#Satspanks 28/9/13

Welcome to another installment of the Saturday Spankings blog hop. Today I'm going to jump back to another snippet from My Naughty Little Secret.

This is how it all started....

“Michael, this is bloody ridiculous, being so angry over me paying for lunch; you paid for everything yesterday and I just wanted to show my appreciation. Stop being such a spoiled ungrateful brat.”

“You think this is about you paying for lunch? Maybe it started that way, Siobhan, but honestly, the way you yelled and swore, you were like a three-year-old having a tantrum; with a foul mouth like that, you deserve a good spanking.”

Uh oh, he really shouldn’t have said that. The headmaster image was back in my head in a flash and boy, was I ready to play out the role of the naughty schoolgirl. The thought was really hot; I could feel something deep inside me stirring, an awakening of my true self.

“Do it then! Put your money where your mouth is. 


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#Satspanks - Mastering Maeve snip. 20/9/13

Saturday snips are just the best and it's looking like a deliciously long list this weekend folks, so grab the popcorn, kick the family out and settle down and enjoy.

Last week I shared a snip from Mastering Maeve, my recently finished WIP. Maeve had been unceremoniously upended over Larry's lap for whopping him one across the face. A silly move as he was a potential investor in her grandmother's small hotel.

I'm giving you the next consecutive 8 sentences.

Maeve was too shell shocked to do anything other than yell. She kicked her legs furiously but he simply pinned them between his so she was lying across one knee and held down by the other. She thumped at his muscular thighs with her fists but she may as well have been a fly landing on his strong legs. She became aware that he was pulling down her leggings; the humiliation would have been totally unbearable except she just didn’t have time to deal with it at that precise moment. The urgency to make the thrashing stop was her most pressing need.

“Let me go, you bastard,” she shouted. “I’ll see you locked up for this.”

“Let me remind you who cast the first stone,” he replied, still thwacking down on her behind. 

It would appear that poor Maeve is a slow learner. Her temper got her into this and it sure as hell wasn't going to get her out of it!

Mastering Maeve has not yet been published but if you want few tasters to see the dynamics between this pair here is a link to previous snips.

Last week's snip

August 9 snip

July 26 link

July 12 Snip

If you like these have a look at My Naughty Little Secret

Thanks for dropping in, all comments are gratefully appreciated. Enjoy the rest of the blog hop and do visit all the entrants listed below. They'll warm up your September Saturday, I can promise you. 

Round table discussion: Submission.

Submission - In or out of the bedroom or both? This is the topic being discussed by the knights of the Round Table today and I was kindly give a slot to add my two cents worth. ( A smart person would say my opinion isn't even worth that much ;) )


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Round Table discussion on spanking romances

Hmm, I think I’ll start this article with a conversation I had with the other half (hereinafter referred to in that wonderful term used here by spouses all the time…Himself, wives being Herself.

Himself  generally would prefer not to know what his bad brat of a wife is writing about but every so often he might “ask how’s it going” or “what are you up to now”  or I might mention something in passing, or get his opinion on a scene or something like that. Anyway, this was one such brief conversation:

Himself: “What are you working on now?”

Me: “Natasha is hosting a discussion on submission and I said I’d do an article.”

Himself, (with a derisory laugh):” Submission, what the feck would you know about that?”

Àt first I got all huffy and sulky – had he no value on my obedience dans la chambre?

“So what the hell was going on here for the last number of years?” I wanted to scream at him (yeah, I know, just proving his point that I know nothing about submission, gah I hate it when he’s right.)

Accepting that he might have a point, I thought right, instead of huffing, let’s start with the dictionary: (full sure I’d be able to bring himself proof of my submissiveness)

To Submit as per dictionary.com 

1.       to give over or yield to the power or authority of another 

Ha ha ha, I’m still laughing…what power? what authority???? I didn't even get to read any further than the first definition. And that is in no way meant to be disrespectful to himself. It’s just the way I see it. We’re equals, in a partnership. We make decisions either together, if they’re important enough to warrant discussion, or if they’re small day to day things we make uni-lateral decisions, like what’s for dinner or I need a new kettle. Himself tells me I’d argue my way out of a paper bag, and that too is true.

So I got to thinking – are Irish women submissive in general? I think overall probably not.

A little bit of history.

The Irish state was formed in the early 1920’s and with it came a very fundamentalist Catholic rule. Women were put in their places and God forbid you were “loose,” that was often punishable by incarceration in a Magdalene laundry.

Added to the moral repression, there was a dreadful recession following independence and as a result, in order to ensure that the jobs were spread around among as many families as possible, the “marriage ban” was imposed, which effectively meant that all women civil servants and teachers  had to give up their jobs upon the event of their marriage. This was introduced in 1932 and continued until 1958. There was also a law allowing the employment of women in industry be restricted and controlled. Women became economically dependent on their husbands. And if there was a problem of marital disharmony, women spoke to the priest, usually in confession, and were basically told: "this is your lot, get on with it."

And yet I would swear that this country is a matriarchal society in the main. So for women to survive and thrive they often had to appear submissive, but all the while maintaining a kind of underhand control.

