heart valve collapse. Even her heart specialist told her to make her will. Prognosis shocking. Outcome amazing. Ever since Kryssie’s been chasing her dreams. She’s visited the ancient Greek sites she read about as child, taken a trip to Pompeii, and visited the Orkney Islands.

Her biggest challenge was writing the book she always swore she’d get around to one day. It took a while, and being dyslexic, she lacked the confidence to self-publish. Fortunately, Loose id accepted her first book, To Wed a Werewolf, and she’s been writing ever since.

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Captive Desire



Jack and Morganna are at it again, tag teaming up a set of stories for you! In our first tale, Laurel McGovern is a timid woman who’s been raised by her overbearing uncle, Albert. Even as an adult, he kept her under thumb, working for him and living in one of his buildings. But all of that is about to change… Mark is used to having his way with women. When one catches his off-guard and ties him up, a mixture of anger and lust form inside of him. He needs his mystery Goddess, in many more ways than he can explain. What happens when he discovers the timid waif Laurel is his fierce Goddess? For our second story, we find ourselves in New York, circa 1962, following the Lust demon Roxanne yet again. Her master, Beelzebub has sent her here with one task in mind – to execute the assassination of JFK. Now what she does as long as that task is performed is up to her. With New York and Dallas as her playgrounds, Roxanne rediscovers the humanity inside of her that one Captain Argus Fletcher helped cultivate centuries prior. Will Roxanne submit to her master’s will? Or will she find the inner strength that’s always been just beneath the surface? Red With Lust answers all these questions, and more!
*Publisher note – Captive Desire is a re-mastered edition of a web story first published on author’s blog. This book contains spanking of adult women and sexual situations if this offends you do not buy this book.
Excerpt 1
“Now, what was it that I promised you exactly, Goddess?” She felt heat fill her neck and spread slowly up into her face. Laurel wanted to look away from the intent in his eyes but found she couldn’t. “I … I …,” Laurel was surprised at the high squeak of her voice. “You can tell me, Goddess,” he waited, looking at her expectantly. “I …you said …you said that you’d spank me…” she blushed even deeper and finally managed to look away, unable to say the rest. “Yes, I said I would spank your sweet ass, but … what else did I promise?” Laurel shivered helplessly, caught in the web of her own desire, “You said you’d … you’d take me until I begged you to stop.” “Then I have a busy night ahead, don’t I, Goddess?” “But you already spanked me!” she cried. Mark chuckled, “A few love taps hardly constitute a spanking Goddess. Don’t worry you’re going to get everything I promised you and then some.” Helpless tears began to gather in her eyes, as he grabbed her firmly by the waist and lifted her slightly, freeing her cuffed hands from the hook above her head. Slowly, he lowered her, letting her body slide down the front of his, causing her to gasp anew at the delicious friction. Grabbing her face gently between his hands, Mark studied her with a soft gaze as he used his thumbs to wipe away the tears that had begun to trickle slowly down her cheeks. Her breath caught at the tenderness she saw in his face and some of the tension coiled deep inside released. Mark wasn’t going to hurt her; she was safe from any real harm. In that moment Laurel made the decision to accept whatever the night brought. She could deal with the fallout later…for now all she had to do was feel. Mark placed a soft kiss on her forehead when he saw acceptance and submission to her fate.
Excerpt 2
With a gentle tug to her bound hands he guided her naked form across his strong thighs. He marvelled at the beauty of her rounded bottom, a little pink from his earlier attentions, running a hand across the full cheeks almost reverently. Laurel squirmed in delight at the gliding caress. “You be still,” he admonished with a sharp smack to her left cheek. She stilled with a hissing gasp at the hot sting. “Good girl. You know you deserve a spanking, don’t you? You’ve been terribly naughty.” The feeling lying across his thighs, naked, with her bottom, arched high for his attentions was indescribable. The fact that he was still fully clothed made her feel helplessly vulnerable and nervous. He raised his hand high and brought it back down on her other cheek leaving a biting sting in its wake, “Don’t you agree that you’ve been terribly naughty, Laurel?” Several more stinging swats accompanied the question. She yelped and jerked across his knee as her bottom began to fill with heat. “Yeeeesssss,” Laurel finally managed to hiss from between her teeth. “Yes, what?” More crisp smacks placed low on the under curve of her bottom brought her head up with a jerk. What did he want? She was suddenly frantic to answer his question correctly, “Yes, I’ve been terribly naughty!” His response was to pull her in tighter and began to spank harder, “Sir. Yes, I’ve been terribly naughty, Sir.” “Yes, I’ve been terribly naughty Sir!” she yelled, as he continued to pepper her bottom with searing heat. Mark smiled at the urgency in her tone as he ran a hand across her hot bottom. It was now a lovely deep shade of pink. Laurel bit back a moan as his hand rubbed across her stinging backside. Suddenly, the stinging heat was almost a pleasure spreading its warmth to other areas. She couldn’t help but to lift her bottom against his hand, needing something more from him, but not quite sure what. “What happens to naughty young ladies, Laurel?”
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Her Alien Commander

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Her Alien Commander

By Ashe Barker


  • Stormy Night, 2016
  • Released 2 September 2016
  • Sci-fi erotic romance
  • Approximately 64,000 words
  • HEA ending


#eroticromance #ashebarker #discipline #dominance #spanking #sci-fi #bdsm




After leaving Earth on what she thought would be an adventure, Caria Montgomery quickly ends up in way over her head. Captured by hostile aliens, she faces the prospect of perishing on an isolated planet until she is rescued by Commander Phahlen Verdar and his crew.


Phahlen is delighted to have a human female aboard his ship. In the years since the women of his own world were nearly wiped out by a terrible plague, taking a mate has become all but impossible for most males of his species, and he doesn’t plan to let this opportunity pass him by. His plan to claim Caria is aided by the fact that, due to the unsavoury nature of the crew of the ship on which she was travelling, she is now a wanted fugitive back on Earth.


Though Caria is initially defiant, a sound spanking on her bare bottom demonstrates her admittedly handsome future mate’s resolve. His bold dominance awakens an intense need within her, and before long she finds herself yearning for the pleasure of his masterful lovemaking. But is she truly prepared to surrender herself fully to her alien commander, or will she seek to return to Earth and clear her name as soon as possible?


Publisher’s Note: Her Alien Commander includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


Author Interview

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  1. Who or what was the inspiration for Caria? Is she anything like you?

