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Book Two: Warriors After Dark

In this erotic, sparkling fairytale, a mischievous witch learns how to love,
and a warrior learns how to love again.


A carefree, playful young witch named Angelica, is returning to her cottage in the woods when she detects the presence of a powerful man. A Warrior of the First Order, Darius Dunworthy, has been sent by the Prince of Zanderone to find her. There is an evil menace terrifying the citizens, and the Prince believes the talented witch can help.

Angelica agrees, but finds herself intensely attracted to the strong, muscled warrior. She casts an erotic spell, but being a Warrior of the First Order, Darius is no ordinary man. He immediately recognizes the naughtiness behind his burning desire to ravage her. Witch or no witch, he decides such mischief cannot go unpunished.

“Some ground rules,” he declared as he continued to spank her. “You will not attempt to cast any further spells on me. Do you promise?”

“OW! Yes, I promise!”

Though shocked by the spanking and his list of rules, she is even more shocked that he doesn’t fear her, but when she learns they will be guests of Princess Lizbett and Lord Larian, being enamored with the royal couple, she is determined to travel with him. 

Lord Larian and Princess Lizbett join them in their hunt for the evil villain, and bring with them all the fiery passion, salacious sex and sizzling spanking they shared in The Warrior and the Petulant Princess, the first book of this scintillating series, Warriors After Dark.


Angelica could not believe she was once again across his knee. He had yanked down her underwear, and his hot hand was slapping her upturned backside.

“OW. Stop it! OW.”

“You can behave as you wish with other people, but with me you will show some respect.”


“You’ll control that short temper of yours, especially once we’re in Zanderone. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes, I do,” she wailed.

“No more childish outbursts or pouting,” he continued, dispatching his palm to her sit spot, “and in the house of the Princess and Lord Larian, you will be on your very best behavior, or believe me, I will spank you in their presence.”


“Yes, I won’t hesitate,” he warned, then pausing for a moment he stared at her very pink cheeks. “I believe I have made my point.”

“You have, you have!”

“You will just rest there for a moment, and feel the pain of my punishment.”

“Please, will you rub it?” she bleated.

“No, not for a moment or two.”

She could have muttered an incantation as he’d pulled her off Spirit and thrown her over his shoulder, or stopped herself from feeling the sting and faked her way through the entire spanking, but she hadn’t able to bring herself to do it, and with the hot seat spell bouncing back at her she wasn’t sure if it would have worked anyway.

What’s the matter with me? I need to speak to Aunt Namia. I hope she can give me some answers.

The unexpected, soothing caress of his hand elicited a deep sigh, and longing for his touch she spread her legs.

“You’re asking me to touch you,” he mumbled. “I’m not sure you deserve it, and if your pussy is as sharp as your tongue it might well give me a nasty cut.”

“I’ll be good, I promise,” she whimpered.

The temptation of her glistening cunt was too strong, and running his hand over her hot cheeks he continued it down and cupped her feminine charms.

“My, you are not just a mischievous witch, you are a wanton witch. A wanton, wet witch.”

“Ooh, those words,” she breathed.

His cock was standing at attention, and as he slid his finger into her succulent depths and began sliding it in and out, he ached to kneel behind her and plunge his cock home.

“You are so needy,” he murmured. “I will bring you to your moment, but it is not just for your benefit. I need a more temperate companion. The release will calm you down, and that, you naughty witch, is something you need to do very badly.”

“Thank you, Darius,” she stammered, “thank you.”

“Kneel on your hands in knees in front of me, and keep that skirt at your waist.”

He was seated on a fallen tree trunk, and as she crawled off his lap he dropped the front flap of his trousers. Pulling his cock from the confines of his undergarment, he gazed at her reddened moons and slipped two fingers inside her hungry sex. Rubbing himself as he frigged her, enjoying the sight of her swollen pussy lips and the sound of her pleasure-filled moans, he could feel his climax quickly building.

When she let out a wail and thrust back, he chased his orgasm, exploding seconds later with a powerful eruption that rattled his bones. Having nothing with which to clean his hands he rose unsteadily to his feet, and walking the few steps to his horse he pulled his soiled shirt from his saddle bag.

