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My post today is from HIS By Design. My teaser today joins the story when Julian is fighting his feelings for Claire, but some nights he just can't help surrendering to forbidden fantasies...

He would slowly undress her, leaving her hair to the last, taking the pins out one by one.  He could almost feel its silkiness falling around them both, see the golden waves spilling across his pillow, hear her voice heavy with desire as his name flowed tremulously from her lips, swollen and throbbing with his kisses. 

Those nights he held her in his embrace, her naked softness pliant and arching in his arms; her full breasts crushed against his chest by his unyielding possession of her.  He even went so far as to imagine her sweet ass at his mercy.  Fully available to the cadence of his palm as it brought a beautiful blush to her vulnerable, pale flesh.

Those nights he put away from him. Kept them separate from reality and the simple workings of the plan he’d so carefully designed.

Blurb

The year a mutual friend introduces Julian West to Claire Fitzpatrick it's the start of an enduring friendship. A friendship where both comfortably forget the sizzling attraction that flared between them when they first met. Now, six years on, that attraction has re-emerged and Julian and Claire discover that the compatibility they share as best friends is echoed in their romantic preferences.

As their romance blossoms, neither of them is prepared for the deep love they each come to feel, but are unsure the other shares. When they are finally faced with the release of overwhelming emotions Julian has spent years repressing, the couple must decide if they will go their separate ways or if theirs will be a love designed to last. 

HIS By Design features a hot alpha male, an independent woman and a determined ex-lover, all wrapped up in an exploration of grief, fear and the ultimate power of a love that has been brewing for years!


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In HIS Custody - Resisting A Hot, Alpha Jailer! WIP It Up

Hi All
Welcome to Wip It Up Wednesday. My excerpt to day is from my e-serial Her Keeper2 - In HIS Custody. I'm actually tweaking the whole second series. I've pulled it from Amazon until I've finished the next episode. It's coming along gradually. In this excerpt, Sara is coming to terms with being court ordered into Rick's custody. A big thank you to my beta readers for suggestions.

  SARA

I bang and stomp miserably around the bedroom. The memory of the moment Judge Matthews’ gavel crashed down on my freedom churns inside me. Close to tears, I vent my fury on Rick’s designer furniture. I’m glad that I’m wearing boots, considering how often I kick the solid oak bedstead while making it up.

My stomping soon becomes aimless. I’ve pretty much exhausted all I can do in the room. My stomach growls and I wonder how I can satisfy it without accepting food from Rick. I ease open the door and take a stealthy look out. There’s no sight of him. The distant, muffled sound of his voice eases towards me. The direction of the sound tells me he’s out on the deck. It sounds like he’s on the phone. I can only make out a few words here and there. The words ‘Mom’ and ‘pissed at me’ float towards me through the open glass door.

I let out a slow breath when the weariness in his voice gets to me even through the muffled sounds. Their might even be contrition in his tone. I imagine his mom’s solid common sense comments on the other end of the conversation. Mara Andrews has always favoured me. I know she’s taken Rick to task over his treatment of me more than once. The idea that she might be supporting me now almost makes me feel better.

My stomach grumbles some more. Maybe I should eat with him. It’s not like I have to be nice to him. The image of me sitting with him sharing a meal in dignified, silent reproach while he squirms in abject contrition starts to appeal. A step towards using that power Lisa was talking about. I’m just about to make my way out to the deck when his cell rings again. I recognize Luke’s ringtone.

I’m closer now and his words are clearer. Through the glass door I can see the rain has stopped and the last rays of the autumn sun have dried the deck and no doubt the sand in front of it. An evening barbeque is growing more and more appealing. Rick’s first words to Luke make me feel even better. His rueful, “What do you think?” definitely sounds a bit tortured. At least he’s suffering for his crimes. I stop as he pauses to listen to Luke. Might as well let him finish the conversation. I don’t even feel guilty about eavesdropping. Not after his betrayal. His next words make me wish I’d been more scrupulous.

“The hell she will, but she’ll learn to put up with it…’

Gasping, I turn and head back to the bedroom before he finishes his sentence. I don’t want to hear any more. The arrogant, heartless bastard!! How dare he! I stomp back in. I just manage not to slam the door and sit furiously on the bed consumed with angry misery. I yelp and wince loudly as the mattress reminds me of our time in the interrogation room. I shift and groan. The desire to rotate and push into the pleasure pain of my glowing, welted ass and the memory of the pulse of the dual penetration of the plug and him hard inside me is unbearable. I’m swept away by the hotness of that memory. I want nothing more than to open the zipper of my jeans and slip my hands into my panties to massage my throbbing clit and plunge my fingers into my wet channel.

No way! Not after what I just heard. I thrust my clenched fists into the bed, then twist the comforter in my hands. Resist! I have to resist this feeling as much as I have to resist my more tender feelings for Rick or better yet Detective Prick as Lisa likes to call him. Lisa’s features and tone of voice flash into my mind at that thought and I’m overtaken by spontaneous laughter. The laughter bubbles up and consumes me and I know I’m verging on hysteria. I indulge it. The release feels good. I lie back onto the bed and give way to gusts of laughter. Before I know it, I‘m bawling my eyes out. Deep sobs come in gulps.