Well I’ve never joined a crew of space pirates and raided inter-stellar craft, but I might if the opportunity arose. I suppose Caria is something of an adventurer, and I’m a bit like that too. She tends to jump in with both feet, then worry about the consequences later. In Her Alien Commander she is often impetuous, but she has a streak of bloody-minded determination too, which I admire. The odds might be stacked against her, but she doesn’t give up.


  1. So, tell us a bit more about Phahlen. He’s stern and sexy, with a twitchy palm, but what else is there to know? – RS

Well, I think you just about covered the basics there. Phahlen has a strong sense of duty, and of justice, though Caria may not think so, at least not at first. He knows what he wants from her, but he takes care of her too. He saves her life at the start of the book, and it’s Phahlen who finds a solution to the problem of her criminal past. He’s always there when she needs him, though it takes her a while to appreciate his finer qualities.


  1. How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?

I think I have about forty titles out now, and they are all erotic stories. Some are more BDSM themed and some are spanking/domestic discipline. At first I wrote just contemporary stories, then I started adding a few historicals as well. Her Alien Commander is my first sci-fi and I loved writing it.


  1. Why do you enjoy writing sci-fi?

Because I love the idea of playing God. I can create just the world(s) I want, set up whatever social system suits my story, and craft the most amazing characters. The usual laws of physics, time, and cultural behavior don’t count so the story-telling can be much more creative and inventive in an alternative universe. Stories which might be really controversial if written as a contemporary romance can be ‘cloaked’ in a sci-fi.


  1. What advice would you have for writers who decide to try their hand at erotica?

I’d tell them to have a go, but to have a decent thesaurus to hand. And an internet connection. Youtube is the erotica writer’s friend.

  1. Do you see writing as a career?

Yes. I try to be fairly ordered about it. I like to be at my desk (well, more accurately the kitchen table) laptop fired up and coffee to hand, by nine in the morning and I tend to write for most of the day then. There are also a lot of related tasks to keep on top of, mainly to do with promo or research, or keeping in touch with readers and other authors. It’s definitely a full-time job for me.


  1. Do you recall how your interest in writing originated?

I think it was always there, though I only started writing properly about three years ago. I have always tended to plot stories in my head though, often when sitting in traffic jams on my daily commute. I now work at home so all that time spent inhaling exhaust fumes is finally paying off.


  1. If you could have been told one thing that you weren’t told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard?

I was given lots of advice as a teenager, much of it unsolicited and not especially good. I think we all have to make our own mistakes, but hopefully I haven’t made the same mistake to many times. That would be sad.

Looking back, I think the most important thing I picked up along the way was that we all have choices, all the time. We’re entitled to choose our own way in life, but we should also be ready to own and accept the consequences of our decisions.

Someone once invited me to cast my mind forward to a time perhaps sixty years from now when I’ll be long-gone and my daughter (currently eighteen) is herself entering old age. Imagine she’s talking to her grandchildren, telling them about me. What would I like her to be saying? My actions now, today, will dictate what those obituaries might be so don’t leave it until later to be the sort of person you want to be remembered as.


  1. If you had to describe yourself using three words, it would be…

Resilient. Creative. Calm.


  1. What would you do if you were the last person on this earth?

Turn out the lights.


  1. If you were to write a book about yourself, what would you name it?

I think at some level or other they are all a little bit about me. I could never write a book about a heroine I didn’t actually like or identify with in some way. Maybe I’d call my autobiography Made a Difference, because I hope that would be true. Perhaps that should be on my gravestone rather than a book cover, come the day.


  1. What’s your favorite love story? (movie or book)

I adore Love Actually and I can’t count how many times I’ve seen that movie. It has lots of love stories all rolled up and woven into each other, but I think perhaps my favourite is the one featuring Hugh Grant.

I also remember reading Katherine by Anya Seton many years ago, and I’ve never forgotten the magic that shimmers between Katherine and her hero, John of Gaunt. Their lifetime love affair is set against the dramatic backdrop of medieval England, a period I also like to write about.


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About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.


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EXCERPT 1 (PG Rated) (PK)


. “Have you heard of the Oestral Pandemic?”

Caria shook her head, forcing her concentration back to the matter at hand and her somewhat unpredictable situation.

“It’s a disease, a viral infection to be exact, virulent and highly contagious. It swept through Vahle some twenty-seven years ago and halved our population within a matter of three par-cycles. We were able to develop a vaccine, but not quickly enough to prevent the spread of the disease. By the time we were in a position to control it, the damage was done.”

“Half your population, you said?” Caria gaped at him. She could barely comprehend such a tragedy.

“Yes. The female half. The Oestral virus only affects females, and it proved fatal in ninety percent of cases. Those Vahlean females who did survive were rendered infertile by the virus. We became a race of males and a handful of sickly females, doomed to become extinct unless we could find some way of producing a next generation, and over time re-establishing a gender balance. So you see, as a healthy female you are of great value to us and we will reject demands for your extradition in order to secure your… contribution… to our efforts.”

“But, I am not Vahlean.”

“No, but humans are among the half dozen or so compatible species who can be impregnated by Vahlean males to produce young who are themselves fertile. Your offspring will be half human, but we are prepared to accept the dilution of our species if that is the cost of survival. We are a pragmatic race, Caria, and a determined one. When we learned that a human female remained trapped on the planet, it became imperative that we extract you alive. That is the only reason you are here.”

“So, if I had been of no value to you, you would have left me to die?”

Phahlen had the grace to shrug, his expression decidedly uncomfortable. He hesitated, clearly reluctant to answer.

“Wouldn’t you?” Caria was not about to allow him to evade her perfectly fair question.

“Yes, probably,” he bit out at last. “The situation on planetoid three seven nine was perilous in the extreme. If you had been a male, or even a female past her fertile years, I doubt I would have risked my life and the safety of my crew in affecting a rescue. And now…”

“Now you will have your payback.”

“In a manner of speaking. I have been in contact with the Vahlean High Council and registered my claim. Confirmation was received just a few moments ago, and you are now fully under my jurisdiction and protection. The authorities on your planet have accepted this ruling in exchange for our guarantee that there will be no repetition of your earlier transgressions and that you will be held in a secure unit for an appropriate length of time. The suggested sentence for piracy is thirty of your Earth years, I am advised. Needless to say, you will cause no further trouble to Earth or other allied civilisations, and I have no doubt we can provide the required level of security to satisfy the conditions imposed by your home world.” He paused, as though waiting for her to concur with his view of the matter. Caria remained silent. She was stunned.