As he cleaned himself up, he glanced across and saw her laying on the soft ground, her skirt still around her waist. Quickly stuffing the shirt in back in the bag, he hurriedly returned and knelt at her side.

“Angelica, are you all right?”

Rolling on to her side she gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes.

“I am very all right,” she sighed. “It’s strange, this peace I’m feeling.”

“Come to me,” he said tenderly, and sitting back he pulled her into his broad chest, engulfing her with his powerful arms.

“Why do I feel this way?” she mumbled.

“A good spanking followed by a release can have this effect,” he replied. “I told you it would calm you down.”

“Why? It’s so strange.”

“We don’t always need to know the why of something. Just accept it and be grateful.”

“I am,” she sighed. “I feel so relieved, as though all the tightness has left me.”

“Rest for a moment, then fix yourself, and we’ll continue on to see your aunt.”

Closing his eyes he felt her mold into his body. A warm, comforting light was beginning to dawn in his soul, and he let out a heavy breath.

Is this the end of my years of wanting? Does this adorable, naughty, willful witch hold the key?




There is much that can be said about the erotic books that were published during the Victorian era of sexual restraint and exceptionally good manners. There was an abundance of such literature celebrating all manner of sexual practices, though it wasn’t sold at booksellers, most of the trade taking place in Holywell Street, near The Strand in London. (It should be noted that even in the most passionate of scenes, there remained an emphasis on good manners, and the British class distinction was strictly adhered to).

Like children reaching their rebellious adolescence, many rose silently against the curtailment of sexual freedom. Resenting the repression, perhaps they found their insurgent solace in the pages of these extraordinary tomes, though it was common knowledge that men and women who enjoyed the delights of corporal punishment, gathered in secret with like-minded souls, hungry to escape the (ironic) bondage of the crown.

Spanking and caning was covertly championed as an alluring enhancement to the sexual act, and even self-flagellation was prevalent in the lives of the underground populace. It is also worth mentioning that corporal discipline was used unhesitatingly as a means of punishment in the schools, and this may have contributed to the practice in adulthood.

While many of these books were churned out in back rooms by writers commonly referred to as ‘hacks’, many possessed writing skills that are still admired. Not wishing their identities to be known, they penned their names simply as, Anonymous, and some of these ‘hacks’, turned out novels that became classics. Birch and the Boudoir, My Secret Life, and Frank and I, to name just a few.

In the early days of my burgeoning love of these books, I often wondered how they survived through the decades, especially considering the laws and governance at the time.  Certainly scandalous sexual play is captivating, but the more I pondered this the more I came to realize that it wasn’t just the erotica that was the cause of their survival.

The heart of any book, the core, the pulse, the ‘pick me up and read me, and read me again,’ is the story.

Whether a mysterious murder, a scary romp through a haunted house, or a romance incorporating the passionate ache that permeates the souls of the Dominant and submissive, it is the telling of the tale and the charismatic characters that brings a book to life. In many, if not most of these books, the story is the foundation upon which the naughtiness is built. These writers may have been outlaws, but their books have lived through generations and continue to thrive because they are terrific story-tellers.

I admire and respect their talent, and with every book I strive to reach the standard they set more than a century ago.

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Romantic Cowboy Spanking – A Long, Hot, Excerpt #ASMSG #EARTG #COWBOYS #SPANKING



I have received a number of requests asking me to post a longer excerpt in addition to the short snippets that have appeared in Saturday Spankings and My Sexy Saturday. I am more than happy to do so.  Thank you for asking, and I hope you enjoy it.  WP

With every tug of her hair, Dusty felt herself sink deeper under his magical pull. He was capturing her, seducing her, tantalizing her. Kneeling in only her chaps, her bottom naked and waiting for punishment, her skin was aching for his touch, and she longed to feel his cock filling her and riding her forward to the brink.

“Please, couldn’t you just make love to me now and spank me later?” she whispered.

He had reached the end of the braid, and was fastening it with an elastic tie.

“Please?” she repeated.

“No,” he said firmly, “and don’t ask again. I’m going to blindfold you. Close your eyes.”