“Sara?”

Rick’s urgent inquiry sounds through the door. I can tell he’s hovering on the other side of it, weighing up whether he should respect the line I’ve drawn or come in. I know if I don’t answer him he’ll cross that line. That’s just who he is.

“Go away!” I yell through hiccups and sniffs. Yeah right! Even I’m not convinced I want him to leave.

Rick doesn’t fall for it either. Through my tears I feel his solid, warm body beside me on the bed and then I’m in his arms. I struggle against him, thrashing backwards and forwards in his hold. His hold tightens. I manage to break away a little, kicking against him. I pound his chest, again and again, desperate to fight the overwhelming desire to sink into his embrace. To surrender.

“Stop it, Sara. Let me hold you. Let me take care of you.” His voice is an urgent whisper. 
It stills me, calming my urge to fight. Until the moment in the courtroom and the clutch of my gut at the proclamation of the sentence hits me again. Trusting him has got me nowhere except court ordered into his custody. My stillness has encouraged him to relax his hold and I’m able to pull away and look at him. I struggle to ignore the melting concern in his mocha gaze and stare at him accusingly, my voice scathing. 
“Yeah, right! Like you took care of me at the court house? Like you vacated the warrant? Sure. Why not? That worked out just fine.”

Guilt flashes across his face. His eyes wince at the sarcasm in my tone. His hold lessens even more at the green fire of rebuke I flash at him. I escape from his embrace and we both sit up. I fight the urge to relent at his loss of face. Instead, I feed my satisfaction. It doesn’t feel as satisfying as you’d think. I’m beginning to realize that the surety of Rick Andrew’s always being right is one of the necessities of my life.

That’s what angers and upsets me the most. How dare he fail to be perfect! I need him to piss me off with his justified challenges. To always know, argue and do what’s best for me. I may have stubbornly held a grudge for eight years, but deep down, despite the objections I voiced to Lisa, I never truly doubted that it was my own recklessness that earned me that trip across his knee.

Just like all the other times over the years when we kept butting heads. I knew his advice was sound and that I should listen more. Every time I went up against him it was because I longed for him to rein me in, to step up and take me in hand. When he finally did, my surrender felt like coming home. Liberating. But there’s no way I can justify his going along with Judge Matthews sentence.

No. All I can do is hate him because now he’s squarely in the wrong. I swallow. My mouth tastes bitter and my stomach churns at this new stark reality. A world where the love of my life can screw up indefensibly.

Unbearable.

I fight to keep my feelings from showing, but I suspect my despondency creeps through enough to be visible. I’m sure of it when the guilt on his face disappears and concern melts him again. He reaches for me. A river of his tenderness flows towards me. Hell no! I need to avoid that. I pull further away from him and jump up from the bed, my fists clenched.

“Go to hell, asshole! You really think you can romance your way out of this? Act like you delivered on your promise. Like fuck! You delivered exactly what you threatened in Ginny’s. Even when I followed your stupid orders. Don’t even think of touching me, you jackass!!”

Anger flares in his eyes for a moment and then the determined look I’m used to seeing strengthens his handsome features. He stands up, dwarfing me. I feel his power pulsing against my body before he moves back to give me the space I demand. I can feel my control slip even further in contrast to his measured actions.

He folds his arms and fixes me with his clear, chocolate gaze. His voice is solid, unwavering. “It might not have turned out the way we planned with Lisa earlier, but you were still only sentenced under a bylaw. Your offence stays in this town and disappears at the end of the year served. Your record’s clean and you’re not in jail. So! Yeah! I delivered! Just as I promised.”

I snort inelegantly, effectively expressing my disdain at his claims

He straightens, his arms dropping to his sides. His fists clench, mirroring mine. His face and voice take on a stern fury that doesn’t bode well for my ability to sit. “And I promise I’ll deliver a hellava a lot more if you keep up this attitude, little girl!”

I’m too incensed to heed his warning. Or maybe I want to push. Hell, maybe this is what I’m pushing for. A flash of triumph rages through me. Victory at arousing the tiger in him prompts me to push him even further. This is what excites me about our bouts. The freedom to give vent to my unrestrained anger banishes my fears and even my misery. My heart pounds as I stare into the furious face of the man I love. The fierce passion in these moments binds us together as irrevocably as our lovemaking.

“Don’t you dare threaten me. You’ve no right over me after your betrayal in court. My record may be clean, but you really think this won’t have an effect on my reputation! I struggle enough to gain respect in this town. You think any of that will survive my sentence? Ordered into your custody as a wayward woman under a colonial bylaw! I’m going to be a laughing stock! Just when I’m going back into private practice. Lisa unearthed that bylaw to protect me and you male chauvinist jerks used it for just the opposite! And you bet I’m in jail! With a lying, two faced fucker as my jailer!”

To be continued...

If you haven't read Rick and Sara's love story the first book with HFN ending is available as episodes or a complete book.

