Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Therapeutic Sex (and a Spanking)

There have been plenty of occasions where nothing seemed to improve my mood better than some sex. Okay, to be real, it was the spanking that came with the sex, but one normally leads to the other around here and I think the whole package usually helps to snap me out of whatever funk I happen to be in.

My husband doesn't seem to mind. He doesn't like it when I cry. It makes him feel helpless if something is bothering me and he can't fix it. But sex, that he can do!

I think I read somewhere in Cosmo or something (so obviously it was very scientific) that couples who have angry sex aren't really helping their relationship. I think the article was focusing more on arguing, like if you are in the middle of a huge argument and the way you solve it is by tearing each other's clothes off and going to town- you haven't really solved anything.

You're both probably in a way better mood. But nothing got talked out, the problem is still there.

But I think there is something to be said for angry sex. Or really any kind of emotional release.

We have never really had angry sex that was caused by an argument. We don't really argue, so we never get to the level of anger that it explodes into something else.

There have been plenty of times though where I have been emotional. Angry, upset, anxious- you name it, and felt like I just needed a release, I needed something. It becomes a bit more urgent on my end and I never really understood what it was like for my husband.

Until the other night...

What do you do when your spouse deletes an entire website he has been working on for days? 

He started dropping f-bombs and making inhuman noises- and since there were no sports happening on the TV I figured it was something computer related. He explains to me in broken, incomplete, non-sensical sentences that the website he was building just vanished.

I tried to keep all of my helpful questions to myself: "What do you mean vanished?" "Can't you just undo what you did?" "Why didn't you back it up?"

Okay, one or two of these may have slipped out, but I recognize them for the very unhelpful questions that they are. So I eventually just gave him some space to figure it out and started trying to think of ways to salvage our night.

We had been planning on some spanky panky- but I can see our plans going up in smoke- poof! And I am okay with that, sometimes real life gets in the way.

A few minutes later he turns to me and says, "This is your 15 minute warning. Then you need to go upstairs and find your plug."

All authoritative, very sexy, and completely turning me on. It also had me thinking for a minute that he was mad at me, he still sounded way angry.

I replied that I didn't know we were still fooling around- in the wake of the computer malfunction. And was informed, yes, things were definitely happening, and I better just be ready.

15 minutes later (because I may be late for lots of things- but I know what to show up on time for)- I am standing in the bedroom in a sexy bra and thong with the plug laying out on the bed.

He comes into the room and he's all over me. Intense and focused are two words that come to mind. I am having trouble keeping up- his hands are all over me, his mouth, his tongue.

Then he pushes me roughly over the side of the bed. Oh yes, the plug, right, we came up here to do something. But he starts spanking me, hard. Harder than I ever remember. And I can't help but think it's because he is still pretty angry.

Not at me, thankfully, but just frustrated, and hey, maybe it is helping him to get those frustrations out. It's turning me on in the process, so it was a pretty good win-win situation.

Our night was full of rough, kinky sex, and another pretty hard spanking (hand and riding crop).

I know I was not frustrated about anything after that. And he seemed to mellow out about the website thing (he also figured out how to re-do what he had already done, so it was fine in the end).

I think it was just nice to realize that I am not the only one around here who needs some help finding a release once in a while. 

And if we can figure out how to work out our frustrations together, then we probably have a pretty good thing going on.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Liebster Award- And Lucky Socks

Thank you Tara Finnegan for nominating me for this award! I am answering the questions that Tara provided for me. If you want to learn more about Tara please click here.

What does one do when nominated for the Liebster Award?

  • Thank the person who nominated you, and post a link to their blog on your blog.
  • Display the award on your blog — by including it in your post and/or displaying it using a “widget” or a “gadget”. (Note that the best way to do this is to save the image to your own computer and then upload it to your blog post.)
  • Answer 11 questions about yourself, which will be provided to you by the person who nominated you.
  • Provide 11 random facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 5 – 11 blogs that you feel deserve the award, who have a less than 1000 followers. (Note that you can always ask the blog owner this since not all blogs display a widget that lets the readers know this information!)
  • Create a new list of questions for the blogger to answer.
  • List these rules in your post. Once you have written and published it, you then have to:
  • Inform the people/blogs that you nominated that they have been nominated for the Liebster award and provide a link for them to your post so that they can learn about it (they might not have ever heard of it!)

