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At least it’s on the way to my editor. 🙂 Oy, talking about a book that did not end how I thought it was going to when I started it! I just wanted a short, spicy, menage story with lots of humiliation stuff in it, hot sex, and some spankings… I didn’t expect it to be 55,000 words long. Strange enough, the first 30 came fast, then I had trouble deciding where it was going to go for like… a month or so… And then James read what I had, told me what to do, and BAM. That last week, I added the rest.

It was actually sort of fun since my husband has never given me “the author treatment” before, where he read what I had and took notes on what I should change, etc. His notes were absolutely fantastic! I had to re-write the first 5,000 words, but it was worth it. I’m happy with the way it turned out!

In the story we’ve got menage, spanking, discipline, anal punishment, anal sex, consensual and non-consensual sex, forced-marriage, double-penetration, sexual teasing, dirty talk, name-calling, humiliation play, and lots of action scenes. It’s coming out next week and I’ll tell you all some more.

WHAT NOW?

Well, my mother-in-law is coming in town this weekend which means I should probably start cleaning the house about now-ish… And then? Ageplay. I have Princess Babygirl to finish up, I already wrote the first 25,000 words so I’m already halfway done. After that, I’ll finish Otherworldly Discipline, Book Two. 🙂 I’m on a roll; don’t worry, I’m writing my fanny off, folks, and I’m bubbling with ideas! James and I have even been discussing the plot of “Swarii Brides, Book Three”!

As always, thanks so much for stopping by and giving me your support. I really appreciate all your loves!

Saturday SpankingsWelcome back, Blog Hoppers! Thanks so much for visiting me last week those that did, and welcome newbies! Like last Saturday, I’m posting as part of the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop! That means I got to choose a recently published or a soon-to-be-released story and give you a snippet around a spanking scene.

This week, I chose a selection from Quite Decided, which is a story within the Lord and Ladies novella pack.  Young Wenda is about to be married off to a count old enough to be her great-grandfather and makes a desperate move–to tangle her cousin’s cousin (no relation), a man who’s always treated her like a father, into a marriage just to get out of it. Her ruse actually works, but then her wedding night becomes a night where she’s made to endure her first punishment… By a birch. So, she tries to avoid the birch and ends up getting a hand spanking “warm-up” which is where we get our snippet.

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“Talus, I think you’ll forgive me if you calm yourself somewhere for a day or two.”

“Husband,” he corrected firmly. “You will call me Husband from now on, at least for the foreseeable future. That’s what I am now—your husband and your master—and you’ll do well to remember it. Now obey,” he growled out the last two words and pointed towards the bed.

She looked warily at the bed, and although she felt foolish while walking towards it and bending over, balancing her weight on her elbows, she did what he bid her.

He came up behind her and pressed his large hand to the small of her back. She couldn’t prop herself up on her elbows anymore as he pressed her chest down into the featherbed, leaving her bottom as the highest point of her body.

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DID YOU ENJOY THE 8-SENTENCE SNIPPIT? DON’T MISS WHAT COMES NEXT–THE SPANKING.

Read Lords and Ladies: Two Medieval Spanking Novellas by Renee Rose and Korey Mae Johnson

Lords and Ladies is composed of two novellas filled with medieval adventure, sweet romance, bold men, feisty women, hot sex, and firm spankings.

UNDER SIEGE BY RENEE ROSE

For Lady Camilla, the only thing worse than managing Falconworth castle on her own would be her overlord discovering that she is a widow and marrying her off to his wretched nephew. Keeping her husband’s death a secret is a top priority, right up there with ensuring that troops from a rival castle don’t break down her curtain wall gate with their battering ram.

Yet when a devilishly handsome knight by the name of Sir Balen rides to her rescue, she is reluctant to turn over the control she has become accustomed to wielding. The attraction between them is palpable, but his arrogant assumption of the position and duties of her late husband irritates her, especially because those duties seem to include spanking her bare bottom!

Can she swallow her pride and propose the marriage which she knows would be best for all involved, or will her stubbornness cost her and the people of Falconworth dearly?

QUITE DECIDED BY KOREY MAE JOHNSON

When eighteen-year-old Wenda discovers that she is to be married off to a nobleman easily old enough to be her grandfather, she concocts a desperate plan to avoid that fate. Lord Talus, who was like an older brother to her growing up, will marry her instead—she is quite decided on it.

The only problem with this plan is the fact that Talus refuses it outright. Wenda has grown into a beautiful woman, but he has known her since she was a child and he cannot bring himself to expose her to the dark, hungry, sexual side of him which she would see as his wife.

Talus underestimates the lengths to which Wenda will go to carry out her plan, however, and he finds a marriage with her forced upon him by false allegations that he has stolen her maidenhood in the night. For her part Wenda soon learns, to her dismay, that her new husband is well within his rights to bare his young wife’s bottom and chastise her firmly for her scheming. Moreover, he intends to thoroughly enjoy every curve of her beautiful body once he feels the time is right to have his way with his new bride.

Publisher’s Note: Lords and Ladies contains two erotic novellas which include both consensual and non-consensual spankings, graphic sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

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Hi folks! I am so honored to bring my first guest-posted (other than my wonderful husband) to my blog! Patricia Green has agreed to stop by and tries to get to the bottom of real life experiences verses what actually stimulates us to read about in spanking fiction. She gives us a lot to think about!
It’s wonderful to give Trish a seat, but don’t forget to go in and peak at her work! Visit her on Amazon.com or Blushing Books today and see what’s new, including her fully-completed series, The Journey Series. She’s a really talented writer, and so I’m excited to send you all her way! Thanks so much, Trish, for joining us! –KMJ

Spanking Implements, Fiction vs. Reality

by Patricia Green

barebottom_spank_vintageYou like to read spanking stories; if you’re here, that’s pretty much a given. But there’s no way I can know if you’ve ever experienced a spanking, live in a spanking household, or if it’s simply a fantasy for you to indulge in now and then. I can’t know what gives you the warm fuzzies or maybe the willies.

One thing that sometimes makes a reader go hmmmm, is the tool used for the spanking in the book. Many authors – myself included – try to change up the implements from one spanking to another. There’s nothing so perfect as the tried-and-true male palm against a turned-up fanny, but variety adds a level of fun and fantasy. Are these tools ever used in reality?