                                                                     

Disciplined and Sentenced #satspanks

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Welcome to Saturday Spankings. My teaser today is from my ever popular best seller Her Keeper. In this excerpt from the second episode, Rick has just pronounced the sentence he's decreed to take Sara in hand for speeding and all the other ways he needs to take care of her. It is from Sara's POV. 

“So If I agree to this ‘sentence’ of yours, will that be the end of it?  No more consequences for the speeding?”

“Huh?  No way.  You're not getting off that easy. You still have a trip over my knee coming to you.” He leans in and lowers his voice, still tense with anger, “but you know that or you wouldn’t be trying to negotiate, would you?”

I shift in my seat and protest under my breath, “but you already spanked me.”

“That was just a quick licking. Those will feel like love taps compared to the blistering I'm going to give you across my knee. I intend to make sure you don’t dare pull a stunt like that again.”

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Blurb

 "Ever since she came crashing into my life, eight years ago, she's been firing volleys at me from her gorgeous bee-stung mouth and green-fire eyes. " 

The feud between Detective Rick Andrews and Prosecutor Sara Michaels is legendary and no one ever wants to stand in the line of fire when they go at it. Rick can’t deny the chemistry between him and Sara. Her intelligence and her spirit intrigue him and for some unfathomable reason the need to protect her consumes much of his waking hours and a few of his dreams as well. But she’s too high maintenance. Now, their ongoing feud has reached combustion level. Sara has crossed the line and Rick is determined to lay down the law in a way she can't escape. Her Keeper is an erotic romance with explicit sexual content with elements of BDSM. It has a hot cop (two actually), sexy frisking, spanking, cuffing, a crazy, hot proposition yet to come and two people who are stubbornly in love. 

Discipline and Pleasure? Deterrent? HIS By Design. #satspanks #BDSM

Hi All,

Welcome to the  Saturday Spankings Blog Hop.  Today I'm offering an eight sentence teaser from my erotic romance HIS By Design. I've recently made a few additions to the text and this extract is one of them. It's from Julian's POV and he is disciplining Claire for hiding the fact that she has been working alongside her ex-lover for weeks.  After a strapping, he continues the discipline with an anal plug. Despite that fact that the punishment has brought her to tears, Claire is so aroused that she is very close to climax. Julian initially orders her not to come, but he soon finds it very hard to continue denying her.

“I shouldn’t let you come, Claire - discipline won’t stay a deterrent for long if it always ends with pleasure and orgasms.” His fingers stilled and he bent to lick the shell of her ear. “Still, I figure you've learned your lesson.” He traced the two raised welts left on her flesh by the lochgelly tawse, “You’re not ever likely to risk a full on whipping with the lochgelly now you’ve had a small taste of it. Are you, babe? Tell me you’ve learned your lesson.”

 Claire moaned and he felt her contract even more, “Yes, I’ve learned, Julian, I’ll never risk a proper whipping with that thing and I’m truly sorry for my behavior. Please let me come.” 

Blurb

The year a mutual friend introduces Julian West to Claire Fitzpatrick, they are both grieving the loss of a loved one. Regardless, it is the start of an enduring friendship. A friendship where both comfortably forget the sizzling attraction that flared between them when they first met. Now, six years on, that attraction has re-emerged and they are excited to discover that they share the same passionate needs both erotic and disciplinary. But as their romance blossoms, neither of them is prepared for the deep love they each come to feel, but are unsure the other shares. When Claire's ex-lover reappears on the scene and she comes to suspect that Julian has never stopped loving his late wife, they must risk all to ensure that theirs will be a love designed to last.

             

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Saturday Spankings - Turned On By A Spanking - The Rancher's Woman #SatSpanks #Spanking #excerpt #erotica

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Welcome to Saturday Spankings.  My teaser today is from my western romance The Rancher's Woman.    Set in the small Wyoming town of Hope Junction, The Rancher's Woman is Tessa and Chance's love story. Tessa has just moved to town to start a new business and Chance is the local rancher who falls for her.  My extract joins the story after Chance has taken Tessa across his knee for the first time.  After he leaves, Tessa inspects the aftereffects in the mirror and is dismayed at her reaction to the spanking.

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 Not only had she let Chance spank her, she let him comfort and cuddle her afterwards, purring at his promises of pleasuring later. Even worse, she was guilty of actually pushing him into it. What was with her! Biting her lip, she looked down at the floor, rubbing and squeezing her backside to soothe the burn and ache. Gradually her rubbing slowed to an exploration of the mottled swelling, lingering over the ridges of his fingertips. Moaning a little, she guiltily let one hand move round to her front, slipping her fingers down over her wet, swollen labia. Oh, dear God. The spanking turned her on.

Blurb

Everyone in town knows sparks of attraction have been flying between Tessa and Chance almost from the moment her nursery business brought her to beautiful Hope Junction, Wyoming.  Despite his bossy ways, Tessa soon begins to realize that Chance might well be the man she’s been waiting for her whole life. Will Chance’s decision to take her in hand tear them apart or will Tessa learn to see his discipline as proof of the love they will share for the rest of their lives?

