by Korey Mae Johnson
When I decided to write an age play story in March, I felt immediately like I was out of my league. Age play was still very “taboo” for me, which is saying a lot—I work with some pretty naughty stories and I’m all but desensitized to so much of spanking literature. I couldn’t talk about it with people, and I’ve met absolutely tons of people who do age play. Still, the mention of it always turned my ears red and set my heart racing.
I used to go as far as flatly saying I didn’t like it, didn’t agree with the lifestyle, simply because it made me feel so nervous every time I was exposed to it. Now, I did like reading about it—I didn’t like that I felt ashamed about liking it.
I decided to explore it more and write an age play because I wanted to address something that I felt strongly about and wanted to learn more about. I wanted to know why it made me nervous, and excited, and to get to the depths of this blossoming kink. Before writing the book, all I had done was go to a seminar on age play, read a couple of books about the lifestyle, read some others’ age play literature, and then of course, I scoured the internet for everything I could learn. There’s still so much I don’t know, but at the end of the day, I did learn one very important thing:
Age play is broad. There’s no “right” or “wrong”. Some spankos don’t like to be spanked in little form, some like to role play as babies, some as children, some as teenaged schoolgirls. Some like it as a simple stress relief and some like using it in their sex play.
In my first age play story, Being Their Baby, a lot of the focus is using age play as a lifestyle (rather than a scene before sex), and using it in a sexual manner. I was nervous about it—I was sure that I’d get a lot of flak from the people who don’t role play their own scenes in a very sexual way. Luckily, I was pleasantly surprised by my wrongness. I’m beginning to see that a lot of people are really drawn in by the idea of ageplay, and everyone for their own reasons. The age players were so utterly supportive of me on my quest to try out this kink in my own stories and even my own life, to do it at my own pace and to do it in the way that I felt was right for me.
I didn’t think I’d ever play with ageplay in real life, although I was always drawn into age play books. Then, I was heading out of a popular spanking party (Boardwalk Badness Weekend), and I was still going through conversations I had with a couple of my play partners about age play, and grudging how I was too nervous to even get into any deep conversations about the subject with people that enjoy it. Grudgingly, I said to my husband, James, “I don’t think I could ever do age play. I’m horrible at acting like a ‘little’.”
James raised his eyebrow at me and smirked and said, “Honey, the only thing that separates you from a little is that you don’t call me ‘Daddy’.”
I thought about this, stunned. He was right. My husband tends to coddle me. He supports me and tries to always help me improve myself in a positive direction, guiding me like a child. He cuddles me every night, he tucks me in if he can’t go to bed at the same time, he makes me take naps and makes sure I eat right and even makes and goes in with me to all of my doctor’s appointments. He’s always made my happiness and well-being his first priority.
Somehow, that was an icebreaking moment for me. I looked at him, “Uh… Do you want me to call you ‘Daddy’ sometime?” I was dry-mouthed with my own husband. I asked it as if I was teasing him, as if he of course wouldn’t want me actually calling him that.
Again he smirked, “Yeah,” he merely said, and drove out of the parking lot. After that, we sat their quietly in the car. I had no guts to continue on with the conversation.
After that, he started to constantly call me ‘Babygirl’, although he was very patient with me calling him ‘Daddy’. I couldn’t get the word out of my mouth for another six weeks. I became bolder, whinier, but calling him ‘Daddy’ always put a blush to my cheeks. One of the things he delights in now is taking me to public places and forcing me to answer his question with ‘Yes, Daddy’ or ‘No, Daddy’. James loves to see me blush. He loves how extremely submissive and awkward I become when he forces me to go into littledom.
When writing the book, I was definitely aware of the power of the words used in play. Words and titles like ‘Daddy’ or ‘Uncle’ or ‘Mommy/Mama’ really slap someone into a mindset very quickly, at least in my experience. It’s not easy to get used to using those titles with someone, and I feel like it bestows a sort of power onto them, and it was a first step for me. I think that when James treats me as a ‘little’ and I call him ‘Daddy’, the rest of the play actually just happens.
