Friday, October 24, 2014

#SaturdaySpankings with Jessie



You know how when friends move away you start out great, calling or writing them, but after a time correspondence starts to slip?

And when you talk to them again, you remember how much you loved them.

Okay, maybe it's just me. I'm feeling nostalgic lately. I've been touching bases with my old friend Jessie. You might remember her, she was around for a while a couple years ago. Well, she felt like I'd slight her somehow by moving on without her. I started reading some of her stuff and remembered how in love with her and Gabe I was.

So, if  you haven't met them, you will want to do that. Gabe is a really old-fashioned guy. Jessie's a brat, but they love each other, and Gabe--well, let's just say that he knows how to keep Jessie in line.

I'll give you an example, call it Saturday Spankings or whatever you like. ;)


~~~~~
 “Here,” she said as she grabbed his hands and shoved her phone and keys into them. “You better take these and hide them from me.”
            “No,” he tried to put them back into her hands, but she kept her hands balled tight, shaking her head. He finally put them on the buffet, then he pulled Jessie into his arms again.
            “Jessie, I am not taking them from you. You have a choice to make. I am not forcing you, you have to decide to obey me. I love you. I won’t force you. Every time you think about using them, you will have to decide to obey me instead. It is your choice.” He pushed her away softly so he could see her face. She had big puddles in her eyes again. He knew she was having a battle within herself and she needed time to think. He leaned toward her and kissed her lips softly. Then he turned and walked out the door with a quick I’ll see you at lunch.

Tough Choice

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00902E7QM?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B00902E7QM&linkCode=xm2&tag=cddforlif-20
It hadn't taken Jessie long to figure out that Gabe was the one for her. After all, she'd practically begged him to marry her. Now that they were married, though, Gabe has started laying down rules and asking Jessie to start making some tough choices. What's a girl to do when she has to choose between her credit cards and a spanking?

But really, Jessie soon wonders, who lives like that nowadays? She loves Gabe, but is it worth it? When Gabe asks Jessie to stick with it for a year and see if it doesn't make their marriage stronger, she knows that she has to make some hard decisions. What will she choose, and what will her choices cost her?

NOTE:
This story contains both consensual and non-consensual spankings, including domestic discipline in a contemporary setting. If such material offends you, please do not buy this book!

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Truth and a Lie, Wk. 26

If you are just joining us, Here is the format-
One Truth, One Lie (you figure out which is which) 

So, last time I told you- I have a new found addiction: sherbert. I could eat pears all day, everyday.

The Truth is- I have a very serious case of sherbert addiction. It started when I realized that sherbert is low fat. It turns out its bad to eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. :)

 I hate pears with all of my being.


Oh - so now for this week's Truth and a Lie~ I am not an introvert, although I've been accused of it. I can play the piano.



Remember to come back next Thursday for the answer. 

Now if you want to pick up my previous Truth and a Lie series, they are tucked away in these posts.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Truth and a Lie- Wk. 25

If you are just joining us, Here is the format-
One Truth, One Lie (you figure out which is which) 

So, last time I told you- I hate my office. My office is actually in a closet. 

The Truth is- My office is in a huge closet. Okay, so not so huge, but I do kind of love it. 

Oh - so now for this week's Truth and a Lie~ I have a new found addiction: sherbert. I could eat pears all day, everyday.



Remember to come back next Thursday for the answer. 

Now if you want to pick up my previous Truth and a Lie series, they are tucked away in these posts.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Author spotlight, Thianna D with Chemistry of Attraction

Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.
Chemistry of Attraction
By Thianna D


First, I think we all want to know Thianna better. I don't know if you are aware, but she is the master-mind behind the Corbin's Bend series. If you haven't checked out CB you have to go over there and look into the community. There is also an interview of Thianna here. For now, I was able to sneak in one quick question.


Are you like any of your heroines?

Am I like some of my heroines? LOL Oh, yes, and some of my heroes or even my secondary characters. I put a bit of myself into every book I write. In my Corbin’s Bend book Chemistry of Attraction, Dina and I have a lot in common. We are both highly intelligent women who tend to spend more of our time in our studies and in learning than in interacting. And while I’m artistic while she’s scientific, her insistence that she just kind find any men smart enough for her is one of my issues. Another thing we share is a mind that will not shut off. Thinkingconstantly thinking. At least in Chemistry of Attraction, I gave her one through her man, Brandon. I so need a shut-off valve. The last time I was flogged, the man was doing his best and I was standing there going over lists in my head. Yeah, it wasn’t a very fulfilling scene.