                                                                           
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Figging, Fun and Fiery - A to Z of Spanking Blogging Challenge #SpankA2Z

Welcome to Day 6 of the From A to Z of Spanking Blogging Challenge #SpankA2Z

is for Figging, Fiery and Fun.  Figging is fiery creating that hot sensation that burns so well as a punishment.  But lets face its also a bit comical to have a ginger root suck up your ass.  Especially whe is was used to make racehorses run faster.  Hee hee!  I bet it worked. it always sets me afire.  But what is wonderful is that the punishment burn only lasts a short while before fading to a lovey sensation that sets the rest of  you afire amazingly.

I'm including an extract of a figging after a switching that results in a lovely fiery burn.  This is a revised version from the published one.

Figging and Fire in The Rancher's Woman

Lifting her, he flipped her over his other knee, hardly breaking stride in his reprimands. “Never mind your ‘ouching,’ missy! Do ou thwack under thwick stand?”

“Yes! Ouch! Owww… Yes! It really hurts!” Tessa kicked, clenched, and then howled at the subsequent burn of the ginger. Arching her bottom to counteract the root’s effects, she let her cheeks spread apart, providing Chance with the opportunity to land a particularly cruel flick of the switch onto her exposed anus. This elicited a number of curses from Tessa that he was forced to chastise with his hand as he’d broken the tip of the switch between her ass cheeks.

Righting her, he sat her astride him, facing him, angling her so her bottom was raised high. Cradling her into his shoulder, he rubbed her back and reassured her in a husky whisper, “Punishment’s over for today, Tessa, hon. You’ve taken it well. I’ll run you a bath and then I’m taking you home.”

Her voice came muffled and shaking still from his shirt. “Over? I… I thought you were going to give me a st-strapping when we got h-home?”

“Change of plans, hon. You’ll still get your strapping, but not today. Reckon I’ll let your bottom heal some first, so probably not for a few days. All I want to do now is to get you home and make long, slow love to you in my bed at the ranch.” He crushed her tight then and his voice grew thick with emotion. “Sweetheart, you’ve no idea how thankful I am that your foolishness didn’t end up so much worse. That you’re still safe here in my arms.”

Tessa’s heart leapt, joy flooding her at the fierce, fond passion in his voice. “Oh, Chance. Does that mean you forgive me?”

He took her hair in a soft commanding hold and pulled her head back to look up at him. His stare was piercing, soul-searching, his voice a soft caress. “That’s a given, Therese Marie. No matter what. Told you that before.”

It wasn’t till he said the words that she knew how much she needed to hear them. She laid her forehead on his chest with a heaving sob of relief.  They lay like that for a while, melting into each other.  Gradually, Tessa became aware that the burn in her bottom from the ginger had faded.  The sensations it left in its wake had her squirming against Chance in a way she would never have expected after such an exhausting punishment. Finally, she couldn’t hold back any longer and she put her desire into words. “Oh Chance, don’t wait until we’re home.  Make love to me, now, please.  I need you – to feel you close.”

Chance held her away from him, looking at her with a sizzling passion.  “Don’t tempt me, babe.  I want you, but I’m too fired up still.  No way I could be slow and gentle if I took you now.”

Tessa matched his stare with an equal passion of her own. “Slow and gentle is fine for later, Chance.  Hot and fast is what we both need now, isn’t it.” 

She gasped when his answer was to lift her so she was kneeling with her back to him on the couch. He leaned over with one hand on either side of her on its back, holding their bodies close, barely touching.  He tongued her ear, swirling full inside it wetly. The action brought a catch to her throat, loving the way he graced her with the tender action he knew aroused her so. She heard his voice hot in her ear. “You want me to take out the ginger or leave it in.”

Tessa gasped.  She’d hadn’t thought about the root still planted firmly in her bottom.  She was too caught up in the passion its fading burn had contributed to.  Her voice was hesitant.  “I…is it okay to leave it in? You know when we…I mean…can we do that?”

Chances voice somehow seemed even hotter in her ear.  It was heavy with desire, but she could still hear the lacing of amusement at the slight shock in her voice.  “Sure can, babe.  It’ll feel fuller and warm, but the sensation should be real good now.  You’ll like it.  I was planning on introducing you to the sensual pleasure of it anyhow this afternoon.  You okay with trying that now?”

Tessa squirmed and moaned as his finger pressed against the root arousing a hot seeping warmth that felt dizzyingly erotic.  “Ooh, wow.  O..okay.  Leave it in.”

Chance kissed her neck and then she heard his zipper. His hands parted her bottom cheeks and she felt the wet tip of his shaft at her pussy entrance. She was dripping wet. He circled her with the tip, making her pussy weep even more for him.

“Good thing you’re so wet, babe. Slippery and open for me so I can pound inside as hard as I need to.” He rubbed her bottom cautioning her when she winced at the contact. “My pounding against this sore, misbehavin’ behind will hurt though, missy.  You sure you can handle that babe.  You sure you want this, now?  Sure you don’t wanna wait til we’re home and your bottom’s recovered some.”

Despite her winces, she rotated back against his hands desperate for his touch.  “No please, Chance.  I don’t care if it hurts, I need you inside me.”

He groaned against her ear.  “Oh, Tessa, babe.  I need to be inside you, too.”