In my age play story, the heroine Sophie is a vanilla girl who is merely exposed to a ménage relationship and then treated by these partners as a little. Slowly but surely, Sophie began to fulfill the role that was cut out for her, and it just happens. Honestly, I wrote that even though I had never felt that sensation myself. I had only hoped that one day that would happen to me—if I was treated enough like a little, then I would finally come into my ‘inner little’.
There’re definitely a lot of people in the age play community that don’t have that problem—they can find their inner little just fine on their own, and come into it very quickly. I was really worrying since writing the book, and during the time I was writing the book, that I was writing about a process that wasn’t realistic and didn’t often happen.
I just went to my first age play party yesterday, and I was reminded that becoming ‘little’ for so many ladies seemed as natural as breathing for them, while I felt like I had to drop into it slowly. My husband/’Daddy’ helped by pulling me onto his lap, kissing my forehead, cuddling and coloring with me in a coloring book. Somehow, with seeing so many littles around me and being so cared for by James made his ‘Daddy’ role finally really strike me, and at the same time, my role was finally just realized. I dropped right into the play and was playing on the rug with Breanna and Nikki Hayse, who were also in attendance, in no time at all. It actually all clicked into place.
I’m going to sum up my rambling about my experiences with age play here:
Age play not something you need to do a certain way. There’re a million directions you can go with it (if you want to experience it), and there’s tons of way to get there. If it’s a fantasy of yours, then how you approach it and play with it is completely up to you. Nobody can tell you how to do it.
Secondly, be patient with people who don’t like age play, or don’t understand it. Like all fetishes, it’s something that people need to chew on for a while. Don’t let people’s objections hold you back, and don’t pay any mind to opinions what might change with the passing of time.
Korey Mae Johnson has written five full-length novels, four novellas (two of which were included in two-book collections with other authors), and two short stories (which were included in anthologies).
She co-owns Stormy Night Publications with her husband, James, and has been publishing spanking eBooks for six years. She”s been writing spanking stories since she could hold a pen and she and James practice DD in their relationship. She currently resides in Albuquerque, NM.
I suppose I’ve answered my own question—it’s such a possessive move and so intimate. There’s also something primal about it. That whole caveman thing, I suppose.
In Lady Katherine’s Comeuppance, Lady Katherine has long dark hair which is the subject of much of Lord Winchester’s attention.
Here are a couple of excerpts where Lady Katherine’s hair got some good tuggin’. Enjoy!
His hands moved to her hair and began to remove the pins holding her tresses in place. He somehow managed to remove the pins in such a manner that her hair fell all at one time into long shimmering cascades down her back. When he stroked his hands the length of her hair her mouth went dry while her lady parts became instantly damp. “Shall I tell you a secret?” he asked, his voice a rasp of husky desire. She nodded. “The first day I arrived in London, I walked into this house unannounced and heard you talking in the parlor to a friend of yours.”
Her eyes, which had begun to droop with the sensuous feel of his hands on her hair, flew open and she strained to recollect the substance of their conversation. As though he had read her thoughts he filled in the missing information for her. “It sounded to me as though you planned to use your feminine wiles to convince me not to turn you out on the street.”
Her mouth gaped and she wondered what he intended to say, and do, next.
He picked up a hairbrush—her hairbrush—and stroked the bristles through her locks in a sensual caress.
“I was about to storm into the room and tell you what I thought of your plan, but when I looked around the corner of the door and saw you,” he paused and looked into the mirror to hold her gaze, “all I could think about was that I hoped you would.”
Katherine exhaled and smiled at him. “Really?”
“Yes.” He grasped her hair in a hank and tipped her head back, exposing her throat to the warmth of his breath as he whispered against her quivering flesh. “My other all-pervasive thought was my overwhelming desire to do this—” whereupon he buried his hand in the hair at the back of her head, turned her until their lips met and kissed her. Softly at first, his hand in her hair, masterfully holding her in place, then his mouth commanded hers to open. His tongue danced with hers and she responded to the invitation. Flames of desire built and spiraled throughout her body.
