One Oops and One New Book Release!!

First, the oops. I goofed and I need to correct it.

The Corbin’s Bend Season 2 exceptionally awesome discount package (you know, the one that ends in 4 very short days) is available for a very limited time at 33% off the cover price of all the books. I was mistaken in how the books were going to be delivered. They will not all be available at the same time. However, by buying this package at the discounted price, as each book is published, you will automatically be sent your copy.

Okay, that’s the oops.

Now for the New Release.

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It’s about flippin’ time, isn’t it? I have been working on this book forever, but it’s finally finished and it went live this morning.

On the run from her abusive husband, Karly Whitaker flees across state lines and finally settles in an old mining town called Hollow Hills. Starting over has never been so scary. To make it worse, on her first night in a new place she hits a dog—the biggest, blackest, wolf-like creature she has ever seen. Although he appears more dazed than hurt, Karly takes him home. But while it’s comforting not to be alone, it’s hard to ignore the strange things happening around her. All she wants to do is hide from her husband, Fish and Game won’t leave her alone, her gun-toting neighbor scares her to death, and every morning Puppy vanishes, leaving her to deal with Colton Laurens all on her own. Colton—the dark-haired, honey-eyed Game warden, whose gentlest touch makes her battered heart ache and whose hungry kisses burn her from the inside out. For the first time in her life, Karly knows what it’s like to live unafraid, but with more than ghosts haunting her footsteps, she’s beginning to suspect not everything in Hollow Hills is what it seems…

Karly’s Wolf is a Penny Alley book, which means THERE ARE NO SPANKINGS in it. Only the smallest spanking reference. “If there’s no spankings in it,” you cry, “why are you posting it here?” Because, dear reader, it’s my blog and, damn it, I worked hard on this! I’m proud I’ve finally got it done! And shout out to a fabulous editor, Rose Lipscomb for working hard and late on this for me.

If you’re here for the spankings, more spanking, and only the spankings…well, that’s okay too. I’ve got other stuff in the works and other Maren Smith books with tons of spankings on the verge of their own release date. So please bear with me, they’re a-comin’.

If, however, you enjoy shifter-romances and are interested in giving my alter ego a try, then Karly’s Wolf is probably a good place to start. Available for $2.99 on Amazon only. Click here to read the preview.


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Posted by on September 29, 2014 in Uncategorized


9/27 Saturday Spankings

Yay! One more week closer to the release of the second series of Corbin Bend books! I am so excited, and for two reasons. 1.) I finished my story in time to be included in it. :) and 2.) because they are doing something different with the release this time. For a very limited time, (I believe the deadline is October 3rd), you can buy the entire series for a major discount of 33%. You will still have to wait for each book to be released, but they will automatically be downloaded to you as soon as each title becomes available and you’ll save tons of money.

Click the picture below for full details.


Now, on to Saturday Spankings! Yay!!

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So here is another excerpt from Have Paddle, Will Travel, my second Corbin’s Bend book which will be released in the above Season Two book set.

The Blurb: When a freak snow storm threatens to cut off the already remote community of Corbin’s Bend from the rest of the world, the residents scramble to get enough emergency supplies from neighboring towns before the mountain roads are closed. It’s sheer luck of the draw that force Ettie and Vance into the same car together. The only problem is, they can’t stand one another. He’s the resident paddle and strap maker, a man known to answer the call of needy submissive women everywhere. She’s a submissive who hasn’t been spanked in four very long years. In his workshop at home, Vance has every implement he’d ever need to win a war like this. In a car in the middle of nowhere with the storm of the century bearing down upon them…who would win this particular battle was anybody’s guess.

The set-up: It’s not their first argument, but it is the first time she loses her temper enough to slap his arm. As Ettie is about to discover, he doesn’t take too kindly to being hit.

* * * *

His strength was incredible. Though intellectually she knew, as a man, of course he was stronger than she was, but she was still unprepared for how easily he lifted her, kicking and slapping at him, right off her feet.

“I do not consent!” she bellowed, even as he propped his foot up on the runner and tossed her face down across his thigh. “I said, I don’t consent!”

“You consented the minute you hit me. All I’m doing is returning the favor!” His hand came down full across her upturned backside and it didn’t even matter that there were layers of cloth—pants, underwear, the bottom portion of her winter-heavy coat—between her heart-shaped flesh and his hand. She sucked air and snow, as startled by the unbelievable clap of impact as she was by the sharp pain.

