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2014 Spank or Treat!

Welcome to the 2014 Spank or Treat Blog Hop, chock-a-block full of fun, free stories and prizes! “Free prizes,” you say, perking up in your chair. “Why, what must I do to win one?” Why, dear reader, nothing more strenuous than leaving a comment.

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First, the rules as can be found on Anastasia Vitsky’s Blog. They are as follows:

Would you like free stories, fun, and a chance at over $1,000 in prizes? This fall, you can participate in a short story extravaganza! Award-winning authors will showcase stories for your enjoyment. Chat with your favorite authors, meet new-to-you authors, find great new books, and meet new friends!

GENERAL PRIZES!

Kindle Fire or Nook HD (winner’s choice)

(donated by Blushing Books)

AUTHOR PRIZE!

Book Bundles from:

WITTY BARD FLASH FICTION PRIZES:

  • Online spanking roleplay with Evil Mistress Kate (aka Kate Richards)
  • $15 gift certificate to ThinkGeek
  • $10 gift certificate to Amazon(All prizes for this contest donated by Witty Bard Publishing)

Many authors also will offer a contest on their individual blogs.  Your comment on their blogs automatically enters you in both the main contest and the individual contests!

What’s the catch?  Absolutely nothing!  We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership.  Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right?  ;)

How do you play?

  1. Visit each blog between Friday, October 24th and Sunday, October 26th to read the stories.
  2. Leave a comment on each blog. You must demonstrate that you have read the entire story. Copy-and-paste or inappropriate comments will be disqualified. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. Note: You must have a minimum of five entries in order to win a grand prize.
  3.  If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
  4. Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on Sunday, October 26th!
  5. If you successfully completed a previous challenge (Sci Spanks 2014, Love Spanks 2014, Spank or Treat 2013, Spankee Doodle 2013, Love Spanks 2013, or Spank or Treat 2012), you may add “VIP” to your comments. You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize. (Yes, we will be doing this again. Yes, if you successfully complete the Spank or Treat 2014 challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
  6. If you are a writer of fiction (any kind), add “W” to your comments to be entered in the special author prize drawings.
  7. If you are a Spank or Treat 2014 Ambassador, please add “Amb” to your comments to receive your extra prize drawing.
  8. Visit Governing Ana or any of the participating blogs on Friday, October 31st to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you? We will also announce prizes on the Spank or Treat Facebook page.

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All right, now that you know the rules, let’s get the nitty gritty on my submission this year.

Mistress Mine was actually a deleted scene from the upcoming release I share with co-author Anastasia Vitsky. The book will hopefully hit the Kindle and Nooks in November and will be called Ana Adored. It’s a Masters of the Castle F/f spanking romance that has been over a year in the planning and making. Although Ana and I have two very different writing styles, we shared a common goal with this story: We wanted to make it the best it could possibly be. I am so proud of what we have created. I honestly don’t think we either one of us could have done this story this way on our own.

In order to be entered to win a grand prize, as per the rules above, you must leave a comment not only here but on all the participating author blogs. To do this, I’m going to ask a question that must be incorporated in your comment below. My question has only the vaguest thing to do with the story. With Ana Adored as well as Mistress Mine, I went outside my comfort zone to write a story that, in real life much less fiction, has for years been regarded as taboo, and still is in many parts of the world. If I had my way, the close-minded stance that homosexuality is a sin and should never be tolerated would be abolished. Feel free to agree or disagree, but my view when it comes to love has always been that if you are lucky enough to find someone who loves you with all their heart, body and soul, then it’s a beautiful thing and nobody else’s business. So, my question is simply this: If you had the power to completely rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

Here is my story, and it’s only a snippet. The full short story will be included in the Anthology, but I was only allowed to post 2k words of it here.

MISTRESS MINE

A few hours ago, Ana had crawled into her slave girl’s outfit headfirst, but that’s not how it came off. Hooking the thin, sleeveless straps with her thumbs, Miranda nudged them from Ana’s shoulders and the scanty white tunic simply slid off her. It fell into a puddle of cotton folds around her waist before another nudge pushed the whole thing off her slender hips. It dropped straight to the floor, leaving Ana to stand without the slightest cloth barrier in Miranda’s arms. Her reflection looked like a dream…a soft, small submissive with aching nipples and swollen breasts and the softest blush of arousal spreading up from her chest to touch her face.

