Rare

  The paddle felt cool against her skin. She was trying to get a mental picture of its dimensions when he drew back and it landed  with a sharp splat. It took a fraction of a second for her bottom cheeks to convey their outrage to her brain.  She yelped, like she had been branded and tried to twist away. With his left hand between her shoulder blades he held her still and delivered another fiery smack.   “Honey, stop! Stop please. It really hurts.”It didn’t feel like any spanking she’d had before. It felt like she’d been stung by a dozen bees all at at once.  Tears began to  gather in the corners of her eyes.  The sting was unbearable. “It’s a paddling, It is supposed to hurt, it’s the point.” She refused to lay back down quietly,”What is that?...

Perfectly Roasted

 Cass has travelled to Slicktrench Alaska to research huckleberries for her cooking blog. After forgetting the safety rules that her guide, the oh so handsome Killian  had insisted upon, she found herself getting  a furiously smacked bottom. Later, when they have both cooled down a bit: For the first time since she had met him he didn’t seem entirely at ease. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” She didn’t have to ask him what he was talking about. She could suddenly remember his palm on her flesh.  “No,” she reassured him. “You startled me. But no, I’m not hurt” His confidence returned, ”You more than startled me. I was thinking that I wouldn’t get to you in time, and then getting you to a hospital might take too long.”  He shook his head,”it was terrible.” She should be...

Saturday Spanks and the Perfect Height

In Rendered, Cass and Killian are in Chicago-  She is filming a cooking show and he is working at the National Science Museum.  They are in his office when he tells her to bend over a stool- She couldn’t contain her smile. “Perfect height for what?” He chuckled as he drew her closer to him and unbuckled the belt at her waist. “Perfect height for us,” he whispered. She found herself bent over the stool. “Grab the rung, baby,” he whispered. She reached farther down to do as she was told. She felt Killian’s flank press into her. He still had his jeans buttoned up. This could only mean one thing—she was about to be spanked. Was she ever. There was no lecture, only encouragement, “God damn, baby, you are so beautiful,” he began. The spanking was hard and fast...

WIP it up Wednesday

In Guarded, my WIP- Liza cox, PhD is a restorer of historic pieces of art.  Giving into the desires she has kept under wraps all of her life she ventures onto “Spankchatcity”.   She quickly falls for one of the other visitors. Do we ever know who we meet online?  It’s a funny spanking romance with a HEA: She refused to be ashamed of her desires any longer. She looked him full in  the face, let go of his hand and laid herself over his lap.  He stroked her hair. “What a brave girl you are, “ he whispered.   She was willing herself to breathe.  HIs hand roamed down over her shoulder rubbing between the taut blades.  He stayed there until they began to relax and moved his hand further down her back. Over the ribs,  massaging her waist.  He rested a...

Saturday Spanks and the Surrender

      Our favorite food blogger with a hunky dominant husband from Alaska is back!!(how many of them can there be??) Cass and Killian are in Chicago while Cass films a food show.  As always, there’s love, humor, and plenty of bottom warmings… He moved the smacks all over her bottom, hard and fast. She tried to control her breathing, to relax into it. To surrender. How could something you wanted so much be so hard to do? Her ass was getting hot and it was getting harder not to squirm. She was beginning to think she couldn’t take anymore when he suddenly stopped. He helped her stand. He kissed along her neck. He stripped her. Efficiently and quietly. Not a word was spoken. Her shirt and bra were tossed onto the chair. Skirt yanked down. Panties...

Saturday Spanks and the Bathbrush of Doom

Wordlessly, he bent his wife forward and firmly wrapped his left arm around her waist. He roughly thrust her coat and skirt over her shoulders and lit into her with the bath brush. All things considered, it was probably in her best interests that she couldn’t catch her breath enough to give voice to her thoughts, because her first thought was “mother fucker !” He didn’t let up for a second, she was scrabbling with her arms trying to get her hand back to protect her bottom. Her toes tattooed the tile floor, unable to get a foothold solid enough to wrench herself away. After about thirty very hard swats, Killian suddenly stopped, put the brush under his arm and marched her to the bed. Usually.Killian lectured her while h e corrected her. He hadn’t...