Yes! Let’s take wooden spoons, for example. Nearly every household with a kitchen has a wooden spoon. Have you ever had your fingers swatted while your mother or significant other was stirring something? Imagine that on your bottom. Ouch.

Spatulas are also handy. Though I don’t use the metal kind in my books (I’d be concerned about possible cuts), I do include spanking scenes with silicone spatulas and wooden spatulas. They make a particular unmistakable thunk sound. If you’re not ready to experience it on your tush, then try it on your palm. You’ll hear what I mean.

Household implements are key ingredients in spanking stories, and they’re not limited to kitchen items. I wrote a scene where a hero looks around a guestroom in his father’s home and spies a long-handled plastic shoehorn. I didn’t make this up out of thin air, either. I actually saw it in a doctor’s office, innocently leaning against a doorjamb – all eighteen inches of it! It made a great and different spanking tool in the book. Have I ever experienced it myself? No. It didn’t seem appropriate to try it out in the exam room at the doctor’s office. But it was different and fun and had my imagination going.

bigstock-Large-wooden-mixing-spoons-27011780Which leads me to the notion of reality in fiction. Do real people use spatulas, leather-soled slippers, spoons, and leather bag straps to spank the person they care about? Based on my own experience, and many conversations with other spanking authors and persons involved in Domestic Discipline relationships, I’d have to say yes. Although we all crave the intimacy of the hard palm, there is something deliciously scary when you first see his belt being removed from its loops, or his hand grasping that soft-leather-soled slipper and heading toward you! It’s the kind of scary you get with roller coaster rides; you know you’re safe, but this might be the one-in-a-million chance you’ll be tossed out of the car. Or, in this case, spanked until you’re black and blue. No one wants injury, but you have to have a lot of trust to submit to a spanking that isn’t a hand spanking. And yet, people do it all the time.

When you’re reading spanking books, do you think about how you’d personally be affected by the use of an implement? Would it be scarier? Would it be more titillating? Would you run screaming from the room? Are there any creative spanking implements you’ve thought about but never read about? Do tell; you might find them in my next book!

Thank you, Korey, for having me here today. It’s a pleasure to work with someone as professional and friendly as you.

My latest release is Journey’s End. It’s the final pre-planned book in the Journey series, although I reserve the right to add to the series as I have with an Easter story and a Valentine’s novella.

Here’s the blurb for Journey’s End:

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Well-loved housekeeper and substitute mama, Consuelo, is hospitalized in this sixth of the Journey family books. The Journey family is torn up about it, especially Leo Journey, patriarch of the clan.

Leo’s extreme upset trickles through the family, and causes a rift between his eldest son Ace and him, that has everyone worried about the fate of Journey’s End, the family ranch. All the siblings rally around to try to fix this breach and get Journey’s End and Ace and Leo back on track. They can’t help wondering why Leo is so much more emotional than they’ve seen since their mother died some twenty years before.

Throughout it all, the Journey siblings and their mates share the deep love and affection that is so much a part of the Journey way of living. And, somehow, there’s always someone needing a good, hard spanking, often followed by good, hard loving.

Join the Journeys for this series conclusion. Find out what happens at Journey’s End.

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Check out excerpts and character sketches at Patricia’s Website!

Journey’s End can be purchased at Blushing Books in all formats.

Saturday Spankings

Hello there! Thank you, one and all, for joining me for yet another week of the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop! As many of you know, this blog hot features sneak peaks from author’s’ soon up-coming or recently out stories, focusing on a spanking scene for only 8 sentence. This week is a special treat: A little taste of the Otherworldly Discipline sequel! 

I plan to have this out this Spring, although I have been held up a bit by “Shared Between Them”, which I’ve been struggling with lately. I do know exactly what I plan to do to finish up Otherworldly Discipline, and it’s going to be just as easy to write as the first one. Everything’s easy to write when Moriarty’s part of the scene, God bless him. Every time I open up the document to write a few pages, it feels like a knife through warm butter.  So, without any more ado, here is the peek!

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Mari looked at the chair in Moriarty’s office in front of his desk, knew it was probably her last chance to sit down for quite a long time, but couldn’t seem to stop pacing back and forth in the small room, wondering how she could have been so mindbogglingly foolish! Even now, she couldn’t put her finger on what had drawn her to that stupid violin except that it brought her to it like a moth to a lamp. And in the same manner, she had been burnt.

She stopped walking when she heard the wooden clacking of approaching boots that got louder and louder until the heavy wooden door creaked open and a very dark-eyed Moriarty was staring her down, seeming larger than life. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest at any moment, and that’s before she braved to glance down at what he was holding in his hand.

She took a deep, fluttery breath when she saw a wicked-looking birch in Moriarty’s hand. He didn’t say anything for what seemed like years, and when he did, his voice startled her. “Maili, don’t look at me like that–just hike up your skirts and bend over the desk,” he ordered with pained exasperation.

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Want to be prepared for the sequel? Buy the first of this series and happy reading

As far as anyone could tell, Charlotte was the last Byndian witch left alive, and only one wizard knew the secrets to the magic of her nearly extinct race. That wizard was Ashcroft the Archivist, one of the hardest working wizards in existence… which was really too bad, because Charlotte was probably the laziest witch in the universe.

When a handsome, smooth-talking wizard by the name of Lachlan presents Charlotte with an opportunity to sidestep centuries of study under Ashcroft, she gladly takes it… without telling Ashcroft of course.  She quickly regrets her bargain as she learns more about Lachlan, and discovers that he is a mortal enemy of Ashcroft.

Even aside from the fact that she signed a contract with a dark wizard without reading it, she regrets her decision because she has slowly come to love learning under Ashcroft’s firm guidance, even though that firm guidance is often applied via his hard hand on her bare bottom. For his part, Ashcroft has cast propriety to the winds and fallen in love with his beautiful, feisty student.

When Lachlan returns to collect what he is owed under the contract, Charlotte learns that the price she unwittingly agreed to pay for her ill-gained knowledge is far higher than she could have ever imagined, and her world is turned upside down.  Will Ashcroft find a way to save Charlotte so that he can someday scandalize the Wizard’s Circle by marrying his apprentice, or will he lose her forever?