Just the thought made her gasp, and as the black satin touched the top of her cheekbones her heart skipped, and she gasped again.

“Yep, blindfolds, they can be scary and excitin’ all at the same time,” he muttered as he knotted it at the back of her head. “Swizzle around and face me.”

His hands gripped her upper arms as she turned, giving her a feeling of support, then slid down to her wrists and lifted them up.

“Now I’m gonna make sure you don’t try to interfere when that hairbrush is swattin’ your backside.”

“I won’t, I promise,” she whimpered.

“This will make it easier for both of us,” he said winding a leather strap around her wrists and buckling it closed.

Holding her face between his hands, he brought her lips to hers and softly kissed her.

“I’m gonna sit back on the lounger, and I want you to crawl over me.”

“I can’t see,” she mewed.

“I’ll help you, come on now, come on forward.”

His hand grasped her arm and guided her over his waiting lap, and as she lowered her body on to his thighs he shifted her into position. Lowering her head, she found the fuzzy cover comforting, and when his hand began to caress her upturned cheeks, she took a deep breath and almost relaxed. Almost. She knew his gentle fondling would be short-lived, and soon she’d learn what it meant to be spanked with a hairbrush. She’d heard about it of course. Gossip among the students at the barn, tales of a girl in trouble feeling the swat of her mother’s hairbrush on her backside, but she’d never felt such a thing. She’d never been spanked at all until Patrick had done the honors after the episode with Trixie Davenport.

“You ready?”

“I guess,” she squeaked.

“Yes, Sir, or no, Sir.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Gazing at her pale globes framed by the hot pink chaps, the sight was enough to send a fresh sizzle into his loins. Her bottom looked so beautiful, raised up as it was and waiting for his discipline.

“This view is just as I imagined it would be,” he murmured. “From now on, whenever I have to punish you, you’re to present yourself to me wearin’ these chaps.”

Before she could respond his open palm landed swiftly, kissing her skin with a hot sting, then continued to bounce from cheek to cheek without pause. Burying her face in the fur cover, she let out some muffled yelps then wriggled in protest.

“Sir,” she yelled lifting her head, “OW, Sir, OW.”

“I’m just warmin’ you up a bit,” he remarked without pausing his hand. “I told you, this has gotta count. You’re not gonna be doin’ foolish things like that again.”

“I won’t, OW! I swear!”

“I want you to remember this,” he said sternly as his hand rose and fell.

“I will, I will, OOWWW.”

“It’s gettin‘ to be a real nice color,” he commented as he stopped spanking. “Feels good and hot. I think you’re about ready.”

He’d left the hairbrush next to him, and picking it up he rested the wooden back on the center of her right cheek.

“Dusty, this is gonna hurt. It’s mean to hurt. It’s a lesson. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she panted. “

Tellin‘ me it hurts, askin‘ me to stop, it’s not gonna make a damn bit of difference, and I already know how many times I’m gonna land this hairbrush on your tush. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“All-righty then, bury your face in that cover again. Here we go.”

He circled the polished wood across her skin for just a moment, then raising it up just a few inches, he flicked it down. Dusty let out a wail and kicked her feet, but Matt didn’t wait for her to settle before repeating the swat on her opposite cheek. She yelped again, and he quickly brought it to her sensitive sit spot just above the top of her chaps, smacking each side several times before returning to the center of her bottom and dispatching several sharp spanks before pausing. She was gyrating her hips from side to side, bleating into the lounger.

“If I have to spank you for this again,” he said sternly as he rubbed the sting, “I’ll double the count and make the swats harder. You understand me?”

“Yes, Sir,” she groaned.

“You will not ever,” he decreed landing an additional, hard swat on each cheek eliciting a loud yowl, “put yourself in the company of anyone, man or woman, who could cause you harm, not in any way, are we clear?”

“Yes, yes, Sir,” she howled.

“Not in public, or private, or anywhere, and no ridin’ Licorice where you might be spotted by that lunatic. You sniff danger, you bolt. You’re not sure, you bolt, and you call me, no waitin’. You call me before anyone else.”

“Yes, Sir, I will, I will.”

Sighing heavily, he continued to rub until she settled, then slipping his hand between her legs he searched her wetness.

