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A great lament of mine is the fact that if I LOVE alpha-male fiction in romance. I love BDSM. But if I want to find a good alpha male who’s trying to get his woman to submit, I have to look elsewhere. I know I can’t have it here, so I leave the reservation, looking into the great wide world of Romance. I tend to go into Paranormal Romance, hoping to get some ass-kicking.

Ass kicking? What are you, Korey? Some sort of blood-lusted action-movie, testosterone-ridden she-male?

I don’t think so. Actually, when it comes to movies, I don’t like too much action. I think it detracts from the story there. Why? Because they only have 2 hours to tell a story and something’s gonna get cut. I can’t watch horror movies, either. They give me nightmares.

Teatime is fun, that’s why the Brits have one every day. I don’t like it to take up the whole novel, is all.

With novels, we have as much time to tell a story as we need to take. So, I feel in that case, an action scene, or even violent imagery, can help ground a story. It can help make a character seem darker, more real. It can make the stakes a little higher. Sometimes one action scene can take the place of a MILLION tea-times.

Tea-time is what I call two the hero and the heroine matching a battle of wits… the entire novel. Around the coffee table. Sure, maybe tea’s not being served, but that doesn’t mean it’s not tea-time. When I used to play a lot of Muds, Moos, and Muxs (those are online text-based roleplay games), we used to complain about them a lot. There were those who wanted to stir the pot and get the “plot” moving through action and drama, and then there were the people who just wanted to sit around and chat about the craziness outside their virtual walls.

The same rule applies in novels. Some people want to shake the shit out of a plot and go crazy with it, bringing in action and violence, and making “the stakes” really high. Others… Just aren’t interested. Did you ever read the Twilight Series and decide that out of all four books, Breaking Dawn was your favorite of them? You’re a tea drinker. You’re fine, you have your place–you and I just don’t like the same books, is all. For me, I like to hold my breath while reading a novel.

For example, I just finished reading “Shadow’s Claim” by Kresley Cole. After that, I broke down and read “Poison Princess” as well, even though I knew it was going to be a cliff hanger that was going to put me in that limbo of waiting for the sequel forever and ever.

Shadow’s Claim wasn’t Kresley’s best book, but it was much better than 99.9% of books I’ve read, anyway.  Let’s just say that the main character kills countless people in the course of the novel via beheadings, violent melees, one-via-one combat, and that’s not where the tension ends. The main character is tortured by winged warriors known as Vrekeners in the very first chapter. The book’s violent.

Poison Princess was a young adult novel that… is the most violent and deliciously action-packed young adult novel I’ve ever read. Let’s just say that if they ever do a miniseries, it will have to be on HBO because it’s gonna be rated R even without too many sexual overtones (that miniseries would rock my world, by the way. C’mon, HBO!!). I mean, four chapters are told from the POV of a man who wants to cut up the main character and put her body pieces into jars. There’s battles, and archery, and car crashes, and zombie-killing–one scene after another. The book was slathered with awesome sauce.

Still, these stories more than made up for it. The violence and chaos in the story thrust the characters together to make their bond even stronger, even more believable, and even legendary.

Alright, so you like erotica with that sort of violence?! WTF? You get turned on by that stuff?

Dangerous situations, scenarios, and histories can sometimes be implemental in making your character fascinating… And super hawt.

No, it doesn’t turn me on. There’s another fallacy:


You know after you’re done camping, you come home, take an INCREDIBLY long shower, and then your food tastes sooo good and you feel soo clean? Well, violence and action is camping–you make your characters rough it, go through dramatic scenes that strengthen their character and then when there is sex or spanking, you are SO hungry for it, and MAN do you appreciate it. You have to let your reader fret and worry about the main characters.

As Marquis deSade said: It is always by way of pain one arrives at pleasure.   Remember to spice it up; make your characters earn each other, earn themselves, and earn the reader! Bring pain to all, so everyone can get more pleasure from it!

Alright, folks–it’s time to tune you all into my obsessions.

Can’t get a-hold of Korey today? She’s in her KC cocoon, reading this book and getting schooled on how to write all-time great sex scenes.

When a Kresley Cole book comes out, like it does today, I take that one day a year and I don’t do anything. Or I try not to. No, no–it’s just a day of me sitting on my sofa reading the newest KC book until until my eyes tire. When my eyes tire, I’ll just go right to my audio book version.

Afterwards, I’ll go into a depression and walk around the place, calling myself a total hack. After THAT, I will make outrageous claims that I will go and kick her ass book sale wise by writing the “Best Romance Novel ever made.” I’ve yet to do it, but I will, because I simply hate being embarrassed like this. She’s really, really good. And unfortunately, as I get  better… So does she! She needs to go on hiatus for a few years so I can play some serious catch-up.

Now, there’re barely any spankings in her books; barely any HINTS of it. So for a lot of you, maybe it wouldn’t be up your alley. For my own part, I can’t hold that against her. You see– nobody writes Alpha Males better than KC. Well, except future me. (I still have high hopes about be getting bit by a radioactive pen which will give me super-writing powers.)

