WHIP IT UP – Blog Hop – 7/30/2014 – The Hourglass – Excerpt



Such a great name for a blog hop, and keeping with the theme please find a (somewhat) naughty excerpt from my latest release, which I hope reflects the sweet romance of this story.



A Romantic Tale

(but with spanking and all kinds of naughtiness).

 In the Plow and Angel Beth was finishing her meal, treating herself to a truly sinful dessert; a Grand Marnier Souffle with Passionate Fruit Creme Anglaise, and with every mouthful she closed her eyes, savoring the rich, creamy, luscious flavors.

I wish someone was spoon-feeding me this. Mmmm, if I was tied to a bed and blindfolded, how totally scrumptious that would be, and once again the words of a sensuous paragraph began to write themselves in her head.

Her bottom, still deliciously warm from his spanking hand, her cunt filled with a wet hunger, the shackles that held her wrists to the headboard, and the blindfold that had stolen her sight, only served to fuel her carnal need. As he touched the spoon to her mouth her heart palpitated with anticipation, but the ambrosial aroma fired her senses eliminating all concern, and hungrily her lips parted, inviting the unknown dessert to enter.

So focused was she on her fantasy and the satisfyingly succulent dessert, she didn’t see Michael wander past the open entrance as he searched out the bathrooms; she didn’t see him abruptly stop and stare across the room; she didn’t see him gaze in shock at the sight of her, then focus on the expression of sublime bliss that was painted across her face.

A waiter hurried past jolting him from the mesmerizing moment, and completely unnerved Michael moved on to the restroom.

What the hell? Where did she come from? This is completely bizarre.
Get a grip! Go back and say hello! Hector was right.
She’s probably with someone.
Did you see anyone?
It doesn’t matter. Say hello.
You’re right.

Taking a long deep breath he checked his appearance, then pushing open the bathroom door he headed back to the restaurant. For a brief moment he thought she must have stepped away, but as he approached her table she saw the waiter’s wallet.

Life is a matter of seconds.

He wasn’t sure where he’d heard the adage but it flashed through his mind, and running outside he scanned the parking lot hoping to catch her; it was empty. Jogging forward he peered into the grounds, but the heavy fog eliminated any visibility past a few yards.

You absolutely must track her down next week.
Oh, I will, trust me, I will.

Thanks for taking the time to read, and I hope you’ll swing by and visit the other authors participating.  I’m sure you’ll find some very saucy snippets.


Dominance and submission – Fifty Shades Of Grey Trailer – #ASMSG #SPANKING #BDSM #EROTICA

Yes, I know how most of us feel about the book, but I happen to love this trailer.



My Sexy Saturday – 7/25/2014 – #Romance #ASMSG #Erotica

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Greetings, and thank you for dropping in.

Below is an excerpt from my latest novel, a true romance sprinkled with a little bit of magic.



“Because when you raced out of that restaurant I was absolutely panic-stricken,” he explained still trying to catch his breath, “and there was no way I was going to let you out of my sight until I’d straightened everything out. It’s not every day I spend $175 on a taxi to chase a girl believe me.”

“I don’t think it’s something you’d make a habit of,” she panted.

“The point is,” he continued, lowering his voice and locking her eyes, “that whole, ugly scene made me realize just how much you mean to me. It brought home how much I love you. Sometimes it takes a crisis for us to recognize the truth of something.”

Beth felt the threat of warm tears, and as they materialized at the edges of her eyes she raised her lips to his, kissing him softly, then dropped her head back and gazed into the depth of his eyes.

Hope you will visit the other intriguing sexy snippets on this Saturdays hop.


SATURDAY SPANKINGS – 7/26/2014 – A Bath Brush Spanking – The Hourglass – #SATSPANKS #ASMSG # SPANKING

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Hello Fellow Kinksters

Please find below an excerpt from my latest release,



Sliding the wooden brush across her already tanned backside, he watched her wriggle in anticipation. She knew a stinging burn was coming, but he knew she wanted it, and though her butt would be on fire she’d feel a whole lot better when he was done.

Landing the first whack he paused, letting the hot prickling permeate the skin, then landed a second directly on top of the first. She yelped and kicked, and he waited until she’d settled before moving to the opposite side and repeating the double swats.

“OOWWW,” she wailed, “it really hurts.”