“That spankin’ sure made you wet,” he crooned. “I don’t know why it makes want you so badly,” she bleated “I put this soft cover on this lounger ‘cos I knew your butt would be sore, but I’m thinkin’ I wanna take you from behind, and I wanna take you right now. Crawl off me and get on your hands and knees.”

In spite of, or perhaps because of her burning bottom, her cunt was craving his cock, and as she scrabbled forward she felt him kneel behind her. As his fingers pushed into her saturated channel, she let out a cry and arched her back, begging for his entry.

Gazing down at her scarlet skin, her legs encased in the pink leather all the way up her thighs, he felt a rush of energy. Grabbing the condom he’d left on the small table he quickly sheathed himself, and resting his hands on her hot cheeks he plunged forward.

“Oh, girl, I’m gonna fuck you good,” he groaned, “I know that’s what you want, and I want it too.”

“It is,” she wailed, “it is.”

Her visions of being gently laid on her back, his mouth softly nibbling her nipples, and his hands tenderly caressing her, had completely evaporated. She wanted his cock to ride her, to take her, to possess her. He was clutching her hips, and plunging himself in and out of her succulent depths, and she suddenly had a revelation. He was possessing her just as she wanted, but it was more than that; she was his to do with as he wished.

Matt could feel her surrender. It wasn’t just her body yielding to its carnal need, but her being, her heart and her soul, was submitting to him.

“Matt,” she wailed, “I’m there, please may I?”

“Yes,” he growled, and closing his eyes, feeling her submissive energy cloak him, he let his cock fire.

The sharp convulsions jolted them both, and as the climax delivered its shuddering waves, uniting them in a mutual release, hot tingles sparkled through his limbs. Slowly they dissipated, and flaccid and drained he slipped out and fell next to her.

She was breathless, repeating his name, and sliding the blindfold from her eyes, and unbuckling the leather strap from her wrists, he brought her into his arms.

“Hey,” he crooned, “you okay?”

“Matt, I felt something so big,” she panted as she nestled into him. “I don’t mean the orgasm, I mean…how I felt. How I feel,” she sputtered.

“I know, baby, and you can tell me about it later. You just rest and catch your breath right now.”

Holding her in his arms, Matt gazed across the lake at the heavy moon.

You’re not the only one who surrendered, Dusty girl, I think I just lost my heart to you.



In celebration of my new release


I’ve devised this fun cowboy contest.


Below are three categories of some memorable cowboy sayings.

Pick the one you like the best and tell me why.

I’ll pick my favorite comment from each category, and the winners will receive a free kindle version of the book.


Ready? Here we go!



Generally, you ain’t learnin’ nothing when your mouth’s a-jawin’.

If you’re ridin’ ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it’s still there with ya.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop digging.

It’s better to keep your mouth shut and look stupid than open it and prove it.

Just ’cause trouble comes visiting doesn’t mean you have to offer it a place to sit down.

Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier than puttin’ it back.

The only good reason to ride a bull is to meet a nurse.

Treat a woman like a racehorse, and she’ll never be a nag.

There’ are two theories to arguin’ with a woman. Neither one works.



Don’t squat with your spurs on. 

Don’t let your yearnings get ahead of your earnings.

Don’t dig for water under the outhouse.

Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear or a fool from any direction.

Never ask how stupid someone is ’cause they’ll turn around and show you.

Never ask a barber if you need a haircut.

Never slap a man who’s chewing tobacco.



If you get thrown from a horse, you have to get up and get back on, unless you landed on a cactus; then you have to roll around and scream in pain.

A cowboy is a man with guts and a horse.

If you climb in the saddle, be ready for the ride.

The horse stopped with a jerk– and the jerk fell off!

When in doubt, let your horse do the thinkin’.

Speak your mind, but ride a fast horse.


My Sexy Saturday 3/7/2015 – The Cowboy and the Girl In The Hot Pink Chaps – #ROMANCE, #SPANKING, #COWBOYS

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Thanks for taking the time to stop by. Here is an introduction to my brand new, sexy couple,

The Cowboy and the Girl In The Hot Pink Chaps


Here’s the blurb.