That’s what’s happened the last couple of years, anyway (I didn’t know about her until Jan of 2011). This is my Third Annual Kresley Cole day (the date of the day moves every time she makes a release in the Immortals After Dark series, which I’m totally into). Needless to say, I’m so excited that if I was a cockerspaniel, I would have piddled on the floor a million times today already. I’ve been enthused since it was announced probably about six months ago.

This year’s book? Shadow’s Claim. Vampire assassins  Check. Demons? Check. Sorceri? Check. Millennial-old men, with all the vigor of their early thirties, chasing after a college-aged immortal? Check.

So, if you’ve read my books, you can see why I fell for HER books–they were right up my alley! I’ll probably post my comments on it after I’m done reading it and going through my post-book depression which will then spur my “I’m a hack!”  phase.

So, I’ll see you after I hatch from my KC cocoon  everyone. Until then… You should really check her out so I have someone to gush about the Immortals After Dark series with (although her other series ROCKED, too, but they’re completed…)

Another taster from my toils of the last week from the Medieval story I’m trying to finish up… No title yet! (Titles are hard, folks.):


Talus looked over at her, unable to shake his frustration at her rejection of him and also frustrated by how beautiful she was in that dress! All her life, he’d known her, and she’d never looked like that–she was a boy with woman’s hair before, one he could never lust for in a thousand years. Now that he had agreed to marry her cousin’s niece, she had decided to push those breasts up where he could see them and finally wore a dress that would show off those luscious hips!

He used to imagine taking Gwendolyn whimpering as he took her roughly from behind, and he wouldn’t care if she enjoyed it because she was so wicked out of the bedchamber… But now he looked at Wenda and wondered if he had made a poor choice, because right now Wenda looked like a temptress that he could take like an animal from behind, and she would merely turn her head back to him and cry, “More!”

Four short years ago today, I got to marry the love of my life. He saw me coming down the aisle and didn’t turn and book it like he probably should have, but for my own part, I couldn’t be happier. He gets sexier every single damn year, and he becomes more and more of the cornerstone of my life every day. He’s not just a lover that fulfills my desires until I catch my breath, James is also my teacher, my confidant, my brother-in-our-faith, but he’s also my best friend. I couldn’t live without him.

As some of you already know, I met James over 5 years ago on when I wasn’t even looking for a long-term boyfriend. James just took my breath away. I had an unexplainably good feeling about him right away, enough that I told my career to go screw itself and moved all the way down to Texas to be with him. At the time I would just shrug and say, “Well, it’s the best thing I’ll ever do, or the stupidest.” But I knew then, with every bone in my body, that I was making the right decision.
James & I
I once was lamenting to my mother in law that God made me a Spanko. She was obliged to take offense at first, but here’s my reason that I was quick to give her: Being a spanko is not a blessing, not from a young age. To hide what you are for so many years is unbearable, to be ashamed of what you think, how you are, what you desire, for that many years, was miserable. I wondered why I was born this way, why I was this way. It was a hardship for me–I felt like being a Spanko was some sort of condition, like a disease  and I hated myself for it. I was humiliated for myself.

But when I met James, it felt like it all made sense. It was fate. I was meant to be “into spanking” because I was meant to be there for  James to IM me. It was the thing that hooked us together even though we grew up in separate states. It was the first foundation to our relationship–domestic discipline, with him in charge. We joke that we arranged our own marriage because we made so many decisions and moved in together not knowing much about each other, but knowing that we would grow to love each other, and that DD could work, and it would help bring us together and make us happy. And it worked.

I did fall in love with James, and then he fell in love with me, and spanking kept us from quarreling or making resenting each other. We lived and still live only to make each other proud and happy. We let ourselves like things that the other liked, sometimes with difficulty at first but then with sincerity. We share a love for the same foods, we have the same friends, we love quoting stupid movies every two seconds, we’re even  of the same faith now. We miss each other even when he has to go to work for the day.

Four years ago, I just remember thinking that I couldn’t be more in love with James than I was right at that moment. I was so, so wrong! I love him a bizillion times more now than I did then. I love going to sleep with him spooning behind me every night, and then he’s always the first thing I see when I roll over in the morning, and we say, “How blessed we are!”

Was it easy at first? No. It took a lot of nut-grabbing and fear-swallowing. We weren’t sure of ourselves, we were scared, we were afraid we’d look back on this whole thing and call ourselves stupid. But we overcame all of that and made it happen. Now I couldn’t imagine any life in any universe or at any time without him. I’m so grateful of everything in my life that sped me up, slowed me down, gave me grief or joy, anything that put me where I was: on the path to meet him.

But don’t let my mushiness put you off, because I’ll end with this: Thank God for making me a Spanko; it was the most painful part about me and now I see that it was the gift that would lead me to James better than any compass  It was been a wonderful, wonderful four years, and I’m looking forward to the next sixty.

I have officially decided to join the Six-Sentence fray. Since I can’t follow rules, it may or may not be six sentences–but I guess a paragraph or two sneak-peak will do ‘er.