Thirty years! Thirty fucking years…

Phahlen lifted one eyebrow, then continued. “You are no longer Caria, of the Montgomery line. From now on, and for the foreseeable future, you will be designated as convict three seven zero, Delta class. I regret that no appeal will be permitted, and that I can offer you no choice in the exact nature of your confinement and the treatment you will receive whilst in my custody. The stakes for Vahle are far too high for that. You are, to all intents and purposes, mine now. You will make yourself available to me, and your children will be part of our repopulation project.”

He paused to cast a swift smile her way. Caria believed he intended to offer reassurance. He failed utterly.

“However,” he continued, “as I assured you earlier, this need not be an unduly unpleasant existence. I am prepared to treat you fairly, with respect and consideration, and of course your good health will be my paramount concern.”

“Because I am breeding stock? No better than a brood mare?” Caria managed to grind out the words, her lips dry, her throat already closing as she struggled to catch her breath.

He chose not to reply, but she couldn’t mistake the incline of his head.

“How is it that you get to stake your claim to me? The privileges of rank?”

“In part, yes. However, given our need to optimise the outcomes of the Vahlean repopulation programme, we also vet all males to grade their fertility. It would be foolish indeed to allocate one of the few females we do have to a male who may fail to produce the goods. My grading is alpha ten, the highest fertility ratio in the Vahlean spectrum, so I have priority status in such circumstances. I am at the head of the line, so to speak.”



Phahlen rolled onto his back, carrying Caria with him so she ended up draped across his torso, her legs straddling his much longer limbs. His cock was still deep inside her. He wrapped one arm around her slender back and with his other hand he cupped the back of her head. He lifted his head to kiss her hair.

“So, little human, you survived after all?”

She made a sound that might have been a snort.

Phahlen dropped a playful slap on her bottom. “Have you forgotten so soon what I told you about respect and insubordination?”

She lifted her face from his chest. “You still scared me. Shitless.”

“I know. I am sorry it had to be that way.”

“You can… I mean, you’re still…”

“Still inside you. Ah, yes, there was something I needed to mention about that.”

She shoved herself up on her elbows. “What?”

“I understand human males tend to—subside—after they’ve come. And that they can only find their release once, then they need a period of rest before performing again.”

“Yes,” agreed Caria. “That’s right.”

“Vahleans are less … flimsy.”

“Flimsy,” she echoed. “What do you mean, less flimsy?”

“I mean, we remain erect for much longer. As long as we choose to, pretty much. And after we ejaculate, our cocks actually swell and harden more, particularly at the head. It prevents us separating from our partner for a while.”

“A while?” Caria’s expression was perplexed. “How much of a while?”

He affected a shrug. “An hour or so. Perhaps longer. Of course, if I decide to fuck you some more it could take most of the day.”

“All day? You could continue to fuck me, the entire day?”

“A delightful prospect, now you come to mention it. I hope no emergency calls me away to attend to the needs of my ship. That would be a pity.”

“All day?” she parroted.

“Yes, little human. All fucking day.”

“But, I’ll get sore. It’s already… that thing in my bum…”

“Ah, yes. Allow me.” He slid his fingers down the crevasse between her cheeks until he reached her anus. He grasped the protruding end of the toy and drew it from her body. A quick flick of the control killed the humming, and he dropped it over the side of the bed.

“It can be your task to clean that off, later. Make sure you do a good job because you’d like me to use it again, wouldn’t you?”

Caria ignored his remark. She appeared to be having difficulty grasping his earlier comment. “All day?” she whispered.

“And all night. Not that those divisions mean much in space. I do intend to enjoy your company though, little human, and I think perhaps you’ve begun to realise you might actually enjoy mine.”

Caria dropped her gaze and rested her chin on his sternum. Neither spoke for several minutes. Phahlen was content to let her assimilate these new facts as he savoured the gentle pressure of her quivering pussy walls around his rock-solid cock. Unless she really was too sore to continue, he intended to roll her onto her back again and—

“Why?” Caria’s question disturbed his thoughts.

“Why what?”

“Why this, this…” Apparently lost for the correct word, she settled for squeezing her cunt around him.

“Ah, this. It’s an evolutionary device, I understand. It serves to increase fertility, maximising the likelihood of conception because it forces the female to remain stationary, and prone, until the male decides to let her go. I believe it will serve my purposes well.”

“Don’t you get bored?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Just lying here? Don’t you get bored?”

“For fuck’s sake, little wench, you have a lot to learn about Vahlean sexuality. And your own too, I daresay. I can assure you, boredom won’t be an issue.”


He’d heard enough, and his cock had too. Phahlen shifted, tossing Caria onto the mattress and rolling on top of her. He would have instructed her to wrap her legs around him again, but she did it before he could speak. He grasped her still bound wrists and raised them above her head, pinning them with one hand while the other roamed her breasts. His most urgent needs already met, he took his time. Phahlen explored her at his leisure, teasing her taut peaks, her soft hollows.

“Sir, please stop. Please, I can’t bear it…”

He released her nipple to look up at her. “Caria…?”

Her eyes were closed, her mouth tight. “I need to come. Now. I need you to fuck me. Don’t make me wait.”

“As you wish, little Earth wench.” He drew back his hips and speared his cock deep inside her again. “Just as you wish.”


EXCERPT 3 (18+) -RS


“From your tone I take it you’re not yet ready to accept the reality of your situation.”

“Like I said, kiss my—”

He’d heard enough. Phahlen believed in action rather than words in any event and this discussion was at an end. He lifted Caria bodily from her perch on the sofa and slung her over his shoulder. He ambled across the room to the food station, but this time his instructions into the audio system had nothing whatsoever to do with nutrition.

“Rope, please. Carbon compound, one metre in length.” The required item materialised in the next moment and he took it from the delivery hatch. He ignored her furious squirming, screeching, and beating on his back with her fists as he returned to the sofa. He sat down and calmly upended her across his lap.

Caria fought like a tiger. She struggled, screamed, flailed her arms, and kicked her legs at him, but none of it made the slightest impression. He was four times her size, and she was getting a spanking. He caught her legs under one of his to hold her still, and grabbed first one wrist, then the other. He secured both behind her back and held them there with one hand while he wrapped the rope around them. When he had her bound tight he produced a small laser scalpel from his pocket.