Chenistry of Attraction
http://www.thiannad.com/2014/09/chemistry-of-attraction.html
Retired Marine Brandon Delt, moves to Corbin’s Bend after his recently divorced wife marries his cousin. Tired of living a non-discipline lifestyle, he fully welcomes the openness of the Corbin’s Bend spanking community. One day he hopes to meet the woman he could make his TiH. He doesn’t expect to meet her on day one.


Carodine Minor’s just in Corbin’s Bend for the summer. Just graduated with her master’s degree in chemistry, Dina isn’t sure of her next step in life. Not once has she ever considered being spanked. Logical woman that she is, when she finds herself intrigued by the idea of a hand across her derriere, she asks for a demonstration from Brandon. One demo turns into a wild night of passion neither wants to let go of.


Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.


Excerpt:
There was a momentary silence and then one of his hands rested on her lower back and the other lifted. Slap! His hand came down harder than this afternoon, heat sizzling in its wake. Before she even felt the warmth that bloomed from it, he hit her other cheek. Back and forth he went, covering her entire derriere with hard slaps until her entire rear end felt like a light sunburn.
But she didn’t care. Each smack of his hand lit up something inside of her, something primal, raw, animalistic. Arching her back, she growled softly when his hand slammed right between her cheeks. Each slap produced its own sound, but she barely heard them, her left brain utterly fascinated by the sounds coming out of her own mouth. When his hand came down on that sensitive crease between buttocks and thighs, her logical brain blanked out. What remained was wanton, needy, and craving everything the man at her side could give her.
“More!” she cried out as he hit her sit spot again. Her entire body felt like a coiled spring and she so wanted to be sprung. All she needed was just a few more. Just a few more. Please, just a few more.
Brandon had other plans. “Spread your legs,” he commanded and she rushed to obey, not wanting him to stop. “Fuck, you’re so wet, beauty,” he murmured, the fingers of his spanking hand drifting between her legs, stroking along her clit and delving into her core.
“More,” she whimpered as those wonderfully strong, large fingers began to fuck her, rubbing against something that made her arch more and let out a low keen. So close. She was so close. It wouldn’t take much more to send her over. Damn, he—
Smack!
As his hand that had been on her lower back came down right on her rump, the world exploded. Lights burst in front of her eyes even as her cunt spasmed and she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Her muscles clenched and squeezed, pulling her through the roughest orgasm she had ever felt.
And it wasn’t over yet.






Thursday, October 9, 2014

Truth and a Lie- Wk 24

If you are just joining us, Here is the format-
One Truth, One Lie (you figure out which is which) 

So, last time I told you- I would like to move to Florida. I would like to move to Virginia. 

The Truth is- I don't want to move to Florida. If I had to move, I'd pick VA. :)

Oh - so now for this week's Truth and a Lie~ I hate my office. My office is actually in a closet. 



Remember to come back next Thursday for the answer. 

Now if you want to pick up my previous Truth and a Lie series, they are tucked away in these posts.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Author Spotlight, Loose Morals by Darling Adams (Renee Rose)

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00NRIEGAW?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B00NRIEGAW&linkCode=xm2&tag=cddforlif-20
Darling Adams
Genre:  paranormal erotic (BDSM)
Publisher:  Baronet Press
Date of Publication:  Oct. 1, 2014
Number of pages:  140
Word Count:   approx 40K
Blurb:
When Sasha Deschamps unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home from work, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t get rid of. The dominant immortal demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she has performed an act of magick, one which she does not know how to even begin.
Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover over one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty witchling, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.
Emotionally detached to the point of amorality, his motto has been “friendly with many, close to none”, but he finds himself falling for Sasha, believing he might be able to trust a woman again. When he discovers she is actually the reincarnated witch who cursed him, though, his world turns on end. Can he believe she has returned to his life to heal the rift between them? Or will he walk away from her again, as he did so many years ago?
Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.
Available at Amazon  Amazon UK
Excerpt:
He flashed into her bedroom, materializing on the edge of her bed in a casual, observer’s pose, one leg crossed over the opposite knee. He would watch her undress, just to remind her who was in charge.