An unrequited love. An unexpected reunion.

Dot Anderson has been in crush with Matthew Montgomery since she was a skinny, awkward teenager saddled with braces, thick glasses, and short, mousey brown hair. Hanging around the cafe where he’d stop for coffee, she would pet his dog, Jinx, just to be near him, but time has passed, and the ugly duckling has blossomed into a swan. Dot has become Dusty, an enticing female with long flaxen hair and deep green eyes. After winning the divisional barrel racing finals, she bumps into the handsome cowboy. Her feelings are as strong as ever, but he doesn’t remember her, at least, not at first, which absolutely infuriates her.

As their crackling love affair evolves, so does a mystery involving Dusty’s champion steed. As Matt attempts to uncover the secret, he must deal with his growing attraction to the willful young woman, and protect her from the danger that lurks in the shadows. Spanking, bondage, graphic sex, and a sizzling chemistry scorch the pages of this deeply romantic tale.


Leaning forward, he wrapped his fingers around her long, silky hair, and moved his lips to her ear.

“I’m gonna kiss you, then I’m gonna hug you, then I’m gonna spank you,” he whispered. “You don’t have a problem with any of that, do you?”

It was a roll of the dice. If he’d guessed wrong, she could recoil, pull back and call him crazy, but if he’d guessed right, she would turn to melted butter.

“S-spank me?” she breathed.

“Yep, just a bit, for that tantrum you threw,” he said softly, silently saying a prayer of thanks that she was still sitting there and hadn’t slapped his face. “We’ve gotta start off on the right foot, and hissy fits, they don’t fly with me, and I’m gonna make that clear from the start.”

Thanks for swinging on over. Have a great weekend, and I do hope you’ll have time to visit the other participants in this weeks hop.




Good to be back. I’ve been locked in my writing dungeon completing this new release. SO much fun following these two on their sexy, steamy romp through all kinds of adventure.

Here’s the blurb.

An unrequited love.  An unexpected reunion.

Dot Anderson has been in crush with Matthew Montgomery since she was a skinny, awkward teenager saddled with braces, thick  glasses, and short, mousey brown hair.  Hanging around the cafe where he’d stop for coffee, she would pet his dog, Jinx, just to be near him, but time has passed, and the ugly duckling has blossomed into a swan. Dot has become Dusty, an enticing female with long flaxen hair and deep green eyes. After winning the divisional barrel racing finals, she bumps into the handsome cowboy. Her feelings are as strong as ever, but he doesn’t remember her, at least, not at first, which absolutely infuriates her.

As their crackling love affair evolves, so does a mystery involving Dusty’s champion steed. As Matt attempts to uncover the secret, he must deal with his growing attraction to the willful young woman, and protect her from the danger that lurks in the shadows. Spanking, bondage, graphic sex, and a sizzling chemistry scorch the pages of this deeply romantic tale.


“Girl, you are so gorgeous,” he growled engulfing her in a tight, enveloping hug.“Now I’m gonna spank you, standing here, just like this.”

A thousand butterflies burst to life, and as he held her tightly with one arm, his free hand roamed over her seat. She squeezed her eyes shut as he landed his first swat, and when he delivered the second she thrust her pelvis forward. Suddenly his cock was pressing against her, and she dug her fingers into his back as the third swat made her gasp.

“Just a few more,” he mumbled, “a bit harder.”

The thin cotton of her white slacks provided little protection, and when his hot hand slapped a flurry of stinging smacks, she clutched his shirt and buried her head in his shoulder.

“There, that should do it,” he sighed, “now are you gonna be a good girl now? No more tantrums?”

“No,” she whispered, “no more tantrums.”

WIP 3/4/2015 – The Cowboy and the Girl In The Hot Pink Chaps – COVER REVEAL – #Cowboys #Spanking #Romance






I’m very excited to announce Book Eight of this series, a super hot, titillating tale,  with all the sizzle you can expect between a cool hunky cowboy and a sexy sassy siren.

