“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 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.


Thanks for stopping by to read my snippet, and I hope you’ll have time to swing by my sexy colleagues who share this hop.

Dominance and submission – The Cowboy’s Rules: 2 – #ASMSG #SPANKING #COWBOYS



For your racy reading pleasure,

a salacious excerpt from


Turning around she moved slowly to the door, placed her fingers around the handle, turned, and pushed it open.

Her eyes fell upon the dildos, the various butt plugs, the large vibrator and the lube. She’d been expecting the lewd display but it still caused her to catch her breath, and as the fire ignited, burning through her chest and across her face, she lifted her gaze and stared over at him.

He looked bigger than life; his arms were crossed and his head was titled as he studied her, his black robe draped around him like a vampire’s cape. As his lips curled into a small half-smile, a smile that said, you forgot your place, now I’m going to remind you, her thigh muscles constricted, her seat cheeks tensed, and a flood of moisture oozed between her legs; dropping his arms and locking her eyes he moved towards her.

At such times she was reminded of who Chad Douglas really was; a determined, fearless cowboy, a man who never backed away from a challenge, be it a naughty girl or a bullying tough guy, and a man who had instinctively known who she was and what she needed from the moment they’d met.

All those months ago, standing next to his truck in his aviator glasses, she had felt his quiet, resolute strength; he’d literally taken her breath away. Now, waiting nervously at the side of the bed the same feeling washed over her, and she felt her knees grow weak. She watched, mesmerized, as he reached down and picked up the small tube of lube, squeezing a large drop on the tip of his index finger.

“Wrap yourself around me,” he directed, his voice low and deep. “You know what I want.”

His slow, deliberate training over the early winter months as the fire had blazed, fighting the chill from the icy weather outside their window, had left no room for questions or doubt. Tremulously stepping forward she locked her fingers around his back, rested her head against his chest and separated her feet.

Dropping one arm to her waist he held her tightly as he dropped his other hand to her bottom, slipping his lubed finger inside her crack to search out her most private orifice. Finding the target the finger softly circled, like a shark circling its prey, then touched, pressed, and entered. He could feel her butt muscles constrict and her pelvis thrust against him in an instinctive refusal, her arms fervently clutching him.

“Relax,” he breathed. “I know it’s been a while, girl, but you know I’ll spank that tension right out of you if you don’t. Take a long deep breath and sink into my finger, sink and surrender.”

Cassie had wanted to submit to the probing, prurient visitor, but her negative reaction had been involuntary; she had forgotten how it felt, how utterly overwhelming it was to be taken in such a way.

Inhaling deeply, she held her breath for a moment, then relaxed her muscles as she exhaled, dropping her death grip around his body, letting herself fall limply against his chest, and released the tightness in the muscles of her seat cheeks.

“There you go, much better,” he purred, but as he slowly moved his finger he felt the stress begin to return. “No, girl, no, take that breath again,” he said firmly.

She did as he said, relishing his use of the word girl; he was retraining her, speaking to her as he would a skittish mare, and just like her equine sister she responded to his firm, tender control.

“Much better. Stay still now, I’m gonna do this for a while.”

Fully aware that he would do exactly as he said she rested her weight completely against him, slacking her muscles and calming herself; there was no point fighting the inevitable.

“There you go, that’s my girl, just like that,” he whispered.

Ratcheting up the attention, he gently probed with a steady rhythm, until finally satisfied he withdrew his finger.

“On to the bed now, knees and elbows, legs apart, hands on your cheeks and spread for me.”

The directive sent a fresh hot blush across her face, and lowering her eyes she slowly turned, crawling on to the mattress. Pulling a pillow underneath her head she sucked in the air, reached back, grabbed her cheeks, and stifling a gasp of humiliation she slowly pulled them apart.

Wordlessly he removed his robe, draped it across a nearby chair, and climbed behind her. Picking up a pink, glossy, medium-sized, hard rubber butt plug, he coated it with a generous amount of lube and presented it to her puckered hole.

Cassie squeezed her eyes and clenched her teeth. There was nothing he did that affected her in such a profound way, and as he began to press the large intruder forward she did her best to consciously relax, though the heat of the moment was searing through her.

This was punishment, it was perverse pleasure, it was his gesture of ownership, his complete subjugation of her, and as the bulbous intruder entered she whimpered her groan of surrender.




Delighted to be back – been super busy finishing my latest Sexy Cowboy Novel.



Below please find a sweet snippet for your Sexy Saturday.

“You are so amazin’, Cassie. I’m so damn proud of you I swear my heart’s gonna burst.”

Cassie felt a surge of heat in her throat, and unexpectedly overcome she threw her arms around him.

“Chad, you’ve changed my life so much,” she stammered, her voice catching.

“Hey, easy there,” he murmured.

“I didn’t know life could be like this. I’m so happy, I’m really, truly happy, and it’s all because of you.”

Holding her tightly Chad squeezed his eyes shut. Her heavy emotion was contagious, and not trusting his voice he stroked her hair until the unexpected wave of feeling had passed.

“Goes both ways,” he sighed, and pulling back he brought his lips to hers with a loving, lingering, longing kiss.

Thank you for stopping in, and I hope you’ll swing by my fellow authors for a peek at their awesome contributions.


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So happy to be back here.

Just a hectic month finishing the above-mentioned naughty novel, and oh, how naughty it is.

Below please below the required eight sentences.



     “From now on the rules will be the rules, you break ‘em, you get your bottom spanked,” he exclaimed, “just the way things were when we first met, and when I say spanked, I mean spanked.”


  “Hey, rule number one, none of your sass,” he said firmly, “I’m gonna wallop you good and hard for bein’ so irresponsible the other night. I think you did it on purpose, not consciously maybe, but ‘cos you need me to do exactly what I’m doin’ right now.”

     Reaching for the paddle he brought it down with a hard swat on her right cheek, then her left, then directly in the center of her bottom.

     “OWWWW,” she wailed. “That really hurts!”

     “Yep,” he agreed, “as it damn well should.”

Thank you my spanker and spankee friends.  I hope the little snippet titillated you just a touch!  I hope you can stop by the other awesome authors on this week’s hop, and have a wickedly wanton weekend.

Dominance and submission – So-why? – Because… #ASMSG #BDSM





So why?

He is not so special

Ah, but he is; he is very special, uniquely special, so special as to be sadly rare. 

A barely competent conjuror of words.

A wordsmith almost beyond compare.

A story-teller with a dark history of quiet sorrow.

But it his history that feeds his poetic, compelling soul, and stirs the souls of others, and most especially of her.

A once almost-handsome face now lined by time.

As she was once a true beauty, one who would cause waiters to pause, and men to ache, now ravaged by sun and wind and yes, by time.

A lover with perhaps half an instinct for what touches a woman.

More than a lover, more than half an instinct, but how does she knows this?

A man as lost as those who find him.

A man who may be lost, but who carries something he discovered long ago, something she craves.

He is not so special

Ah, but he is; he is very special, uniquely special, so special as to be sadly rare.

‘So why,’

she asks herself,

‘does she want him?’

And as the truths float, then lands, the answer becomes clear; because the part of her that has been hiding, recognizes the part of him that will set her free.

It is terrifyingly tempting, and she knows she will not be able to refuse him.


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