So here are my answers to Tara's 11 questions:

1.How often do you blog and why did you start?

I blog about 3-4 times a week. Depending on the week. I started because I wanted people to be able to find me on the internet and to have a place to promote my books. But it turns out I just really enjoy blogging, it's like a diary that other people are reading.

2. Are there any blogs you follow regularly outside of your preferred writing genre? If so, what makes them appeal to you?

All of the blogs I read are authors mostly. In spanking fiction or just plain romance. Most of them are humorous, because I like to laugh.

3. What was the first full book you ever wrote?

Catch a Falling Star is the first book I wrote. I did write a full screenplay in college for a screenwriting class I took. It kind of sucks, but I am still pretty proud of it.

4. What prompted you to start writing?

I was bored! I was reading a lot and getting bored of what I was reading and getting frustrated when stories weren't taking the path I wanted them to.

5. Is there any one book that you’ve read over and over? If so what was it?

I am not much of a re-reader. Sometimes I will re-read certain parts of books. But I can't really think of any that I have read multiple times start to finish.

6. Aside from writing, what is your favourite pastime?

When I am not writing, I am reading. Also roller skating. I'm on a roller derby team and I just like to skate when it's nice outside. It clears my head.

7. What is your proudest achievement, either in writing or in life?

Wow, that is a hard one. It makes me think I haven't achieved much. There are actually quite a few things I am proud of. I was scared shitless to do most of them. I never thought I would actually write a book and put it out there for the world to judge. But I have a few times now.
Most of the things I am proudest of I was the most afraid to do. So I guess I am just proud that I push myself and make myself do things that seem scary- but really aren't.

8.  What do you most want to achieve in life? Have you already achieved it or are you actively working on it?

I really just want to be happy. I think I have achieved this in a lot of aspects of my life, but I would like to feel like I am doing something. Like fulfilling my life's purpose. I guess that's it, I would like to feel like I have a purpose and that I am actively doing something good for other people.

9. If you had the opportunity to meet one person you really admire, who would it be, and what would you want to ask them?

Another tough one. I guess I technically already met this person. My mom's grandmother, she died when I was a baby. But I would like to have a conversation with her. She came to this country as an immigrant, started a new life, and lived into her 90's. I can bitch and complain all I want that sometimes life is hard, but I'm sure she endured a bunch of stuff I cannot even fathom.

10. What makes you happiest?

This is going to sound lame, but my happiest days are when I have no plans and I can just spend hours doing nothing with my husband. He's the best to do nothing with.

11. If you could pick anywhere in the world, where would you go?

I really want to go to Europe. We are already saving and planning, so hopefully this will be less of a wish and more of a plan :)

11 Random Facts About Me:

1. My first car was a powder blue, '85 Dodge Aries. I got in three fender benders with it and it never even dented. I'm pretty sure it was a tank.

2. I have a lucky pair of socks and I will wear them on the days I am feeling particularly low.

3. I have three cats- and I talk to them like they're people.

4. I blow dry and straighten my hair every morning, otherwise I look like I stuck my finger in an electrical outlet.

5. I used to hate guacamole, until I accidentally ate some. Now I am an avocado junkie.

6. I will turn down my radio at stop lights so no one can hear my horrible taste in music.

7. I have one tattoo and I am currently planning my next one.

8. I am embarrassingly bad at math.

9. My husband and I had a bartender officiate our wedding.

10. My mother still does not know about number 9.

11. I have killed two bamboo plants in my kitchen. Apparently they are low maintenance. I would say not low maintenance enough.

I am nominating Stevie MacFarlaneRollin Hand, and Aubrey Cara. I know it says 5-11 bloggers, who knows this many bloggers? Seriously, I would like to know!