Certainly nowadays, I’d be hard pushed to find a truly submissive woman among my Irish friends. But we grew up in the late 70’s early 80’s when things had changed. And then to be a woman was becoming better and better, until probably the pinnacle when we had two female Presidents of Ireland in a row from 1997 to 2011. And the era of Mna na hEireann – [the women of Ireland] was born.

So to sum it all up…what does submission mean to me?

To be honest for me it’s a kink, a hot exciting one but just that. I wouldn’t want it to be anything else because women have fought too long and hard to gain equality in this country and that fight is still fresh in our minds and the status quo is kind of still being established in many ways.  So my desire to submit sexually will stay just that. I couldn’t in good conscience undo the good work of many and nor would I want to.

I adore reading about dominant men and submissive women, it excites me to no end. I also prefer to be submissive in certain aspects of my relationship, but they are limited to play rather than a real lifestyle.

I totally admire anyone who chooses to live the life more fully than I choose to.  It would be much harder to live it in this day and age where we’re all expected to be hard core feminists and equal opportunists etc.  and I imagine many submissives probably have to fight for their right to choose that life, and probably spend a lot of their lives hiding it, just like women had to fight for equality and take it by stealth.

But for me, personally, I want a strong man, yes, because he has to be able to take me on, earn and keep my respect, but not someone who expects me to kneel before them in everyday life because I could never do that. I see submission as a gift to be offered on the terms of the submissive, as it is hers (his) to give.  A good Dominant will recognise the subs parameters and try to bring the sub to all the limits they can comfortably deal with. And a good Dominant will also recognise that just because a submissive offers certain gifts, it does not make the sub any less worthy a person, or their opinions or thoughts any less valid, or their brain less functional.

But back to the original question...Submission- for me - in or out of the bedroom or both? Well I'll go along with it in the bedroom, kitchen, living-room, bathroom, garden, restaurant,pub, where-ever but only as long as its for mutual fun,

Oh and please do feel free to comment, even if it's to be like himself and tell me I know nothing about submission! 
    

The Journal (Her Master's Voice) by Liv Honeywell and Domitri Xavier

It’s a great pleasure to have Liv Honeywell and Domitri Xavier, co-authors of the wonderful book, The Journal (Her Master’s Voice) come visit with me today.

TF: Hi Liv and Domitri. Thank you so much for coming to visit on my blog. How are you?

Domitri: Feeling really, really well, thank you.  Creative too.  Liv and I are furiously at work on our next book.

Liv: Really busy but definitely enjoying it, thank you. I’m loving working on the new book.

TF: I have to confess, I went on Amazon to have a sneak preview of The Journal, found it mesmerising and ended up buying and reading it in one sitting. One of the first things that struck me was the way you and Domitri used the third person for the Master and the first person for the slave. What made you decide to do it that way?

Domitri: Thank you, Tara.  I’m so glad it had that effect on you.  Funny you mention the change in voices.  

Liv remembers it well but I don’t.   I started off in the first person and quite without any conscious thought, moved to third person, so by the end, we had half the book written in first person and half written in third. I’m not sure that that was a wise decision. Certainly in our new book, Shreds, (I want to get the plug in early ;)) I deliberately chose to write in the first person and I hope I’ve been able to portray the character far more fully using his voice.  He does have a sense of fun, believe it or not, but that isn’t much in evidence because the tone of The Journal is quite serious and sombre.

Liv: Thank you, Tara. That’s a lovely compliment and I’m so glad you enjoyed the book. We did start writing The Journal in first person and, as you can probably imagine, writing it like that was very intense. The way I write (well actually, both of us do) is to really get into the character we are putting on the page and try and feel what they would feel, like an actor does when playing a role. So of course, when we got quite far into the punishment scene, I was finding it very challenging and when Livia got upset, at times so did I. And I remember that happened once and Domitri was worried about hurting me for real. The next day his chapter had swapped to third person and he kept it like that. I think it was his way of distancing himself from that, and I actually really wish he hadn’t. What is wonderful about Shreds is that both of us are allowing ourselves to be open and to get involved with the story and the characters, and I think Shreds will be a better book for it.

TF: The Master and slave are so totally in tune with one another that I’m really curious about how well you know each other in real life? Have you guys actually met or was this book conceived and executed electronically?  And can you tell me a little about how the whole concept began?

Domitri: Thank you again.  I’m so glad that it comes across that way.   Liv and I speak to each other most days via Skype. We are very close friends but have only met up two or three times. The whole book was conceived and written in our separate homes. We read each chapter to each other out loud to make sure we have continuity and flow and correct Liv’s grammar!   After many exchanges of emails about the possibility of writing together, I sent Liv a few short paragraphs, which I thought might provoke some sort of response. Well, it did!  And we were off to the races. But you have to bear in mind that these were very short and snappy exchanges. We had to tidy them up and edit them extensively before the book could come to its final form.

Liv: Oh thank you so much. That’s exactly how we wanted them to come across. We are very good friends and we do talk quite a lot about BDSM and Master/slave relationships because we are in the lifestyle, so hopefully that comes over in the book. We really didn’t plot the book out between us. We simply responded to each other’s writing and then smoothed the story out once we had a full first draft.

I should also point out that there is nothing wrong with my grammar. She’s far too busy knitting right now or she’d be having serious words with Domitri!

