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The Lesser of Two Evils

Guess who I have visiting me today?  Ashe Barker and Katy Swann

And they have brought us their book:

The Master

 

The Master - AB cover

 

After her long-time taekwondo instructor passes away suddenly, Jodie Price is certain her dreams of Olympic glory have been dashed, and she is thrilled when bold, handsome coach Dylan Atkins offers his help. But Dylan’s training regimen will be more rigorous than anything Jodie has experienced before, and she quickly discovers that he is a firm believer in strict discipline.

When she is caught drinking in defiance of Dylan’s rules, Jodie soon finds herself sobbing and promising to do better as she is thoroughly paddled. Dylan’s stern correction arouses her deeply, however, and it isn’t long before he takes her in his arms and masters her completely. But though his skilled, dominant lovemaking leaves her utterly spent and satisfied, will Jodie trust him enough to tell him the truth when a powerful sponsor tries to use their romance to blackmail her?

Publisher’s Note: The Master includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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HERE IS YOUR BITE!

(18+, spanky)

 

The deal settled, Dylan glanced about and spotted a vacant spanking bench a few yards away. He offered her his hand, and she took it.

“House safewords, okay?” He gestured to Jodie to assume the position on the bench.

“Red, yellow, green. Yes, that’s fine, Master Dylan. Do… do you want me to undress?”

Dylan seriously doubted that, once out of that dress, she’d be going back into it any time soon. “What do you have on under it?”

“Just a thong, Sir.”

“That’ll be fine.” He was already pushing the boundaries. He had no intention of touching her. A thong would preserve some sliver of modesty whilst offering no protection from his paddle.

He waited until she was draped across the top of the bench, then crouched to secure the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Given that she wanted this spanking, the restraints weren’t needed for practical purposes, but she’d mentioned she enjoyed being tied up, so why not?

“Comfortable?”

“Yes, Master Dylan. Thank you.”

He peeled back the scrap of red latex that purported to make up the skirt of her dress and rolled it up to her waist. The thong beneath was made of bright red satin and disappeared between the rounded cheeks of her delectable ass. He could just make out the darker patch between her thighs that betrayed her arousal.

Good. That makes two of us.

A selection of spanking implements was displayed on the wall behind the bench. Dylan already had a good idea what he intended to use but took his time over making his choice. His little newbie sub would benefit from the wait. Eventually, he lifted down a paddle made of polished wood. It was of medium weight and would deliver a resounding, heavy stroke, more of a thud than a slap really. It would make plenty of noise, and he knew that would add considerably to the experience for Jodie.

“This is going to smart, but you’ll be fine for practice on Monday. That’s almost three days away.”

“Th-thank you.” She clenched her buttocks in anticipation as he took up position behind her.

“Ten strokes. You can count them if you like.”

“Only ten?” She shifted on the bench. “I usually manage more than that.”

Was that a note of disappointment in her voice? Dylan grinned. She’ll learn.

“We’re dealing in quality here, not quantity. Ten will be ample, I assure you.”

“Oh, but—”

“Are you ready, Jodie?” He tapped her upturned buttock with the flat of the paddle.

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready. I… Oh!”

She let out a satisfying squeal when he dropped the first stroke across her right cheek. The outline of the paddle bloomed in bright red across her creamy skin.

Pretty as a picture, he thought.

“Are you counting, Jodie?”

“What? Oh, yes. One, Sir.” Her voice was considerably less even now, her breath coming in short, quick pants. Oh, yes, she would most certainly learn.

He shifted slightly and raised the paddle again.

Jodie yelped, shrieked, writhed in the restraints. This will be a memorable lesson, he reflected as she counted out the next three strokes, whimpering between each one.

He spread the spanks evenly across her buttocks. Each cheek now bloomed beautifully, her gorgeous globes clenching and quivering as he selected his spot for the next slap.

The sound made by the paddle was sublime. A swift whistle as it whooshed through the air, then a deep, resonating thud when it connected with her flesh. From her squeals and grunts it was obvious Jodie appreciated the finer qualities of the implement; in particular, its ability to deliver a serious and memorable lesson with little in the way of aftereffects.