[The next day, Lady Katherine recollects events from the night before.]
Katherine, bracing herself against the chair and staring into the mirror at her own passion filled expression could see Thomas, also bereft of clothing, as he stood behind her. His broad chest glistening with perspiration, his eyes enflamed with desire.
Desire for her.
He held her hair entwined through his fingers like a silken set of reins as he penetrated her feminine core from behind.
She had never felt so exposed. So vulnerable. And yet, so womanly. Her back arched and her pebbled nipples brushed against the chair as Thomas used her tresses to control her
movements while he thrust deep, so deep, into her.
In the mirror, she watched Thomas’ face contort with ecstasy. His obvious pleasure intensified her own. She strained against the dominance of his hold on her hair, her body writhing, her knees nearly buckling. Her grip on the chair her only lifeline as she soared higher and higher on the wings of pleasure.
Until finally, totally and completely, she gave herself over to the pleasure, to him, to his domination.
Her own moans were drowned out by those coming from behind her. She watched both their faces in the mirror as the two of them exploded in a shattering orgasm.
Lady Katherine’s Comeuppance is available at Amazon, Amazon UK, and Barnes and Noble.
Blurb: The House of Winchester is set on its ear when Thomas, a distant cousin of the recently deceased earl, arrives to assume his role as Lord Winchester. In addition to an elegant London home and a luxurious country estate, Thomas “inherits” Lady Katherine, the widow of the former earl. Lady Katherine, herself the daughter of an earl, is horrified that a barbaric American will not only be the new lord of the manor, but also responsible for her future support and livelihood. Lady Katherine is determined to maintain her position in society and equally determined to ignore the brash American. That is, until their passions override their good judgment.
When a scandal erupts and forces them to marry, Thomas uses both tenderness and discipline to prepare his wife to face society and regain her good name. Will this fine English Lady surrender to the American?
This is day 11 of the As Natural As Breathing Book Blog Tour. Have you been reading along? If not, you can find
There are many ways one can write spanking (though we, as writers, do tend to criss-cross two of them quite often.) Sexual spanking and domestic discipline are the two I write about in my new book As Natural As Breathing. This book is the first in a series about two amazing men and the beginning of their relationship.
Logan, one of our two heroes, was brought up in a domestic discipline home. So, not only was he familiar with and accepting of spanking as discipline, but after he entered college, he accepted that spanking was a fetish for him and as a sexual top; there was nothing he loved more than to paint an ass a bright red. Also, he was a member of a very close, very loving family and he understood that much of that was based on the DD principles his parents put in place before he was born. Knowing that, he fully intends to have the same kind of relationship with the man he settles down with.
Christian knew nothing of domestic discipline or spanking – except for the fact he craved spanking as long as he could remember – and while he was not sure of the DD side of things, once he and Logan started down their fetish side, he was more than happy to follow Logan’s lead. After all, when a wonderful man could give him that much pleasure and knew so much more than Christian did, he was willing to go wherever Logan led…well, almost.
In this excerpt (I’ve giving you an extra-long one today), Logan has taken Christian into his first adult store and they are looking at spanking implements. Logan does a little teaching while he introduces his partner to the plethora of possibilities.
Christian’s mouth dropped open as toys of every make and size appeared before his eyes. “Holy fuck,” he muttered. His eyes alighted on the sexy outfits and he snickered. “I’m not interested in wearing any of those.” He waved at a slutty nurse uniform.
Logan smirked. “Oh, I don’t know. Your cock would stick out nicely from the bottom.”
“Shut it,” Christian snickered, slapping him on the arm as he continued walking through the store.
The impact toys drew Christian’s attention and they walked over and began to go through them. He was woefully uninformed about each item, so Logan educated him as to how each implem
ent might feel. “For instance, in the canes there are three main types. Wood, wood covered in leather, and acrylic. The thin bendy wooden ones like this,” he pulled out a bamboo cane, “Will hurt like fuck and leave a welt if hit hard enough. The leather doesn’t hurt as badly as just the wood, but it still has bend in it, so the snap will sting. The acrylic has no give so it will sting less, but you will feel it for longer.”