“I always spank on the bare, Caria. Without fail. On future occasions you will remove your clothing for me in order to facilitate that, but this time…” He regarded the all-in-one suit with regret. She really had looked very fetching in it, but the garment was to be a casualty of this moment. He would replace it for her. Eventually.

He plucked the fabric at the waist away from her body and sliced it cleanly with his blade. Caria let out a shriek that he was certain would have brought half the galaxy running if they had heard it. Phahlen blessed the soundproofing qualities of the Empyrean’s construction as he cut the lower half of her suit from the upper portion, separating the two parts. He opted to just rip the fabric from her upturned bottom rather than risk setting her on her feet again to slice the front of the garment and risking her getting injured if she were to fight him. In any case, he had achieved his objective. Caria’s beautiful heart-shaped bottom was bared for her punishment. He tugged the material lower to reveal a good length of her thighs too. He intended to give her sit spots some serious attention.

“Let me go! Get off me, you bastard.” Caria’s screams were subsiding, and he supposed that was because she now appreciated his superior strength and knew she would not best him by force. Still, her determination to defy his wishes was seemingly undiminished. And her propensity for name-calling was starting to grate.

“The sooner you surrender to this, to the inevitable, the better. You’ll be getting a spanking, a good, hard one. It will continue until you stop this struggling, and you’re ready to apologise—and mean it.”

“I’m not—Aaagh!”

The first slap landed full in the middle of her delightful cheeks. Phahlen’s hand print bloomed immediately, the vivid red outline stark against the creamy skin of her bottom.

“Stop, that hurts. You bast—”

Phahlen ignored her continuing flow of screams and invective, landing spank after spank across his defiant little human’s curvy behind. For such a tiny little thing she could certainly belt out some decibels. He wondered whether he should have gagged her after all, though that might have defeated his objective since it was contrition and an apology he required from her. Maybe next time…

She was determined; he had to allow her that. Phahlen admired the little female’s fortitude as he rained the slaps over her skin, and watched the area turn pink under his ministrations. Pink darkened to crimson, and still she continued to curse and wriggle.

Her struggles were futile, of course. Phahlen had her secure and she was going nowhere until he’d finished and had his way. He was in no hurry, and knew which of them would tire of this first.

Her squeals and sobs did start to subside at last, and he paused to rest his hand on her scorching buttock. “Are you ready to talk to me now?”

“I hate you.”

He hoped that wasn’t true, but he understood why she would think it right now.

“Noted. And your apology?”

“Fuck you.”

“Also noted.” He resumed the spanking, this time shifting his attention to her thighs. Caria’s shrieks found an additional octave or two as he applied his relentless palm to her tender sit spots. He had a feeling this would not take much longer now.


EXCERPT 4 (PG Rated)


“You have no privacy now, Caria.”

And didn’t she know it? That examination was proof enough. She tilted her chin again but offered no comment.

“Is that it? Have you no more to say to me?”

“No, sir.”

“You surprise me, Caria. I had expected to hear of your fears that once I learnt of your infertility I might find myself with no use for you after all. I don’t flatter myself that you harbour any real enthusiasm for your new station, but the alternatives are perhaps even less palatable. I believe you thought to avoid a worse fate by pretending acceptance of my terms. Am I right?”

Caria flattened her mouth, determined not to answer if she could help it.

“So, despite agreeing with me just now that omission of the truth is as culpable as lying to me, you still persist. You disappoint me, Caria.”

That remark stung her into offering something. Anything. “I… I had no idea what was wrong, that there even was anything wrong with me. I thought that maybe I was just unlucky.”

He shook his head. “You knew, or at least you suspected. I wondered why you were so tense, but it’s all clear enough now. You knew we’d discover the truth, just as I’m discovering it now despite your best efforts. Shall we cease this game, Caria?”

“I don’t know what you mean, sir.”

“Liar. I suggest you stop now before you make an already precarious situation infinitely worse.” He paused and watched her.

Caria felt not unlike a mouse caught in a cat’s claws, helpless and unable to escape, an unwitting plaything.

Phahlen continued. “I understand fear well enough, Caria, and I know it can drive us all to make poor decisions. You have no reason, yet, to trust me and it may surprise you to learn I understand why you kept this information to yourself. I might have done the same in your situation. It’s your insistence on clinging to this falsehood, though, which concerns me now. I need to know what you’re thinking and feeling, otherwise I will not be in a position to take care of you.”

“Take care of me?” Caria couldn’t contain her snort of derision. “You call abduction, imprisonment, and assault taking care of me? Please, Commander, do not trouble yourself further on my behalf.”

His eyes narrowed, and Caria knew she had gone too far. This Vahlean had made it clear how he would deal with insubordination and she had no reason to suppose he would welcome her sarcasm either. She stepped backward, her instinct to put more distance between herself and his anger.

Phahlen rose from his seat and came around the desk. He stopped and leaned one hip on the edge, watching as Caria edged further away. He said nothing, just pointed to a spot on the floor about two feet in front of him.

Caria’s brief flirtation with bravado evaporated. He would spank her again, or worse. No one on board this ship would help her, there was no escape. Slowly, her eyes on the floor, she returned to stand on the spot he indicated.

She was surprised when he placed two fingers under her chin and tipped her face up so he could meet her gaze. His eyes were stern, but not unkind. Perhaps he did understand after all.

“How long did you expect your deception to last, Caria? Did you imagine you might get away with it, even?”

“No, sir,” she whispered. “I, I didn’t think it through.” That, at least, was true. Her actions had been on the spur of the moment.

“Didn’t you? I’m not so sure. I wonder if you perhaps thought to make your escape before your little charade was discovered.”

“No, sir, I—”

“Caria…” The warning in his tone was beyond misinterpretation. And yet again he had scored a direct hit.

“I… I believed I might… That you…”

“Quite. But that’s not going to happen. You’re going nowhere unless I permit it, and the sooner you reconcile yourself to that reality, the better.


Serving Her Scientist

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Today we have the pleasure of hosting the lovely Jessica Brand and her too hot to handle book serving her scientist.



Paul and Donna are happily married. Maybe their marriage isn’t the hot, pulsing sex romp it was when they first said their I dos on the beach so long ago, but it’s safe, dependable. Boring. Donna, ever the bookish librarian, spends much of her spare time playing computer puzzle and word games in the internet. Paul’s work as a rocket scientist in the military weapons industry requires that his computer remain safe and virus free. State secrets are at stake. That’s why his lovely, but sometimes naughty wife is forbidden from playing her games on it.