 

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Have you met the authors?

 

About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

About Katy Swann

Katy lives in Kent, UK with her husband, three children and three cats. She writes erotic BDSM romance with a strong emphasis on Dominance and submission. Katy explores both the emotional and sexual elements of D/s, with Doms that are firm but caring and submissives that are strong and feisty. 

She loves the 4 C’s: cats, chocolate, champagne and coffee. When she’s not writing she spends her time as a glorified taxi driver for her children and even finds time now and then to indulge in her interests, which include Tai Chi, dance, music, aviation and reading. 

 

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“You are already my wet dreams come to life.”

The O’Connor Family is Back with

QUINLAN AND CHEYENNE’S STORY

Book 2 out

NOW

 

AcceptingHisWays

 

“Now that’s ridiculous.” She stood with her arms crossed over her breasts. Oddly, she felt her muff was covered well enough.

“No, what is ridiculous is that you think you’ve any influence over this now. You gave up your chance unless you’re playing your yellow card.”

He sent her to the corner with another searing smack to her bottom cheeks when she didn’t respond, and its message was acknowledged in her yelp and immediate reaching back to soothe her nates.

“Those hands are to be on the clothes not your ass, Cheyenne.”

She screeched her irritation but reached down and folded the clothing giving Quinn a perfect view of all the jewels in her buried treasure trove.

“Now what?” she asked standing up straight and placing her hands on her hips, bared breasts forgotten in her irritation.

“You’re a sassy minx tonight, aren’t you?” came his exasperated reply.

“No, I’m a frustrated, irritated, irate woman who is going to say this only one time. I hate doctors and no matter how angry you are at that, no matter how sick I get, I’m still not going to see a doctor if I don’t have to, and that’s my right.”

“Are you playing your yellow card?” “Yes. No.” She shook her head.

That was when she really noticed Quinn. She saw he wasn’t looking at the papers he had in front of him but was leaned back on the couch with one arm on the back, the other hand on the armrest propping his chin and right ankle sitting on the left knee.

He was everything she ever needed, and he deserved her everything. She looked at him cautiously. His facial expression was pained, as though he had a problem he was trying to puzzle out. She was his problem, as usual.

“Quinn?” She took a step out of the corner she was never really in, unsure what to do. “What’s wrong?”

“Turn around, cailín dána.” Cheyenne faltered, still unsure what to do with the unfamiliar sight of a nonplused, if not worried, Quinn.

“I’m sorry,” her hesitant voice said sweetly.

“I know, a lómhara, but I have to work this problem out. Turn around while I do that.”

“I want to help. Why won’t you let me help figure things out, whatever it is?” Cheyenne asked Quinn with a mixture of irritation and concern. “If I’m the problem, then I want to be part of the solution!”

“Right, then turn around.”

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About the Author:

Alyssa Bailey is a dyed in the wool Texan living in the beauty of Southeast Alaska with her husband, her youngest four (of eleven) children, two dogs and two cats. She lives where the sky meets the mountains, the mountains meet the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. People, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Her first memory of books was when her mother read to her as a small child. She began writing as soon as she could put letters together to form words. Her first story at the age of six was about a performing horse that ran away from the circus. As she got older and read more of a variety of books, she would say, “I can do better than that” and then rewrite them in her head. She was writing fanfiction before fanfiction was a ‘thing.’ 

In high school and college, she won journalism and special recognition for her academic and fictional writing. Alyssa is a firm believer in all things spanking. She loves writing about domestic discipline and power exchanges between strong, intelligent women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give them their space but Alpha enough to keep his woman safe, in spite of herself. Her characters predominately live in Regency England amongst lords and ladies, in the contemporary realm amongst men and women of the world, and all things Cowboy. 

Contact her, she loves to chat, and as always, have a Spankolicious day!

 

Find Alyssa Bailey online:

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Email: alyssabaileyromance@gmail.com   

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Don’t miss these exciting titles by ALYSSA BAILEY and Blushing Books!