Set Up

Dot Anderson has been in crush with Matthew Montgomery since she was a skinny, awkward teenager saddled with braces, thick glasses, and short, mousey brown hair.  Hanging around the cafe where he’d stop for coffee, she would pet his dog, Jinx, just to be near him. Time passes, and with her college years behind her, the ugly duckling has blossomed into a swan. Dot becomes Dusty, and with a rare talent for barrel racing, she makes her mark in local shows.  When she bumps into Matt Montgomery after winning the divisional finals, her feelings for him haven’t changed, but to her shock and fury, he doesn’t remember her.  


I knew it. I knew he wouldn’t remember me. All those times I said hello, all those times I gave Jinx treats and made such a fuss of him, was I completely invisible? I shouldn’t be so angry, I know I looked completely different back then, but I can’t help it. This was such a great win. I should be ecstatic. Licorice and my riding, that’s all I should be thinking about. Okay, that’s it, I’m fine. I’m done with this crap. I have to go and show Auntie Sharon my trophy. Screw him, screw them all.

Squaring her shoulders and taking a deep breath, she opened the door and headed off towards the barn. Being with Licorice, grooming him, making sure he was okay, that would calm her, then she’d go to the trailer and see her aunt.


Her gaze had been on nothing. She’d simply been putting one foot in front of the other, and hadn’t spotted Matt leaning against the wall ahead, Jinx at his side.

“Sorry, what?” she frowned looking towards the voice. Matt? No! Seriously? Not again! Please, dear God!

“Hi,” he smiled. “I just wondered if you’d like to have some coffee, or maybe lunch sometime?”

“You can’t be serious?” she glowered.

“Uh, have I offended you?” Matt asked, completely baffled by her reaction.

“Offended me? You’re asking if you’ve offended me?”

“Easy there,” he said lifting his palm in a gesture of surrender as he slowly moved towards her. “If I have, please tell me. Let me make it up to you.”

A bubble began in her gut and moved slowly upwards, gaining power and strength as it traveled. All her years of adoring him from afar, of being the odd one, having no boyfriends or dates, suddenly exploded in a torrent of emotion.

“I wouldn’t have coffee with you if you were the last man on the planet,” she shouted. “You don’t even know me, but you like the long blonde hair, and perfect teeth, and the pink chaps. That’s what you want to have coffee with, not me! You don’t want to have coffee with me! Go and find some dingbat to go have coffee with. Trixie Davenport, that’s your speed, go and find her. I’m sure she’d just love to be seen with the famous Matt Montgomery.”

Out of breath, out of words, and completely overcome, she made a loud grunting noise and hurried away.

“What the hell was that?” Matt muttered.

Jinx, who had been sitting patiently by his side, was not going let his long-lost friend leave without a goodbye, and unexpectedly bounded after her.

“Jinx! What the hell?”

Matt was about to chase after them both, but he paused, slightly shell-shocked.

That was totally bizarre. I should just call Jinx back and let her go. I should, but I don’t think I will. Whatever her problem is, that was totally out of line, and I need to find out what the hell is goin’ on.

Breaking into a jog he managed to catch up to her just as she exited the building, Jinx following along behind.

“Hey,” he called, “hey, wait a second.”

To his relief she stopped, then slowly turned around.

“What?” she snapped.

“I don’t know what I’ve done to upset you, but that temper tantrum-”

“Temper tantrum?” she interrupted glowering at him. “How dare you. Just because you’re a good-looking guy with a fancy truck and money to burn, you think I should be all googly-eyed that you want to go out with me?”

“Googly-eyed?” he exclaimed. “What the heck are you sayin’?”

Jinx, upset that they were raising their voices began to bark, and bending down to pet him, she laid her trophy on the grass.

“Jinxy, don’t worry sweetie,” she said affectionately. “You just have a thoughtless human for an owner.”

“What is wrong with you?” Matt frowned totally bewildered.

“There’s something wrong with me now?” she shrilled jumping to her feet, fighting the tears that threatened to burst at any moment. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I just don’t give a shit about all your money, and if I go out with someone it will because they’re genuinely interested in me, and I know they want to spend time with me because of who I am, not how I look.”

They were suddenly locked, eye to eye, two wild beasts in a standoff.

“You know what you need?” he said quietly, leaning forward, a deep furrow carving his forehead. “You need an old-fashioned, over the knee spankin’.”