Enjoy a snippet from my new Medieval romantic erotica, full of spanking and spice:

He found himself snapping his arm out and firmly capturing her chin in his hand. He was no gentle, he had to be hurting her face with his rough fingers and tight grip, but she stared straight on at him, unintimidated, even though he growled fiercely  “You listen here, Girl. That will not happen. You will not ruin the relationship we have; if it gets replaced by another, you will not like it. I would teach you to heel. I would pound you with my manhood until you couldn’t walk out of the bedchamber! It is not the life you want, it is not the life I want for you, and I can assure you that the life would be long. I am not an old man yet.” 

Otherworldly Discipline: A Witch's Lesson

 Year Published: October 20, 2012

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Book Length: 15 chapters, 88,800 words + 1 Bonus Chapter

Summary:  As far as anyone could tell, Charlotte was the last Byndian Witch in the universe. Her race was nearly extinct, and the only wizard who knew the magic of her people was Ashcroft the Archivist—one of the hardest working wizards in existence… This was really too bad, because Charlotte was probably the most restless witch in the universe.

When Charlotte felt she could sidestep centuries of study under Ashcroft, she gladly took it… And immediately regretted it. Because even though she didn’t understand it, there was something she loved about the extremely serious wizard with a very hard hand that he seemed to consistently use on her modernly-minded bottom.

And when Moriarty, Ashcroft’s rakish servant, discovers true love in a mysterious half-nymph girl and brings her back to the Wizard’s tower, Charlotte’s world unexpectedly uncoils… And before she knows it, her debt to her new enemy is running due.

Can Ashcroft get to the “bottom” of Charlotte’s secrets and discover the mysteries that have come to surround her before it’s too late? And then will her friends fight for her, or will they lose her forever?

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At long last, Otherworldly Discipline is available for more than just to members on Bethany’s Woodshed, where this story was originally published.

But you get more than the members do. For one, this story was heavily edited and clarified. Secondly, it has a bonus chapter included to the next book of the series!

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. 


This was actually one of my favorite stories to write. It came out of my brain very quickly, and the characters actually got along like they were supposed to from the get-go, even though I was so indecisive about what plot I wanted to use for it.

Originally, I planned this story to have a very different plot: the main girl was originally living in a wizard-torn human world on the down-low as a well-hunted fugitive, hiding from her own race. Ashcroft was a wizard she was trading with for supplies, who she didn’t trust either, and Ashcroft was stuck in the dangerous Otherworld because the other wizards banished him there. Moriarty was originally a werewolf, not a werefox (Huxian), but that being said, Ashcroft was still a patient yet exasperated teacher, Moriarty was always his rakish, snarky servant, and Charlotte always had the attention span of a knat.

I can’t wait until the plot of this completed version, which is completely different, continues to unfoil in the second of the series. We’re also excited to see how “Fantasy” sells to know if we should publish more of it in the future.

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Yay! I’m pretty much done with Learning to Blush. Deep down I’d love someone to read it over and do another edit for me, but so much has changed since the original version that was released on Bethany’s Woodshed. For one, I added another 4,000 words, took out whole scenes and added new ones.

But NOW it’s ready. I feel much, much better about it–I wasn’t at first. I had to work out some kinks and do some fine-tuning. I hope to have the new version on Bethany’s Woodshed this Thursday, too.

For now, the cover is finished, too. Whoot!

Learning to Blush: Swarii Brides, Book Two by Korey Mae Johnson

Year Published: Coming in 2013

Book Length: 106,239 words, 16 chapters

Summary: After years of neglect and having only some crazy siblings and cousins to fall in with, Penny Jonas eked out a position in her small Oregon community as the town tramp at the early age of eighteen. She hasn’t been anywhere or done much of anything except maybe hacked into a couple (hundred) computer systems.

Life doesn’t seem too interesting, even when her cousin, Ellie, had disappeared two years before. It didn’t become interesting until Ellie showed up again under mysterious circumstances, out of nowhere, with a strange and hardly believable story.

After two very large and stunningly handsome men with six fingers show up at their door, one extremely unwilling to touch her at all, Penny’s world starts to crumble. An evil alien force has followed the two men to the planet, Penny and her kin end up in a spaceship of their own.

So, the handsome, single man is an alien? Strangely, that’s not the largest rift between them as they fall in love. Penny finds that being in outer-space is far more treacherous than the Oregon boonies. Sometimes it seems like it’s impossible to survive at all.

Can she last through the hardships ahead? Can she find a place in this New World, or will she find herself in the arms of her trouble-yet-fated mate?

Alright, so I was called out by Constance Masters to do the “Look” challenge, which is you find 3 examples from your work-in-progress where you use the word “look”… Which is a word that we use strangely often as a society, I’d never noticed.