Welcome Cowboy

Taming Texanna

 Chase Abbey Series:

Lord Barrington’s Minx (book 1)

Becoming Lady Barrington (book 2)

Lady Caroline’s Defiance (book 3)

 

The O’Connor Series:

Liam & Jocelyn’s Story

Her Sweet Complication (Book 1)

Liam’s Lessons (Book 2)

Loving Liam (Book 3)

 Ciarán and Katherine’s Story

His Gentle Persuasion (Book 1)

Rancher’s Creed (Book 2)

Katie Consents (Book 3)

Quinlan and Cheyenne’s Story

Quinlan’s Quest

Accepting His Ways

A Balancing Act (Fall 2016)

Two new books in the O’Connor Series

The O’Connor Series

Quinn and Cheyenne’s Story

First 2 of 3 out today

Quinlan’s Quest (Quinlan Book 1)

I thought showing you a teaser for both books and giving you the Gaelic words might help get through the next hours waiting for the new books…

 

 PROMO 5

Can Cheyenne deal with his high-handed ways and higher expectations in exchange for being his woman?

Cheyenne Sterling was partners with her father in their accounting firm when he passed away suddenly. Now, one year later, Cheyenne has a healthy business and unhealthy lifestyle that is totally out of control. One afternoon control walked in her door in the form of Quinlan O’Connor, rough, handsome, and all alpha male. She couldn’t deny that he was very easy to look at, but also couldn’t deny that it was proving harder than she expected to fall in line the way he demanded. Then again, Cheyenne truly loved a challenge.

Considered the toughest O’Connor sibling, Quinn is a Sheridan, Wyoming, sheriff’s deputy with peculiar tastes. His brothers have a hint of how domineering Quinn is in his relationships but none knows the depths of his lifestyle. Finding a woman who is strong enough to stand up to him when it is the right thing to do, and woman enough to submit when she should has proven to be an elusive thing for Quinn. It makes his search for a wife a monumental quest.

When doing an errand for his father, he meets spunky Cheyenne Sterling, a young woman who needs a keeper with a firm hand and loving arms.  She reveals her wilder side and risky behaviors over a pseudo-business dinner at his parents’ home. The next thing he knows, he finds her in a private club he warned her to not attend. In Quinn’s world, there are consequences when a young woman disobeys him.

Will Cheyenne stay around after she experiences his consequences or will she run like the rest?

 

DISCLAIMER:  This book contains the spanking of adult women, elements of erotic play including anal and BDSM. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

 

Accepting His Ways (Quinlan Book 2)

PROMO 7

Learning to accept her fiancé’s ways may mean a few trips over his knee on their way to the altar.

Cheyenne Sterling is walking on cloud nine. Her boyfriend of almost two years, Quinlan O’Connor, has finally proposed. Quinn is a local sheriff’s deputy and a charter member of the local BDSM club, The Sting, where they enjoy friends, playrooms, and entertainment as often as they can. Cheyenne expects it all to be smooth sailing from here. Engagements, however, have a way of breeding mischief, and this one is no different. 

Quinn is satisfied his life is moving forward. He was more than ready to take the plunge, but the road to future bliss can be long and bumpy.  As a card-carrying dominant, his need to retain control is critical but with his feisty woman, control may be more of a perception than a reality. Everything in their life now comes with a higher emotional price tag.

Will clandestine meetings, secret lifestyles, treasure rooms, new types of play, and one naughty submissive destroy all they have built between them and all they are beginning to grow in their new life? Is their relationship’s foundation strong enough to take so many changes and challenges without crumbling? In all the preparations for a life together, are they ready?

 

DISCLAIMER:  This book contains the spanking of adult women, elements of erotic play including anal and BDSM. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

 

Quinlan’s Glossary

 

Anois—ănish—Now

A stór (stoirin)/a (mo) muirnín – ă stōre / ă mour-nēēn — my darling, sweetheart, beloved

Cailín— Kálēēn– girl, young lady

Caoimhe – Kwēē-vă

Cián – Kēy-ĭn

Ciarán – Kēy-air-on

beag amháin Dănă byŭg ămwāne – little One

Is breá liom tú,-   ĕs-bră-lōm-too    –I love you.