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me. You’re upset about somethin’, okay, but damn, girl, the least you can do is tell me what it is. That was nothin’ but a childish outburst.”

“You know what,” she hissed, knowing in one more second she’d dissolve into tears, “maybe you’re right, maybe that was a tantrum, and maybe I do need a spanking, but it sure as hell won’t come from the likes of you.”

Dumbfounded, he watched her pick up her trophy and storm off.

“We’ll see about that,” he called after her. “We’ll just see!”

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Dominance and submission: Attn: DOMS AND SUBS: The Cuckoo Clock- #ASMSG #SPANKING #ROMANCE #FSOG

We all need a good giggle, and honestly, I laughed out loud when I read this.  It was sent to me by a friend in the UK, and it was told to her by a “Miss Scarlet”.  So, Miss Scarlet, whoever and wherever you might be, thank you.


A sub asked her Master if she could go to a lingerie party with the rest of the subs, promising faithfully to be home by midnight.

The hours passed, the lingerie tried, and the gossip exchanged along with many margaritas joyfully consumed.

It was around 3 a.m., when, a bit loaded, she headed for home.

Creeping through the front door, she was about to walk up the stairs, when, to her horror, the cuckoo clock in the hallway cuckooed three times.

Realizing her Master would be woken up, hear the cuckoo and know how late she was, she cuckooed another nine times. Three cuckoos plus nine cuckoos equals midnight!

Whoo Hoo, she thought, punishment avoided!

Extremely proud of herself (as drunken subs are want to be) for coming up with such a brilliant solution, she snuck up the stairs and slid into bed.

The next morning her Master asked what time she got in.

“Midnight,” she said airily as he moved to their toy cabinet.

“We need a new cuckoo clock,” he remarked.

“We do?” she asked biting her lip.

“Last night,” he began, turning around holding his favorite cane, “our cuckoo clock behaved in a most peculiar manner. It cuckooed three times, then, to my surprise, it spoke.”

“Uh, it, uh, spoke?” she cringed.

“Indeed. It said, ‘oh shit’, then cuckooed four more times, cleared its throat, cuckooed another three times, then actually giggled.”

“It did? Are you sure,” she quivered.

“Quite sure, but it didn’t end there. It cuckooed twice more, hiccupped, and then tripped over the hall chair and made a very rude noise!”

BDSM-Spanking-Excerpt: The Strict British Barrister: Act One: Only .99c … 2/27 – 3/3




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“I must be very strict about this, Brittany,” he said sternly. “You have to learn you cannot manipulate me. You did it once and I punished you, and yet you turned around and did it again.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “really, I am.”

“Let’s start with, I’m sorry, Sir.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” she repeated, “but I have to explain. I saw this show about Kate Middleton and Prince_”

“You can stop right there,” he said holding up his hand. “Whatever the motivation, you still attempted to manipulate me and it must be dealt with. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she sighed. “Understood.”

“That spanking over my knee I promised you,” he began, “you’ll get it, but it will have far more bite, and I have a couple of other things in mind for you, discipline that I hope will make you think twice before you decide to pull any more stunts.”

“Whatever you say, Sir,” she said softly.

“Indeed,” he said raising his eyebrows. “To start, you’re to go back to your cabin, shower, and change into something you think I’ll like, and come back with whatever you need for the next twenty-four hours. You will not be allowed to leave this cabin. You will consider yourself under house arrest.”

“Yes, Sir,” she nodded.

“You’ll have precisely ten minutes from the time you leave here to pack your bag and return.”

“What should I wear go to my cabin? Those clothes I was wearing last-”

“Those dreadful clothes, they’re gone,” he said, cutting her off as he stood up. “ You’ll have to wear that robe, just as you did before, but I will not be escorting you this time.”

“Should I go now?”

“Yes, immediately, and remember, ten minutes. I would advise you not to keep me waiting.”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied jumping to her feet, and heart pumping she headed for the door.

“Remember, Brittany, ten minutes.”

She wasn’t wearing a watch, so glanced at the clock on the wall, then sending him a nervous smile she headed off to her cabin.


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