Before she knew it, he was inside her. Hard. She grunted with the shock of his force. He thrust in full to the hilt, his hard stomach and thighs battering her bare ass. He’d only unzipped enough to release his cock and the denim from his jeans was rough against the flesh of her punished lower cheeks and sit spots. He’d unbuttoned his shirt completely and the warmth and strength of his chest felt good to her bare back.  She drew in her breath, moaning in a mix of desire and distress as his hard lower abs battered against the curved upper swell of her spanked and leathered buttocks.

His cock seemed enormous inside her, bigger and harder, partly because of the ginger root filling her bottom, but also because of the passion commanding them both. As well as the forceful thrusts, she could feel him pulsing against her inner flesh while the warmth of the ginger throbbed inside the flesh of her bottom.  The combination was electric and she felt her knees give way.

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E is for Erotic Romance A to Z of Spanking Blogging Challenge #SpankA2Z

Welcome to Day 5 of the From A to Z of Spanking Blogging Challenge #SpankA2Z

My E is for erotic.  I’ve included an extract from my latest erotic spanking romance that was released June 5th.  HIS By Design is a friends to lover’s romance. Claire and Julian have been best friends for six years.  Three of those years Julian has been secretly in love with Claire, harboring romantic and erotic feelings for her.  He has managed to keep them secret as Claire has been away in New York.  My extract joins them at the beginning of the book when she has just returned to Los Angeles.  On her first night back, during dinner with Julian, Claire has erotic imaginings about him resulting in an exciting erotic tension growing between them.

The heated memory of the exchange at their first meeting was an erotic, enticing shocker.  Claire swallowed and looked across the table at Julian's refined hands and virile physique.  What would it be like to feel the force of his hand wielded with the vigor of his powerful arm?  How much would it sting as it connected with the tender flesh of her rounded buttocks?  Would her nipples and clit grow and peak as she struggled across his muscular thighs? 

Claire wriggled in her seat and closed her eyes.  She felt the heat flush her whole body as the vivid details of that scenario invaded her psyche.  Pressing her thighs together she felt her pussy moisten and then become rapidly wet as her wanton thoughts fired desires she craved yet never expected to have aroused by her safe, uncomplicated best friend.  For a wild moment, she allowed herself to wallow sinfully in the sensual sensations the powerful image aroused. 

Opening her eyes, she cast the image from her head.  Willing it away, she forced her treacherous passions to pay attention to Julian’s face and conversation, but that only succeeded in making her aware of the eroticism in the deep timbre of his voice and the sensual curve of his mouth in his sinfully handsome features.  What would it be like to feel that mouth roam over her body lingering in forbidden places?

“Claire? You okay?”  Julian’s voice broke through her thoughts and her heart flipped at the sensual note in his voice. Despite the implied concern in his words, there was an underlying eroticism in his tone that hinted at a knowledge of her sexual response to him.  She met his inquiring eyes and saw a shadow of the passion she knew must be reflected in her own gaze.  Holding his knowing stare, Claire knew they both recognized that moment for the shift in their relationship that it was.  Biting her lip, she shook herself.  This wasn’t what she'd bargained for when she got home. She thought she'd be escaping her sexually confused feelings, not uncovering some more. 

Julian’s eyes dropped from what she was sure was her doe in the headlights look and suggested a nightcap at her apartment.  “We can have some privacy that way,” he told her meaningfully.

Claire told herself he was referring to her earlier reluctance to discuss her break up in a public place, but deep down she knew he was proposing more.  She blushed as her answer seemed engineered to further what he offered. “My apartment won’t be vacant until Sunday.  I was hoping you might put me up until then.”  She looked away and tried to lighten the import of the moment with a comment that steered away from the highly charged sexual tension in the air.  “I was looking forward to a swim in the ocean tomorrow."

She wasn’t aware that she’d been holding her breath until he smiled, allowing the mood to lighten. "Oh, so you want a bed as well as a meal," he reproved her playfully, reaching across and taking the check. 

Regardless, her mind was full of what might be.  Did she imagine that his hand lingered more on hers than necessary?  Did his emphasis on the word ‘bed’ hold the innuendo she thought? A heat seeped through her when he touched the base of her back to usher her out of the restaurant towards the car park.  

While walking across the deserted lot, he answered the second half of her statement as if it had just sunk in.  "Are you crazy, the water's cold at this time of year?  It's still winter."

"You're the one who's crazy. Winter, I just flew in from snowbound New York, remember?"  As they reached his car, she turned to face him, leaning against the solid metal for support, suddenly cautious of where they might be headed.  In her confusion, she grasped at a safe way out.  "I could always stay at a hotel if it's too much trouble."

Looking down at her, she heard him let out a long breath.  He seemed to emanate a low passion – a passion she wasn’t sure she should attribute to annoyance or desire.  Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her swiftly so she was facing the car, her back to him.  Unsure of his intentions, she gasped in shock when he applied a couple of swift, sharp swats to her backside.  One to each vulnerable buttock.  Swats that were sharp enough to leave both sets of her cheeks afire.  Uttering a surprised yelp at an action she’d just vividly imagined, but never expected him to undertake so soon, she wondered what was happening to them.  What had prompted this cosmic shift in their relationship? The short spanking was so achingly close to her earlier wanton thoughts that she clutched her rear in a mixture of incredulous indignation and hot desire.  Was he a mind reader? 