Ignoring his instructions once too often, the inevitable happens and she infects his computer with an internet virus. Realizing the depth of her mistake, she is willing to do almost anything to atone for her sins and accepts that she will receive an old fashioned spanking as punishment. Much to her surprise, despite the pain, she finds the whole ritual exciting, awakening feelings that have lay dormant for years and arousing her to such a point that she craves more. She confides in her best friend, Peta, and is shocked by Peta’s in depth understanding of the benefits of erotic pain and punishment. Peta consults with Paul and then puts into motion a chain of events destined to change forever the tenor of Paul and Donna’s lives.

DISCLAIMER: This story contains the spanking of adults, elements of bondage, discipline and power exchange. If these activities are not to your taste, you are advised not to buy this book.

Exerpt 1

The reception was held in a restaurant downtown before those who wished to continue the celebrations made their way back to our place where we drank and danced the night away. Paul and I were particularly careful to limit our drinks so we would be able to close out our first night of marital bliss in the traditional way. The last thing I wanted was for Mr. Woody to turn into Mr. Droopy right at the critical moment.

Two weeks of self-imposed pre-wedding celibacy—well, I imposed it and he just went along reluctantly for the ride—would see to it that nothing would stop us from consummating our union when we finally had the privacy to do it. Our selection of music—he picked most of it—meant we had ample opportunity to get up close and personal. As we gyrated around the dance floor the sexual tension continued to build until we could barely keep our hands off each other.

When the door closed behind the last of our guests in the wee small hours, I peeled my dress off and tossed it carelessly to the floor and he turned to see my skin-toned satin and lace lingerie, the garter belt which held up my sheer stockings, and my white patent leather high-heeled sandals. As he watched, I shook my long red hair out and tossed my head back as I gazed at him with longing in my eyes. I hoped the message was unmistakable, but just in case he missed it, I ran my finger up the length of my labia inside my panties before stepping forward. I made sure he saw it glistening in the light before inserting it into his unresisting mouth.

Exerpt 2

I heard him arrive but was still a little startled when he stormed through the door. It was most unlike him but his demeanor simply proved what I’d already suspected. “You’re home early,” I said, failing to mask the nervousness in my voice.

Bad day at work,” he replied.

I said nothing, which was most unusual.

Don’t you want to know why?”

Um, er, ah, sure,” I replied with faux brightness.

Computer got trashed, hit by a software virus,” he said, watching me closely.

My body language told him all he needed to know but still I remained mute. I felt the color drain from my face and my legs clenched tightly together, my whole body tensed, as I looked away. I was afraid my legs would give way if I kept eye contact with him.

We might have lost a couple of months’ worth of data. We won’t know until the analysts manage to go through it all and see what they can recover, if anything.”

I knew my look was of unmitigated fear as the ramifications dawned on me and it was all I could do to stop myself from bursting into tears. It wouldn’t have been to gain sympathy but I could see that I’d hurt my man. “D… don’t you have b… backups, you know, recovery disks or tapes or something?”

Yes, of course we do,” he snapped, more harshly than usual. “That’s not the point. We’re not supposed to be corrupted in the first place.”

He glared at me, trying to maintain control of himself. I knew that he knew and it was his turn to remain silent. I was glad he did because I feared what he might say if he spoke. My bottom lip was quivering. I couldn’t control it any longer. I burst into tears. “I’m so sorry,” I sobbed. “It was all my fault. I was on the computer playing a game when I clicked on a link.” He glared at me and I looked away.

Tell me,” he demanded.

Nothing happened at first but later I noticed the computer behaving strangely. I re-booted it, hoping the virus software would deal with the issue, if there was an issue. I thought it had been fixed. I was too scared to tell you.”

So you were willing to risk, who knows the value of my work, because you were scared? I don’t fucking believe it. You really deserve to go over my knee.”

I do,” I sobbed. “I promise I will never do it again. I will take whatever punishment you think I deserve,” I said without even realizing what I was saying.

His hands were at his sides, his fists clenched as he struggled to control his temper. I had never seen him so upset and, for a second, I feared what he might do. He had never hit me before but this was a level of fury I’d never seen from him.

I’m going out. I’ll deal with you later.” He turned and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Exerpt 3

Restraint, Mrs. White,” she whispered as both cuffs closed over my wrists at the same time. “So delightfully helpless,” she continued as I heard the locks click home and felt the cold steel close around my wrists.

I went weak at the knees and if she wasn’t holding me so tightly I might have collapsed. It wasn’t just what was happening physically, it was all of the theatrics. She knew better than I exactly what effect her words and actions would have on me. She was playing with me, teasing me, arousing me and there was nothing I could do to stop her, even if I wanted to. I knew I was safe and that no real harm would come to me.

Turning to Paul, she said, “Position yourself, Mr. White.”

When Paul was sitting comfortably on the chair he had placed in the middle of the room, Madame Renee literally dragged me over to him. She then turned me around and lowered me over his knee. As I was going down, I wondered who was getting more out of this. He was already hard as a rock. And I was making a wet mess in my new La Perlas. Who was winning here? We were tied.

His hand came down on my wrists and held them, pushing them a little further up my back until I gasped. It was discomfort bordering on pain but as my mind was focusing on that, a blindfold was pulled over my eyes and tightened, pressing gently against my eyelids and holding them closed. Then the spanking started. Five hard swats on each cheek before my new panties were pulled deep into the crease of my butt and my cheeks were caressed for the first time. Already my mind was becoming overwhelmed. Too many things happening in such a short time.

Exerpt 4

As tender as I was physically, there was another ache. A more ethereal ache. A longing. A neediness. Last night’s activities had barely left my conscious mind and telling Peta about it simply brought it all back, soaking my panties once again. The man responsible for that arousal was lounging in the living room and I wanted him. When did we last have sex two nights in a row? Last night I experienced hot, tough, animalistic Paul. Tonight I wanted, needed, Paul the lover. I wanted tender Paul. The Paul who would be sensitive and kind without going where he had the previous evening.

I showered, shaved my legs and applied just a hint of makeup before heading into the bedroom. I had stopped off in my favorite lingerie store on the way home and bought a few things that I thought might get my husband’s attention. There was, of course, a dual purpose to this because even if they failed to ignite the flame in him, most unlikely as it was, I still felt good when I wore them.