* * * *

I hope you enjoy the excerpt. The time for waiting is almost done! Again, Yay!!!


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Posted by on September 26, 2014 in Uncategorized


9/20 Saturday Spankings Once Again

Boy, has my poor blog been neglected. In my defense, however, I’d like you all to know, I’ve been writing my little fingers to the bone!

Ana Adored – Done, and chapters deep in the editing process.

Karly’s Wolf – Done, returned from editing. returned from the Betas, and final edits finished! It will be published this week! Woot!!!

Have Paddle, Will Travel – Only 2 chapters left to go, and I’m rapidly running out of time.

So, which story am I going to use for this week’s Saturday Spankings clip? Have Paddle, Will Travel – the book I’m writing for Corbin’s Bend Season 2.

The Blurb: When a freak snow storm threatens to cut off the already remote community of Corbin’s Bend from the rest of the world, the residents scramble to get enough emergency supplies from neighboring towns before the mountain roads are closed. It’s sheer luck of the draw that force Ettie and Vance into the same car together. The only problem is, they can’t stand one another. He’s the resident paddle and strap maker, a man known to answer the call of needy submissive women everywhere. She’s a submissive who hasn’t been spanked in four very long years. In his workshop at home, Vance has every implement he’d ever need to win a war like this. In a car in the middle of nowhere with the storm of the century bearing down upon them…who would win this particular battle was anybody’s guess.

The set up: They’re already in the car. Let the arguing begin!

* * * * *

A caress of needle-like prickling moved up the backs of her thighs and across the stinging surface of her bottom. It was a fight to keep from doing something stupid then, and she hated herself for that—for her sudden inability to give him that one good reason he seemed to need to close the inches between them and just blister her. She hated herself even more because of all the people she should want standing this close to her, threatening to spank her in this ominous and yet oh-so intimate way, why oh why did it have to be this…this…this horn dog?

Vance tipped his head, studying her with dark eyes that saw way too deeply and understood way too much. “Why, Miss Thomas,” he said, his breath pure warmth against her cheeks and his tone as silky as it was smug, “can it be you actually want me to take off my belt?”

“Yes,” Ettie said, in an instant as shocked as he was by the honesty she hadn’t been able to keep locked behind her lips. She went on the offensive and quickly buried that awkward truth under the first lie she could come up with. “Come at me again, and I promise I’m going to strangle you with it.”


Posted by on September 19, 2014 in Uncategorized


8/2 Saturday Spankings

Welcome to another week of Saturday Spankings!

OTK Sat Spanks-dusty roseI want to take a quick moment and thank everyone for making Last Dance for Cadence such a successful release. The reviews are starting to come in (11 5-star and 1 4-star). It hit the top 100 in three different categories on Amazon. Sad as it is, this moment comes with every book. I’ve done all I can do for it. It’s time to pin a $20 to its lapel and send it off into the big wide world to manage on its own. So, instead of a Saturday Spank, I figured I’d go out with a kiss.

When his gaze shifted from her eyes to her lips, she forgot how to resist, argue, or even think. Was he going to kiss her? Was she going to say no?

She ought to. She barely knew the man in every way that counted, and in those ways that didn’t…well, she still had to work with him and that alone made accepting his kiss such a bad, bad—

He bent, bringing his mouth closer to hers.

—bad idea.

She tried to tell him no, even as she could feel her own chin lifting as if to meet him halfway. His breath smelled just like coffee, forever realigning in her mind exactly what her idea of heaven could be.

I’ve got a new work in progress that I hope to finish this month. So, next on the list: Ana Adored!


Posted by on August 1, 2014 in Uncategorized


Spanking Round Table: Punishment Vs. Discipline

Is there a difference?

In the words themselves, no. I really don’t think there is. Really, where the difference lies is in how those words make you feel.

“Punishment” is negative. At least to me it is. Punishment evokes feelings of guilt and images of severity. No one wants to be punished, although I’ll confess, when I’m reading about it in books, that word can take on a whole new meaning. In a book, it becomes an erotic trigger.

Casey stared down at her shoes. Yes, she should have kept her mouth shut, but being told in front of everyone to stay behind while the rest of the lecture filed out past her, giving her those looks, those sniggers, just smacked a little too close to high school and detention halls, a stern talking-to by either teacher or principal, every one of those things being something she had left behind years ago. This was college and she wasn’t a kid. How was it that Thomas Shaffer could, with a look over the rim of his glasses, reduce her to feeling like one all over again.