He put them back and picked up a couple paddles. “Make of the paddle does not make as much difference as density and circumference. The larger the item, the larger the area it will hit, and it will actually hurt less at the moment of impact. Air resistance,” he explained at Christian’s confused look. “If you grab
a paddle like this…” He held up an aluminum one with tons of holes. “It will sting and burn like crazy because there is little air resistance.” He picked up a paddle that resembled a fly swatter. “Sting, sting, sting because of no air resistance at all.”
“How did you learn so much? Besides what your dad told you, I mean.”
Grinning, Logan picked up a large black leather paddle. “Dad gave me some great advice when I told him that spanking was more than just punishment for me, that it had become a major fetish. He said I should test anything I wanted to use on someone else on myself first just to know how it basically felt. Thi
s,” he slapped it on his hand, creating a very nice sound across the room, “is one of my favorites. It has a great sound, has tons of residual ache and heats up the skin nicely.” He handed it to Christian to check out. “Depending on the pain threshold of the one receiving the spanking, you can mix and match some of the implements to increase the pain or to just create such a mixture of sensations that they fly.”
“Fly?” Confusion crossed Christian’s face.
“People call it different things. In the BDSM world, it’s called subspace. Basically, the endorphins brought on by the pain and pleasure overload the bottom a bit and they float in a space where they are quite happy. Most of the bottoms I know who aren’t masochists live for it.”
“What do the masochistic bottoms live for?”
“The ultimate pain.”
“I don’t think I wanted to know that,” Christian admitted, turning a little green.
As Natural As Breathing
Genre: Gay Spanking Romance
For Christian Darringer, life isn’t worth living. Just back from the Middle East; scarred and with permanent damage to one leg, he does not think anyone will want him for anything. Meeting a gorgeous man he finds himself thinking about constantly is not in his plans. Pulled toward the startling younger man with striking blue eyes, he begins to question a lot of things – especially his sexuality. Not one to hide from a challenge, he plunges ahead only to find himself more than just attracted to Logan who is full of life and joy, he finds himself head over heels in love.
Logan Mannette has almost everything he ever wanted: loving parents, happiness, friends and security. The only thing missing is finding the love of his life, a love that is just like his parents’. When he meets Christian at a party, everything changes. Instantly attracted, he does his best to help this sad man and quickly finds himself feeling more than he has ever felt before. Raised in a domestic discipline household, he holds that ideal as what he wants but his interest in spanking became a fetish and when Christian admits that he wants to be spanked, Logan believes he might have found the perfect man.
Just as everything begins for them, Christian’s past intercedes and one of his brothers makes waves about him dating a man. If it weren’t for Logan’s support, he might fold; but with the love of one amazing man, Christian finds that living his life rather than just existing is as natural as breathing.
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For Thianna D, reading and writing are as important as breathing and far more important than math or science. A storyteller from the time she could speak, she was always making up characters as a kid. As a teenager that turned to sci-fi and fantasy, as an adult to romance. It wasn’t until her fourth decade that she began writing erotic scenes within her stories.
Writing M/M came naturally to her; she wrote her first tale before ever having read one. “There is something about the amazing dynamic between two strong men falling in love and defeating anything thrown at them.” While she had written several BDSM stories involving men, As Natural As Breathing was the first full-length novel involving domestic discipline.
You can find out more of what is going on with her at:
p>Thanks so much for letting me borrow your readers, Spanking Romance Reviews! Under the name Emily Tilton I write a hybrid spanking/BDSM project that I call EXPLORATIONS. It”s kind of a serial, and kind of a series, and kind of a chunked-out novel (think Dickens! ;)).