As I opened the package and looked at them, I wondered if the wine and my state of mind had led me to be a little more daring than usual. The corset I’d selected was white satin and lace and the saleswoman in the store had helped me adjust it. As she pulled the laces tight, every tug made me swoon and I thought of Renee and Paul looking at me, exposed and ready for a spanking. As the saleswoman was about to tie them off I asked her to put her knee in my back and give them one last tug.

I decided, wisely as it turned out, to put my stockings, panties and shoes on before I struggled into the corset. The sheer, white nylon felt heavenly cocooning my legs. The white satin panties hugged me gently and felt cool against my tender butt. Slipping into my highest heels, I stood up and took a few moments to get my balance before tackling the corset.

It took longer than I expected to get it back on and I nearly gave in and loosened the laces but I was determined not to give up. I knew that I could squeeze myself into it without help and prayed that the clips down the front would withstand the strain. It took some serious effort, and a lot of grunting and groaning, but finally it was done and it felt every bit as good now as it did in the store. The practical reality of wearing it then hit me and I realized how restricted my movements would be. It was doing exactly what it was designed to do: hold my torso stiff, reduce my waist, flare my hips and enhance my breasts.

Taking time to admire myself in the full length bedroom mirror, I decided I was ready. A deep breath to suppress my nerves and I strode out into the living room, hopefully exuding the confidence that I didn’t feel inside. The tap of my heels initially startled Paul and he looked for the source of the sound. Pleased by his look of surprise, my confidence was building as he muted the television.

I stopped, my legs slightly spread, my hands on my hips trying to look as alluring as possible. “Paul, darling. I just wanted you to know that I’ve learned my lesson and that every time I move I’m reminded of last night.” My hands moved down to my butt and slid slowly over the smooth satin. “Every time I sat down or touched anything today, it reinforced the lesson I learned under your strong hands.” Cupping my breasts, I continued. “And as tender as these are, you did nothing more than give me what I deserved. Now I would like to give you what you deserve for helping me see the error of my ways,” I said as demurely as I could, twisting my body to one side as I looked down at him.

About Jessica Brand

Jessica was born in Melbourne, Australia in 1958. Having lived in many parts of Australia and overseas, she now resides in Sydney and writes for fun.

With a lifelong interest in her subject matter she finally decided to put some of her experiences and fantasies into words, toning them down somewhat for public consumption. Her first book was released in mid 2014, using the pseudonym of R. R. Greaves. This was followed by a new release in Feb 2015 and there are a number of new stories in different stages of production.

With a particular interest in specific forms of erotica, the stories have a lot of explicit detail that comes from years of “hands on” experience. All have a strong element of power exchange between consenting parties. While most involve a key female character submitting to a powerful male, they have a mixture of dominant characters with women submitting to other women, men submitting to women and men submitting to other men.

A key part of the exchange of power between the characters involves the use of consensual physical and mental force, BDSM and spanking.

Check out her other published works:

Book 1 The way the cards fall – Femdom

Book 2 The making of a mistress – Femdom

Laura’s longing

Spanking Jade

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Cassie’s Road Trip



Cassie’s Road Trip


PK Corey


Release Date: August 29, 2016


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Why do I say and do such stupid things when I’m standing there half naked with the slipper still by his hand? 


Fear and rage were fighting for control. I didn’t know which would win.


“Cassie Jane, a word with you please.”


I reached to his belt buckle and slowly undid it, but I could never bring myself to pull it through the loops.


The belt coiled itself through my mind taking all conscious thought.


I was reaching for his zipper when his hands clamped on my wrists like vises, I gasped at the suddenness.


Sales Blurb:

There’s a girl’s trip in the works. All the girls have planned and plotted for months. Everything must work out just right for them to be able to talk the guys into this trip. All is on track until Allie, of all people, lands in hot water. Cassie and Sue do their best to help her out and keep the hope of the trip alive too.

Behaving is always a struggle for Cassie. She does try but, unfortunately, there are situations–completely beyond her control, at least in her eyes, that keep landing her on the wrong side of Tom’s spanking hand. As Cassie continues to end up in trouble, there are some interesting new friends, maybe a little rougher than Tom would want her associating with, who want to help her too. . .


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Excerpt 1:-KRB

Tom wasn’t extremely angry – but he’s adamant about that darn phone. And he didn’t waste any more time as he unsnapped my jeans and pulling me across his lap. How many times has Tom spanked me? Yet that first swat makes me jump every time, he starts out too hard. He spanked steadily until I was stinging all over.

“Owww, Tom, that’s enough. Stop now,” I hissed. I certainly didn’t want to be loud. Sound-proof or not, I was worried about Lily hearing something. Tom was unaffected and he hadn’t even started talking. Tom reached to pull down my panties, but I grabbed at them whispering, “No, no!”

“Girl, what’s gotten into you?” Tom wanted to know.

It was hard to explain, but I could just feel Lily peeping through the keyhole – highly unlikely, since we don’t have a keyhole, but you know what I mean.

The feeling surely didn’t slow Tom much. I lost the panty fight quickly and he proceeded to redden every square centimeter of skin on my bottom and thighs. Big bully!  He was talking, I wasn’t listening – sorry, I know that sounds awful, but I have heard the phone lecture before. I hadn’t left it on purpose. And although I’ve heard him say that a stinging bottom helps me listen better, it can have the opposite effect. My owwwing can drown out his words.


Excerpt 2:

Allie, what you did was… stupid! And I’m really pissed.” Ryan said angrily.

“I know, and I’m really sorry. I’d give anything if I could go back and change everything.”

“I think you deserve a spanking, but it’s up to you.”

“Up to me? What’d you mean?” I just wanted him to get it over with.

“I know sometimes you don’t go along with all this, at least when it’s for real. You know you can say no.”

“I’m not going to say no,” I told him in a small voice.

“All right, good. But I’m still really mad and I’m going for a walk. “You’re going to stand in the corner and wait for me.”

That’s when I got pissed. I hate that stupid corner. “Ryan, I hate that and you know it. Why do you do that? It’s childish and stupid.”

“Seems appropriate then, doesn’t it?” he snapped.

I really only had two choices, storming out or standing in the stupid corner, so I went to the corner without saying anything else. But there was a ton more I wanted to say. I heard the noise the screen door makes and thought Ryan had left when I heard him say. “Pants down, Allie.”

Boy that flew all over me! “What if someone walks by? They might see in.”

“Then I guess you’d be pretty embarrassed.”