A lómhara —  lōv-ă-rah   –precious (my)

Mo beag amháin — Mō byŭg ămwāne – My little One

Mo ghra—mō- gr-ă—My love

Mo mhuirnín— mō mour-nēēn- my sweetheart/darling/beloved

Mo Milis—mō-mēlish– my sweet

piscín dána—pishkeen dawna-  naughty kitten

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Summer Camp Trickery

Guess who has come to visit with me today? Yep, Constance Masters!

 

With Her newest Book…

Trickery

 

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Morgan King is a 23 year old virgin who has never had a proper boyfriend. The fussy young woman longs to meet a man everything like the heroes in the spanking romance novels she loves to read. When such a man comes along, Morgan is sure that he must be too good to be true and balks at actually meeting him.

 

Jackson Brooks is a 29 year old middle school teacher who works summers at his family’s summer camp. When he gets to know Morgan on an online dating site, he is sure she’s the girl for him. They are both ready to settle down and he doesn’t understand why she is so hesitant to meet him in person. His confusion deepens when he finds out she has sent him a fake photo; he is not happy. With his job as director of the summer camp looming, he decides to give the elusive Morgan some  space.

 

Morgan is devastated when she realizes she has probably blown things with Jackson. The desperate young woman hatches a plan to get to know him secretly. She pretends to be her own mother and books herself into Sunnyvale Summer Camp under the name of Alyssa King, using her sister’s birth certificate. What will happen when Jackson finds out?

 

Wanna Check out the Camp? Come on…

Jackson stood and walked around to her side of the desk. “Stand up.”

“What are you doing?” Morgan’s eyes were wide with disbelief but she did as he asked.

“Bend over the desk.” He moved his things out of the way and stood back while she bent over. “Stay there.”

“What are you going to do? You can’t really mean to spank me, not here. Someone will hear you!” Morgan shifted nervously, her fingers automatically tugging at the frayed hem of her shorts.

“They won’t because you will not make a sound. You are going to take what you have coming to you and you are going to be completely silent. Not one little whimper because you know you deserve every single lick.” Jackson was angry and he had to decide what to do but there was no way he could even think straight until he’d metered out at least some punishment. It was nothing compared to what he wanted to do but he had to bear in mind there were kids on the property and for the most part he had to concentrate on them. This bottom warming would have to be quick and sharp.

“But I?” Morgan squirmed uncomfortably.

“The only butt I’m interested in is the one I’m about to punish. Stay in that position and wait.” He was surprised that she did as he told her. Jackson locked his office door and walked through to his adjoining sleeping quarters to find something to spank her with. He needed something with maximum sting and yet whisper quiet. He had to remember that as far as the other councillors knew, he was holed up in here with a teenage girl. If they heard any kind of slap they could call the police and both of them could end up in jail. He took a belt out of his closet, folded it and cracked it across his palm. The sting was considerable but it was not noiseless. Could he use a rubber flip-flop? Nope, the slapping sound was distinctive and quite loud. Finally he grabbed the tilt wand from the blinds and flicked it across his hand. Perfect. It packed a good sting and was completely silent.

 

When he walked back into the office he was pleased to see that Morgan hadn’t moved. That was something. So her name was Morgan King. At least he could put a name, face and very soon, smacked bottom to the person he’d been talking to, at last.

“What’s that?” Morgan asked, her head shooting around and her jaw dropping with shock when she saw what he was holding.

“Bend back over.” He pressed her down slightly and pulled at her light shorts until they were buried within her crease. This left a pleasing amount of her naked butt cheeks on show.

“I’m scared,” Morgan whimpered into her arm.

“Good, you deserve to be scared.”

“I’m sorry Jackson, I really am.”

Jackson had to steel himself. “I’m going to spank your sassy, dishonest behind hard with this, plastic whatever it is, because you have put both of us at risk of being in terrible trouble with the law. You haven’t even had a criminal record check. My brother and sister in-law could lose their business. All because you didn’t think about anyone but yourself.”

“And I’m not a criminal!”

“I didn’t say you were but it is against the law to work with kids without the proper checks.”

“I just wanted to get to know you.” Morgan was crying and he hadn’t even smacked her yet.

“There were better ways than this to get to know me.”