Here are the 11 questions they should answer:

1. Why did you start blogging and what do you like about it?

2. What was the best vacation you ever went on?

3. What is your guiltiest pleasure?

4. If you could have one super power, what would it be?

5. What book have you read that impacted your life the most?

6. You have an unexpected 30 minutes of free time- what are you doing?

7. If you could give your younger self one piece of advice, what would it be?

8. You are stuck on a desert island, but have unlimited access to one meal. What is that meal?

9. If you could time travel to any period in time, when would it be?

10. If you had unlimited time and unlimited funds what would you like to learn to do?

11. What is your happiest memory?

Don't forget to list 11 random facts about yourself!

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Spanked in the Kitchen- Saturday Spankings

What's up Saturday Spankers? I have a new story out! It's a short one- 14K words, you can read it in one sitting!

It's contemporary, domestic discipline, it's quite erotic too- if I do say so myself. I have the blurb at the bottom, but this scene doesn't need much set up. Sam's a chef and she's been a little stressed out in the restaurant she runs with her husband Ryan. He's finally had enough of her attitude.

     "What are you doing?"
     "Where are your hands supposed to be?"
     She narrowed her eyes at him as she took in the butt plug he was holding. She shook her head, "No, Ryan, not tonight. It's already late, just spank me and get it over with."
     He grabbed a handful of her hair, forcefully pushing her back down on the table. "You're not running this kitchen. Not tonight, Samantha."
     She stretched her arms out again, sprawling her naked torso across the table, and he loosened his hold on her hair.
     "Stay where I put you, and don't try to argue with me again."


Sam is a classically trained chef. She runs her kitchen like a well-oiled machine, and steam rolls anyone who gets in the way of that. She likes to be in control and has a hard time adjusting when she can't be.

Ryan is her husband and partner. As the manager of the restaurant they own, he tries to ensure that his wife is not over working herself and not blowing up at their employees.

They're trying to find a balance in life, love, and cooking. It just might take a little discipline.

This book includes themes of domestic discipline, spankings, graphic sex, anal play, anal punishments and more. If any of this subject matter offends you, please do not purchase this book.

Buy it now!

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Commander's Slave by Sue Lyndon

I have Sue Lyndon visiting today, talking about her new book Commander's Slave. She leaves us hanging in her excerpt, guess you'll all just have to buy her book :) 

I might sound a little crazy when I say this, but I truly hope that the human race makes contact with an intelligent alien species within my lifetime. Seriously, I’d die with a grin on my face if something so awesome happened while I was around to witness it. Imagine it unfolding in the news. Imagine huddling around the television and staring at the screen in wonder, knowing that you were watching one of the greatest, most important events in history happen before your eyes.

In my new science fiction erotic romance, Commander’s Slave, the year is 2070 and Earth has been in contact with dozens of aliens species for the last fifty years. One of those alien species, the Kall, have just conquered Earth and decreed in a “peace treaty” that a series of arranged marriages must take place between humans and Kall. In Commander’s Slave, First Daughter Betsy Carson runs off in hopes of escaping such an arranged marriage, and as a result she’s charged with crimes she didn’t commit and sold as a slave on the Kall homeworld.