TF: I don’t want to give anything away but, this book, although for sure it has real and tangible love, is no softly, softly BDSM–themed love story. Were you ever nervous about the subject matter as you were writing, that it would just come across as cruel rather than two people in tune with one another? There were certainly one or two shock factors for me in there.

Domitri: Yes. I was very concerned that, to an audience who are not in tune with the M/s dynamic, the book would appear harsh, rough and insensitive. What you must bear in mind is that what Liv’s character did in The Journal was a threat to their whole relationship and so the punishment had to fit the crime. Our next book, Shreds, is more playful and the love is more evident between the characters.  In some ways I wish Shreds had been the first book in the series for that reason.  These people really do adore each other.

Liv: The book is a love story, definitely, though perhaps not a typical one. Domitri is right. They adore each other and this is a very difficult situation for both of them. Livia is so sorry for what she has done and her Master very angry and hurt, and what they go through in The Journal is how they work through it and see if they can come out the other side of it together. Once we had a first draft, I did suggest to Domitri that perhaps the book needed to hear more from the Master about how hurt he had been by Livia’s actions and how sad he was, and also how much he didn’t want to have to punish her, but he knew he needed to in order to get their relationship back on an even keel. I think if Domitri hadn’t written so beautifully on how the Master felt, the book wouldn’t have worked as it did. We really didn’t want it to come across as abuse or sadism for sadism’s sake.

TF: The Master’s words and thoughts are echoed by the slave, using the exact same words at times, which shows them to be almost as one. I’m curious about the mechanics. Domitri, did you write a chapter and Liv respond, or did you brainstorm a few key points for each chapter and both work around the key points?

Domitri: Nothing was brainstormed. I wrote a chapter and sent it to Liv without her having any prior knowledge of its contents. That way, she was much more inclined to react instinctively to the voice of her fictional Master.  I wrote a chapter and waited with baited breath as Liv read it at home. If she came back onto Skype a quivering wreck, I knew I had done my job well!

Liv: Domitri drip fed me each chapter without telling me anything at all about the plot. I had no idea what was coming next or how the story was going to end until we had a full first draft and I really did react instinctively to each chapter as I got it. It put me almost into the same headspace as Livia and really helped me to write her. For my part, if I wrote something and sent it to Domitri, what I really wanted to see when he’d read it was that evil, sadistic Domly grin to know that I’d got it right.

TF: I don’t think I ever read a story the whole way through without knowing either main characters name! Was this a deliberate decision? What was your reasoning for it?

Domitri: Actually, it’s hard to remember. For the longest time, I hid behind the anonymity of having no name; Domitri Xavier was still a long way off both in the book and in real life.  Given the tone of the book, I needed a certain measure of distance. In our next book, Shreds, we do learn much more about the characters, name them and learn much more about them as individuals.  I thought at the time (I seem to recall) that if I gave the characters names it might perhaps humanise them too much.  I believed that, because of the harshness of some of the things I had to write, I wanted to keep them a little at arm’s length.  That’s not so now.

Liv: We didn’t name either of them in the book, but we did refer to the slave as Livia in the back cover copy. When I’ve written stories before, I’ve quite often not named the characters and done very little physical description of them because I like the reader to be able to imagine themselves in the story. This time, however, it seemed right to keep the characters as Master and slave in the book as with this being a punishment, Livia would absolutely have been calling him Sir or Master throughout, and he would not have been affectionately using her name.

TF: I am so glad you are already working on another book together. This was incredible. Can you let readers know if it’s a pleasure to be repeated at this stage?

Domitri: Thank you again, Tara.  The answer is a resounding yes!  Perhaps I let slip the title of our next book, Shreds? We are planning a series of books, each based on one of my poems, under the series title of Her Master’s Voice.  Each one will explore different aspects of the M/s dynamic.  As I’ve said already, the tone of The Journal was necessarily harsh, while Shreds sees the Master, now revealed as Marcus, having enormous fun on his birthday at Livia’s expense!  When I say lighter, I don’t mean in any sense less erotic.  Shreds sheds more light and puts together more pieces in the jigsaw of their lives.  It focuses on a completely different time and place and maybe even stage in their relationship.

Liv: Thank you so much. It really does mean a lot to hear that. Yes, Domitri, you may just have mentioned it once or twice… ;). As Domitri said, we are working on Shreds, the next in the series. This one is about a beautiful red dress which gets ripped and torn off very slowly. It is intense, because that’s the kind of relationship Marcus and Livia have, but it’s also sensual, erotic and fun.

TF: Well, I for one rather relish the thought of seeing this pair, now I can even call them their names, Livia and Marcus, meet up again under slightly happier circumstances.Thank you so much for coming to visit on my blog. It was a real pleasure for me. And I have to say interviewing you is almost like reading your book, your responses are so well attuned.  And thank you for sharing an extract with my blog readers too.

Domitri: It was a great pleasure, Tara.  They were such good questions and great fun to answer.  Lots of love to you and your readers.

Liv: Thank you very much for having us. We really enjoyed answering the questions.

The Journal Release Blitz

Blurb:

“Come to my study at eight o’clock sharp. Dress for dinner. Wear high heels and put on that dress – you know what I expect of you.”

When the order comes Livia is torn between anticipation and dread.

Does he know? How could he possibly know what she has done? And how can she find the words and the courage to tell him?