He was giving her that look right now–perched as he was on the edge of his desk, long legs braced on the sterile white tile floor before him, arms folded across his chest, sleeves turned up, baring the solid musculature of his forearms. He had tiny veins standing out against his flesh. Teachers shouldn’t have arms like that. Lumberjacks did. Construction workers, athletes, men who did hard physical labor all day long had arms like that, but not pencil-pushing, paper-shuffling teachers.

He lowered his head and there it was, sharp hawk-eyed baby blues glaring at her over the gun-metal gray of his glasses. God, she hated that look. It shot straight to her stomach, turning everything inside her into quivering knots. Her knees actually trembled. She was thirty-flippin’ years old and her knees were trembling! How did that even happen?

“Without a doubt,” he suddenly began, getting up from his desk and walking toward the exit, “you are the smartest person I have ever tried to teach, but you seem to take great delight in busting my chops in front of every other student every chance you get. Today is the very last time you will ever do that.” Reaching the door, he locked it. He turned out all four lights, casting the majority of the room into instant darkness. Only the lamp on his desk remained brightly lit. He turned and headed back to it. “You can leave at any time, by the way. You might even want to consider doing that now, but I warn you now, if you walk out that door before I dismiss you, then you will not be permitted back within my classroom, and I do mean ever. I will fail you.”

Casey’s jaw dropped. “You can’t do that!”

“The hell I can’t.”

“I need these credits to graduate!”

“Then you have a choice. You can either find another major, or take the punishment your big, fat, ill-mannered mouth has just earned you.” Reaching his desk, he opened a door and withdrew what Casey’s eyes at first tried to conjure into a cutting board. That meek attempt failed when he set it down on top of his desk with a wooden clatter that seemed to echo through the empty lecture hall. It was a paddle–pale, shaped like a tennis racket only much smaller and with a shorter handle. There were bright red letters across the front. It said ‘Jokari’.

“What is that?” she asked, knowing full well–regardless of what it had been created for–exactly how Thomas Shaffer intended to use it. Her bottom erupted in crawling dread.

“Like I said–” Arms once more folded across his chest, he glared back at her, hard and unyielding, no trace of pity or chance of reprieve anywhere in his expression. “–you want to bust my chops in my own class, fine. But now it’s my turn to do a little busting of my own, and believe you me, little girl, this is not going to be anywhere near as much fun as what you had at my expense. This is punishment, and you’ve earned it.It’s going to be skirt up, panties, bare ass bent over my desk. It will not be gentle, or over with quickly, and I promise you’re going to remember it every time you try to sit down for the next three days at least.”

Casey’s chest was thumping. Her head was too. She had stopped breathing, and that tremble in her knees, it was a full-blown earthquake now. Her voice shook every bit as badly. “Y-y-you can’t do that.”

“The hell I can’t,” he said again, every bit as hard and as unforgiving. Then he unfolded his arms, snapped his fingers and pointed at a spot on the floor directly in front of him, his desk and that waiting paddle. “Front and center, or leave. That’s your choice and you have until I could three to make it. One…”

Okay, this is a punishment scene I’ve whipped out for illustrative purposes. I find this erotic. It’s a titillating scene and I wish there was more written of it so I could keep reading. If this was real life, however, I would not want to be in Casey’s shoes. Period. In fact, I would have a very hard time not fleeing the classroom. But take those same two characters and move the whole scenario into a Domestic Discipline type of situation and you have a completely different feel.

Casey sat on the living room sofa, absentmindedly wringing each of her fingers, one after another after another, and tried her very best not to fall apart. She’d known better. She’d known when she very first opened her mouth that it was a mistake she would later regret. She hadn’t meant to be disrespectful. She’d been trying to be funny, but even when she’d said it–lightly poking fun at her husband–she’d known both her timing and the location were inappropriate.

She stopped worrying her fingers, instead stabbing them into the curls of her hair as she held her head, elbows braced upon her knees, staring in wide-eyed dismay at the carpet between her feet. Why had she done it? She had no idea, but the minute those words left her mouth, she’d known she’d crossed the line. She’d seen it on his face, the way his expression hardened just a little and closed against her. She’d tried to laugh it off, to show she was kidding, but Thomas hadn’t laughed with her and neither had anyone else in that stuffy old lecture hall.