Most of EXPLORATIONS (so far, at least) concerns the early married life of a fantasy version of me and my husband, called fantasy-Emily and fantasy-Charles. The story begins with their wedding-night, and so far has carried them through to the early months of their marriage.
Two things make EXPLORATIONS unique, in my own view.
1. Me, in italics, telling the story of telling the story. Most importantly, because the story in Roman type is an elaboration of my darkest BDSM fantasies, I”m talking about how I react to these fantasies, and meditating on the relationship of fantasy to reality. My blog is an extension of that project.
2. In the course of elaborating those fantasies, fantasy-Emily and fantasy-Charles start to uncover another, older story–the story of Prophettown and (eventually) the story of their own ancestors, and how the two are related. This will eventually send them on a frankly outlandish journey (no more outlandish than sexy vampires and werewolves, mind you) of fantasy-self-discovery that I venture to say has no parallel in erotic literature.
Also, though this is hardly unique, the actual books of the series are nearly 100% pure BDSM, though expressed in varied ways, including, in the Prophettown books, some faux-scriptural language that I find fun and hot, but which I suspect readers may hate. The jury”s still out on that one.
Last week I released a book called Emily, Victorian Bride, that takes the exploration in a new direction: fantasy-me is given a spanking narrative by her great-great-grandmother that, besides giving me the chance to write the kind of Victorian BDSM I”ve always loved, will also let me bring the story of fantasy-Emily to an exciting climax.
The process of writing that narrative, however, in the “real” narrative of my BDSM relationship with my real Charles, brought me to the tease I want to offer you here on Spanking Romance Reviews. This is from the middle of a post I”ll put up on my own blog tomorrow, called “Please unfasten your jeans.” It concerns the training regime we came up with to realize some of my fiction in our own household.
“Just as I thought,” Charles said. “I don”t suppose I should have expected regulation undergarments under your jeans, when you flouted my rules under your shirt, should I? Please lower your jeans to just above your knees.”
He had noticed that I had chosen the tight ones, and now he was exploiting it. When I had carried out his request, my eyes on the floor and my face hot both with shame and arousal, I was a picture of wantonness-in-training: flaming scarlet sexy lingerie, knees bound by slutty tight jeans. Charles stood. He had my paddle in his right hand, I saw now. Not good (but also wonderful).
“Miss Tilton,” Charles said. “You have been found self-evidently guilty of wearing this provocative underwear. Because you are new to Smith”s, you will be punished with the paddle instead of the cane.”
Will. Be. Punished. Three simple words that could make my heart quail and my cunt flow. No escape: I was in training now, and I would be punished with the paddle in a few moments.
About Emily Tilton
I, Emily Tilton, if I exist, am a human rights lawyer who resides in Greenwich, CT. It”s more likely that I”m actually someone else, who wishes she were as free to play out her real fantasies as Emily Tilton is.
EXPLORATIONS (click for the “101” explanation!) is a narrative version of my nearly lifelong quest to reconcile my submissive erotic orientation with my ethics. In this profile, as in the books of EXPLORATIONS themselves, when I”m writing in italics, I”m writing as the “real” me–35 year old lawyer Emily.
Over the many years since I became aware of my sometimes unbearable craving for ravishment, spanking, and above all anal domination, I have tried to come to terms with that craving in more ways than I can count. The first of the ways was by reading, voraciously, every piece of good BDSM erotica (and of course also a ton of bad BDSM erotica) I could find.
Eventually, I read Story of O. As is reflected throughout EXPLORATIONS, it changed my life, though the change has been gradual, and continues to this day. The idea that other women might share the lusts I have by turns been ashamed of and defiantly proud of, that a woman like the real Pauline Réage might write so beautifully of those lusts, and work them out so thoroughly and even pitilessly on a character, put Réage”s famous pencil in my right hand. Or, to put it in the terms of EXPLORATIONS, it put my left hand on the keyboard of my laptop and my right hand in my lap, if you know what I mean. I started to write spanking stories.