“Into the pillow,” he instructed ignoring her complaint

Landing two more, one on each cheek, he watched her gyrate in protest before dispatching the brush with a volley of swats.

Squealing into the pillow as the flurry of smacks worked their way across her bottom, she threw her hands behind her in a vain effort of protection.


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“If you don’t come with me right now I’ll spank you longer and harder,” he promised sternly.

Hearing the sincerity of his threat she began to move, and as the chauffeur stepped from the car and moved quickly to open the door, Frank handed him a twenty-dollar bill.

“Go join the party until I text you,” Frank smiled, and nodding knowingly the chauffeur turned and walked briskly away.

Climbing in the back seat first, Frank settled in, and as soon as Rhonda climbed in to join him he grabbed her wrist and yanked her across his lap.

“OW, what are you doing?” she protested.

“I haven’t even smacked you yet, what are you complaining about?” he growled.

“I wasn’t ready,” she wailed. “Can’t we talk a bit more. I need to-”

“Man, you really are something,” he interrupted slapping her soundly. “Stop trying to put this off or your bottom will pay the price.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” she protested.

“So you said, now be quiet,” he scolded, smacking her again.

“OW, stop.”

“Stop? I haven’t even started, and I can see this is going to be a two-part spanking.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I mean I’m going to spank you here, and then we’re going somewhere a bit more convenient, like, your bedroom perhaps, or a hotel. Somewhere I can strip you naked and whip your bare backside.”

“Ooh, Frank,” she bleated.

A rush of heat surged through her sex, a flurry of butterflies danced through her stomach, and completely overcome she began wriggling on his lap.

“My goodness, keep still,” he ordered, smacking her hard.

“I can’t help it,” she argued. “I feel all weird.”

“That was your last chance to behave,” he declared. “If you continue to carry on like this you’ll be out of this limo and I’ll be on my way back to Newport. Be still and stop the conversation, are we clear?”

“Yes, Frank, I’ll be good.”

“You need a very firm hand, young lady,” he muttered, and raising her skirt he discovered she was wearing pantyhose over panties.

“This ugly underwear is completely unacceptable,” he declared as he began to bounce his hand on her packaged bottom. “You’re going to start wearing thigh-highs or garter belts.”

“OOWWW, I am?” she cried.

“You are if you want to go out with me,” he barked, adding more zing to his smacks.

“OOOWWW! That hurts,” she howled.

“Keep the noise down. If you don’t obey me I’ll pull off my shoe and really paddle you.”

“NO!” she shouted quickly, “I’ll be good.”

“See that you are,” he said sternly. “No more warnings.”

Raising his hand he let it fall into a steady rhythm, landing it across the width and breadth of her plump behind, continuing to spank until she threw her hand behind her.

“Right,” he declared, “we’ll finish this back at your place. Stay where you are.”

Pulling his phone from his pocket he texted his chauffeur, then turned his attention back to her, squeezing and fondling her bottom as he spoke.

“When we get to your house I’m dismissing the car, then it’s straight to your bedroom where you’ll strip and lay yourself back over my knee. I’ll be staying the night, but there will be no funny business,” he decreed, and straightening her dress he pulled her up and sat her next to him.

“N-no f-funny business?” she whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and cuddling into him.

“No, we’ll talk about that later,” he said tenderly as he stroked her back. “Rhonda Mertz,” he added, “I can hardly believe it. Isn’t life full of coincidences?”

“It sure is,” she murmured, and even though my butt hurts, I’m soooo happy about this one.”

A short time later she was as he’d proclaimed; naked, and stretched over his knee.

He was sitting on the edge of her bed, her wrists were tied together with her pantyhose, and his hot hand was peppering her bottom turning it crimson red.

“I’ll be so good,” she howled, “I swear.”

“Of course you will,” he replied without missing a beat, “and if you’re not I can always introduce you to the hairbrush.”

When he was finally satisfied, though still fully clothed he stretched out on the bed beside her, and as she whimpered into his chest she slipped her hand against his cock.

“Please, Frank, I want you so badly,” she pleaded.

“You’re a beautiful, smart, adorable woman, Rhonda, and I will make love to you, but not yet,” he said tenderly as he gently removed her hand from his crotch. “We need to spend some more time together. You’re used to getting what you want, when you want it, and as much as I would love to devour your gorgeous body, you need to learn you won’t always get your way with me,” he said firmly. “Do you understand what I’m telling you?”