As eight o’clock edges ever nearer, Livia waits outside the study door, trembling; uncertain of what she will find when she comes face to face with her Master.

If he knows… If he does, there will be consequences. There is no doubt about that.

What will be the price for her moment of disobedience?

Excerpt:

"Look at me."

The words I had been half hoping for, half dreading. Would he be able to tell what I was thinking? I opened my eyes and looked up at him, letting him see how vulnerable I was before him and how much I wanted to please him. The expression on his face almost stopped my breath. There was so much love in his eyes, such emotion, and I swallowed against the lump in my throat and blinked back tears of joy mixed sickeningly with guilt. How very much I loved this man, and what I had done to him…

He swept me into his arms and kissed me hard, his hands roaming my body again. Our tongues tangled; his determinedly invading my mouth, mine softly yielding to his touch. I leaned against him, wishing that I could hold him too. I pressed my body against his, wanting to show him how much he meant to me, hoping that would be enough.

He broke the kiss and moved slightly, his hand slipping between our bodies to tease me between my legs again. I was soaking wet. How could I be otherwise? He did not even need to touch me to provoke this reaction. When we were together, his presence was enough and, when apart, just the thought of him was all I needed. My body was not mine any more. It responded to him, ached for him, whether I would wish it or not. I could deny him nothing.

He lifted his hand to my mouth; his fingers wet, and gently painted my lips with my own juices. I tasted my arousal on my tongue but would have no more dared to wipe it away, than I would think to say ‘no’ to him. I stood with my mouth open, my juices trickling down my chin, awaiting his pleasure.

He pressed his fingers further into my mouth, probing deeply and I tried to relax, to let him penetrate where he would, but I choked as his finger reached the back of my mouth. “No,” he yelled and I shrank back, mortified that I had not been able to give him what he required of me. I hurried to open my mouth again, concentrating hard on relaxing my throat, and this time I was fully open to him.

He removed his hand from my mouth and lifted my dress, stroking and exploring my breasts. I licked his fingers when asked and he circled my nipples so lightly and tenderly that it was almost difficult to believe that he could ever hurt me.

His touch on my breasts roughened and he gripped them tightly, crushing my nipples. I closed my eyes, torn once again between pain and pleasure; so aroused it was close to unbearable. My knees weakened and I leaned against him, my head resting against his shoulder. I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against my hip and I moved just a little against it, hoping, despite what I’d done, that this time he would use my body; that I would feel him deep inside me.

Buying Links:

The Journal is available from  Amazon US- and Amazon UK

Author Bios:

Liv Honeywell:

When not writing about delicious, hot male dominants and the female subs who love them, I’m usually doing something craft-like, reading, baking, eating the results of said baking, and attempting to satisfy the demands of His High and Mighty Dominance (the cat!). My first story, Imagine, was published with Silver Moon Books last year and Coming, Ready or Not! is my first solo book. The Journal was co-written with Domitri Xavier.

You can follow me on my blog - http://www.liv-honeywell.com, Twitter - http://www.twitter.com/LivHoneywell, Facebook -https://www.facebook.com/LivHoneywellErotica, Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/LivHoneywell and my Amazon page is here: https://www.amazon.com/author/livhoneywell

Domitri Xavier:

Domitri Xavier is not only an author of erotic fiction and poetry, he also has a parallel career as a pianist and composer. Under another name, he is also a published author of books and poems for children.

He is an active Dom/Master and delights in all that brings; from damsels in distress to always getting his own way in domestic disputes. [If only this were true. Ed]

He has little time for hobbies being one of those extraordinarily fortunate people who makes a modest living by doing the things he loves best. He is an ardent chess player but has yet to record a victory, although he did come close once when he took on an eight year old girl.

He lives and works in the UK.

His poems have been published on Bitten Press’s website - http://www.akissofpoetry.com/211723089 and The Journal is his first book.

You can find Domitri on Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/DomitriXavierErotica, his Facebook friend page is https://www.facebook.com/domitri.xavier, his blog is http://domitrixavier.wordpress.com, his Goodreads page is http://www.goodreads.com/DomitriXavier and his Amazon page is http://amazon.com/author/domitrixavier.

I'd like to take this opportunity to post my own review of this quite unique book also.

5 out of 5 stars

Not a gentle book yet the eros is intense. It’s almost frighteningly so, even as the Master punishes the slave, the slave adores him and is grateful. She knows she has sinned deeply and she’s waiting but yet hoping he’ll still love and forgive her.

The chapters are synchronised perfectly. The master’s voice first, giving his thoughts of what’s passing then the slave’s voice, redoing the same moment in time but with her thoughts, ovten echoing his words but putting her take on them.

The two voices work incredibly well together, at times when I was reading the masters voice, I wanted to cry for the slave, but then when I saw it from the slave’s point of view it became obvious that they were almost part of the same whole, bound by their mutual needs or desires.

If you are up for an intense Master/slave read and willing to look at it from the characters point of view, without being to faint-hearted, then this is a wonderfully written example. The intensity of such a relationship is portrayed brilliantly in every chapter. 

Maddie Taylor's calls to tell me about "Little Light of Mine."

Today I’m delighted to have Maddie Taylor visiting with me talking about her new release: Little Light of Mine from the Club Decadence Series.