“I can see that now!”

“Hush,” he whispered.

 Jackson raised his hand and brought the fiery little stick down hard across both plump cheeks. He would have loved for the first time he spanked this woman to have been with his hand. He wanted nothing more than to feel those soft cheeks ripple beneath his bare hand. He so wanted to hear the satisfying clap of flesh meeting flesh. He brought his chosen gadget down again, a little lower than the first pink line.

“Please Jackson,” Morgan begged quietly. “It hurts.”

“It’s not supposed to tickle Morgan. Honestly, you are so lucky that I can’t give you exactly what you deserve or you would be getting a thorough hand spanking followed by a few licks of my belt.”

“I’ll do anything you want if you stop, please.”

The whippy little plastic rod danced up and down her soft white flesh and she was dancing on her toes to ease the sting. “Keep still Alyssa,” he whispered. “You know you deserve this.”

“But it burns—and my name is Morgan.”

“Good, I hope it keeps on burning Morgan.” He hoisted her up by a handful of shorts and made sure he covered the area that usually remained hidden in the crease. He didn’t want the effects of this spanking to wear off too soon. Finally he put the wand down on the desk and pulled her shorts back into place to cover her bottom. She looked adorable; both hands were rubbing her sore bottom while she stood there with her messy hair and her tear stained cheeks looking completely contrite. He wanted nothing more than to hug her and kiss away her tears.

“That hurt.”

“I hope so honey.” He pulled her against him for their first ever, real hug and he had to admit, it felt good to hold Morgan in his arms, if only it was under better circumstances. “Enough, I need to figure out what to do next.”

“What are we gonna do?”

“Good question and when I decide I’ll let you know.”

“Fine, don’t let me interrupt your thoughts on what I am going to be doing.”

“Hush Morgan, I need to decide quickly what to do about this,” Jackson said. “Whitney is going to be expecting me to have you removed.”

“Oh well we have to do what makes Whitney happy.”

“What do you mean happy? This isn’t about making Whitney happy it’s about Whitney knowing what the rules are and expecting me to follow them.”

“Does she even know what was in the bag?”

“No, I asked her to bring it to me. Councillors don’t have the authority to search bags.” He was starting to realize that they were the only two that knew about any of this.

“This is about me. At least I should have a bit of a say about what we do next.”

“Deciding what’s the right thing for everyone though isn’t easy and I’m the adult here.”

“I am an adult.”

“And you have demonstrated that so well.”

 

 I know, right? You just have to buy it now!

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National Day of the Cowboy

 

 

CELEBRATE NATIONAL DAY OF THE COWBOY

READ A WESTERN, COWBOY, RANCHER OR OLD WEST BOOK, WATCH A WESTERN MOVIE

ENJOY THE LEGACY.

BELOW ARE SOME WEBSITES AND BOOKS STARTS TO MAKE THIS A COWBOY WEEKEND.

NATIONAL DAY OF THE COWBOY. National Day of the Cowboy is observed annually on the fourth Saturday in July.day of the cowboy

In honor of National Day of the Cowboy, I offer what the Center for Cowboy Ethics and Leadership Promotes as ten principles to live by. Not a bad place to start, I think.

 

  1. Live each day with courage
  2. Take pride in your work
  3. Always finish what you start
  4. Do what has to be done
  5. Be tough, but fair
  6. When you make a promise, keep it
  7. Ride for the brand
  8. Talk less and say more
  9. Remember that some things aren’t for sale
  10. Know where to draw the line.

HERE IS WHAT FAMOUS TV COWBOYS TAUGHT US…

http://www.phantomranch.net/bwestern/creeds.htm

 

SOME OTHER GREAT SITES:

nationaldayofthecowboy.com/wordpress/

http://www.nationaldayofthecowboy.com/

nationalcowboymuseum.org/attend-an-event/nationalday-americ…

aqha.com/news/2016/june/06162016-nationalday-of-the…

http://www.americancowboy.com/article/nationalday-american-cowboy

Honor the cowboy way by celebrating the National Day of the American Cowboy!