Miranda kissed her then, her silken lips brushing caress after teasing caress from the peak of one narrow shoulder, across the nape of Ana’s neck, to her other side. “Something simple, I think,” she decided, trailing the backs of two fingers under each of Ana’s arms to coax her to lift them above her head. “Simple but beautiful, and in your favorite color of purple.”

That she would remember so small a thing as her favorite color made her heart flutter. That flutter quickened, however, when Miranda clipped her wrist cuffs to the bar of the winch. She didn’t hoist her the way the priest had been, but Ana was bound nonetheless, the illusion of restraint making her melt inside. Already she could feel herself beginning to drift, her awareness sliding into submissive headspace.

Crossing to the table, laden with all those coils of multicolored rope, Miranda chose a violet bundle and unbound it with all the efficiency of someone who’d had a lot of practice. She found the center with equal quickness and when she returned to wrap that first loop around Ana, it surprised her when it felt nothing like the rope she’d seen in Wal-Mart and the hardware store. This was not clothesline or tow rope. It felt softer, though not as soft as cloth.

“How does that feel?” Miranda asked, wrapping her chest—both above and below her naked breasts—constricting the coil in a way that was at once both confining and oddly comforting.

“Different,” Ana replied, not at all sure how to describe it.

“In a good way?”

Ana nodded.

“Good girl.” Miranda paused to kiss her shoulder again. “It’s not going to hurt, but I’m going to bind you tighter.”

She wasn’t asking permission, but Ana nodded again and gave it anyway. Like an extended hug, loop after winding loop, knot after cinching knot, curled around her torso. Miranda wrapped tight and pulled tighter, turn after turn building a corset out of bruise-colored rope that left her breasts bare and traveled her from ribs to hips, giving Ana’s already slender frame an exaggerated hourglass curve.

Ana took turns, staring down at herself as Miranda worked and stealing glances at the girl in the mirror across from her.

“Do you know how beautiful you look?” Miranda asked, as she tied off the final rope and propped her chin on Ana’s shoulder to admire the corset she had created. Together, they studied Ana’s reflection. The tingling inside her built under the approving caress of Miranda’s gaze.

She liked this. Both the tightness of the rope and the warmth of Miranda’s wandering hands as she once more cupped her hips, tracing along the edge of rope and flesh down from her hips, across the slight dip of her abdomen, and then, boldly, further down until her hand was between Ana’s thighs. A shiver of wanting ran through her when Miranda cupped her pussy. As if she owned it. She did too. In this moment, there was no part of her that Miranda did not own.

Her heart hammered and her breath caught as Miranda palmed her, rubbing in firm circles that filled the heated air around them with both the sound and the scent of her growing arousal. Her cuffed wrists made the winch rock when her knees tried to buckle.

“Good girl,” Miranda whispered. “Your pussy’s all wet. It makes me wish I’d brought my cane, instead of the crop. I want to mark you. Not because you’ve done anything to deserve it, but because I want the whole world to see how much I adore you.”

Locked in the hug of that corset, with her clit throbbing just beneath Miranda’s possessive fingertips, there was nothing Ana wanted more. She wasn’t a fan of the crop either, at least not while it was being used. The sting was always so sharp, so breath-taking and intense. But when it was over, and her bottom burned under a lattice of lines that throbbed until she wasn’t sure if it hurt more than it felt good or felt good more than it hurt, Ana often found herself touching and twisting in an attempt to admire the marks left behind.

Fingers slipping into wetness, seeking with expert familiarity the heated entrance of Ana’s sex, Miranda whispered, “Would you like that, my lovely?”

“Yes,” Ana gasped, coming up onto her tiptoes with that first invading thrust. Her whole body turned molten, melting as those twin digits began to thrust.

“Yes, what?” Miranda purred, laying a path of gentle nips and heated kisses all the way to her ear.

Her thighs trembled. “Yes, Mistress.”