The rules? “The challenge is to find the word LOOK in your current work in progress and then post the sentences around it. Choose your three favorite Looks to post. “

What made this challenge difficult is that I just finished one, but am doing major changes on it still, so I might be cheating by using “Learning to Blush” as one of them… but fuck it, I’m doing it anyway, just because I’m still re-written whole chapters of that thing. 🙂

Anyway, so needless to say. Works in progress means… Any of the following might change at any time or be removed altogether if I have to rewrite a chapter or two. I do that sometimes since I just sort of roll into a story without a plot outline, which drives my husband/publisher insane, but he loves me anyway because of that whole vow thing. 🙂

Also, I might have chosen more than a few sentences “around” look. I wanted to put in a full excerpt around the goddamn word, so I did. Might have I killed the essence of the challenge? Hopefully not… I think it’s still breathing…


Excerpt from Learning to Blush: The Swarii Brides, Book Two

His hand smacked down again and again as Ellie tried to twist back and forth, trying to fall off of his lap somehow. After the third smack, Jack shifted his knee and she stopped twisting around. Instead, she now tried to kick as much as possible as his hand came down with a firm smack, smack, smack. Her bottom began to glow bright red already; far more quickly than he remembered from spanking any of his daughters or his wife. “I’ll teach you to throw a tantrum, little girl. Stubborn, disrespectful… insulting…!” he said, listing her offenses grimly. Thorton stood against the wall, completely expressionless except the dark, tired look behind his eyes as he watched her punishment with his bulky arms crossed tightly against his chest.

“I’m not your slave!” she cried. “You can’t just tell us what to do because we’re smaller and we look different!”

“Girl, I look on you like my own daughter!” he growled.

“No, you don’t!” she cried. “You look at me like I’m your pet! Every time we run into a cultural rift, you immediately assume you’re right and we’re wrong because you think your species is superior. We’re adults where we’re from, but you think you can treat my family like they’re kids because the arbitrary age you chose to define adults doesn’t match up with ours!”

“I’m representing the admiralty, which you want to have crawl like a dog!”

“I’m representing my species, which you already have crawling around like a dog!” she retorted.

Her voice cracked then, and she gave a tear-ridden whimper. “I won’t do it…” she whined miserably, wrapping her slender arms around Jack’s thigh as he spanked and shaking her head. She stopped arguing, in too much pain now to do so. She only sobbed, “I won’t…! I won’t!”


Excerpt from Otherworldly Discipline, Book Two: The True Master

Maili recoiled from the wizard as he violently snatched the violin out of her hands. The movement was so forceful, her body froze like she had been frozen to the spot, watching him quickly and ever-so-gently put the violin back in its original place. After it was safely set on its stand, he slowly turned back to her.

The darkness in his eyes was terrifying, and he was even harder to look at than he usually was. His piercing blue eyes, normally the most handsome thing about him, were now warning her that she was in danger from him. “What the hell do you think you were doing?” he snarled like a beast, arching his tall body over her.

She backed up slowly as if he might rip her arms out at any second, trying not to anger him any further. She had never been so frightened in her whole life, her heart had never beaten so fast. “I-I-I…” That was all she could muster for a response, her throat was too dry to come out with words. She glanced out of the side of her eye for an escape.

LOOK AT ME!” he roared at her. She hadn’t realized she had dropped her eyes at all; his frightfulness had burned against her retina. Even though she was now staring at the floor she knew what horror awaited for her when she looked back up to his scared face. Slowly, she lifted her chin, daring to look at him again. “NEVER touch anything in here. NEVER come in here!” he half-roared, half-hissed at her, and then his voice quieted as he continued, his words spitting at her. “If you had snapped a single string, I would feel the need to snap your neck. Do you understand?”

“Y-y-y…” She couldn’t remember having stuttered before, but now it was all she could do. Her brain felt frozen, unable to think when the wizard was that close to her. He was so much bigger, taller, and stronger than her, she was realizing. He wouldn’t need magic to kill me; he could do it with his bare hands.

Suddenly she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and it pulled her to the side towards the door. She dared to glance away from the wizard in front of her, like Ashcroft Medwin was a violent storm coming towards her, and then she saw the golden buttons of Moriarty’s vest.

“Master, calm down,” Moriarty said in a very steady voice, pulling Maili behind his body protectively.

She was certain she had never been so grateful to anyone before in her life. Who on Earth would step in front of someone like that? Someone who was insane with anger?

“I want her out of here. Tonight. I want her gone,” Ashcroft hissed.

In the Northern Realm, getting thrown out just before nightfall was a death-sentence. Tears stung at her eyes; she couldn’t think of what to do, how to defend herself… Suddenly running into Damen’s men was the least of her worries. She had seen the creatures that roamed outside.

But Moriarty’s voice remained steady as he lied, “Master, she didn’t know. I didn’t tell her she couldn’t come up here. She’s too new. It was my mistake, I should have done.”

Ashcroft’s eyes slitted even more, but it was clear that his anger had elevated slightly. “Make sure all the servants know not to come up here when you hire them, then! Nobody comes up here!”

Moriarty nodded and bowed his head, “Yes, Master.”

Ashcroft went to leave the room, and Moriarty moved his body so that he was always between herself and Ashcroft. Ashcroft leaned his face close to Moriarty’s as he hissed, “I want her punished. Nobody touches my things.”

Moriarty nodded. “She will be,” he promised easily.