    Excerpt 3:

    “I like driving,” Allie told us. “I’ll take as many turns as you want me to.” We all grinned realizing it wasn’t bad having someone under sixty on this trip.

I wanted to be sure that Allie got as close as she could to everyone so I added, “And I think we need to make it a rule not to sleep with the same person two nights in a row.”

Sue laughed, “Hell, wasn’t that your rules for years?”

I contemplated drowning her, but contented myself with a dirty look. “I hope you’ll realize that my daughter-in-law is listening. Let’s keep it clean.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Allie insisted, “Why do you think I was dying to go on this trip. I want more stories.”

“No! I’m the one always looking like a… a… well I don’t come off looking so good. Let’s talk about their pasts,” I told her indicating Sue and Annie.

“What? And bore the child to tears, your life is much more interesting.” Sue grinned.

“The way you tell stories you’ll have her thinking I’m the Whore of Babylon,” I snapped.

“Mom,” Allie spoke up, usually she still calls me Cassie, but when she says Mom it catches in my heart. “The thing I love and admire about you the most is your over the top love and loyalty to Tom, even when you’re mad at him. But the second best thing about you is that you have a past. I love your old stories better than any TV series I’ve ever seen. And I need more stories.”

I rolled my eyes and hoped this trip wouldn’t scar Allie for life.


Excerpt 4:

I didn’t see any way out, but I felt like he’d almost made me mad on purpose. I went into the bedroom debating with myself whether or not to take my clothes off. He knows how much I hate doing that when I’m about to get a serious spanking. I lingered at the mirror, staring at myself and wondering for the hundredth time how I kept getting myself into predicaments like this. I don’t set out to get myself in trouble, why does it always happen?

Catching sight of the ivory brush in the mirror I glared at it with hatred. Then closing my eyes, I turned away and began undressing. When Tom came in I was sitting on the bed hugging a pillow. I was still mad and trying my best to keep quiet and not make things worse. I saw Tom’s eye soften just a bit when he saw I’d done as he asked. I suppose he’d had his doubts.

Nonetheless he headed to the dresser and picked up the brush. Before he turned our eyes met in the mirror, it seemed that they were locked. I don’t really know what my expression was, but I was drinking in his. Slowly, Tom laid the brush back on the dresser and turned to me.

Very deliberately his hands fell to his belt buckle, I felt a clenching sensation throughout my entire body. It was as if a switch had been thrown. I felt no anger, I simply felt like I was his. Watching Tom remove his belt does things to me I’ll never understand or be able to explain. There’s a tinge of fear, I can’t deny that, but it triggers a longing and lust that overwhelms every other feeling.

Author bio:

I still live in the small southern town where I was born. I’m happily married and now that we have two grown children we’re learning to love the empty nest. Next year will see the end of a long and satisfying teaching career and I’m anxious to spend more time writing. I didn’t grow up with the desire to be a writer, but I did love to daydream. As a child, I spent most of my spare time, and quite a bit of time when I should have been doing schoolwork, either reading or making up stories. I was actually quite young when Cassie wandered into my head and began telling me her story. I’ve always been drawn to spanking stories, but I need a true love story with it. That’s how I see Cassie and Tom – a true love story with spanking thrown in.

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Emma’s Surrender

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How completely he had mastered her, when even the pain he inflicted felt like pleasure.

I will watch out for you because I protect what’s mine, and because deep down, you want me to.”

Say it,” he said in a harsh whisper. “Say, ‘I’ve been a bad girl, trying to deny what I want to the man who can give it to me.’”

About Emma’s Surrender

When twenty-year-old Emma Brookstone arrives in the town of Bannack, Montana, she seeks out the local marshal, intending to enlist his help in uncovering the truth regarding her father’s murder two years earlier. Upon meeting the marshal, however, she is shocked and dismayed to discover that he is none other than the man who gunned her father down that fateful night.

Though Clive Brookstone was an evil man who needed killing, the knowledge that he left a young woman orphaned tore at Nathan Haskin’s conscience from the moment he pulled the trigger, and he has secretly provided for Emma’s needs since that day. Certain that hearing about her father’s legacy of lawless violence would break her heart, he concealed it from her, but now that she has returned to Bannack her persistence eventually prompts him to tell her the full story.

To make matters more complicated, Nathan finds his desire to protect Emma quickly growing into a powerful need to tame and possess her, and when her foolish behavior puts her safety at risk he doesn’t hesitate to take her in hand and spank her soundly. His stern chastisement leaves her furious yet helplessly aroused, and it isn’t long before he claims her hard and thoroughly.

In her heart, Emma knows what Nathan tells her is true—that her father’s death was just—but writhing in ecstasy as she is utterly dominated by the man who killed him fills her with shame nonetheless, and she does her best to deny her lust for the handsome marshal. Will the day ever come when she can put aside the past and surrender herself fully to the man she once hated?

Publisher’s Note: Emma’s Surrender includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt 1 – Erotic Spanking and Reluctant Consent

“You can’t do this!” she snarled at him. “I am not your… plaything!” she spat. “Or your pet. You can’t command me and expect me to roll over like a dog.”

His eyes narrowed into a predatory stare, and he chuckled darkly. “I can, I will, and you should know better than to come between a wolf and his meal, pet,” he said, using her own word.

He drew himself up so that he stood towering over her. With a callused hand, he grabbed an ankle, flipped her on her stomach, and gave her bottom a smack. She let out a surprised squeal when his hand fell again, stinging the same place. He continued to strike the flat of his palm in measured splats across each cheek. She yelped at each swat but enjoyed the punishment so much that she pressed her bottom into his hand every time it fell. How completely he had mastered her, when even the pain he inflicted felt like pleasure.

His victorious laugh filled the room. “Oh, you’re a naughty one, aren’t you, pet?” he said as his palm crashed against her bare skin for the final time.

When she didn’t answer, he wrapped his hand around her hair and tugged her head up so that they were cheek to cheek. “Aren’t you?” he growled.

“Yes!” she gasped, her scalp and bottom tingling, her stomach somersaulting.

The stubble of his beard scraped her cheek lightly as he moved his lips to the shell of her ear. “Say it,” he said in a harsh whisper. “Say, ‘I’ve been a bad girl, trying to deny what I want to the man who can give it to me.’”

Excerpt 2 – Discipline

“Stand up,” he bit out.

She stood slowly and waited for the next command, knowing exactly what he was doing. He would test her until she satisfied him with absolute obedience.