TF: Hi Maddie, and welcome. I’m all excited to hear you have just released another of the Club Decadence series.

MT:  Great to be here, Tara and thanks for having me on your blog today. I’ve been looking forward to it because your blogs are fun and creative.  BTW, this is the first time I have really interacted with someone from Ireland.  My dear little Grandma Tiernan would be thrilled.  That we connected I mean,  not about the subject matter.   Knowing we’re talking about sex and spankings probably has her spinning in the grave as we speak.   Bless her sweet little Irish Catholic heart.  LOL.     

TF:Ha,ha, Maddie! That makes me laugh. I bet she was more robust than you think! 

I love the premise for the series, A group of people connected through both the army and a BDSM club. What inspired you?

MT:  I’ve always loved military men, not just because they all seem to be big, strong, dominant and very sexy men but I like the “band of brothers” kind of thing.  I’ve always thought it rather sad that these men who spend so much time together and experience dangerous and life threatening situations, who have become best friends and established a true connection,  often lose track of their buddies when they return home.  In my series it is the opposite, they have banded together through common goals  and interests (that’s where the BDSM Club comes in) and stay close, like brothers, even after the war. 

You’ll find in the books that the women have a connection, too.   Whether sisters, old friends, old schoolmates, or just kinky ladies that met at The Club I have them connected through a sisterhood.  In Little Light they even form what they call Little Black Dress (LBD) night where they have a weekly girls night out.  Of course where Margaritas flow freely, gossip and general naughtiness soon follow.  LOL 

  

TF: Just like any great girls night out so, Maddie! I like what I’ve read so far. Good strong women but even stronger men! Is that how you see yourself? A strong woman looking for, or already with, an even stronger man?  

MT:  Yes.  Aren’t we all?  I am a mom, career woman and now a part-time writer.  Women wear so many hats and are required to play so many roles, how could we survive if we weren’t strong?  I am not a lifestyle DD or D/s participant but can admit that I am more of a sexual submissive.   I am married to a wonderful man who is also a little bent, aka kinky, like me.  It’s hot, turns us on and doesn’t harm anyone else and is 100% consensual.  Modern woman that I am, I let him spank me with that red leather paddle or any of the other fun toys we have stashed in our closet.    So, yes Tara, I’ve found that “stronger man” to meet my needs.  Happily this allows me to check some of those many hats at the bedroom door.  J  Oh please, stop spinning already Grandma… this is 2013!

TF: Ach, I bet she wouldn’t be half so shocked as you think. Even the Irish Catholics had “marital relations”  once in a while! How do you think the Irish got everywhere? So “Little Light Of Mine” – what a cute name – it’s certainly not what you would associate with a BDSM series  of books! How did you come up with it?

MT:  Titles can be a bear sometimes, can’t they?  None of my books have an obvious BDSM title.  I usually look for a line or phrase in the book that captures its essence.  Faithfully was named for a Journey song from the 70’s and the lyrics captured the essence of the couple, committed and loving despite being apart.  Captain, My Captain came from the Hero’s title but also because it was the playful name the heroine called him, neither liking Sir or Master which are so common.  You Said Forever was named after the vow of “forever” the couple made to each other.  Finally, in Little Light of Mine, it is a play on the heroine’s name.  I have always loved the name Elena.  She is Latina and her name in Spanish means “little light”.  It was obvious from there.  It is also the special nickname that Dex calls her along with “chaquita” and a few other Spanish endearments.  I love when a man uses a unique nickname that has a special meaning to just the two of them.

TF: I really hope when I go and buy this book I’m going to get a chance to get another small glimpse of the characters I got to know and love in  Faithfully. Is that the case?

MT:  Definitely.  It is a series and the characters have a recurring role in each of the books.  I always like to know what happens beyond the epilogue, don’t you.  Especially if you fall in love with the characters.  

TF: I totally agree. It’s funny when I read a book I enjoy I almost continue their stories in my head for a while, wondering what might happen next! Maddie, I wish you every success with your latest release. Thank you so much for coming to visit with me today. And thanks for letting me share a little excerpt of “Little Light of Mine” with my  blog readers. It's such a tempting little teaser that I can't wait to read it.

MT:  Thanks so much, Tara.  I enjoyed sharing.  

Amazon Buy Link

Synopsis:  Here is the blurb from Little Light of Mine,  Club Decadence  Book 3

Once deeply in love and committed to each other this pair of star crossed lovers were separated by distance and war.  Now when their happily ever after is finally within reach, fate intervenes and thrusts     Elena in the midst of intolerable violence, family secrets and lies.  She flees leaving Dex confused, heartbroken and bitter from a broken engagement.

After spending time apart, Elena who has just begun to get her disordered life back together, returns to help care for her ill father.  A talented singer songwriter, she looks for work in town and finagles an audition at San Antonio’s most exclusive BDSM club.  Her plan is to try to make it up to Dex and try to recapture the love and affection they once had.

But Dex has made other plans for his life.  Now the managing partner and the Master Dom for The Club, Dex returns to find his former fiancée performing in his lounge.  Barely recognizing the girl he once loved, Dex kicks her out of his club without a second thought.  Only he’s lying to himself.  He still wants her with a need so strong it verges on obsession.  He’s determined to dominate her willing body and finally exorcise her from his mind and his life once and for all. 