The wizard gave Moriarty a look of angry sadness before he turned and marched out of the room and back onto the stairway. He marched so quickly with such wide steps, that in seconds she and Moriarty had heard the Wizard’s heavy bed-chamber’s door slam shut.

She let out a breath of air, relieved like she had never been before, but it didn’t last. Moriarty turned and grabbed her by her ear and led her out of the room. When he let go, he propelled her just outside as he pulled the music room’s door shut and locked it behind him, hissing, “I don’t know what you were thinking by playing that violin! What possessed you to do such a thing? Why’s you enter that room in the first place? You were told not to, weren’t you?”

She swallowed again and nodded. “Yes,” she said, words coming back to her. “But… I–“

“I don’t want excuses. I want you in my office, right this second!”

Her heart raced again. “You… You’re not going to throw me out, are you?”

“No,” he said as if the mere idea was preposterous at this time of day. “But you’re going to wish I did by the time I’m through with your disobedient hide! Now go!”


Excerpt from The  “Daddy” Complex: An Ageplay Novel (Very Tentatively Titled)

 “Hey, I know you! You’re Joe Hobbs!” she heard a police officer excitedly exclaim from the receiving room.

Oh, if only there was a way for Sophie to dig a hole in the ground in the middle of the cell and bury herself, she would have done. “Daddy” had come to her rescue… But who was going to rescue her from him?

How could Liz have done this to her? She was sure that she was going to be the one picking her up, and that was going to be bad enough! Liz wasn’t just her ‘Mommy’, after all… She was the only lawyer she knew. Weren’t lawyers supposed to be the ones doing the ‘bailing’?

Joe’s voice mumbled from the next room, sounding far from excited, and she couldn’t make out any of his words. She sat there, looking at the door to the cell block, waiting for her impending doom. It seemed to take forever; there was surely paper work and the bail to be paid, but waiting with Joe in the building was somehow a million times worse than waiting before he had arrived.

She wrung her hands on her lap as she sat on the cot, waiting, her stomach tightening itself into knots.

Sometimes, before Daddy gave her a spanking, there would be that fluttery butterfly feeling in her guts, instead. She would feel something akin to excitement about it; Daddy was the most handsome man she had ever seen. Sure, some girls in the dorms hung up posters of Johnny Depp or Russell Crowe; but she just had a picture of Daddy on her desk. She could pick it up and stare at it whenever she wanted, imagining the feel of his big, calloused hand on her bottom, or the feeling of his fingers tickling her clit until she screamed with one orgasm after another.

Now, all the butterflies were dead; frozen. All she could feel was this lowly feeling of dread that was quickly seeping into her bones. Would Joe even forgive her? She had no doubts that he would bail her out no matter if he was going to ‘break up’ with her or not. She had screwed up before, but this was a big, giant screw-up of epic proportions. He’d lost a sister due to drunk driving, and there Sophie was, still nursing a hangover, guilt written all over her driving record after being pulled over last night. She had not acted like ‘his little girl’; she had acted like a stupid college student. Joe’s surely hung up his fantasy before he came to the station, and he had a three-hour-drive out there to let his anger boil up to not even giving her a ride back to the college.

How had she fucked up this badly? Joe was everything in her life that was good, and she’d done everything in her power to blow it. And she thought she was in danger because of her failing grades before she even drank the first beer…

When the door opened, only the police officer came back with a overfilled ring of keys swinging off his fingers as he tried to find the one to her cell before he fully approached. “You never told me Joe Hobbs was your boyfriend,” the police officer said when he came up. He was still grinning from excitement as he met the well-decorated football-star-turned-announcer.

“I was hoping that someone else would pick me up,” she admitted with a mutter.

“I understand that; the man looks pretty unhappy,” the officer divulged, finally finding the key. “You probably saw that coming. If my own wife got picked up driving her car as drunk as a skunk like you were last night…” The officer whistled and shook his head. “She wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a whole month of Sundays.”

 Sophie’s eyes went round as saucers. She had never heard a spanking threat outside of Joe’s world, and there it was: right before Joe killed her with one. Or dumped her all together. She could not imagine any other future for her; she was going to have a broken heart or a broken ass by the time the day was through.

“Come on, time to face the music,” the police officer grumbled at her, opening the bars so she could step out in front of him.

The short walk between her cell and the door to the reception room felt like the long walk to the electric chair. The officer had to push her slightly by her shoulder, guiding her to the door more quickly. He unlocked and opened the door to the reception room and she took a deep breath before walking out.

She took one good look at the giant man standing by the door with a firm glare and a locked jaw before her eyes were blinded by a veil of tears. “I’m sorry,” she choked out immediately.

“Save it, Baby Girl,” he said, swiping his hand through the air. “All I want to hear from you right now is if you’re okay.”

Her heart felt like it was literally clenching in her chest. He had never been so cold towards her! He WAS going to leave her!

She nodded and swallowed back tears just to be able to speak at all. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

The officer went back to his reception, looking like he was shuffling up some papers for her to sign, but Joe leaned down to whisper in her ear and picked up her hand to drop his keys in them, “I need to walk for a moment. You’re going to take these keys, sign the papers you need to, then you’re going to go out to the car and wait for me in the backseat with your pants pulled down. You’re about to see a side of me you’ve never seen before.”

