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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!

 
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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.

 
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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!

 
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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.

 
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Posted by on July 23, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

1 Day Left!

The winner of a free copy of Kate Richards’ For Ben is….Renee! Yay!!! I’ve sent you a private email and will get you your story just as soon as you email what form you prefer to read it in. :)

Tomorrow is, of course, Last Dance for Cadence! The count down is almost done, but there’s still time to play. Check out the first day’s post and get commenting on any posts you’ve missed! All three winners will be announced tomorrow just as soon as I confirm that the story has gone live!

His arms felt good too, strong and comforting, folding in around her as if he had no clue whatsoever just how much she hated him. Despised him. Wished he were dead, even, buried under all these Colorado mountains, just one gigantic and flat bloody smear with the weight of the rocks crushing his bones into dust.

“It’s all right,” Marcus murmured, stroking her hair. “It’s all right, Cadence.”

But it wasn’t.

She felt the brush of his hand as he gently rubbed her back and something deep inside her, something so thin and fragile that she hadn’t even known it existed way down in the deeps of her flesh and soul, snapped. She felt it, the crispness and cruel irrevocability of that break. And Cadence, who never, ever cried, felt it when he folded his arms just that much tighter around her, as if he too had felt that brittle snap, and totally fell apart.

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The blurb:

The ad read: “Full-time housekeeper/nanny position. Live-in preferred. References and experience required. Salary negotiable. Apply in person.”

Cadence Westmore knew she wasn’t qualified for the job, but for a paycheck and an apartment, she was determined to apply. As an ex-dancer with two bad legs and no experience with children, she expected to be turned down. What she didn’t expect was the instant attraction she felt when Corbin Bend’s resident doctor took her in his capable hands.

A widower with three boys to raise, Dr. Marcus Devon knew he needed help. But he also knew Cadence Westmore was the last person he should hire. Still he gave her the job, opening his home and his life to a woman as stubborn as she was lovely, and as determined not to need him as he was to make her his. She was her own worst enemy, pushing herself to exceed her wounded body’s physical limitations until the doctor finally stepped in to apply some good old-fashioned bare-bottom medicine. The more she rebelled, the more he took her across his knee until at last Cadence realized if she wasn’t careful, she just might lose everything all over again.

 
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Posted by on July 22, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

2 Days Left of the 13 Days Sneak Peek Run!

The winner of a free copy of Cara Bristol’s Long Shot is….Debbie Shaw! (It was Natasha Knight, but she forgot to mention she already had it, so I drew another name). Either way, yay!!! I’ve sent you a private email and will get you your story just as soon as you email what form you prefer to read it in. :)

Tomorrow’s free giveaway is For Ben by Kate Richards! So when you leave your comment, unless you specify that you’ve already got this book, you’ll be automatically entered not only to win a copy of Last Dance for Cadence, but of For Ben too! Woot! As before, each of these books is a stand alone story. You don’t need to read the entire series in order to keep up with what’s going on. So if you’ve never cracked a Corbin’s Bend book before, don’t let that stop you from playing. You’re still going to enjoy this book!

If you missed the rules for this fun little game, check out the first day’s post. It’s not too late to play or to go back and make comments on posts you’ve missed in order to be entered to win one of three free copies of this book! Winners to be announced on the 23rd!

She was going to tell him what to do with his forgiveness too.

“…and then it’s done, do you understand?”

He waited, as if to give her a chance to either argue or comply. Cadence couldn’t make herself do either. She said nothing and she didn’t move, not even when he hooked his hand under her elbow. When he prodded, she stood, stiff and wooden, with her pants sliding down her legs into a puddle of useless denim around her shins.

His arms came around her, drawing her in, pulling her right up until she had no choice but to lay her head upon his shoulder. He smelled good, just like his aftershave.

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The blurb:

The ad read: “Full-time housekeeper/nanny position. Live-in preferred. References and experience required. Salary negotiable. Apply in person.”

Cadence Westmore knew she wasn’t qualified for the job, but for a paycheck and an apartment, she was determined to apply. As an ex-dancer with two bad legs and no experience with children, she expected to be turned down. What she didn’t expect was the instant attraction she felt when Corbin Bend’s resident doctor took her in his capable hands.

A widower with three boys to raise, Dr. Marcus Devon knew he needed help. But he also knew Cadence Westmore was the last person he should hire. Still he gave her the job, opening his home and his life to a woman as stubborn as she was lovely, and as determined not to need him as he was to make her his. She was her own worst enemy, pushing herself to exceed her wounded body’s physical limitations until the doctor finally stepped in to apply some good old-fashioned bare-bottom medicine. The more she rebelled, the more he took her across his knee until at last Cadence realized if she wasn’t careful, she just might lose everything all over again.

 
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Posted by on July 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

3 Days Left of the 13 Days Sneak Peek Snippet Run!

The winner of a free copy of Constance Masters’s Leading the Way is….Megan Michaels! Yay!!! I’ve sent you a private email and will get you your story just as soon as you email what form you prefer to read it in. :)

Tomorrow’s free giveaway is Long Shot by Cara Bristol! So when you leave your comment, unless you specify that you’ve already got this book, you’ll be automatically entered not only to win a copy of Last Dance for Cadence, but of Long Shot too! Woot! As before, each of these books is a stand alone story. You don’t need to read the entire series in order to keep up with what’s going on. So if you’ve never cracked a Corbin’s Bend book before, don’t let that stop you from playing. You’re still going to enjoy this book!

If you missed the rules for this fun little game, check out the first day’s post. It’s not too late to play or to go back and make comments on posts you’ve missed in order to be entered to win one of three free copies of this book! Winners to be announced on the 23rd!

“You may come out of the corner,” Marcus softly repeated, “if you think you can be civil.”

One more word. Just one more. She’d show him civil.

When she still didn’t move, Marcus said, “I’m going to hug you now…”

Go ahead and try it, buster. Her mouth ached to tell him exactly what he could do with his hugs.

“…and then you will be forgiven…”

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The blurb:

The ad read: “Full-time housekeeper/nanny position. Live-in preferred. References and experience required. Salary negotiable. Apply in person.”

Cadence Westmore knew she wasn’t qualified for the job, but for a paycheck and an apartment, she was determined to apply. As an ex-dancer with two bad legs and no experience with children, she expected to be turned down. What she didn’t expect was the instant attraction she felt when Corbin Bend’s resident doctor took her in his capable hands.

A widower with three boys to raise, Dr. Marcus Devon knew he needed help. But he also knew Cadence Westmore was the last person he should hire. Still he gave her the job, opening his home and his life to a woman as stubborn as she was lovely, and as determined not to need him as he was to make her his. She was her own worst enemy, pushing herself to exceed her wounded body’s physical limitations until the doctor finally stepped in to apply some good old-fashioned bare-bottom medicine. The more she rebelled, the more he took her across his knee until at last Cadence realized if she wasn’t careful, she just might lose everything all over again.

 
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Posted by on July 20, 2014 in Uncategorized

 
 
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