People (well, Spankos) spank for lots of reasons… there’s the role-play spanking, sensual spanking, discipline spanking and the maintenance spanking. Maintenance spanking is more often seen in a Domestic Discipline relationship and is the most likely to also be categorized as a cathartic spanking. They happen fairly regularly and don’t need a defined reason.
What sets them apart from the others? Cathartic spankings achieve the result of not only a red bottom but also a deep, healing sobbing. Have you ever heard that saying “Everyone needs a good cry”? Well, here’s where it can be achieved. The tears during a cathartic spanking are healing, bringing about a focus and clarity. They are like a spiritual cleansing and can bring about a wonderfully intimate moment with your partner. Of course, they are, more often than not, intertwined with sexual feelings and sensuality. But hey, who would complain about that?
Spanking, in general, is an emotionally intense kink. On the very surface, adult spanking is all about the heat. Yet on a deeper level, the spanking can heal wounds, comfort and restore the intimacy between a couple. It’s that healing that makes a spanking cathartic.
In the latest book in my paranormal romance series, Frozen Fury, the heroine is burdened with the soul sin of Anger. On the advice of a friend who practices Domestic Discipline, her mate uses spanking as a release for her anger until they can remove the sin forever through their mated bond ritual. Here’s a sexy little excerpt to well, you know, enjoy…
Gage kneeled in front of her on one knee and took her hand. “Let me help.” His words were simple but immediately unloaded the burden she carried. Amelia was awed by this large Valendite Breed kneeling before her. His dark brown hair was cropped short and his handsome face defined with deep ridges along his cheekbones. Gage was pure masculine beauty, but she wouldn’t tell him that.
Amelia simply nodded. Maybe he actually could help her. He kissed her knuckles and raised himself to sit beside her. She didn’t give it a second thought when he patted his knee, but simply moved to sit on his lap and seek comfort. Then, to her surprise, she screeched when he tugged her across his lap as if she were a child to be disciplined.
With a giggle, Amelia asked, “What are you doing?” She kicked out her feet and held onto Gage for balance. He must be playing with her, trying to help her to relax away from her anger.
“You see, I’ve been told a spanking is cathartic, a means for releasing pent up energy. In your case, that’s anger. So I thought we’d give it a try.” Gage was very matter-of-fact about what he was doing, but since he wasn’t playful, Amelia’s anxiety soared.
“Give it a try? You intend to spank me?”
“Yep? How about ‘nope’?” Now Amelia was enraged. “How dare you think to do this to me? You have no right!”
“Oh, there’s where you’re wrong. I have every right. I’m your mate.” Amelia couldn’t see his grin, but she knew it was there. The grin he wore to say he owned the moment. And damn him, she knew he was right but she most certainly didn’t have to like it.
With her torso and legs dangling down from either side of his lap, Amelia was held firmly in place with no way to escape. She was truly at his mercy and that just made her angrier. How dare he do this?
A flush stole over her skin as Gage tugged up the ruffles of her maxi skirt. She pinched her eyes closed, waiting for his reaction when he found her tiny thong underneath. Amelia wasn’t disappointed by the inhalation of breath she heard from her mate. His hand ran over her naked ass under her skirt as the cool air nipped at her skin. She felt obscene with her skirt now around her waist and her ass bared with only her tiny scrap of a thong.
Gage rubbed along the cheeks of her ass until they felt warmer to the touch. Amelia felt her clit swell even as her bottom grew sensitive. The blood seemed to center in these two areas of her body and she couldn’t think straight. Her concentration was solely focused on her mate.
“I’d like to try this. I believe you do too but if you truly want me to stop, say so now. Right now, Amelia, is your only chance to say ‘stop’. It’s now or it’s never again,” Gage spoke with a voice of conviction that caused a shudder to pass down Amelia’s spine.
She didn’t make a sound.