She didn’t know whether to blush or faint. With wobbly legs, she walked to the desk and signed where she was told to. Joe walked out the front door, slamming the door behind him.

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 Didn’t know I was working on an AgePlay, didja? Oh, yes. AND another Menage Tres story. I’m trying to engineer some sort of naughty train so I can pull it into the station. 🙂 Hope you liked those excerpts, y’all! And thanks, Constance, for the challenge!

Read the challenge responses by my friends at their blogs– Renee Rose, Adaline Raine and Starla Kaye

My turn! I’m callin’ out Sue Lyndon, Breanna Hayse, and Jade Cary (I read that awesome girl’s blog but I haven’t written her yet, so I’m using this as the ice-breaker), should they chose to accept…  😉

scaryspanks_detailYear Published: October, 2012

Sample Korey’s Story

Book Length: 6 Stories / 35,200 words Total
“An Evening’s Entertainment” by Korey Mae Johnson consists of 8,4000 words

“An Evening’s Entertainment” by Korey Mae Johnson

An established spinster, Emily, can’t deal with her friend’s betrayal… She’d let her friend dress her up to grab a boy’s attention, and Emily still ended up alone, and her friend ended up with the object of her affections. After racing back home, Emily gets in a car accident, leaving her in the middle of nowhere with no cell phone signal and high heel shoes.

She’s amazed her night can get any worse when a pack of goblins preparing their All Hallows Eve celebrations find her and try to make her their night’s entertainment… Will she find horror like she’s never known? Or will she be rescued from a hero she couldn’t have imagined… One who knows how to apply a firm hand to her backside, and how to send pleasure to her very core…

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Or Why You Shouldn’t Listen to Mantras

Have you ever heard a really classic mantra? One that is not fact, but said so often that the reciter of this mantra apparently thinks it’s factual. Mostly because the mantra itself has one fact depending on another “fact”. Eventually, what they’re saying even sounds–in a messed-up way–logical. Just because they’re putting these “facts” into a classic logic format.

My favorite all-time mantra is from “Idiocracy”, where a man wakes up in the future and realizes that humans are dying out from their own stupidity. They’re wondering why they can’t get plants to grow and the main character realizes that they’re watering the plants with an energy drink called “Brawndo”, and not water. When he asks why, they say, “Because it has electrolytes, which what plants crave.”

When he asks if they know what electrolytes are, they say, “Electrolytes are what plants crave.”

Admittedly, I don’t understand science myself. That’s why I married a scientist—so things could be dumbed down for me. What I do understand, however, is people’s tendency to spout bullshit, just to have something clever to say.

I get spanked for reciting mantras all the time. James has this funny rule about not saying anything that I haven’t learned myself from a credible source.

When it comes to what women want, though, I’m one of the professionals. Knowing what women want is sort of my job. I have never applied to the Steve Jobs rule of, “People don’t know what they want until you show it to them.” No, with publishing, they know what they want. You just have to put it in front of them so they can finally have it. With women, it’s spanking books. A lot of women didn’t know they existed until 50 Shades came out.

Now why do women want spanking books?

THIS is the question that has sprung up more mantras than anything has since Galileo looked into his microscope and discovered something very inconvenient.

My opinion is that women want spanking books for a more “clean” purpose than is widely belivieved, but there’s a few mantras out there that make that opinion–based on fact–as completely incredible.

One of my favorite mantras that go against my argument sounds something like this: “Spanking is inherently sexual, since women can’t possibly want it in a non-sexual way. Hence, anything that promotes adult spanking is porn, since porn is about all things sexual…”


Thank you, Logics Class, for that shining example of Fact A + Fact B = Fact C = Fact B + Fact D.

None of those facts can hold up, though, so it’s really sad that Fact C is so acceptable in modern society.

SO acceptable, in fact, that I have been chewed out by my mother-in-law and others for toting “Pornography” to poor unsuspecting women by selling any sort of book that contains an adult man spanking an adult woman. Don’t get me wrong–I love my mother-in-law. She’s really amazing and the fact that she knows that we sell spanking fiction and live a DD lifestyle and still talks to us is more than many can boast. But still, she has her opinions… And she fears I might be leading you all to hell by creating you all as sexual deviants through spanking.

The lecture goes something like this: 

MIL: I just don’t want you to lead women down a bad path by selling books that have sexual content, thereby making them lust. Lust is wrong. Bible says so.

KOREY: Actually Ma, He says not to covet. The only time where he says it’s wrong to lust was when one man tried to take another man’s wife. I’m not telling women in covet, I just put spankings in books. Sex doesn’t even have to be involved. Some of our books our non-sexual but they just contain some discipline scenes.

MIL: Which they’re taking in a sexual way, of course!


 Note that I don’t think there’s anything wrong with women reading erotica—not at all! I think it’s the best thing in the world for a woman to charge herself up and bring it back to their husband. Not the point I’m making TODAY, though.


KOREY: Some people, yeah. But some of them actually just like the romance build up between a dominant man and a woman’s journey in getting herself to submit to him.