When Miranda let her go, Ana felt that loss in more than just the absence of body heat at her back. Every step that Miranda took away from her as she approached the table became a cavernous distance of separation. While Ana watched, Miranda picked through the implements gathered amongst the unused ropes. She located the crop she’d brought, only to set it aside in favor of a pink-plastic package. Ripping it open, when she returned to Ana it was with a plush black blindfold in her hands. Her teasing smile was the last thing Ana saw before Miranda slipped it over her head and adjusted the fit until no matter how she moved, the only thing Ana could see was the barest hint of light creeping in around her nose.

“Oh, I like this,” Miranda said, moving around to her front while her hands flowed down Ana’s cheek to her neck, and then her breasts. Warm breath upon her skin was Ana’s only warning before moist, hot lips closed upon the tip of Ana’s right nipple. She arched into the teasing lash of the tongue that circled the budding peak. Ana pressed her lips tight together, but not fast enough to stop a moan from escaping. “You’re mine now, my lovely. My little captive. I like this a lot.”

Goosebumps peppered her skin when Miranda let her go. She quivered, hearing as Miranda walked away again, and all the fine hairs on Ana’s body rose along with her awareness of their widening proximity. The wetness on her nipple chilled in the open air, tightening the eager flesh until all she could feel was her own racing pulse aching in the tips of both breasts. Plastic crackled as another wrapper was torn open.

“What is that?” Ana begged, not sure she truly wanted to know but trying blindly to see out from under the blindfold. Miranda did not answer, and Ana jumped all over again when the warmth of her fingers returned again to cup between her legs.

“Hold still,” she admonished, and Ana did try, but she was trembling all over now, the anticipation more than she could bear. Her breath fled when she both felt and heard Miranda kneel before her. She was the submissive in this relationship. Shouldn’t she be doing the kneeling?

“Oh!” Her whole body flinched into the unexpected touch of Miranda’s tongue flicking her navel, just beneath the lip of the ropes that bound her. Moist kisses followed, laying an electrifying trail down her abdomen before lingering on the soft swell of her mons, where the folds of her sex begged to be opened and her clit ached.

“Steady,” Miranda murmured, bestowing nothing more than a single teasing kiss where Ana was desperate to feel so much more. She stroked her hands down the trembling length of her legs, tickling at her left ankle and then the top of her foot. “Step.”

Without the winch to support her, she never would have held her balance long enough to obey. Miranda slipped something—vaguely weighted, panties perhaps—over her foot and up her leg. She put her left foot back on the floor only to have Miranda tickle the tops of the right.

“Step,” Miranda said again. When Ana obeyed, she felt the other half of the elastic band slide up past her ankle. Twin straps scraped lightly up her legs, but what she at first mistook for underwear, she quickly realized was something else. Something cool and much more solid than cloth bumped up against her sex.

She tensed, her breath catching all over again when Miranda parted her willing folds with her fingers, teasing Ana unbearably, each slight brush against her clit making her hips twitch in anticipation of more—unspoken demands that Miranda ignored as she nestled the contoured bulk of something more than just panties against her. “W-what is that?”

“Mama’s little helper,” Miranda replied, tightening the straps around the tops of each of her thighs and adjusting the lay of the piece between her legs until it was pressed snugly in place. It felt almost like flesh, with bumps that slipped so easily over and around her clit. Another strap twined around her waist, buckling into place before Miranda secured the fit until all Ana could feel were those fleshy bumps growing slick and warm in the fluids of her growing arousal.

“What—” Ana gasped sharply when, her only warning the softest of clicks, the device abruptly came to vibrating life. It was like the Hitachi wand all over again. It arched Ana dancing up onto her toes and then sucked the strength right out of her legs. If it weren’t for the winch, she would have fallen straight to her knees.

The vibration was insidious, a steady pulse that hummed through her clit and moved out through the rest of her like ripples on water. Her cry mingled with Miranda’s throaty chuckle, but it wasn’t until she felt the cool caress of the crop lining up across the hills of her naked buttocks that she realized Miranda was no longer kneeling at her feet.