CELEBRATIONS EVERYWHERE.. here are a couple…

http://www.punchbowl.com/holidays/nationalday-of-the-cowbo…

http://www.bestofamericabyhorseback.com/humboldt-day-of-cowboy.html…

visitsedona.com/celebrate-nationaldaycowboy-sedona-arizona…

 

Alyssa Bailey writes happily ever after domestic discipline books that make you feel good.

Here are a contemporary and historic western by Alyssa. See all her books at:

Alyssa Bailey – Amazon Author Page

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A Hairbrush and Her Phone…

Bethany Leigh has cyber walked into my neck of the woods so I took the chance to have her discuss her book on the wonderful world of spanking.

 Are You Sitting Comfortably?

Author: Bethany Leigh

Available NOW

AreYouSitting

 

 

Are you sitting comfortably?

 

These ladies aren’t, after defiance, hijinks, bad attitude and other misbehaviour lands them a trip across a stern partner’s knee.

 Penny’s husband Hayden wants to revive domestic discipline as well as romance as they travel around Australia. Penny isn’t so sure, but then she ignores an important instruction.

 Lucy’s trying to trace a poison-pen writer and searching for an office to set up her own PI agency. Can she find a location boyfriend Noel approves of? (A standalone mystery featuring Lucy from At Dead of Night.)

 Lady Helena has run away with her family’s footman after having a disastrous marriage declared void. How will she cope with life as lowly servant Nell? (Featuring two new characters from the Lady Margia/Freedom universe.)

 Ruth is in love with the headmaster of the school where she works as a nurse. He seems unaware of her existence – until her madcap friend comes to stay, and a prank goes horribly wrong.

 Enjoy eight short spanking stories, featuring feisty heroines from a range of genres – contemporary, mystery, historical and alt-history – all with one thing in common. They all have a man who knows just how to bring them back in line!

 

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Excerpt

We purchased ice from the caravan park shop and put all our perishable food in the large cooler. By now it was after five o’clock, so Hayden cooked up the chops at one of the caravan park barbecues and I buttered some rolls and tossed together a salad. I was glad of the antics of the cockatoos as we ate at the picnic table outside our caravan. Hayden was still annoyed and clearly longing to spank me. And, while I knew I deserved it, I was dreading being spanked. Especially given that the caravan park, while certainly not crowded, was definitely not empty either. A couple of caravans and tents were close enough that their occupants would be able to hear me being spanked.

 “Hayden,” I said when we did the washing up. “You can’t really…you know…”

 “Spank you?” His voice was grim. “I can and I will.”

 “Someone could hear,” I said.

“So?”

“Well, it’s embarrassing,” I said. “And also, someone could call the cops.”

 He chuckled. “Actually, I had no intention of spanking you here. I don’t want some hero deciding you need rescuing. I have an alternative venue in mind where no one will hear you and we won’t be disturbed.” He put the final plate back in the cupboard. “Okay, we’ve a couple of hours till dusk. We can sit outside and play cards for a while.”

  Play cards? While I waited to be spanked? What planet did he live on?

 Still, I wasn’t going to argue. It was impossible to concentrate, though. I lost every round. When it started to get dark, he put the cards back in their box and said, “Time to go. Make sure you bring your hairbrush and your phone.”

  “My phone?”

  “We don’t have an egg timer,” he reminded me. “So we’ll set the timer on your phone for your spanking.”

  Reluctantly, I put my hairbrush and phone in my bag. I wondered how many minutes he’d spank me for. In the old days, it had been excruciating writhing over his knee being tanned with the hairbrush and waiting for that wretched egg timer to finally go off. I wasn’t looking forward to getting reacquainted with the experience.

 Hayden drove out of the caravan park and turned in the opposite direction to Halls Gap. Driving slowly, to avoid hitting kangaroos, he made his way into part of the national park. There was no one around. He drove until he found a picnic spot, empty apart from a mob of kangaroos. “We’ll use that bench,” he said, nodding towards it. “Go over there and wait for me.”

 

OH MY GOSH! I CAN JUST IMAGINE WHAT SHE IS THINKING… CAN’T YOU???