MIL: Which is sexual. Which is porn. You’re toting porn!

KOREY: Sigh. So you think it’s wrong for a man to spank a woman?

MIL: Yes, because it’s always sexual.

KOREY: Do you think it’s wrong to submit to your husband?

MIL: No. Jesus tells women to submit to their husbands.

KOREY: Okay, so if a woman is going to drive drunk, and the man tells her not to…

MIL: Well, she shouldn’t drive drunk, anyway.

KOREY: Let’s just say we’re living in a non-perfect world where a woman won’t give the man her keys. Do you think she should just obey her husband’s order, especially since it’s for her own safety?

MIL: Well, yes.

KOREY: And what if she doesn’t want to? Even if she could get in an accident and hurt both of them—at least monetarily?

MIL: Then she’s a bad wife.

KOREY: And so they should divorce?

MIL: No. Divorce is a sin.

KOREY: So what should he do? Since when people are married one can make bad desions that effect both parties?

MIL: Reason with her.

KOREY: And if she still doesn’t want to obey him? She’s drunk, you know!

MIL: He should keep reasoning.

KOREY: And if he fails, she gets behind the wheel and kills a couple of school kids.

MIL: He should just force the keys out of her hand.

KOREY: Like wrestle them away? What if he breaks her arm or something when she’s trying to keep the keys?

MIL: That’s her own fault.

KOREY: So you think his accidentally breaking something is better than him ON PURPOSELY causing her non-lasting, non-harmful discomfort?

MIL: No.

KOREY: So spanking might be okay in this situation.

MIL: Maybe.

KOREY: So somebody writes this situation down…

MIL: Then it’s porn.

KOREY: Because the reader is sexually stimulated when reading it?

MIL: Yes.

KOREY: Who says? There’s nothing sexual going on here. Just a man taking the keys away from his ridiculous wife.

MIL: Because spanking is sexual. <– THE MANTRA AGAIN.

KOREY: But we just went over this! The situation’s not sexual. It’s a man forcing his wife to obey him!

MIL: Yes, but when it’s written down, someone might read it sexually, making it porn.

KOREY: Some people are turned on by a woman’s SHOES. Say I write about a woman taking off her shoes and her husband massages her feet. Should that be read as porn? Some people are gonna read into that…

MIL: Don’t be ridiculous. Who would want to read about spanking in a non-sexual way?

KOREY: So as long as I don’t put sex in the book, it’s okay?

MIL: No, because you’re putting spanking in the book, and spanking is sexual, and sexual activity is porn. (If they don’t use the mantra three times in an argument, the mantra is not living up to its potential.)

KOREY: Oh, no. I suddenly have a migraine…


Let’s face it—the only reason spanking has been so sexualized is because it’s so taboo. The only reason it’s taboo is because the feminist movement has made it Taboo… RECENTLY. They want women and men to be on equal footing where one is NEVER ahead of the other, and marriage is more like a roommate situation than a romantic relationship. Everyone can do what they want without telling the other what they can and cannot do.

What’s interesting is there’s a generational gap in place, here. I’m talking and arguing to the generation that created the feminist movement, when I am from the generation out to swing the pendulum the other way. More of my generation is interested in having a dominant male than theirs.

“As it happens, the prevailing stereotype of the Fifty Shades of Grey reader, distilled in the condescending term “mommy porn,” as an older, suburban, possibly Midwestern woman isn’t entirely accurate: according to the publisher’s data, gleaned from Facebook, Google searches, and fan sites, more than half the women reading the book are in their 20s and 30s, and far more urban and blue state than the rampant caricature of them suggests.” –Newsweek, Working Women’s Fantasies, April 16, 2012 by Katie Roiphe 


MY generation, Generation X and Y, know that roommate-esque relationship is on-its-head farcicle and has translated to arguments which then have resulted divorces—I barely know anyone whose parents made it through the 90s.

Because of this, I think women of my generation are beginning to pull back the pendulum. We know what we want—a man that’s more responsible than we are.


“It is intriguing that huge numbers of women are eagerly consuming myriad and disparate fantasies of submission at a moment when women are ascendant in the workplace, when they make up almost 60 percent of college students, when they are close to surpassing men as breadwinners, with four in 10 working women now outearning their husbands, when the majority of women under 30 are having and supporting children on their own, a moment when—in hard economic terms—women are less dependent or subjugated than before.

It is probably no coincidence that, as more books like The Richer Sex by Liza Mundy and Hanna Rosin’s forthcoming The End of Men appear, there is a renewed popular interest in the stylized theater of female powerlessness. This is not to mention a spate of articles on choosing not to be married or the steep rise in young women choosing single motherhood. We may then be especially drawn to this particular romanticized, erotically charged, semipornographic idea of female submission at a moment in history when male dominance is shakier than it has ever been.” – Katie Raiphe, 2012


I recall sitting across the table from my friend who wanted a relationship with a man who would spank her, but mostly because she said, “I’d only let him spank me if he was more responsible than me… I want someone more responsible, not less.” She had been married already, even though she was only my age, and she said that her husband, while nice, acted like a child she had to take care of. “At work,” she said, “I like being in-charge. I like them to depend on me. At home, I’d rather have someone to depend on.”