Return to Club Decadence for Dex and Elena’s story.  Rossi Security’s ex-Green Berets are still working to rid Texas of the insidious Mexican drug trade and this time Elena is involved.  We also delve into the internal threat from a cyber-stalker.  We get to meet up with old friends and explore more BDSM play as we watch the Doms of Club Decadence slowly succumb to love one by one.  

This romantic story contains consensual spanking, BDSM elements, graphic sex and some violence.  

Excerpt:

She entered the reserved private room and waited inside the door as instructed.  Of course, Dex was already there.  Dressed all in black, he stood next to a bondage table.  The soft lights in the room glinted off the natural golden highlights in his sandy brown hair and his pale blue eyes glinted in the low lighting.    He was mouth wateringly handsome.  His muscular frame was tightly wrapped in a T-shirt and sinfully snug leather pants.  Even in the semi-dark room, she could tell he was aroused and for the first time in a very long while, Elena felt moisture begin to gather between her thighs. 

“Good evening, Elena.  You’re late again.  Not the best way to start out our agreement, do you think?”

“I’m sorry.  I got to The Club on time it’s just that…”

“The reason doesn’t matter.  I’m sure you remember how I am about promptness.”  Grabbing a straight back chair, he moved it to the center of the room and sat.  “We’ll take care of your correction before we begin the scene.  Remove your panties, lift your skirt and take your place across my thighs.”

Elena’s pussy clenched at those words.  She had dreamed about another spanking from Dex for two long years.  She walked quietly to his side, slid off her tiny thong and lifted the short leather skirt.  She felt his hand gently guiding her as she lowered herself face down across his firm thighs.  She sighed softly in contentment.  This felt so right; she had missed him so much.

“I’m sure you remember the rules, but since it’s been a while I’ll give you a refresher.  Legs are to remain spread at all times.”  He paused.  After several moments passed where he said nothing else, she got the hint and spread her legs wide as he liked. 

“As to the other rules, feet on the floor, no kicking, hands in front.  No reaching back or trying to block me.  And as always, watch your mouth.  Crying and other noises are permissible, but no cursing or name-calling.  That will only earn you more.  You brought this on yourself by being late, so take it like the adult you are.”

“Yes Sir-,” her response was cut short by the first resounding smack from his open palm.  It was soon followed by another and another.  Dex immediately set up a rapid staccato rhythm as he covered every inch of her rounded behind with sharp, stinging smacks.  Elena’s initial moans turned to yelps and cries for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry, Sir.  I’ll do better, I promise.”

“I’ve heard that before.  In future, you will arrive at least fifteen minutes in advance of our appointments and will be stripped and ready for our scene.”  He continued paying attention to her upper thighs as he spoke.  His goal was her acquiescence and when she lay limp and submissive across his lap, he knew he had achieved it.  He stopped, rubbing his large hand over the warm, inflamed cheeks.  “There’s a good sub.  Now we can get on to the purpose of our meeting, yeah?” 

#Satspanks 13/9/13

I'm happy to report as I type that Friday the thirteenth has passed without catastrophe and by the time you all read this it should be Saturday the fourteenth. Now don't shake your heads and think, "Don't tell me she believes in that nonsense." This is Ireland. A country filled with lore, legend and superstition, so yes, I confess, Friday the thirteenth always makes me nervous.

So now onto a happier topic, Saturday Spankings!!!

I'm sharing a little snip from my WIP which may or not be entitled Mastering Maeve and indeed may or may not get published....watch this space!

How about a little non-con? Maeve lives and works in a small hotel in financial difficulty owned by her grandmother. They have American guests and one is considering investing in the hotel but before he gets that far Maeve's feisty temper gets the better of her....

“I’m the person who could have saved you and your grandmother from financial ruin, but right this minute I’m very glad I didn’t. Frankly, I don’t think anyone could fix your attitude, it’s all about you in your little head.”

Larry had just gone way too far for Maeve to tolerate. She lashed out and smacked him across his face, which was now bright red, a combination of anger and the handprint she had just left behind. Without as much as a word, he picked her up and carried her across to one of the old wooden desks, sat on it, and upended her across his lap. The light leggings she wore offered no protection as he started using his big hand as a paddle for her bottom.

“Don’t [smack] you [smack] ever [smack] raise [smack] your [smack] hand [smack] to me,[smack] young lady.[smack]”                      Maeve was too shell shocked to do anything other than yell.

Thank you for dropping by, please do comment, I'm dying to hear reactions to this story. And of course make sure you make the most of Saturday Spankings by visiting all of the entries, but don't blame me if they're too hot to handle!

Mary Wehr's Her Heart's Desire. Cade Reese and Sara put me in my box!

Stop the lights!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’ve just come over all a flutter because Cade, Reese and Sara have just come to visit with the lovely Mary Wehr. I pour five glasses of Irish Whiskey to loosen the tongues as this surely is a nerve wracking situation, for me anyway. Two firm  spanking men in the one room…

TF: “Welcome all, well nearly all, I have to admit I asked Mary to leave you behind Sara as I wanted to get these two hunks all to myself but it seems like Mary has some explaining to do…. Well, Mary what have you to say for yourself on that score?”