Publisher’s Note: This story has been edited since it’s original publication on Bethany’s Woodshed and also includes the first (bonus of an extra length of 6,000 words bringing the total to 94,000 words) chapter of the second book in the Otherworldly Discipline Series!

Also, please keep in mind that this story contains graphic sex and anal punishment (figging) as well as non-consensual spankings. If such subject matter might offend you, please don’t purchase this title.

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Saturday Spankings

Click the image to get more Saturday Spanking Sneak Peeks from your favorite spanking authors!

Hi guys! As per the “Saturday Spanking” rules, I get to sneak peek you 8 sentences from my most recently written spanking scene! Whoot! May your own Saturday be Spankalicious!

Spanking Excerpt Learning to Blush: Swarii Brides, Book Two

 

(Learning to Blush is a science fiction spanking novel available here).

 

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“Can’t we just start fresh?” she begged, the room feeling extremely cold on her naked skin.

“We will start fresh after your punishment,” he promised, unhooking her bra.

“I was hoping we could start before…” she clarified, covering her naked breasts.

She stifled a sigh and steadied herself by holding onto his shoulder as she stepped out of her panties and her shoes. She felt awkward standing naked in front of him—it definitely felt different if she was naked for him before sex. Before making love, Graham looked at her differently: with a lecherous, wolf-like gaze. Right before spanking her, his face seemed filled with business-like determination. Something about his expression lectured, “I would also rather be having sex with you. Instead, I have to spank you to tears.”He pulled down her panties to the floor. “I know. Step out,” he instructed patiently.

For more sneak peeks of spanking stories, continue the Blog Hopping!

 

Want to leave a response to this post? Click the post title or here and go to the bottom of the post for the response option. Unfortunately, you can’t do it from the main front page, you have to go into the actual post link. 

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Welcome to Love Spanks 2013!

 Click here to learn all about Love Spanks and the other participating authors

Here is a quick rundown of the rules:

  1. Visit each blog between Saturday, February 9th and Sunday, February 10th to read the posted stories and excerpts.
  2. Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog.  You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing.
  3. If you have visited all the blogs, visit Anastasia Vitsky’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
    Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on February 10th!!
  4. If you successfully completed the Spank or Treat challenge and were notified by Ana, you may add “VIP” to your comments.  You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize.  (Yes, we will be doing this again.  Yes, if you successfully complete the Love Spanks challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
  5. Visit any of the participating blogs on Valentine’s Day to find out the lucky winners.  Will it be you?

FREE BOOKS!

As an extra treat, all Love Spankers are eligible for free books!  (Donated by Lazy Day Publishing)

  • Of Yesterday by Alta Hensley
  • To Love a Woman by Jade Cary
  • Rules of War by Sue Lyndon
  • Casting by Liz Borino
  • Deep in the Heat of Texas by Amy le Blanc, Melissa Ecker, and Alta Hensley

In addition to the prizes available for the main contest, commenting on my blog (Anastasia Vitsky at Governing Ana) enters you in a random drawing for the following prizes:

  • One copy of Desire in Any Language
  • One copy of The Vengeance of Mrs. Claus
  • A sneak peek at The Way Home (Kat and Natalie book one)
  • A custom-written short-short story (500-1000 words).  Limits negotiated individually.

All you have to do is read the story and respond to the question in the comments. Best of luck to you!

This is a little late in the Love Spanks offerings, and I hope I’m forgiven, but for shits and giggles, I’m going to offer a commenter of my story (answer-er to the question below), chosen with a randomness generator, a copy of my new book, “Learning to Blush”. 

Don’t forget to comment on the story below, answering this question:

What is your favorite mythological creature in spanking books, if any (including angels, vampires, werewolves, demons, etc)?

 

Cupid Duty

by Korey Mae Johnson

Lex’s father used to get angry with how much she fidgeted. He said that angels just don’t get nervous and that she was exposing a weakness. That being said, her father had never been in the “hot seat” under Zahriel Monias. All she’d been for the last three years was in the hot seat, and it still didn’t feel comfortable. If she had her wings “out” she figured she’d even be molting.

Zahriel was a gorgeous man—dark features, stormy grey eyes, knock-out broad shoulders… She didn’t like those stormy grey eyes ever looking in her direction. She had a feeling he wasn’t going to ask her out for a cup of coffee anytime soon.

She was beginning to sweat, and she hadn’t even been invited into his office yet.

Death walked out of Zahriel’s office and closed the door behind him. Well, the Head Reaper, anyway, who happened to be Zahriel’s roommate and best friend, who was truly called Dathaniel. He was dressed in sunglasses and a long trench coat like someone who had watched ‘The Matrix’ about a hundred-too-many times. Dathaniel she hadn’t talked to very often at all, being so new to the job, but he was also could be called intimidating, if just because of how tall he was.

“Ah, so you’re Lex,” he said, pushing down his sunglasses. The sunglasses themselves were completely unnecessary in this office building with the back-to-the-future-airport theme going on. “I remember your father harassing me to look at your baby pictures, and now look at ya.” He waved his arm to motion to her. “You’ve made Zahriel do pushups.”

She blinked up at Dathaniel with confusion. “Zahriel’s doing pushups… because of me?”

“He’s trying to get himself into a state of zen before you come in there with your shitty work record. You’ve been working here only three years. How did you get written up so much already?”

“Oh, I’m super-talented,” she replied, and Death smiled back at her with white, shiny teeth. “What are you doing around the cupid-duty?”

Death grunted and sat down next to her in a heavy way, making it seem like he was so exhausted that he let himself fall backwards into the chair. “You shouldn’t call it the ‘cupid duty’. Your boss hates that. Cupid is a Greek myth that has nothing to do with what you do. It’s the Philos Division—it’s not like you go around wearing diapers and shooting people with little pink arrows.”

“Not unless I just came out of a rockin’ party,” she admitted with a grin.

Death frowned at her.

“I was joking,” she said with a shrug.