She blushed at her response to his humiliating yet welcome retribution.  Was she sending out such clear vibes?  Leaning her front against the car for support, she wondered how he expected her to respond to his spanking of her.  No doubt it was feminist etiquette to object haughtily, but her desire won out. Rubbing her bottom ruefully, she turned her head to pout prettily at him. To her mortification she was unable to keep the revealing breathy huskiness out of her voice.  “What was that for?”

Leaning in with his hand on the car roof, he seemed to tower over her. She felt his ragged breath hot on her neck.  The disciplinary tone in his voice aroused her even more as he chided her in a sensual reprimand. “Hmm. Let’s see. Where should I start?  How about not telling me you were arriving a day early when you have nowhere to stay. I might have been out of town.”

“Oh.”  The sense in his observation made her blush even more.

“Not to mention insulting my hospitality.”  He moved closer to her so she was only just aware of his arousal.  She heard his voice in her ear.  “Move your hands.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he told her, his low growl making his intentions clear.

Gulping, Claire dropped her hands obediently.

Crack. This time the smack was harder. Claire found herself whimpering a little as he punctuated each word of his reprimand with a hot blow of his palm to her heated flesh.  “You…Smack…hate…Smack…hotels.”  Smack.  In contrast to the punishment, his next words were offered in a soothing, intimate tone that caressed her ear. “Don’t you. Claire?”

She emitted a little sob in agreement. “Yes”

 “Alright, so no more foolishness about staying in one.” 

Opening the car door, he helped her into the vehicle. Claire attempted to offer a dignified response, but could only summon up a petulant harrumphing sound mixed with a treacherous moan as she sunk into the leather of the car seat.  She felt her pelvis clench and a warm glow pulse through her as contact with the supple seat caused the heat of his smacks to flow insidiously across her tender flesh.

As Julian entered on his side of the car, she rallied enough to throw him a quelling look in an attempt to offer some objection to his discipline. Tossing her head in a very feminine gesture, she told him saucily, but with very little conviction. “I’ll thank you to treat me with a little more respect.  You might've known me since I was practically a teenager, but that doesn’t mean you can treat me like a kid.  I am now a sophisticated, mature woman, in case you hadn't noticed."

Julian laughed richly at her sass.  Why had she never noticed the sensual sound of his laughter before?  He looked across at her deliberately, a smile flitting across his lips, an unmistakable inflection in his voice.  "Oh, I noticed."

                                                                

So what do you think? Can friends develop erotic feelings or will they always stay in firmly in the friendship zone?  Or is the only reason eroticism is missing is because the feelings are unacknowledged?

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Disciplne and Duty - Burden or Gift? A to Z of Spanking Challenge #SpankA2Z

Welcome to Day 4 of the From A to Z of Spanking Blogging Challenge #SpankA2Z

 is for Duty.  Yep that's right duty.  We tend to consider this word negatively in a modern setting.  Something out dated and past its usefulness.  Duty is a burden. Or so we think.  But duty can be liberating.  When we're not sure of our way, or our role, duty can be a lifesaver.  If we want to show respect, do the right thing or even convince someone of our love.  In domestic discipline, I believe duty plays an important role.  The duty to chastise and the duty to accept that chastisement can be a secure, comforting and profound gift.

So what do you think?  Does duty play a role in your life?   Why not check out this extract where duty is misread.

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Duty in HIS By Design

Julian rode up in the elevator with her, coming into her office to supposedly say hello to Greg and Mary Jane, but Claire was pretty sure it was to consolidate his claim in front of Richard. This was confirmed when she noticed Richard's scowl at Julian’s hand subtle soothing her sore bottom as he talked to her colleagues.

Torn between feeling humiliated and gratified by Julian's public possessiveness, she walked him back out to the reception.  While they waited for the elevator, she couldn’t help asking. “Sure you wouldn’t like to come back in and piss around my desk?”

The sound of his deep, rich laughter made her pelvis clench involuntarily. She gasped at the sensation that created with the plug inside her.

He took her arm and looked her unwaveringly in the eye. “Don’t act like this isn’t what you want. These aren’t strong arm tactics, Claire.” He told her, answering the accusation she'd thrown at him back at the house. "You're my wife. Would you really want me to ignore this? To turn a blind eye to your behavior over, Blake? You might not be willing to admit it, but you know I’d be failing you as a husband if I did. It’s my duty.”

Claire’s heart had pounded as he spoke. His claim reminded her of how she felt when he had seemed to ignore the issue yesterday afternoon. She felt a pleasant heat flood her. Until his last words sunk in. They made her stomach clench in disappointment. She stared at him belligerently, but her tone was despondent. “Great. First I’m a distraction. Now I’m a duty?”

His hand dropped from her arm and slipped around her waist in a clasp that was a soft caress. His gentleness disarmed her and he was able to bring her unresisting body towards his own. The kiss was feather light, filled with tenderness. Claire melted against him. This was Julian at his most irresistible.  It was at moments like these she knew she was closest to his heart. Last night, her own passion had found an outlet, but it was a solitary occupation. He’d been at his most distant, concerned only with achieving his purpose. Now he was giving, sharing what love he was prepared to offer.