In short, I don’t think it’s sexual fantasies that’s keeping people reading these male-dominant spanking books. It’s just fantasies in general! These girls are so tired of reality, they’re over burdened by responsibility. They’re not fantasizing about hot sex, they’re fantasizing about a FIRM HUSBAND.

Case in point—An Unexpected Husband by Constance Masters is doing great in sales and we don’t think it’s even come close to meeting its peak. It doesn’t contain heavy sexual overtones, really—it’s just about a man who gets a woman pregnant and demands to marry her and be the father. THAT is what my generation fantasizes about… A man who not only CAN be depended upon, but who DEMANDS to be, who wants that responsibility.

Women are fantasizing about a lifestyle, a type of man. I think 50 Shades is just touching on that desire; it’s the tip of an iceberg and talking about sexual desires, in this point of time, is easier than saying, “No… I like dominant men.” Especially after we’ve emasculated so many men than dominant men are hard to come by.


Anyway—that’s just some of my thoughts. But I’m nowhere done with this rant.

Missing out on the spanking party… 🙁

I had a great time at TASSP enough that I wanted to make it my goal to check out every and all spanking parties. Especially the big ones. UNFORTUNATELY, life is tough. With tying up loose ends at Blushing Books before I go, with starting a new publishing company for myself and James… we’re booked! I can’t even tell you how many times we smacked our foreheads this weekend and said, “Thank God we decided not to go to Shadow Lane!” Shadow Lane is the largest spanking party in America, thrown at Las Vegas every year for the last 21 years.

We heard it’s the best time ever, too! But imagining ourselves trying to find time to go seemed nightmarish at best. James couldn’t even get time off his day-job to do it, I would have had to go myself… And to fill you in with TMI, on top of everything–nature has scheduled something with me this weekend that’s not cool with Spanking Parties. So nah. Nope, not this year, next year.

Because although it was a relief when we decided to take a pass this year, we felt bad that we weren’t going. We ENJOY spanking parties–A LOT (you can even read about it here in a blog I did in June at the Cherry Red Report:

What do we love?

Meeting people like us? Absolutely. Meeting new friends, seeing old ones again… Definitely. We can’t say we don’t love talking with people that have the same interests. There, you can meet friends on a level you never have before. You don’t have to HIDE anything. And spankos spend a lot of their lives in-the-closet with everyone they know. James and I doubly so because it’s what we do for a living. We lie our FACES off to our closest friends about what we do. We’re so vague with them they have to think we’re secret agents or something by now. With these people–what the hell are we going to hide? They know our deepest secrets already! Now, we can just enjoy each other at face-value. I can talk about work, James and I can even say how we met (on the chatrooms of Spanking Internet).

But more than anything… James and I are exhibitionists.

We didn’t know that’s what we were, not at first. But James LOVES embarrassing me in public with punishments, and this is the only time he can do it.

For example–when we were at Crimson Moon, one of the highlights of the party was when we were hanging out with friends and I was “being snippy” with him (Hello? I was working, and he was asking all these questions!) and so he had me stand in front of him–a mere foot around a friend of mine, Vince, who was with his at-the-time girlfriend giving her a play-spanking.  James pulled down my panties and had me pull up my skirt in front of my friends (and there was more than just that couple)… All the way around. So everyone could see my… you know… vagina… while James was lecturing me. Of course, my face was beat-red enough for someone to mention it, and Vince stopped spanking for a second, he and his girlfriend fixated. “Wow. I’m embarrassed on her behalf!” Vince yupped, but he didn’t turn his eyes away. I wanted to melt into the floor.  James continued lecturing me until I was finally pulled across his knee–which as exposed as I was, I was perfectly happy to have his lap to cover up my front–and he began spanking me about 10x harder than Vince was spanking HIS girlfriend.

But really, I’m no different than James. I like sucking up the attention–the GOOD attention–from men when they take me across their knees for a spanking while James watches on in an approving way. More than anything on the planet, I like watching JAMES spank OTHER girls. Muahaha!

And since we were letting friends stay in a room with us at Crimson Moon, we were only seperated from them by a partition… And James and I had sex behind it while they were in the room. They couldn’t see us, but I imagine the sounds were unmistakable. I REALLY enjoyed it. Not often can I orgasm without just the penis alone–normally there needs to be more stimulation than that. Not this time. The naughtiness that abounded was such a turn-on that I was orgasming in moments.  Now, would we have had sex with other friends in the room (the non-spanking variety)? Hell, no. We don’t even tell sex-jokes with our everyday friends. Our conversations are very PG. But this gave us a way to break out. Be naughty, try new things…

And so, while our friends have had a blast at Shadow Lane all weekend, we really missed out, and we’re feeling it. Nothing to have been done for it–it had to be missed. But spanking parties only happen a couple of times a year… And we missed our oppertunity. Next year, Shadow Lane. NEXT YEAR, the Johnsons are a’commin’!

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