“Sit down, Miss Shaffer,” he’d said (not Mrs. Shaffer, or honey, or even just Casey…he’d called her ‘Miss’…oh God), in tones that promised there would be consequences to face later on. That tone had made her bottom crawl. After five years of marriage to a man who considered himself to be both a figure of authority in their house and a disciplinarian…oh yes, her bottom had crawled all right.

Why had she done it?

Across the living room, she heard the metallic fumble of a key being slipped into the front door lock and the click as the deadbolt turned. Casey came up off the couch as only a woman in trouble would, and while one look at Thomas’s unsmiling face confirmed her worst fears, the only thing it didn’t tell her was just how deep in trouble she was.

“I’m sorry,” she immediately volunteered, hoping to mitigate the consequences she could already feel coming into the house along with him.

Thomas did not answer right away. He put his keys and wallet on the small table by the door and set his briefcase on the floor, tucked up by the wall. A man fastidious in his habits, he hung his jacket in the coat closet before starting toward her with slow and measured steps. “I’m sure you are sorry,” he said, in a tone so somber that her stomach fell all the way to the floor. “What I’m not sure of, is exactly what you’re sorry for.”

“I should have kept my mouth shut.” Her stomach was trembling and with each heavy tromp of his shoes coming across the floor towards her, that trembling got worse. It became a rattle. A nervous, vibration that shook up her insides until she felt almost sick from it.

And Thomas just kept coming. But worse than that, he wasn’t just coming, he was unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his shirt sleeves with every stalking step. “When you decided to go back to school, honey, I don’t think I could have been any more proud of you. When you decided to take my class, I was fine with that too. You need the credits. I’m the only one who offers the course this semester. But what did I tell you?”

“Our relationship stops at the door.” She was wringing her hands all over again. She was in trouble all right and now her bottom was crawling all over again. She could feel it, that dreadful prickling sensation moving across her skin, sweeping up her spine, brushing up across the back of her neck, caressing down over the backs of both thighs before moving, inexplicably, in between them until the worst of that prickling became centered in a place it never should have been. Her clit. Her breathing was shallow and fast. Her heart felt panicked. Her sex was swelling, tightening, pulsing with erotic heat and flowing with moisture that never should have been there. She hated this. She absolutely hated being in trouble. It was a physical pain any time she did something that made her feel as if he were disappointed in her. And she absolutely did not want to get spanked–well, okay…sexy fun and games, sure; but when it was for real…when Thomas was looking at her the way he was right now–oh, hell no!

“Our relationships stops at the door,” he re-affirmed. “And what did you do?”

He was so incredibly calm. She was shaking now, her knees dipping in and out so weakly it was a wonder she hadn’t fallen yet. How could he be this upset with her and still be so calm? “I m-made a bad joke.”

“You mocked me in front of the entire class.”

And there it was. Flatly stated. Barbed with guilt-laden spikes. It made her next breath catch in her too-tight chest. “That’s not what I-I-I–“

“Do you think there’s a single person in that room who does not know you’re my wife? Do you think there’s a single one of them who doesn’t take their cues on how they themselves treat me directly from you?”

“I’m sorry, Thomas,” she whispered, truly devastated.

“So am I,” he said. And he was too. She could see the regret lurking deep in his dark brown eyes. “You’ve backed me into a corner where I have no choice but to discipline you. So, go get your Bad Girl Paddle and put it on our bed. I want you standing in the corner, ready for your spanking by the time I get there.”

Her legs felt like jelly, but without argument, Casey turned and did as she’d been told.

Again, the severity is there, but to me in real life this would feel more loving and less cold. I guess it all comes down to personal preference. I’m interested to see what everyone else has to say about this.

Don’t forget to check out the other authors and their points of view in this month’s Spanking Round Table.


Posted by on July 31, 2014 in Uncategorized


Last Dance for Cadence! It’s Here!!!!

Thank you to everyone who played! It was fun and I loved reading your comments. :)

Here are our winners! I’ve already sent out your individual emails, so let me know how you prefer to read your story and I’ll get those sent right out to you!


Posted by on July 23, 2014 in Uncategorized


Last Dance for Cadence is Here!!!

Congratulations to my winners!

Natasha Knight

Leigh Smith

Ruth Stanton

Yours are the three names I’ve pulled out of the squid hat! (Yes, seriously.)

I’ve sent you all emails and as soon as you let me know which format you prefer, (and as soon as the Kindle and Nook links go live) I’ll send your prizes. Thank you so much to everyone who played. This was a lot of fun and it did help to pass the time while waiting for my newest release.


Posted by on July 23, 2014 in Uncategorized


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