“Yeah, but that kind of joke is gonna mess up Zahriel’s zen. Don’t ruin this for him. He doesn’t want you to think he’s a bad guy,” he lectured frankly. “You’re still single, right?” he asked in an afterthought.

That was a strange question. She blinked and looked over at him. “Why, do you want to go out?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Would you if I asked?” he countered.

She thought about it, but not very seriously. Dathaniel was a good looking guy, but his job sucked and he had a very dark sense of humor. He also had a reputation for fucking anything that moved. “Nope,” she replied, crossing her legs.

“And why not?” Death asked, suddenly offended. “I’m very qualified.”

“Yes you are,” she replied, “At being a man-whore.”

“Hm,” he said thoughtfully, straightening. “Suddenly I don’t feel too bad for what you have coming to you.”

She wobbled one of her eyebrows at him immediately at these ominous words. “Why?” she demanded. “What do I have coming to me?”

He shrugged innocently. “Something you’re not gonna like very much.” He grinned. “Unless…” He chuckled to himself and then waved his hand. “No, you probably won’t like it at all. You’re not the type.”

“What type?” She could feel alarm settling in. “What are you talking about, Death?”

“Death is what I do, not who I am,” he corrected patiently, raising his finger as if to note the lesson. “Just like I don’t call you a manipulating little matchmaker.”

“It’s a little more complex than that,” she replied frankly, rolling her eyes. “There’s a reason why fate needs a specialist in this! It’s a tough job hooking some of these doofball humans up!”

“It must be,” Dathaniel replied with a snort. “Your record sucks. How is it you have the highest aptitude test scores and the lowest reliability rate?”

“My father asks me that all the time,” she responded smartly, but then frowned. She was getting more worried by the second. “Lay it out straight,” she begged, lolling her head in Dathaniel’s direction. “Am I gonna get canned?”

“Canned as in fired or as in like a pickle?” he replied unhelpfully.

She blinked at him, and he gave a laugh. “Nah, Zahriel isn’t gonna can you if he can help it,” he assured, and she exhaled a big breath of air as he added by way of explanation, “There’s a lot of paperwork that goes with firing someone.”

“Oh, good,” she said, swallowing.

At that moment, the door down at the other end of the room opened and Zahriel stepped out. “Lex. Thanks for being here on-time for once. Get in there and sit your ass down in that seat,” he said firmly, pointing into his office.

Lex looked over at Dathaniel, hoping for a little help by saying something like, ‘She’s just a kid, chill out. Take it easy on her!’ but instead he shrugged, said, “What?” and then pointed to the office. “Go on before you’re in deeper hot water than you are now.”

Her face blushed red and she stood up from her seat and walked carefully past Zahriel as if she was afraid he might try to bite her as he walked by.

“Having a nice chat out here?” she heard Zahriel ask Dathaniel as she carefully took her seat.

“Yeah. Contrary to popular opinion, I’m a nice guy!” Dathaniel said defensively.

Zahriel snorted and shut the door, closing her in that room alone with him. Even the air seemed dense… She was going to get her ass handed to her, she just knew it.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked, walking over to his desk and picking up a non-descript manila folder.

“I could guess,” she told him, already wincing.

“It’s your record,” he told her.

She nodded. “That was my guess.” She skirted the tiles on the floor with her eyes, trying to gain courage.

“If you’re embarrassed by it, that’s good. I, too, would be embarrassed by this if I was you,” he assured, picking up the folder and reading it over. “In three years, you have failed to show up for duty over a hundred times. When you do show up, you seem to show up late. Just about every day. Your reliability sucks. Your attitude to your supervisors is even worse. You’ve been passed around from supervisor to supervisor like a hot potato. We’ve been here, with me telling you that you need to do better, too many times. This,” he held up the folder, “just keeps getting fatter.” He threw the folder across the desk.

“That is a dilemma,” she admitted flatly, nodding. She didn’t know what else to say, although apparently agreeing with the fact that she was a screw-up was apparently being regarded as her being a wise-ass, if she judged her boss’s stern gaze well enough.

“Can I ask why you asked for my division and not something… that doesn’t depend on anyone?” he asked her.

“Well, I didn’t know myself very well three years ago,” she replied, fiddling with the arm of the chair. “I was easier in the academy. You know, with bells and wake-up calls…”

“So you need someone to hold your hand, keep you on track.” He smiled at her, and she nodded and smiled back.

“That would be great.”

“You’re a big girl now, Elexia!” he suddenly snapped, and she realized the smile was his casual way of making fun of the fact that she was a little on the immature side. “People depend on you. Human lives get affected by what we do by more than you know.  Through generations.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, dropping her head. “I know I’m a screw up.”

“You’re not a screw-up, you’re a disobedient, lazy kid,” he said, swiping his hand through the air. His jaw was clenched tightly for awhile, and then as he watched her, his eyes softened. “What do you think I should do with you, Lex, that you would respond to?”

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Zahriel pursed his lips as he considered Lex. She was a cute thing; she was smaller than most of the archers. She was young and, because she was stationed in college dorms, looked just like a human twenty-year old with her pink zip-up hoodie and the buns on either side of her head that resembled bear’s ears.

For the life of him, he didn’t quite understand his perversions—he’d wanted to fuck her brains out since the moment she showed up for duty. Most of the older angels he knew were at least a few centuries old, and they had that life-weary look behind their eyes. This younger generation didn’t have it; they were ready to live, to help, to be part of things.

Still, every unit had their kid who had slipped through the cracks, and Lex was definitely his problem. Her whole generation was pushed through an academy and she landed what was referred to (although he deplored the term) as ‘Cupid Detail’ in a party college in the middle of Wisconsin of all places. She was so busy taking in the scene that undoubtedly she couldn’t make her appointments because she was trying to keep up with her human friends, human classes, or was simply too hung-over to realize what time it was. He understood that anybody who grew up in the same house as the man who was her father—who was her boss’s boss’s boss—would relish a chance to stretch her wings for once, but play-time was over.

If she wanted to act like a kid, he was going to spank her like one, point-blank. She didn’t know this yet, and even he was still deciding if the discipline was a good idea. He hadn’t spanked a girl for centuries, but then… A girl hadn’t deserved it this much.