A Dog Named Reggie – #ASMSG – #DOGS – #LOVE

You may have read this, I’ve been told it has been making the rounds. I don’t know when it originated, but it is a timeless story that must be shared.  Just make sure you have a tissue handy.


They told me the big black Lab’s name was Reggie. The shelter was clean, no-kill, and the people really friendly.

I’d only been in the area for six months, but everywhere I went in the small college town, people were welcoming and open. Everyone waves when you pass them on the street.

But something was still missing as I attempted to settle in to my new life there, and I thought a dog could give me someone to talk to. and I had just seen Reggie’s advertisement on the local news. The shelter said they had received numerous calls, but they said the people who had come down to see him just didn’t look like “Lab people,” whatever that meant. They must’ve thought I did.



At first I thought the shelter had misjudged me in giving me Reggie and his things, which consisted of a dog pad, bag of toys almost all of which were brand new tennis balls, his dishes and a sealed letter from his previous owner.




See, Reggie and I didn’t really hit it off when we got home. We struggled for two weeks (which is how long the shelter told me to give him to adjust to his new home). Maybe it was the fact that I was trying to adjust, too. Maybe we were too much alike.

I saw the sealed envelope. I had completely forgotten about that.



“Okay, Reggie,” I said out loud, “let’s see if your previous owner has any advice.”

To Whomever Gets My Dog:

Well, I can’t say that I’m happy you’re reading this, a letter I told the shelter could only be opened by Reggie’s new owner.  I’m not even happy writing it.  Let me tell you about my Lab in the hopes that it will help you bond with him and he with you.



First, he loves tennis balls. The more the merrier. Sometimes I think he’s part squirrel, the way he hoards them. He usually always has two in his mouth, and he tries to get a third in there. Hasn’t done it yet.



Doesn’t matter where you throw them, he’ll bound after them, so be careful. Don’t do it by any roads. Next, commands. Reggie knows the obvious ones —“sit,” “stay,” “come,” “heel.” He knows hand signals, too: He knows “ball” and “food” and “bone” and “treat” like nobody’s business. Feeding schedule: twice a day, regular store-bought stuff; the shelter has the brand. He’s up on his shots. Be forewarned: Reggie hates the vet. Good luck getting him in the car. I don’t know how he knows when it’s time to go to the vet, but he knows.

Finally, give him some time. It’s only been Reggie and me for his whole life. He’s gone everywhere with me, so please include him on your daily car rides if you can. He sits well in the backseat, and he doesn’t bark or complain.


He just loves to be around people, and me most especially. and that’s why I need to share one more bit of info with you…His name is not Reggie. He’s a smart dog, he’ll get used to it and will respond to it, of that I have no doubt. But I just couldn’t bear to give them his real name, but if someone is reading this …well it means that his new owner should know his real name.

His real name is “Tank,” because, that is what I drive.

I told the shelter that they couldn’t make “Reggie” available for adoption until they received word from my company commander. You see, my parents are gone, I have no siblings, no one I could’ve left Tank with … And it was my only real request of the Army upon my deployment to Iraq, was that they make one phone call to the shelter ..in the “event” … to tell them that Tank could be put up for adoption.

Luckily, my CO is a dog-guy, too, and he knew where my platoon was headed. He said he’d do it personally, and if you’re reading this, then he made good on his word. Tank has been my family for the last six years, almost as long as the Army has been my family, and now I hope and pray that you make him part of your family, too, and that he will adjust and come to love you the same way he loved me.

If I have to give up Tank to keep those terrible people from coming to the US I am glad to have done so. He is my example of service and of love. I hope I honored him by my service to my country and comrades.

All right, that’s enough. I deploy this evening and have to drop this letter off at the shelter. Maybe I’ll peek in on him and see if he finally got that third tennis ball in his mouth. Good luck with Tank. Give him a good home, and give him an extra kiss goodnight – every night – from me.


Thank you,
Paul Mallory

I folded the letter and slipped it back in the envelope. Sure, I had heard of Paul Mallory, everyone in town knew him, even new people like me.

Local kid, killed in Iraq a few months ago and posthumously earning the Silver Star when he gave his life to save three buddies. Flags had been at half-mast all summer.

I leaned forward in my chair and rested my elbows on my knees, staring at the dog.

“Hey, Tank,” I said quietly.