“Go stand over there with your nose facing the corner.” He pointed to the wall opposite them.

Tears stung her eyes as she dragged her feet to the corner. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, feeling like she was on display. The only benefit to being treated like a naughty child and ordered to stand in the corner was that she didn’t have to look at the man who was causing her such humiliation. She was glad he couldn’t see her blinking back tears.

She heard the sofa creak behind her and knew that he had stood. His steps thudded in her direction until he stood behind her slightly to her left so that she could see him out of the corner of her eye.

“Now we’ll discuss rules. You will pay attention, and the only correct response to whatever I say is ‘yes, sir.’ Is that understood?”

She scowled, and rebellion bubbled to the surface. “Yeah.”

The air crackled in silent tension before a blast of pain brought her to her toes. He had struck her bottom, hard, and he wasn’t finished. He spanked her again, even harder, and she bucked into the corner with a yelp, her hips flush against each wall. Even though he spanked over her skirt, she felt the pain his powerful arm inflicted as though she were stripped bare. His left hand reached around and splayed over her belly, pushing her hips away from the wall and holding her in place for the next stroke.

Again his hand snapped across her bottom, and she had no choice but to accept the chastisement. There was no escape. She cried out at the fourth blow. “Yes, sir,” she choked, desperate for him to stop. One more swat, harder than all the others, caught her thighs in addition to the low swell of her buttocks. A lump formed in her throat, born of her pain and humiliation. She swallowed it down.

“First rule,” he continued evenly, as though what had just happened was the most natural thing in the word.

Excerpt 3 – Dominance/submission

“Come here.” He snapped his fingers and pointed to the spot on the floor next to his right leg.

Just like that her anger evaporated, replaced by anxiety. “Why?” she asked in a small, whining voice.

“Because I ordered you to. I expect you to obey my orders, remember?”

She stared at him, wide-eyed and worried.

“One…” His voice was soft and level, but screamed danger.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her anxiety growing.


Emma didn’t know how high he intended to count, or what would happen if he reached his intended number, nor did she know what he was going to do with her once she walked to him, but she decided it was safest to obey immediately. She stood and hustled to him before he said “three.”

He pointed at the floor again. “Kneel.”

She wasn’t surprised by his command as much as hurt. Like the corner, the placement was humiliating. She dropped to her knees and looked up at him. Despite her best intentions not to cry, she felt her eyes growing moist. It wasn’t fair that he should be so strict with her, when all she wanted was information. “Why are you punishing me? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

He cupped her head, then raked his fingers down the length of her dark hair. The touch was so tender that Emma felt herself relaxing.

“I’m not punishing you, pet. I’m teaching you submission. You must submit to me. It doesn’t come easily to you, but it’s what you must learn.”

Excerpt 4 – Anal Punishment

His hand traced over the curve of each cheek before he found the ribbon of her drawers at her waist and pulled, loosening the material from her lower body. With a slowness that made her nearly frantic with anticipation, he slipped the material down her legs. His hand returned to her now-bare bottom, and he rubbed each cheek in circles.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, his voice husky with the same desire she felt.

She obeyed and felt the cool air of the room brush her clenching sex. She squeezed her eyes shut as his fingers dipped into her folds, and her face heated at the unmistakable sound of her wetness when he gently slapped back and forth between her nether lips with two fingers, soaking his digits. There was no hiding how aroused she felt by this man, when the proof poured out of her unbidden.

She arched her back and pressed against his hand in an attempt to feel his fingers against her needy nub, but his hand then withdrew and smacked her hard on her right cheek, causing her to buck against the leg of the sofa. He continued spanking, scolding her as he did. “If you’re greedy and impatient, I won’t allow your release. Take your punishment first, you hear?”

She gasped, as his hard palm continued to fall without mercy on her poor, quivering cheeks. “I’ll take it,” she moaned, as his stinging hand brought her to her toes. “Please stop!” she said, but meant the opposite, so very grateful for the reminder that yes, this was punishment. She was not in control.

“I told you I would punish your bottom inside and out.” He struck lower, catching the tops of her thighs and causing her to cry out at the sudden increased sting. “Did you think I was joking? Did you think we would skip right to your pleasure?”

She shook her head no and fought to absorb the sting of each slap. She found herself desperately wanting to please him, to hear his deep voice praising her once again.

When he stopped spanking and again reached between her legs, she remained still, even as he tortured her by touching everywhere but on the one small spot that sang for attention. He moved his fingers up the dark split of her cheeks and pressed one wet finger against her rosette. “Please don’t, Nathan,” she whimpered. “I’ve learned my lesson.” She wanted to resist, but she also wanted to fail at resisting. Every nerve in her body hummed in response to his bawdy attention.

“Relax your bottom and press against my finger, baby girl,” he said. “Lying is naughty, especially to the law, and bad girls get fucked in their naughty hole.”

Fire licked through her stomach. She shuddered with self-loathing pleasure at his words, uttered in a stern tone with a hint of tenderness. She forced her muscles to relax and arched her back, accepting the finger he slid into her. It felt uncomfortable and oh-so-wicked.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “This is what you’re going to get when you lie to me, pet—me taking you here. Do you feel embarrassed?”

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Other Spanking Romances by Amelia Smarts

Corralling Callie – Jude has his hands full with Callie. She’s sassy and disobedient, but when she puts aside her foul-mouthed, defiant façade, the real Callie is as sweet and kind as she is beautiful.

Claimed by the Mountain Man – Jack’s stern chastisement and bold mastery of her body leave Nettie begging for more, but is she truly ready to give up her freedom to be claimed by the mountain man?

His Little Red Lily – Innocent farm girl asks repeatedly to be hired as an entertainer, but the saloon owner has different ideas about where a stubborn, disobedient little girl belongs.

Fetching Charlotte Rose – A proud young woman learns lessons in love and safety when a no-nonsense man sweeps her off of her feet… and over his lap.

About Amelia Smarts

#1 Amazon Bestseller in Historical Erotica and Erotic Westerns!

I’m an author of romance novels featuring domestic discipline/spanking. Usually my stories involve a cowboy, and they always involve a man’s firm hand connecting with a woman’s naughty backside. It’s important to me that I tell a good story in addition to portraying hot sex and discipline scenes. I write complex, flawed heroes and heroines who struggle and succeed in their journey to love and happiness. If you’d like to talk books with me, feel free to drop me a note at Happy reading!

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