Gage lifted his hand from her bottom. She was bereft of his touch for one second before she heard its descent and felt his palm strike her ass. He hadn’t held back much of his Breed strength. There was no gentleness. Gage spanked her in steady, heavy strokes. Goddess help her, tears sprung immediately to her eyes. Still, she held her tongue and refused to cry out. After at least a dozen, he stopped and softly rubbed her ass cheeks again. This time, his ministrations brought the sting to the surface in waves of heat and pinpricks of sensation. It wasn’t pleasant but neither was it unpleasant.
“You’re doing well, sweetheart, but you don’t need to hold back. Allow all of that emotion you hold inside to come out.” Gage spoke softly, coaxingly, but still Amelia held her cries inside.
The next series of slaps came in a rhythm and Amelia fell into the pattern with ease. It stung, but as she focused on the stinging, she realized the pain inside—the anger—wasn’t so strong anymore. She could take deep breaths without feeling weighted down in fury.
Her body was quivering. She couldn’t think beyond the constant sting of the spanking. Amelia raised her bottom towards Gage’s palm, instinctively seeking more. She craved more, needed the release this was providing her from the constant anger. She opened her mouth without thought and allowed the first of her cries to leave her. She let go one after another until her body shook with the sobbing.
“Good girl. Let it all out. This is what you needed, just this, just to be able to let it all go.” Gage spoke as he continued the rhythm.
Amelia did just as he said, crying softly now into his leg even as she began to feel his palm gentle on her bottom until he was massaging. She wiggled, but a single slap stopped her movement. She was too limp to move off him anyway. She relaxed into his hold and floated, not feeling anything. Content.
“You did so well. How do you feel?” Gage asked her as if she could actually think or speak. She honestly wasn’t certain she could do either in the moment.
“I-I don’t know. I feel relieved.” She also felt exposed and vulnerable but chose not to mention that. She wasn’t accustomed to any of these emotions and needed to consider them before she talked about them.
“That’s what I was going for. You see, a catharsis of sorts. I’d say I’ve successfully spanked the anger right out of you.” Gage chuckled and the infusion of his humor lightened the moment. Gage was still himself and she was still Amelia. Nothing had changed and yet, maybe everything had.
The seven Sinster sisters are entwined in a legacy originating back from the time of the Italian Wars in the 1500s. One by one, they’ll find their mates from the immortal Valendite Breeds and secure their place in history.
Amelia, a genetic physicist and the eldest Sinster sister, has devoted her adult life to determining the genetic anomaly of the Magdalena Circle women. The discovery means the women will no longer serve as the singular means for the Valendite Breed’s survival. However, in the wrong hands, the discovery takes on new meaning and puts their society at risk.
While investigating, Gage, a TEU weapons specialist for the Valendite Breed, accidentally shoots Amelia and then unknowingly bonds himself to her. Now with their enemies closing in around them, Amelia must fight against her soul sin to find the happiness she’s longed for. Everything shifts for the couple when Gage takes her in hand and convinces Amelia to trust in the prophecy to bring them together.
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I can still remember the other half’s shock almost twenty years ago as I shyly said, “I’d really like you to smack my arse.”
I had been reading Fanny Hill and there was a really hot birching scene in it. I already knew spanking turned me on but for some reason that scene for some reason set me on fire. Or maybe I was just at the right age and maturity and sexual confidence to try it.
Bless his cotton socks he nearly fell out of his standing. He was standing by the bed beside me, I was tucked up under the covers, he was leaving for work, (he always started earlier than me) he leaned down to kiss me goodbye and he patted my behind gently (fortunately he was always an ass man). His face went pink, then purple and he managed to splutter out “What? Are you off your fecking head?” Twenty years later he’s a bigger spanko than I am! Only as a giver though.
We’re pleasure spankos though, we don’t do Domestic Discipline. We tried it on and off over the years but until he becomes infallible, I don’t think I could ever be properly receptive to it. And he prefers it that way too; I guess we just don’t have that Head of Household dynamics in our relationship. In spite of this I do think bossy spankings are sexier, so we have like a code, there are a couple of niggly things I do to annoy him that I have agreed to be punished for. Usually I do them on purpose because I want a real good session, but sometimes I forget and do them by accident…now they are totally the best, sexiest spankings ever, because I’m not expecting them and he notices what I’ve done, one look is enough, I melt. The butterflies flutter. I like it even better when I have to wait a while until the kids are out of the way because the anticipation really adds to the nervous excitement. I feel moisture between my legs.