WIGGLE, CLENCH, RUB, GOOSE FLESH, HEART BEATING FASTER, HER FATE IS NEAR

 

ABOUT BETHANY:

Bethany Leigh is a writer of domestic dramas and detective stories spiced up with spankings and romance. Her books are: Freedom, set in an alternate Edwardian England; Betrothed, a short prequel to Freedom; At Dead of Night, a contemporary whodunit; and A Cure For All Ills, an anthology of short domestic discipline stories. All are published by Blushing Books.

 Bethany lives in Australia. When she’s not writing, she likes hanging out with her family, catching up with friends over a wine or coffee, and spotting kangaroos, wombats, kookaburras and other fabulous wildlife in the bush near her home.

 

YOU CAN FIND BETHANY HERE:

 http://bethanyleighromance.blogspot.com.au/

 Twitter: @writerbethany1

 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Bethany-Leigh-108399886191157/

 Amazon author page (which contains links to all Bethany’s books): http://www.amazon.com/Bethany-Leigh/e/B018Z9NLSK/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1449447482&sr=8-1

 

 

His Little Red Lily

OUT NEW TODAY!

HIS LITTLE RED LILY by Amelia Smarts

My friend, Amelia Smarts, is out of the country this weekend so I said I would help promo. Hope this helps!

hislittleredlily Amelia Smarts

 

Lily has dreamed of performing on stage since she was a small child, and at the age of eighteen she approaches Jesse, the owner of the local saloon, to ask for a job singing and dancing for his customers. Lily has been secretly in love with Jesse ever since the day he took it upon himself to comfort her when she was in tears one day in town, and that only makes it more painful when he refuses to hire her, telling her that a saloon is no place for a sweet, innocent girl like her.

Determined to convince him to change his mind, Lily returns the next day. Within moments of stepping through the doors of Jesse’s establishment, however, she finds herself pulled over his knee for a good, hard spanking followed by an embarrassing scolding and a stern warning never to set foot in the saloon again.

Though Jesse tells her to forget about both him and the saloon and find herself a proper, respectable husband, he cannot keep Lily off his mind, even after she takes his advice to heart and begins courting the town’s self-righteous preacher. The situation comes to a head when Jesse catches the preacher in the midst of a vicious crime against one of the saloon girls.

Terrified for Lily’s safety, Jesse takes matters into his own hands and informs her of his feelings for her. He makes it clear that he considers it his duty to provide her with both the love and attention she craves as well as the firm discipline she has needed for so long. But with her former suitor bent on revenge and trying to run Jesse out of town, can he keep his little Lily safe and keep the saloon in business at the same time?

Publisher’s Note: His Little Red Lily is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Fetching Charlotte Rose. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, and elements of age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

 

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“The only thing you’ll be proving is how much sense you’ve got by how fast you choose to obey me.” He folded his arms in front of his chest and raised an eyebrow slowly as she continued to sit and stare at him.

Lily’s heart beat a little faster upon seeing his challenging expression, but she wasn’t prepared to give up the one thing she’d waited for years to do. She hated her boring, unglamorous life on the farm. She hated gathering eggs and mucking out stalls. She hated lugging slop to the pigs. She hated the dirt she’d painstakingly cleaned from underneath her fingernails before seeing Jesse that day.

“You gonna skedaddle, Miss Lily, or do you need some encouragement?” Jesse asked.

She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. “Just let me show you what I can do. Please?”

He let out another exasperated sigh and meandered around the bar to where she sat. Taking hold of her elbow, he pulled her off the stool. She scrambled gracelessly to find her feet as he marched her to the doors, opened one of them, and tugged her along with him outside. He transferred her arm to his left hand and planted a hard swat on her bottom with his right palm.

Lily shrieked, more from surprise than pain.

He landed his hand five more times, punctuating his words. “I…told…you…to…leave!”

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 I’m an avid reader and writer of spanking romance novels, usually involving a cowboy, always involving a firm hand and a scorched ass. If you were to peek inside my Kindle, you’d find plenty of spanking romances as well as books by John Steinbeck, Margaret Atwood, Gillian Flynn, and other authors from disparate genres. What all of my favorite stories share are complex characters who draw me into their struggles and successes.

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