“Three strokes,” Miranda told her, letting her feel the whippy length. Her other hand combed up the back of Ana’s neck into her hair. She cried out again when Miranda gripped, pulling her head back far enough to nip the sensitive lobe of her ear and send those ripples to gyrating madly all through her belly and breasts. “Only three, my lovely, but they’re going to be hard enough to leave marks. Can you do that for me? Can you be my good girl and take only three?”

“Yes! Yes!” Ana strained against her bonds, though breaking free was the last thing she wanted. Her hips twitched, desperate to ride upon the device humming so wickedly against her.

“Yes, what?” Miranda coaxed.

“Yes, please!”

Miranda’s laugh was undermined by a sharp click, and suddenly the pulse of the vibrator changed, becoming a deeper, longer thrum. “I’ll accept so cheeky an answer, but only because I love to hear you beg.”

Three wasn’t bad. With a proper warmup, anyone, even Ana—who loved the sexiness of spankings, but had little tolerance for the sharper sting of the crueler implements—could do three strokes. Except warmups diminished the subsequent welts they both craved, and Miranda was nothing if not true to her word. Sexy took a sharp backseat to the pain of the first snap as the crop lay its smarting kiss across the summit of her buttocks. Ana lurched onto tiptoes, sucking air and only just managing to bite back the involuntary cry that choked her throat. Pain bit into her as if with physical teeth, sinking into her flesh and growing sharper by the second. It was almost unbearable…almost.

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Sorry, that’s all they would let me put into the blog hop. The story in it’s entirety, however, will be available in the Spank or Treat Anthology that will be published at the end of this blog hop. So, now that you’ve read it, be sure to leave a comment with an answer to my question (posed in the paragraphs preceding the story) to be entered to win some of the fabulous prizes listed at the very start of this post. Also, I have my own little contest. At the end of the blog hop, I am going to pick 2 winners at random (seriously, I’m putting everyone’s name in a squid hat–yes, a squid hat, it has tentacles and everything–and I’m going to draw two of them). Each winner will receive a $10 Kindle or Nook gift card, winner’s choice, to be spent however you wish. :)

Also, don’t forget to visit the other authors starring in this year’s Spank or Treat blog hop!

Participating Authors:

Anastasia Vitsky

Carole Cummings

D.L. Jackson

Erzabet Bishop

Geonn Cannon

Jessica E. Subject

Jolynn Raymond

Kate Richards

Leigh Ellwood

Leigh Smith

Louisa Bacio

Maren Smith

Sara Daniel

Siobhan Muir

Tara Quan

Virginia Nelson

 

 
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Posted by on October 23, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

Spanking Round Table: Anal Punishment – Hot or Not?

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When I saw this was the topic of this month’s Spanking Round Table discussion, I couldn’t help myself. I had to chime in. What is it about anal–whether for pleasure or punishment–that hits such a trigger for me? And not just for me, but if it’s a discussion, then obviously it’s a trigger for other people as well. Let’s face it. It’s considered by many to be taboo. It’s considered a naughty act that most people won’t admit to…or if they do admit to it, will downplay. “Oh, well I tried it once…it wasn’t for me.” or “Hell no, I don’t do that.” It can be humiliating, slightly uncomfortable to downright painful, and probably the most intimate thing you could ever do with or to your partner, and that right there is probably what makes it a great punishment.

It can take many forms, from rectal temperature taking to butt plugs to anal sex, the punishment is in the mortification of the person who has to bend over and submit, knowing their partner is seeing, touching, and disciplining the “No Zone”.  Which isn’t to say that anal sex can’t be fun. Of course, it can! But when it’s sexy and loving, then it’s just kinky good fun enjoyed by all. When it’s used in conjunction with words such as “naughty” or “bad boy/girl” or phrases such as “You were warned…” or “Obviously, I need to do more than talk before you’ll listen…” or “You brought this on yourself…” then that takes it to a whole new level of stomach-tensing, pussy-clenching (or dick hardening, I don’t judge) dread that at the same time wars with excitement. If you’re anything like me, you’d much, much, much rather be experiencing this as a “good girl” not a “naughty” one. When it’s “naughty”, it can be so much harder to bear. You want to hide your face. You can’t apologize enough, and as the discomfort ratchets each grade higher, so does the remorse.

Look at all the different forms such punishments can take. This is by no means a full list, but only what I can think of at this late at night right before the blog is supposed to post (bad girl, I know).