And those words, go on upstairs and prepare…thump, thump, thump goes my heart, but it’s not fear, it’s adrenalin.
Oh and the waiting, bottom bare for him to come and administer the punishment. My senses become heightened. I wait. I hear my heart beat and my raspish breathing. Then his footstep on the tiles, then he runs upstairs and the cacophony of heart, pulse and breathing noises reaches a crescendo. I’m soaking wet by now. I’m wondering what he’ll use. I’m hoping it will be a hand spanking across his knee; that’s by far my favourite, it’s so intimate. And then he’s there by my side. Agh! I’m ready to explode.
He usually starts of lightly enough, oh it hurts but my pain threshold hasn’t peaked yet so it’s nicer to get a warm up. And the more he slaps the more my endorphins are released and then I want it harder, faster until I beg him to stop. He’ll keep going another short while. And then he’ll pause, and rub me soothingly. This is to see if I’ve really had enough, or just needed a break. And the closeness of that time is like nothing on earth, me and him. He’s tender and caring. He’s as turned on as I am.
“More?” He’ll ask and I’ll feel my whole nether regions tighten. Nine times out of ten, I do want more. If I hesitate at all in my answer, he’ll take that as a yes.
The pause has allowed the endorphins to flood my body, I’m soaking and swollen, my ass is on fire with the most delicious tingly sensation. Of course I want more. I’m high.
That’s what it is about spanking.
Tara Finnegan is the Author of My Naughty Little Secret, available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Blushing Books and allromanceebooks.
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Coming to Terms
Forced by miserable circumstance to work in a gold rush brothel, Cora Underhill hates what her life has become. When a fire sweeps through her workplace, she welcomes death as an end to it all. But then Jake Diggory crashes through her window for an unwelcome rescue, offering her shelter and a paid position at his establishment. She accepts, in spite of Jake”s fearsome reputation as “The Devil Diggory”, and soon sees another side to Jake–the firm but caring side of him which led his girls to name him “Daddy Diggs”.
Life at Daddy Diggs” is an entirely new experience for Cora. Jake has strict rules which he backs up with over the knee discipline, but he will not tolerate any mistreatment of his girls and he can go from playing beautiful music on a piano to defending them with his bare fists. The strangest thing of all, however, is the fact that every girl at Daddy Diggs” swears that Jake has never slept with her, or with any other woman for that matter, since his fiancée”s death back in Ireland fifteen years ago.
Cora attempts to emulate the other prostitutes at Daddy Diggs”, who enjoy making money, holding power over men and even the act of sex, but she still finds no pleasure in the company of men–until the day she inadvertently arouses the passion of The Devil Diggory. His fierce lovemaking thaws some frozen part of her, but it seems Jake is only attracted to her because she resembles his dead fiancée. Confused by his new feelings for Cora and guilt over his broken vow of celibacy, Jake pushes Cora away. Can he come to terms with his past and claim Cora for his own, or will his grief keep them apart forever?
Publisher”s Note: The Devil of Whiskey Row is an erotic romance novel that includes both consensual and non-consensual spankings, anal play, exhibitionism, graphic sexual scenes, and more. If such material offends you, please don”t buy this book.
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Renee Rose, best-selling erotic romance author, did not come out of the closet as a spanko until she published her spanking romance Betrothed. A lifelong writer, she has a B.A. in creative writing from Knox College, where she won the Davenport prize for both fiction and poetry, and the Lorraine Smith prize for literary criticism. She spent thirteen years in technical writing before she found a way to incorporate her deepest darkest spanking fantasies into fiction and express a part of her that longed to see the light. She is now passionate about supporting others in accepting and exploring their kink, whatever that may be. Stop by her blog at reneeroseromance.com and join the conversation!
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