What was inconvenient was how his balls tightened uncomfortably when he imagined her bouncy little bottom squirming over his lap. This was going to be a lesson for him in self-control.

“Lex?” he asked the distracted girl who looked like a deep caught in a headlight.

She lifted her shoulders indecisively then continued to mindlessly pinch the leather in the office chair she was sitting on. The chair was far too big for her small frame; it practically swallowed her alive.

“Do you think you deserve disciplinary action?” he asked her, his words coming out in a pedantic drawl, trying to illicit some sort of response longer than two words.

“I will really do better next time,” she promised earnestly. He had heard this promise before—and it hadn’t gotten any better. The first year she worked in his unit, she would come into his office saying, ‘I’ll do better, I’ll do better!’ like it was a protection spell.

It must have worked, because he hadn’t spanked her yet and she apparently had no idea he was going to.

He had a feeling that when it became clear, it was going to really mess with his chances when he asked her out afterwards. He had been building up to it, and Dathaniel recently announced that it had grown to ‘sad proportions’ before also reminding him that he had yet to get laid in the 21st century. The Angel of Death was getting more booty than the Angel of Love.

Dathaniel was right—it was sad.

“I know you’ll do better next time, because I’m going to give you everything you need. I’m going to be your ball and chain. I’m going to be on your ass every minute of every day making sure that you become a responsible person to match that intellect of yours.” He heard his voice raising, but so was his temper. Damn it, he didn’t want to be the bad guy, and she was going to think of it that way for certain!

“Well, I don’t need… quite that level of attention,” she said nervously.

He took off his jacket and threw it over the back of his chair to begin rolling up his sleeves. “Yeah? Tough. You just got yourself a new best friend. We’re going to be spending a lot of time together, and when you do something I don’t like, I’m going to fry that little butt of yours until you can get up in the morning and do your job without it.”

She seemed extremely startled by his announcement and she sat straight as a pin at the edge of the chair. “Maybe you should just fire or reassign me…” she said, chewing her lip.

He snorted. “No way. Do you know how much paperwork that is?” She put her hand up to her eyes as if she realized she was in her own worse nightmare. “You know what your father told me when you first came to work for me?”

She didn’t answer verbally, just shook her head.

“He told me three years ago that the only way you’ll do what you’re told is with a sore bottom.” Her eyes wiped up and her face turned a deep crimson. “I thought he was just being funny. Would have been the first joke he ever made, but I really thought that’s what it was. Or at least an exaggeration, but I can now see that he giving me good advice.”

She stood up. “Woah, woah!” she snapped, her brows drawing together. “First of all, you can’t spank me because I’m an adult. Secondly, you can’t spank me because I’m your employee! Third of all—is violence really the way to solve anything?”

“Yes, actually,” he replied firmly, reaching for his belt. “But I don’t think of this as violence, Lex. Besides, we’ve just been through this; you’re apparently not ready to be given adult responsibilities, and as for you being my employee—your father is the boss of my boss, and he gave the all-clear on this one.” He pulled his belt through the loops, and he could feel her eyes on his hands.

He crooked his finger at her. “Come here and bend over the desk,” he ordered.

She shifted her weight from foot to foot, then laughed nervously, and then—which he didn’t expect—jumped over the back of the chair and bounded to the door in two strides.

Her cursed and tried to chase after her, but he only got to the doorway before he was stopped by Dathaniel, who had the struggling girl tipped over one of his shoulders, screeching, “Let me go, you giant praying mantis!” as she hit her fists against his back.

Dathaniel grinned casually at him. “Lost something?” he asked mischievously. Dathaniel had known that Zahriel had planned to spank the girl. He also, unfortunately, knew that Zahriel was interested in her. ‘She’s single by the way,’ he mouthed. ‘You’re welcome.’

Zahriel rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers at the ground. “I don’t need you to play rebound,” he told him.

Dathaniel dropped the girl onto the ground and Zahriel put a firm grip on her upper arm. “You’re calm, right?” Dathaniel asked, concerned.

It’s possible that Zahriel used to have anger issues, but he was still completely fine since he worn himself out with pushups. Exercise always helped. “I’m fine, Dathaniel. Thanks for asking.” He shoved Dathaniel out of the room before Dathaniel did something stupid, like stayed to watch.

“Fine, I can see where I’m not wanted,” Dathaniel huffed. “It’s not fair that most of my employees have dicks, that’s all I’m saying. Friends let friends live vicariously through—”

Zahriel shut the door and turned to Lex. “He knows you were going to spank me!” she charged angrily.

“Of course he does, and you should kiss his feet because he talked me out of using a good birch on your ridiculous little hide,” he gritted, grabbing her hand and pulling her to his armless office chair. “Which I’m now regretting.  What was your end-game? To have me chase you?”

She fought against him, trying to make herself harder to drag by digging her heels into the floor. “Of course not—I was attempting to quit! Can I quit?”

He rolled his eyes and sat down, pulling her over his lap with a single, firm yank. “What do you think you are, a human? You’re an angel on-duty. There’s no quitting!” He put his belt on the ground, trying to get a handle on the violent squirming of the girl.

She pulled her hands behind her bottom to cover her skirt. “Please, don’t, Zahriel! Please—anything else!”

“We’ve been doing everything else for the last three years. I would like you to come to my office for once and not be in trouble! I don’t want to stand here and yell at you for an hour every day!” he snapped at her, pinning her hands behind her back.

Even in this pinned state, she continued to kick her legs and try to crawl over his lap like a worm. He remembered that, when given spanking in the distant past, he didn’t have to pin them down like this. Back in the day, when he gave an order, it was actually obeyed. The recruit would just bend over the desk and stay in place throughout the punishment.

This was new, and this was also rubbing against his already very fixated crotch.

He pressed her down to his thigh and flipped up her skirt, that normally stopped at mid-thigh, but now exposed a work of art when raised. Her bubbly little bottom was delicious looking.

“Stop! Stop! Over the skirt!” she demanded angrily.

“Shush,” he told her and slapped his palm down over the white-cotton covered bottom. Man-oh-man, did he like the way her bottom reacted. He liked the way her bottom wiggled, her liked the sound of his hand, he liked the soft feel of her flesh, he liked it all. He even liked the way Lex squeaked miserably in response, but he wasn’t sure why he liked it so much. Perhaps he just liked the sound of something getting through to her.