Sara gives me a look that would kill and sits in between Cade and Reese and puts a protective hand on each. Mary gives me a warning look that says “behave if you don’t want to get your hide whupped”- hell it’s almost an invitation when you see this pair but l’lI try to be good.

MW: *grins* Now, Tara, what woman wouldn’t want to be the filling between these two gorgeous men?

Sara arched a brow. “Don’t even think about adding another woman to this equation, my dear author of mine. You created these two hotties for me.”

TF: Well, I guess I’ll have to make the best of it. Boys, seems like you’ve been sharing women for a while until Sara called a halt. If you can remember back, what was it first prompted you to share the same woman? Cade, perhaps you might answer first

Cade: “I like to watch a woman being pleasured. It’s a huge turn on for me. Women were made to be loved, cherished AND properly disciplined when needed.” He tilted his head in his brothers’ direction. “Now Reese here is a lover not a disciplinarian. I’m the one to hold that title. A woman’s tears are his downfall.”

Reese reached around Sara and whacked his brother on the head. “Like you don’t get all tongue tied when a woman cries.” He winked. “I specialize in the aftercare, although I can dish out a spanking as well as Cade when our woman is naughty.”

Cade’s mouth twitched at Sara’s infuriated huff. “It was all fun and games but then Sara here captured my heart,” he said.  “I knew I was in it for the long haul and the only other man I’d trust not to hurt her is my brother.”

Reese pressed a kiss to Sara’s forehead. “There will be no other woman for me and I’m happy just knowing that if something happened to me Cade will see that she’s taken care of.”

Sara has loosened her grip on the two men, I can tell because her knuckles are no longer knotted and white. She really is quite lovely. I can see the appeal.  Reese is smiling and looking all relaxed as he sips on his Jameson, his long hair curling in under his collar. I’m tempted to lift it out but Cade can see how I’m eyeing his brother and boy, his look is so severe that I sit tight, but I gotta admit it makes me want to irk Cade so I get cheeky. (Silly really, I should be more observant of the fact that he hasn’t taken as much as one sip of his whiskey)

TF. Reese, considering all you boys had been through together, I’d imagine you must have been less than impressed when Cade announced he had a woman that he wouldn’t share. You must have felt he was being selfish.  What were your thoughts about him keeping a beaut like Sara all to himself?  Be honest now. We all know you fancied the pants off her.

Reese rubbed the back of his neck. “Whew, that’s a tough one.  I do remember Sara having a crush on Cade when we were younger and at that time we both saw her as a sister. She was a cute little minx in her pigtails.” He winced when Sara poked him in the ribs. “And a brat but it’s simple really. I love her enough to let her go even though I’d be the one left hurting.”

Cade is fuming now. His dark features are yet darker…I’m almost scared. Crap! I wish he’d take a drink and lighten up…I decide to avoid asking him anything yet and hone in on Sara who is enjoying watching me squirm and emboldened by the fiery liquid, she’s not hiding it. Hmm, I have just the stuff for her…

                                                                                                                                                   

TF. Sara, I know you had the hots for Reese as well as Cade. But Holy Cow! It must have been hard to drape yourself over Reese’s knee while Cade was there watching the action. What thoughts went through your head?

Sara: “Embarrassment, mortification, anger really that Cade would suggest such a thing but then I looked at Reese’s hard thighs and large hands and I was toast. I didn’t realize it at the time, but Cade was giving me a way out of a situation I had placed myself in.  I couldn’t keep going on the way I was. I wanted and needed both men in my life but the shame of what my mother had done left me feeling guilty.” She rubbed the side of her cheek on Cade’s muscled arm. “This man has the ability to know exactly what I need and when I need it.”

TF, Um, I know this is getting a bit personal Sara, but do you always um…do them together, or do you ever go one on one?

Sara lowered her head.  Cade placed his arm around her shoulders and hugged her close. He eyed Tara sternly. “Tara, you should be spanked for making our Sara blush.”

Sara jerked upright and shot her husband a glare. “Tara can get her own men to spank her, thank you very much.” She straightened her shoulders and raised her chin defiantly but there was a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “I like to snuggle between my guys but I love them both equally so there’s no problem if either of them wants some alone time with me.”

TF: Do neither of you boys get jealous if you’re left out?

Both men shook their heads. “Sara’s happiness is our main focus,” Cade replied. “If she desires some alone time with one of us there’s no hard feelings.”

TF, Sara, do you think you’ll ever share these two delicious specimens with another woman, or is it strictly one way only? (my heart thumps excitedly hoping for a favourable answer)

Sara shook her head vehemently. “As far as I’m concerned there will be no other woman in the picture.” She looked at Cade first then Reese. “Isn’t that right boys?”

TF. Mary, you shared a wonderful story in a very open way with us about these people’s rather unusual arrangement. I really enjoyed reading it. It was a hell of a sexy read.  How on earth did you find them and get them to agree to share?

“Both Cade and Reese were good men. They were searching for one woman to pleasure and love. A woman with Sara’s background was the perfect choice. Her mother left her in the hands of an alcoholic father and a bible thumpin’ aunt.

TF: Guys and Gals, thanks so much for visiting. Sara, to tell the truth, I’m really glad you came along too!

Sara: “Thank you for having us on your blog, Tara.”