Temperature Taking:

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Using a rectal thermometer to take your temperature because you cannot be trusted to do it orally like a big boy or girl.

Enemas:

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Having your system flushed with hot soapy water (or worse, cold water) or an old timey solution of milk and molasses. Often used a precursor to other anal activities, let the cramping and bloating begin.

Figging:

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Not only do you have the sensation of having something inserted inside you, but Holy Hannah, the burn! This is awful on its own but used in conjunction with spanking…OW!

Butt plugs:

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Small, medium or large, ridged, veined, penis-shaped, bumpy or spiked, beads of gradually increasing sizes, varying materials including metal, jeweled or plain, hooked, and let’s not forget animal shaped, with lube or without, how long will you have to wear it….decisions, decisions. The only thing that’s certain is when you feel that slow stretch start to happen, you’re going to feel every inch of it going in and it’s going to be in there for a while.

Ben Gay, Vicks, Peppermint Oil, or other burning ointments, lubes and oils:

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Pretty self-explanatory. If you use these, you use them at your own risk. So read up on the pros and cons and, if you use any of these on your submissive, I sincerely hope you’ve also had the balls to first experiment on yourself so you know what you’re putting them through. Nuff said.

Insertables:

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Dildos, strap-ons, vegetables…again, I don’t judge. This doesn’t sound like much of a punishment, until you factor in the size of what’s being inserted…or the material. For instance, a glass dildo takes on a whole new level of hell after it’s been, say, put in a bucket of ice water for a while.

Sex:

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Something happens to sex between consenting lovers when it’s being used to amplify discipline. Again, for me it’s that delicate mixture of pleasure and discomfort, of intense mortification and the mental head-space of knowing this is happening to correct a misbehavior. Not because I’ve been good. Not to give me pleasure. But because I’m being punished. This is a powerful head trip. It’s not just physical–although often a level of discomfort is used to amplify the disciplinary factor.

Do I enjoy anal punishments? No, I do not. Do I get them? Upon occasion, yes, I do. For all of the reasons outlined above, I will say this: I much prefer reading or writing about them in fantasy erotica. For some reason, it’s so much hotter when it happens to the heroine of a story than when it’s happening to me in real life.

There are many awesome authors who have chimed in on this topic. Click here to check out what they’ve got to say on the subject of Punishment Anal.

 
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Posted by on October 9, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

A Stern Talking To

Maren, I says to myself, you have got to be better about updating your blog!

But I don’t have anything interesting to say, I mutter. How do all these other authors keep coming up with so many new and different blog posts? All I wanted to do was write a book! There wasn’t anything back then in my job description that says ‘and keep a fascinating blog’!

That’s because, I snip back, when we first started writing the Internet hadn’t been invented yet. No more excuses! Write something phenomenal! Be brilliant, damn it!

Oh, my God…Have we had enough coffee today for brilliance?!

Fake it, woman!

Groan…sigh… All right, look…I can either write 2000 words today on this blog, or I can put that effort and energy into putting out the next book. Which is it going to be?

…yeah, okay. I’ll brew up another pot of coffee and get the curry started. You figure out where we left off in Stolen Memories…

 
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Posted by on October 5, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

When real life imitates art

Originally posted on governingana:

“What’s happened to Ana Adored?” you might ask.

Ana Adored tells the story of domestic violence and the death of a friend.

Guess what’s been part of my life in the past month?

Sometimes, I think our writer’s brain shuts down and refuses to let us process the art we have created before we knew it would become part of our lives.

I didn’t write the scenes of a character visiting a dying friend; Maren Smith did. Yet Maren has said good-bye to more than one important person in her life, and a few weeks ago I held the hand of a woman who had become my surrogate grandmother. I baked rolls and lemon bars for her memorial service, and I washed dishes and arranged the church fellowship hall along with the others who had known her.

I did write the scenes where characters deal with expressions of anger…

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Posted by on October 1, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

I’m traveling today!

No spankings, good curry and Katherine Deane! Guess where I’m at today? Come and take a look!

 
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Posted by on October 1, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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.

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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.

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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.

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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

 
 
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