“Zahriel! Please, please! This is unfair!” she cried after giving up her squeaks after the third satisfying ‘smack’. She whimpered the words, “This is unfair…” a second time when he ignored it and continued to slap on.

She was actually beginning to make some leeway in her escape from all her squirming. He licked his leg out, let her legs fall between his two knees, and then pinned them with his thigh, securing her and readjusting her.

“I’m gonna bite you!” she warned in response. It must have suddenly occurred to her that attempting escape was futile now, and she could squirm all she wanted with absolutely no avail.

“Go ahead and see what happens!” he replied, followed by a volley of spanks. Her certainly didn’t expect her to take him up on his threat, but once her bottom reached a certain shade of pink, he felt teeth.

“Ouch! For fuck’s sake, what’s the matter with you?” he barked at her, feeling his blood pressure rise and heat rising to his face. Luckily, she didn’t bite him with her full strength—she didn’t break his skin, at least, but the pinch her bite gave him was a wake-up call that only angered him. He reached for the belt he had set by his feet.

“Don’t get angry, I warned you!” she said, digging her fingers into his pant leg. “I have limits!”

“Well, so do I, and I’m at mine,” he growled, and pulled down the last bit of covering she had. He hadn’t gotten a good look at her bottom before he raised the folded belt up and brought it down with a ‘whoosh’.

He didn’t really pay attention, in fact, until he was a few strokes in and she was screaming and crying at the same time. Her bottom was everything he’d imagined and more, although the belt strokes were already swelling across her flanks.

She was going to have trouble sitting down for awhile when they were through, that was for certain. “I can guarantee you that you will never be written up again, you will be respectful, you will do your duty, you will show up on time,” he ordered loud enough to be heard over her hiccupping cries, “because if you don’t, you will find yourself in this position. Not every now and then, but every damn time, Elexia! You understand me?” he slapped the belt down across her upper thighs, causing her to both cry and hiss. “Lex? Do you understand what happens?”

“Yes!” she cried.

“And what happens?” he asked after another pronounced couple of swipes.

“Spanking!” she sobbed; her voice quaking with humiliation.

Her bottom was about as red as he had expected to get it to, and so he stopped and let go of her hands. He expected her to scramble off his lap, and figured at that point he’d haul her into a corner with her bottom on display, but as she just kept still except for the crying, he realized that she didn’t need the extra embarrassment. She sounded quite sorry for herself as it was. Besides, there would always be a later time.

He pulled her off of his knees slowly, shushing her. As soon as she was on her feet, she pulled up her panties and let her skirt fall back into place, averting her glassy eyes to the floor. “I’ll do better,” she rasped miserably.

He put his fingers under her chin. Even tear-stained, her face was so pretty. “This isn’t about doing better, it’s about doing your best,” he replied.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

He smiled as kindly as possible, came close to saying something like, ‘So, would you like me to take you out to dinner tonight?” but instead grimaced with hesitation. Eventually he spoke, but all that came out was, “You have your assignments for tomorrow, then… I’ll give you a call afterwards to see how they went.” He even opened the office door to let her out.

“Okay,” she said awkwardly, and shuffled to the door. She glanced back at him, and he gave a wobbly smile. Her own expression seemed hurt and confused… like a cat who just had its tail stepped on. “Bye,” she finally said.

“Bye.”

Dathaniel was still in the hallway, reading a magazine, and looked over his magazine to see her shuffling out. Dathaniel frowned, stood up from his chair, and then walked into the office and whispered as they watched her walk down the long hallway towards the elevator and stepped on, “So… Did you ask her out?”

“How’s that supposed to go?” Zahriel groaned. “Hey, I know I just spanked you like a child, but I do you want to go to the Bruce Springsteen concert with me when he comes into town next week? Give me a break.” He rolled his eyes.

Dathaniel pushed his lips out thoughtfully, as if that wasn’t an aweful idea. “I’d say yes.” When Zahriel moved to push Dathaniel out of his office again, he dug his boots in and said, “C’mon, man. She might to her job better if you give her some lovin’ inspiration. Think of it like a classroom assignment.”

“No,” Zahriel groaned.

“You’ll never get with her if you don’t ask her,” he reminded. “Grow some balls!” He crossed his arms. “So, how’d it go?”

“It was torture,” he replied honestly. “She’s… gorgeous.” He brushed his fingers through his short hair. “But it’s probably for the best… I am her boss, and… and I’m way older, so…”

When the elevator dinged at the end of the hallway, they both jerked their heads in the direction of the door and saw Lex stepping awkwardly towards the room. “I think I dropped my cellphone,” she peeped.

Zahriel looked around the chair he was spanking her at, and low and behold, saw a cellphone there. He picked it up, showed it to her, and then put it in her hand.

There was another one of those moments—a thick one where he could tell she expected him to say something. “Here you go,” he told her.

She smirked uneasily and then murmured thanks, and turned to walk back away.

Dathaniel looked over just to give him a ‘Well, ask her out!’ looks.

Zahriel sighed and shoved his hands in his pocket and turned to watch her walk away. Again.

“Would you like to go out sometime?” Dathaniel suddenly called out to ask her in a voice that wasn’t his own. It was a dead-on impression of Zahriel complete with his scratchy, lower voice. Dathaniel’s impression could have fooled his own mother!

Still, it was unexpected and put him in quite a bind. Zahriel’s eyes widened as Lex spun around, her brow crimped with confusion. “You’re asking me out… now? After that?” she demanded.

“Well… Yes. I’ve never been very good with timing, apparently. Besides, knowing you… I might never have a better time to ask.” Hell, he might have to spank her every day for quite awhile if she didn’t learn to develop a work ethic… That was an exciting concept.

She raised her eyebrow. “Most people date for quite awhile before they see what you’ve seen,” she reminded.

He swallowed, just remembering what that skirt was hiding! “Yes. And asking you out might be extremely inappropriate and against every rule of propriety.”

“Well… I suppose that’s why I’ll let you take me out.” She gave a smirk, and his heart was booming around in his chest.

“Really?” he asked, incredulous.