I understand Mary is generously letting me share a little excerpt on the blog today. Read it for yourselves to find out what a hot book this is. And if you like what you see be sure to click the buy links and grab a copy. I totally recommend it.  5 out of 5 stars from me.

Book Blurb:
Will the shame of her mother's betrayal prevent Sara from having her heart's desire?

Sara Martin spent her life longing for two things—less responsibility and the boy next door. When Cade Dalton finally noticed her, she was thrilled. But when he suggested a threesome with his brother, she knew the rumors she'd heard were true—Cade and Reese Dalton shared women, something Sara despised. Her mother had chosen a life of sordid sex with two men over her marriage, leaving a broken ten-year-old girl behind. No way was Sara going down that road. She was happy to comply with Cade's dominant tendencies, but she would not stand for any "sharing" in the relationship.

To her surprise, Cade agreed to give up his lifestyle in order to be with her. He swore to never again bring up the idea of a threesome, insisting that having Sara as his wife—and the Head of Household arrangement they'd come to—was more than enough to make him happy.

But six months into the marriage Sara's brother-in-law was beginning to look mighty fine. She regretted passing on the chance to be between the two sexy Dalton brothers, but after her violent reaction to Cade's suggestion she was too ashamed to admit she had changed her mind. And too ashamed to admit she wanted the same sordid lifestyle her mother had chosen.

Content Warning: strong language, spanking, and graphic sex, including anal sex

Excerpt:

“Babe, where do you think you’re going? I’m not finished with you yet.”

Perched on the edge of the bed, Sara Dalton slipped into her robe and tied the sash loosely around her waist. She peered over her shoulder and arched a brow in question. “I was planning on grabbing a quick shower before starting the coffee.” Her gaze traveled freely over her husband’s body. The satin bedsheets outlined every scrumptious bulge and bump. Arousal coiled deep in her belly and her mouth grew dry. “Why? Did you have something else in mind?”

Stupid question. As a teenager, Cade Dalton had girls hanging on his every word. At thirty-five, he was still a veritable fucking machine. Sex was never far from this man’s mind. She had been jealous of those girls so many years ago, but he’d made it clear on more than one occasion that he considered her more like a sister. Now she was his wife.

A jolt of awareness pinched her nipples. Her husband was clearly in the mood for another bout of morning sex. A severely sprained wrist wasn’t going to keep him from his favorite pastime. Naughty thoughts invaded her head. She’d tease him a teeny tiny bit and hopefully bring out that inner Dom she loved so much.

Sara slid from the warm cocoon of blankets and sashayed over to Cade’s side of the bed. Perfect. His chocolate brown eyes were focused solely on the area between her legs. Even though moisture oozed from her aching pussy and dribbled down her inner thighs she managed what she hoped was a serene, innocent smile.

“Baby, you need to take care of your hand.” She trailed her fingers lightly over the pulse bouncing up and down at his wrist. “The doctor told you just a few more days and you’ll be good as new.”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the bedsheet tent near his groin. He was packing an erection. Her mouth watered. Sucking on that long, hard piece of flesh was her favorite pastime.

Buy links

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#SatSpanks 6/9/13

Saturday...coffee, computer and corner time...the corner time is self imposed, I'm there with the computer and hoping if I shrink myself into a tiny little ball my family won't notice I exist until I've read all the hot excerpts that await without interruption ;)

I've just submitted Mastering Maeve (title may change) to the publisher and I'm crossing my fingers that it will be accepted and I'll be bombarding you with it over the next few weekends, so I thought I'd give My Naughty Little Secret one last chance to shine.

The story so far... Siobhan and Michael have met at work and started dating. Siobhan reveals a desire to be spanked for discipline and Michael agrees. They've been dating a while and Siobhan knows that everything is not quite what it seems with him. She tries to get to the bottom of it all but he wants to defer telling her the truth until she has returned from a weekend in Ireland as he really doesn't want her to have time to brood alone. She returns to Ireland convinced that they have no future. First of all she doesn't answer Michael's texts to confirm she's arrived safely and secondly she is a tiny bit indiscrete with a male friend so she is feeling exceptionally guilty; therefore compliant.
Not even knowing about her indiscretion, Michael is raging about her ignoring his texts and even though the Irish sea is separating them, he feels she should be punished by telephone. (Let's hope he never finds out about the more serious infraction!)
Here's what happens...

I thrust my finger as instructed and circled my clit with my thumb until the increased moisture foretold my impending orgasm; I could feel my knees go like jelly and I leaned against the outdated avocado green bathroom sink. My breathing quickened and just as I came, I could hear Michael barking his instruction down the phone.

“Now quickly, take your finger out and insert it in your anus.”

I spluttered and protested, but Michael was having none of it.

“Just do it, NOW,” he commanded in a voice that I didn’t dare refuse, even if the Irish Sea was separating us. I moved my hand back and with considerable discomfort inserted my finger in my bottom; from my disturbed breathing, Michael knew I had complied.

“Good girl; we’ll talk about this when you get back, you are to be panty-less when I meet you.” He hung up without another word. 


I hope you enjoyed looking in on naughty Siobhan's very naughty punishment. Enjoy the rest of the blog-hop. the links are below. Have a great weekend all.

Blurb and Buy Links

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