Sasha had her back to him, her shirt off, revealing the ropy muscles of her slender back. She unbuttoned her pants and shucked them, tossing them in the hamper. She had simple gray cotton panties on, but they couldn’t look more erotic to him, clinging to her muscular ass, showing enough cheek to thicken his cock.
She turned and shrieked when she saw him, clutching her pajama top to her chest. “W-what are you doing here?”
He gave a lazy shrug. “Watching the show.” He expected fury. He craved it, really.
Instead she stood stock still, and rubbed her lips together, her breastbone lifting and lowering at a rapid pace. Oh Lord. She was turned on. “Get out,” she said, but her voice held no conviction. She might have said, “Take me to bed.”
“You don’t need to put that on,” he said, indicating the pajama top. “I don’t mind sleeping with you that way.”
“You...” she spat. “You aren’t sleeping with me.” She blinked at him. “I don’t want you in here,” she said petulantly.
“Your scent tells me differently.”
She snapped her eyes to his. “What?”
“Admit it, Sasha. Your naughty parts are tingling right now.”
A flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. “What do you want from me?” she demanded.
“Come here,” he said softly, holding his breath. Her feet began to move and he celebrated the tiny victory. When she drew close enough, he snatched her top from her hands, dropping it on the floor.
She jerked in surprise and covered her breasts with her forearms.
He gripped her wrists and pulled her arms away from her chest, pinning them down by her sides. “You have a lovely pair of breasts,” he said, his fangs lengthening.
He smelled the fresh bloom of her arousal and wondered if it came from his words, the physical restraint or the sight of his fangs growing long for her.
“Please,” she managed to say, her voice cracking.
He lifted his eyes from his study of her breasts to her face.
“Please, Charlie…”
He tugged her closer. “Please what?”
“Please don’t do this,” she pleaded. “Please let me go.”
“I like it when you beg,” he said softly.
The scent of desire grew stronger. “Please.”
He released her wrists and yanked her panties to her knees. “Go stand in the corner with your hands clasped above your head.”
Her thighs twitched together, and he watched in fascination as a droplet of moisture trickled onto her thigh.
He brought his hand across her ass with a sharp slap, making her jump. “Now, Sasha,” he ordered. He had no idea if she would obey. If she did, it would be out of desire, rather than fear.
When she shuffled to the corner, with her panties around her knees and stood there, interlacing her fingers over her head, his cock throbbed. She wanted him. Or rather, she wanted this.
He made an approving rumble in his throat. He traced behind her and ran his palm over her ass. Then he smacked her hard on one cheek.
Ow!”
He slapped the other cheek. She shivered, her breath short.
“You like being spanked by me,” he observed.
She dropped her arms and tried to whirl around, but he caught her wrists and pinned them against the wall with one hand.
He delivered another stinging slap to each cheek, then began to pick up tempo, until she danced under the steady barrage of slaps raining down. He sensed her willingness to endure the pain waning and he stopped, rubbing her heated flesh. “You look good in pink,” he said.
“Why,” she panted, “why do you do this?”
He softened his touch, making it more like a caress now, soothing the sting away. “To teach you to obey.” She stiffened, but he pressed his body against hers and murmured in her ear. “You surrendered to me. Why?”
“You made me,” she said through clenched teeth.
No, Sasha,” he breathed in her ear. “I think you were curious. You want to know what happens next, don’t you?” When she didn’t answer, he repeated the question, with a sharper tone. “Don’t you?”
She still didn’t answer.
He slapped her ass.
“Yes,” she gasped.
Her admission flooded his chest with the warmth of success. He caressed her backside, his fingers trailing up her inner thighs. She stiffened in shock when they brushed her swollen sex. She clamped her legs together as if to keep him out.
“Come, Sasha. You and I both know you aren’t serious about that.”
About the Author:
Darling Adams is a naughty author who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance, submission and power exchanges.
She also writes spanking romance under the name Renee Rose.
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Thursday, October 2, 2014

Truth and a Lie- Wk. 23

If you are just joining us, Here is the format-
One Truth, One Lie (you figure out which is which) 

If you remember back that far, you will remember that I changed Truth and A Lie. It used to be included in Friday's Fabulous Five, but I  gave Truth and a Lie it's own day on Thursdays.

So, last time I told you- My last spanking was for spending too much money. If I had to choose one food for the rest of my life I'd choose green peppers. 

The Truth is- My last spanking was for spending too much. :( I hate green peppers they burn my mouth and give me blisters.

Oh - so now for this week's Truth and a Lie~ I would like to move to Florida. I would like to move to Virginia. 



Remember to come back next Thursday for the answer. 

Now if you want to pick up my previous Truth and a Lie series, they are tucked away in these posts.