She shrugged. “Well, I’m hoping you’ll think I’m so cute you’ll give me some leeway. I plan to use this to my advantage,” she admitted with a flat, yet strangely playful, tone.

“I already think you’re cute enough for leeway. Why do you think it’s taken me three years to get to this point? I found reason in the first week,” he replied.

She bit her lip and blushed. “Well, I’ll have to up my game, I guess.” She glanced at Dathaniel and added, “Leave him at home this time.”

“You got it. I’ll call you?” Zahriel said, already picking back up his confidence.

She nodded, then turned and walked away.

Dathaniel laughed when she disappeared back onto the elevator. “Anybody tell you Bros before Hos?” he teased.

“I could kill you for pulling that.”

“Kill me? Hell, I expect you to do the dishes when you get home, and for the next month. You’re welcome. But remember, if you leave me at home, you’ll have to pull up the big-boy pants all on your own. I’m always ready to help with the spankings, though. Maybe I can watch sometime.”

“Don’t make me hit you,” Zahriel groaned.

“Fine, fine,” Dathaniel laughed, waving his hand. “I’m signing off of cupid-duty for the day, then. You’re on your own.”

“Well, actually…” Zahriel said, feeling oddly thankful to his friend. “I’m not.”

THE END

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“Please!” She was more than certain she was the first elf in history to have said ‘please’ to a human. She was exploring all sorts of taboo behavior today! She was nearly thankful her brothers were dead; if they knew about this, they’d never let her live it down.

“All joking aside, little elf, you’ve earned yourself a good solid hiding. Now be a good girl and take your medicine,” Draevan replied unsympathetically, somehow even firming his grip on her. It was hard to struggle at all; her pants around her knees was even hampering most of her kicks and squirms. 

That was probably for the best—her kicks and squirms, it came to mind, probably made her look like she was a naughty three-year-old being taken in hand.

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Alright, this definitely goes in the “Shameless Self-Promotion” section. But, screw it. I can go with pompous for a weekend or so.

Learning to Blush has already made it to the Top 100 in Amazon’s Fantasy and Futuristic Romance section. Since it’s my favorite section, and I actually recognize the names around me, I’m completely excited by this accomplishment. I mean, right now, I’m beating out a Kresley Cole book on the ranking list (one that’s been out for years, but still)…

For those of you that don’t know, Learning to Blush is your not-so-average space adventure: it has action, BDSM, spanking, anal, medical fetish stuff, fated mate, romance, and tons of antics by the Jonas clan, who could take any fraternity in the country back to school with their loyalty, their work ethic, and their love of a good time.

I’m glad people are buying it, anyway! If you bought it… Review it for me, will ya? 🙂 I eat those like cake…  And they help me sell even more, so it’s a two-fer!

Finally out on Amazon and Blushing Books (B&N coming soon), Learning to Blush: The Swarii Brides, Book Two is available to anyone looking for scifi spanking goodness. I’ve been really, really fortunate so far and people are taking the book, on the whole, like I meant it to be: an exciting adventure packed full of spankings that weren’t too contrived but well deserved by the ladies who got them.

Learning to Blush was a novel I loved thinking about, love having written, but man-oh!-man did I hate writing it at the time. I joke that it was akin to having birth. I meant it to be a 55 thousand word jaunt like Never Submit! and it ended up twice that long, filled with SEVERAL escapades that brought about the conclusion of the Swarii-Frian Wars.

I’m really excited about this novel because Thorton was SO difficult to write. You don’t know how many times I had to re-write this book to get this guy laid. He kept sticking his foot in his mouth, Penny kept getting offended, Thorton kept going from being too pushy, too possessive, to too stand-offish. It’s like the character didn’t want to procreate or something. So, this was a labor of love. (Apparently, I’m one of those authors that let the characters mold them more than the other way around.)

Thorton made me proud. He’s sort of a Riddick-type character (actually, he looks a lot like Vin Deisel. Not as tall as anyone else, but he’s bad-ass and strong enough that you wouldn’t notice), he’s an amazing fighter, easily frustrated, and always has a thing to say to piss a woman off yet underneath is a guy full of pain and angst and loss. He’s a screw-ball who you call a screw-up, yet he’s the type of guy who would help you bury a body, no questions asked.

Penny, on the other hand, I drew from real-life off of many of my vanilla friends from college. Smart as all get-out, but stubborn as hell with a slutty side that cannot be tamped down. She’s also in the lookout for love, because as pretty as she is, she’d been extremely neglected (and even slightly abused) by her parents and just needs to be held and appreciated as being something other than a piece of meat.

And, back again, is spritely Ellie–the same smack-talking girl from the last book, filled with spunk and eager to prove her stuff and win the war. This time, she’s not alone. She’s naughty as ever, sure, but now she has her brother and two twin cousins to back up her hair-brained schemes (okay, these guys were fun to write, they never gave  me any flak).

I hope you’ll love the naughty antics they all get into in this spicy sci-fi erotica! Read the first chapter here

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Hear ye, hear ye–two totally awesome medieval stories are available at Amazon.com!

This is really exciting–not because it’s my first medieval–but because I had the opportunity to do a combo-book with the extremely talented Renee Rose, who’s writing will just knock your socks off! Her work is absolutely amazing, and she’s so professional to work with.

Also, and this is going to sound sort of bizarre, this is my first story published by Stormy Night Publications… That’s right. The company I own hasn’t published anything by me yet. Certainly, that’s because I’m a slow, slow writer. (Mind you, I have two more books coming out in February, and one other book (Learning to Blush) coming out this month, but that’s totally a fluke). I always have a million things going at the same time, so I tend to get a bunch of things done at once. I sort of have ADD–a special kind that’s mostly related to writing. Let’s cal it WADD.

What about the story “Claiming the Liar”? It said you finished it, then poof! Disappeared! WTF?

Until the cover’s made, everything is tentatively titled. “Claiming the Liar” had been retitled to “Quite Decided”, which is part of this very set! So, don’t worry. I didn’t mess with you guys. Just changed the title. I fought for it, too, but James said “Nu-uh,” and you know. I do what James says for the most part.

So, really. How did you get Renee to work with you? Doesn’t she know you’re a spaz?