Claire drew closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, losing her fingers in his hair and herself in him. She was pouring all her love into the kiss, but she was also taking, hoping to draw from him that which was not yet hers. A thrill of exultation filled her as she felt him open to her. It seemed they teetered together on the edge of a precipice. She tried to pull him over, and for a brief, tantalizing moment it seemed he would come. But then he stood away from her. His lips and arms left her and she was once more alone. He slipped his hands into his pockets.

 "I have to get to work." His voice was uneven, husky. 

She nodded, her disappointment robbing her of speech. She raised her eyes to his to take her farewell.  They were glazed, but behind that she saw something else, something she couldn't identify. She walked back into the office, her mind struggling to expose it. Somehow she knew it held the key to the complex puzzle that her husband was proving to be.

She buried herself in work all morning, shifting on her welted bottom and trying to resist the arousal of the plug. It distracted her enough to make Mary Jane look at her more often than she liked. Deciding to take a break she walked into the washroom. Looking in the mirror, she ran water over her wrists and studied her face. Her lips were swollen from the force of Julian’s kisses last night. She ran her fingers over them, her heart wrapping around the beauty of his last kiss this morning. If only he’d give in. What was it that was holding him back? Was it Susanna’s memory? Could he ever love her as much? Claire straitened, narrowing her eyes in the mirror. Squaring her shoulders, she gazed back at her reflection determinedly. She’d win his love. All of it. No matter how hard she had to fight. Even if it meant fighting a ghost.

She strode out the washroom and back into the office, past Richard, without even noticing his presence. She was so fired with her determination it translated itself into an energy that amazed her co-workers. By the time they were having their lunch, she’d completed almost a full day's work in only half a morning. Suddenly she sat upright, a look on her face that drew a concerned exclamation from Mary-Jane. Claire didn't hear her. She was too amazed by her discovery. The identity of the emotion she’d seen at the back of Julian's eyes revealed to her. Fear!

*****

Blurb

The year a mutual friend introduces Hollywood haute couture designer Julian West to feature reporter Claire Fitzpatrick, they are both grieving the loss of a loved one - Julian his film star wife and Claire her adoring father.  Regardless, it is the start of an enduring friendship. A friendship where both comfortably forget the sizzling attraction that flared between them when they first met.  Six years on, that attraction re-emerges when Julian spanks Claire.  She is surprised at how much his short, swift discipline arouses her. As their romance blossoms, it is not long before he takes her across his knee to deliver lengthier bare bottomed spankings, both erotic and disciplinary.

 But neither of them is prepared for the deep love each comes to feel, but are unsure the other shares. When Claire's ex-lover reappears on the scene and Claire suspects Julian has never stopped loving his late wife, their doubts and fears ignite passions that will either bind them irrevocably together or tear them apart. When they are finally faced with the release of overwhelming emotions Julian has spent years repressing, the couple must decide if they will go their separate ways or if theirs will be a love designed to last. 

                                                                  

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Cuddles and Confusion After a Spanking - A-Z Spanking Blogging Challenge #SpankA2Z

Welcome to Day 3 of the From A to Z of Spanking Blogging Challenge #SpankA2Z

 is for Cuddles and Confusion both usual elements after a spanking.  Cuddles are necessary and inevitable after a spanking.  Nothing feels nicer than a cuddle sitting on the knee you were spanked across only moments before!
But there's also confusion.  Confusion that something that both hurt and humiliated you turns you on so much.  Just a mystery of the spanking kink!

So what do you think?  Can you do without cuddles after a spanking?  Are you or your partner confused that its a turn on> Why not check out an extended extract of a spanking with cuddles and confusion below.

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Cuddles and Confusion in HIS By Design


Julian slipped his hand under her skirt and squeezed her bottom fondly. “A punishment is an emotional experience as well as physical, Claire.”  His voice was husky.  “For both of us. We’ll both need cuddles. I want you to fall asleep in my arms afterwards and I wouldn’t leave you to wake up alone the next morning.”

 Claire snorted as a means to cover up the sudden overwhelming poignancy she felt flood her at the tenderness in his tone. “Jeez.  Why didn’t you tell me that was all it took to get you to sleep with me?  I’d have fucked up earlier.” She threw this at him tauntingly. She danced out of his arms removing herself from his reach before he could retaliate with the smacks she fully expected for her sass and her language.

He glared at her in mock anger, clearly struggling not to laugh. “We’ll see if you’re quite so cocky when you’re nursing a thoroughly walloped backside, young lady.”  He didn’t come after her as she half-expected, angling his head towards her bedroom instead. “Go and get ready, but before you do, bring me one of your tennis shoes. The ones with the rubber soles.  Go on.”  He added when she looked at him in horror, suddenly remembering the fine details of the punishment he’d outlined on Sunday evening.  How undignified.  Spanked bare bottomed across his knee with her own tennis shoe. She gulped and continued staring.