The dog’s head whipped up, his ears cocked and his eyes bright.

“C’mere boy.”

He was instantly on his feet, his nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He sat in front of me, his head tilted, searching for the name he hadn’t heard in months.

“Tank,” I whispered. His tail swished.

I kept whispering his name, over and over, and each time, his ears lowered, his eyes softened, and his posture relaxed as a wave of contentment just seemed to flood him. I stroked his ears, rubbed his shoulders, buried my face into his scruff and hugged him.

“It’s me now, Tank, just you and me. Your old pal gave you to me.”

Tank reached up and licked my cheek.

“So whatdaya say we play some ball?”

His ears perked again.

“Yeah? Ball? You like that? Ball?”

Tank tore from my hands and disappeared into the next room, and when he came back, he had three tennis balls in his mouth.


If you can read this without getting a lump in your throat or a tear in your eye, you just ain’t right.

“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him,but because he loves what is behind him.”

G.K. Chesterton

To ALL the veterans, I THANK YOU for your Service to our great Country!!













Dominance and submission – Only One? – #ASMSG #EROTIC #BDSM

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Perhaps that’s all we get.

One time.

One great love.

The insane, crazy, fireworks exploding kind.

The Him or Her that sends our brains reeling,

our bodies craving,

our souls soaring.

A love that makes us weep,

A love that makes us laugh out loud,

 furrow our brow with worry,

and dust our eyes with its rare sparkle.

Perhaps that’s all we get.

Only one…

whose touch sizzles our skin,

whose lips tingle against our own,

whose fingers, interlocked and fierce,

as passion’s bliss is shared,





loving as none before,

perhaps as none will again,

because perhaps,

only one

is all we get.



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Hello and welcome.  Nice to be back among all my fellow spankers and spankees!  Please find below a snippet of my brand new release,


A romantic tale with a little bit of mysticism, plenty of spanking, salacious sex, and the deliciously satisfying outcome of an elusive love.


      From day one he’d not wasted any time on niceties or formality, baring her bottom immediately upon landing across his lap.

      “It’s time for you to grow up about these things,” he said sternly, slapping down his hand with significant force. “You have wasted far too much time.”

      Spanking with abandon his palm rose and fell in a predictable rhythm, quickly transforming her pale skin to a deep shade of rose.

      “Owww, Fred, stop, you’re spanking me really hard,” she complained, wriggling desperately.

      “You think I don’t know that?” he said tersely, “I’m spanking you hard because I’ve been hearing about this unrequited love for months,” he continued, his hand not missing a beat, “and it’s enough. Either make a move and do something about this nonsense, or let it go.”

I hope you enjoyed this tasty little snippet, and have the time to swing my the other sexy, saucy authors on this Saturday’s hop.

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Dominance and submission – Oil and Water – #ASMSG #BDSM

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She wishes it weren’t so.

She will miss waking next to his warm, lean body,

the smell of his cologne,

his contented sigh after his first sip of morning coffee.

She wishes it weren’t so.

She will miss his kind, affectionate, generous, spirit,

and the hollow against his shoulder,

that offers its nesting comfort.

She wishes it weren’t so.

She wishes he understood her addiction,

her ache,

her craving.

She wishes he would place the black sash across her eyes,

whisper his fingertips down her arm,

and land his hot, hard palm,

against her perfectly wonderful posterior.

It is not in him.

She wishes it weren’t so,

but they are oil and water.



My Sexy Saturday – 6/27/2014 – The Cowboy’s Rules: 2 – #ASMSG #SEXY #ROMANCE #


An excerpt from the romantic, sexy and sensual novel:


Yes, Chad Douglas is Spanking Cowboy!

He’s also the most romantic dude you could ever hope to meet,

and super sexy, hunky and handsome!



“I’ll bet your little pussy would like some attention,” he said softly, sliding his fingers between her legs. “Yep, you’re all wet and wantin’.”

“I am,” she purred, pressing her nakedness against him.

“You make me a real good dinner and Jumbo will pay it a visit later, a long, meaningful visit.”

“What would you like? Steak? Pasta? Whatever you want,” she squirmed.

“Hmmm, let me think,” he pondered, continuing to twirl his fingers against her hungry sex. “I want that real good beef stew, the one you make that has all the vegetables.”

“Done,” she promised, wriggling against his hand.


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