Nope, she doesn’t know that I’m a spaz. I can suck it in and fool people into thinking I can even tie my own shoelaces, and I’m sure that’s why she agreed. 🙂  But seriously, Renee was so nice for agreeing to do a combo with me. Thanks so, so much Renee!

What’s it about, then? Man, are you bad at advertising or what?

Right. I guess you might want the whole… info… don’t you? Well, here you go!

UNDER SIEGE BY RENEE ROSE

For Lady Camilla, the only thing worse than managing Falconworth castle on her own would be her overlord discovering that she is a widow and marrying her off to his wretched nephew. Keeping her husband’s death a secret is a top priority, right up there with ensuring that troops from a rival castle don’t break down her curtain wall gate with their battering ram.

Yet when a devilishly handsome knight by the name of Sir Balen rides to her rescue, she is reluctant to turn over the control she has become accustomed to wielding. The attraction between them is palpable, but his arrogant assumption of the position and duties of her late husband irritates her, especially because those duties seem to include spanking her bare bottom!

Can she swallow her pride and propose the marriage which she knows would be best for all involved, or will her stubbornness cost her and the people of Falconworth dearly?

QUITE DECIDED BY KOREY MAE JOHNSON

When eighteen-year-old Wenda discovers that she is to be married off to a nobleman easily old enough to be her grandfather, she concocts a desperate plan to avoid that fate. Lord Talus, who was like an older brother to her growing up, will marry her instead—she is quite decided on it.

The only problem with this plan is the fact that Talus refuses it outright. Wenda has grown into a beautiful woman, but he has known her since she was a child and he cannot bring himself to expose her to the dark, hungry, sexual side of him which she would see as his wife.

Talus underestimates the lengths to which Wenda will go to carry out her plan, however, and he finds a marriage with her forced upon him by false allegations that he has stolen her maidenhood in the night. For her part Wenda soon learns, to her dismay, that her new husband is well within his rights to bare his young wife’s bottom and chastise her firmly for her scheming. Moreover, he intends to thoroughly enjoy every curve of her beautiful body once he feels the time is right to have his way with his new bride.

Publisher’s Note: Lords and Ladies contains two erotic novellas which include both consensual and non-consensual spankings, graphic sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Lords and Ladies by Renee Rose & Korey Mae Johnson Published: January 21, 2013 by Stormy Night Publications

Book Length: 2 Novellas

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Summary:

Lords and Ladies is composed of two novellas filled with medieval adventure, sweet romance, bold men, feisty women, hot sex, and firm spankings.

UNDER SIEGE BY RENEE ROSE

For Lady Camilla, the only thing worse than managing Falconworth castle on her own would be her overlord discovering that she is a widow and marrying her off to his wretched nephew. Keeping her husband’s death a secret is a top priority, right up there with ensuring that troops from a rival castle don’t break down her curtain wall gate with their battering ram.

Yet when a devilishly handsome knight by the name of Sir Balen rides to her rescue, she is reluctant to turn over the control she has become accustomed to wielding. The attraction between them is palpable, but his arrogant assumption of the position and duties of her late husband irritates her, especially because those duties seem to include spanking her bare bottom!

Can she swallow her pride and propose the marriage which she knows would be best for all involved, or will her stubbornness cost her and the people of Falconworth dearly?

QUITE DECIDED BY KOREY MAE JOHNSON

When eighteen-year-old Wenda discovers that she is to be married off to a nobleman easily old enough to be her grandfather, she concocts a desperate plan to avoid that fate. Lord Talus, who was like an older brother to her growing up, will marry her instead—she is quite decided on it.

The only problem with this plan is the fact that Talus refuses it outright. Wenda has grown into a beautiful woman, but he has known her since she was a child and he cannot bring himself to expose her to the dark, hungry, sexual side of him which she would see as his wife.

Talus underestimates the lengths to which Wenda will go to carry out her plan, however, and he finds a marriage with her forced upon him by false allegations that he has stolen her maidenhood in the night. For her part Wenda soon learns, to her dismay, that her new husband is well within his rights to bare his young wife’s bottom and chastise her firmly for her scheming. Moreover, he intends to thoroughly enjoy every curve of her beautiful body once he feels the time is right to have his way with his new bride.

Publisher’s Note: Lords and Ladies contains two erotic novellas which include both consensual and non-consensual spankings, graphic sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Year Published: January 18, 2013

Book Length: 106,239 words, 16 chapters)

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After graduating high school, Penny’s life has fallen into a pretty simple routine: work part time at her cousin’s auto repair shop, build up her self-taught computer hacking skills, and most importantly, sleep with every decent looking man who passes through her small town.

Then Penny’s cousin Ellie suddenly returns after having gone missing for over a year, and Penny’s simple routine is upset. A couple of months later, two very large, very handsome, very strange men show up looking for Ellie, with one of them claiming to be her husband, and Penny’s life changes abruptly. She finds herself irresistibly drawn to the companion of Ellie’s husband, and his obvious distaste at her promiscuous ways only increases her need to have him.

In the midst of her attempts at seducing him, however, rapidly unfolding events demonstrate that Ellie’s new friends are not just strange, they are aliens, and they are being hunted by an old and powerful enemy. Before she fully understands what is happening, Penny finds herself aboard their small spacecraft, fleeing across the galaxy. Somehow, all of this does not dampen her desire for Thorton or his growing need for her. When a poorly-planned escapade on her part forces Thorton’s hand, though, she discovers that Thorton’s earlier warnings were true, and instead of a hot one night stand she now has a mate for life. A completely dominant mate for life who is fully prepared to take her in hand.

Penny soon learns that while Thorton would give his life for her without hesitation, he will not put up for a second with her bratty behavior or her defiant attitude, and that when she misbehaves badly enough, a long, hard, bare-bottom spanking might only be the beginning of her troubles. She also finds that sex with Thorton will not be on her terms, and that nothing she experienced back on earth could prepare her for the heights of pleasure – and the utter red-faced embarrassment – that come with Thorton taking her in ways she could never have imagined.

Publisher’s Note: Learning to Blush is an erotic novel that includes both consensual and non-consensual spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, exhibitionism, elements of medical play and BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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