“Now, Claire.” Julian’s voice was an unmistakable order, any previous temptation to laugh no longer in evidence.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled up her panties in an attempt to regain some dignity before she turned and did as her told her.  Rummaging through the bottom of her tennis bag, she found the offending article.   Screwing up her nose she looked at the rubber sole and then smacked it sharply against her palm.  Yikes!  It hurt.  Her backside was in real trouble.  She also noticed thick traces of dirt on her hand.  She shouted out to Julian fishing for a possible reprieve.  “Are you sure you want to use this?  It’s kind of mucky.”

“Bring it out.  I’ll clean it off while you’re changing. Or I could always use the lochgelly tawse instead?  If you’d prefer that.”  Julian offered evilly.

Claire came rushing out. No way was she substituting her shoe for that horrid instrument of torture she’d seen amongst his various implements.  It was a real eye opener to see his stash.  He’d quite a variety.  Paddles, crops and straps – no canes thank goodness.  Susanna hadn’t cared for them, bless her.  He found them too impersonal as well he told her.  The lochgelly he’d ordered during the first year of his marriage from a specialist auction house. It was the real thing. Jeez how had Susanna managed to take a hiding with that horrid three tailed strap made of such thick leather?  Supple too now that he’d started oiling his straps again.  Just in case he needed them he’d told her ominously.  No her own tennis shoe was just fine, thank you very much.

Julian’s face was deadpan when she handed him the shoe, but his voice was rich with amusement at the swiftness of her capitulation.  He quirked his eyebrow sardonically.  “I take it that’s a ‘no’ to the lochgelly tawse?”  His lips quirked as he brought the tennis shoe down hard enough on his palm to make Claire jump. “Never mind, I’m sure this will make quite a sufficient impression.  Off you go, now.  Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

Claire stood her ground and glared at him. “Stop being so mean!  You don’t even have it with you.”

Julian fixed her with narrowed eyes. “It’s a simple matter for us just to pack you into the car dressed in your pajamas, along with a few of your things and head over to the beach house for the night.  Keep up this attitude and that’s exactly what we’ll do.”  He bent her shoe in half, making Claire think of how that flexible springiness she’d paid a fair bit extra for would contribute to its sting. “I strongly advise you not put me to that trouble, sweetheart.”

***

Julian laid the now clean tennis shoe on the arm of the couch and finished rolling up his sleeves.  He grinned, remembering Claire’s hasty retreat into her bedroom when he’d told her he might take her back to the beach house where she’d be subject to his various implements. Not that he’d use any of them for her first punishment spanking.  His hand and her tennis shoe would be more than enough. She didn’t need to know that well over half of his implements had never been put to any real use.

 He and Susanna had liked to collect implements. They’d given each of them at least one outing, but in general there were only a few tried and true items that he’d made use of for real discipline.  His hand mostly, a couple of paddles and a few straps.  He’d used a variety of Susanna’s own footwear on her too.  The fact that it was her own shoe or sandal, even slipper used to tan her bottom had leant an added indignity.  He’d every expectation that it would have the same effect on Claire.  The rubber sole would be particularly salutary.

He could hear her moving around in the bedroom and suspected she may be procrastinating. Her demand to ‘just get it over with’ was probably sincere at the time, but faced with the impending reality of the punishment, she’d likely become less eager.  No doubt she needed some encouragement.  “Claire.  Hurry up and get out here.  If I have to fetch you you’ll regret it.”

He heard a drawer slam hurriedly and she appeared at the door to her bedroom in her cotton pajamas, her golden hair pulled back in a ponytail.  Julian nodded approvingly, glad she’d chosen the set of striped, cotton pajamas with the full-length legs and t-shirt instead of her short silk camisole and cami knickers.  Those would not have set the tone he was striving for.  Far too much of a distraction.  Seemed she understood the spirit of the exercise.

Despite the wholesome nature of her pajamas, he still felt his cock stir at the sight of her. The prospect of turning her across his knee and baring her bottom for punishment made his pulse and blood pound.  He’d not punished a woman since Susanna.  It was an important landmark in his relationship with Claire.  He was determined to do it right.  Be careful. Gage how much she needed.  Not be too severe, but not too lenient either. 

His hard-on grew stiffer, but he schooled himself to ignore it. In Julian’s experience, real punishment and sex didn’t mix.  In the past he always lost his arousal when he punished Susanna for real. She didn’t enjoy punishments and she was never aroused during them either. The anticipation and later aftermath were highly sexually charged for both of them, but not the actual act of punishment or the immediate aftercare that followed. He wondered if it would be the same with Claire. Time to find out.

 “Come here, Claire.”  He ordered strictly, but still with tenderness and affection in his voice.  He wanted to set the right tone. Strict yet loving punishment.

 Claire swallowed and hesitated just for a moment before squaring her shoulders and walking determinedly over to him where he stood beside her couch. Pride filled him at her courage. She was scared.  He knew her too well not to see it even though she was striving to hide it.  Even so, he could see her nipples peaking under her thin PJ top.  The anticipation aroused her as well.  He couldn’t stop himself from wondering if she was as wet as he was hard.

Focus on the job at hand, West.  Pleasure can come later.