The day of the auction had arrived.
The midday sun beat down on Betsy’s arms and breasts. Dizzy and drenched in sweat, she licked her dry lips and pressed a manacled hand to her empty stomach, too hungry and hot to care anymore about her nakedness. The weight of the iron bands dug into her wrists. Her head dropped and she swayed, but she was jostled into wakefulness as the line of condemned slaves ahead of her moved forward, all of them naked with their wrists bound. Tracking devices had been implanted in all the humans as they exited the Merrina, vanquishing her dreams of escape. She was the last in line and had stood in the sweltering heat for hours in the middle of the alien town. Her ears rang with the shouts of the crowd, the huge Kall men waving bags filled with rattling coins.
For a race so technologically advanced, they were quite primitive. Even on the battlefield, they preferred primitive methods. They used their technology to disable all human weapons—from guns to ground weapons to air defense—and then swooped down in their ships with swords drawn and axes swinging. She recalled a video she’d seen on the Internet from the first few minutes of their invasion, with American soldiers attempting to shoot at an advancing army of Kall only to discover their artillery wouldn’t fire. The Kall then hacked them to pieces with their primitive yet deadly weapons. It wasn’t long before world leaders, including her father, began discussing a surrender.
The line moved again and she stepped forward, staring at the back of the human man in front of her. About a dozen people remained ahead of her, waiting to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. She dared a glance at the crowd and shuddered when a large Kall with long black hair made a crude face at her, wagging his tongue in what could only be considered a sexual advance. Her eyes widened when he held up a money bag and pointed at her.
Ice filled her veins as she stared at the awful man. She shook her head, trying to recover from her shock, trying not to feel disgust as his gaze moved over her naked flesh. She shot him a hateful look before returning her attention to the line.
A woman with long brown hair tangled in knots stepped up on the auction block, and the auctioneer danced and hollered on the podium as the bidding commenced. Two distinctive voices rose from the crowd, two Kall men caught in a bidding war that lasted several minutes. Betsy shut her eyes as another wave of nausea swept over her, and she held her breath and prayed she didn’t become ill. She’d need her strength.
The next four auctions passed quickly, all men. Her stomach lurched when the man in front of her wobbled up to the block, his hands shaking as he climbed the stone steps. Sweat trickled down his bony, bent back. The auctioneer pointed to the sickly man as foreign words tumbled from his mouth, until finally the crowd offered a handful of bids. The auction lasted less than a minute.
She watched wide-eyed as the crowd parted and the winning bidder appeared to grab his slave by the arm, leading him off to his new life.
She was next.


Only the fiercest alien warrior can tame her human heart…

After the destruction of the peace treaty between Earth and the invading Kall, First Daughter of the United States Betsy Carson is convicted for crimes she did not commit in an act of political revenge. Sentenced to a lifetime of slavery on the Kall homeworld, she expects the rest of her days to be a constant struggle for survival, and when she finds herself naked on the auction block, staring into the eyes of a disgusting Kall who’s made the opening bid, she prays for anything but the misery and despair of being his. Fortunately, he’s outbid by a gentle, older man, who brings her to his mountain home as a gift for his brother, a fierce Kall warrior who loathes humans and blames them for the deaths of his wife and sons in the war with Earth. Her hopes to be left alone by her new master are dashed when he orders her to sleep in his bed, and she soon discovers disobedience will earn her a firm, bare-bottom spanking from the strong warrior.

Commander Edek enjoys disciplining the spirited Betsy, who grows more eager to submit to his dominance and obey his demands. And he finds owning a petite human slave has other benefits as well. Her silken red hair, sparkling blue eyes, and soft curves entice him to forget the past, and her sweet presence calms the storm of grief raging in his heart. But his new world is shattered when he arrives home one day to find her missing, and Edek’s skills as a Kall warrior are put to the ultimate test…

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Author info: Sue Lyndon is a multi-published author of erotic BDSM romance and spanking romances. She enjoys a good book in any genre, loves Star Trek and Battlestar Galactica, and runs on coffee and chocolate. Learn more about Sue and her books at

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

"Should I Spank You Now?"- Dungeon Crawl

You're back! And I'm back, here we are again for Dungeon Crawl, sponsored by Romancing the Kink.

I also have news- a new short story coming out this week and a cover reveal!

Writing a short is new for me. I am a long-winded individual, so this is just a taste, it's titled A Taste of Discipline. Here is my fabulous cover which I won for participating in the Winter Spanks Blog Hop. Lazy Day Publishing donated some cover art and Anthony Walsh, the Cover Artisan created this beauty for me!!

I don't even have a blurb, because I am the worst. I am working on this today, probably while you read this. But, just the basics you need to know for this fine snippet: Sam and Ryan are married and own a restaurant together. She is the chef and he is the manager. She gets a little controlling and power-trippy sometimes. And that's where the fun starts.

Ryan has just pulled her into his office mid-meltdown, he's trying to level her out before sending her back into the busy kitchen.

"Just let me handle it. I have it under control." She was aiming for a more contrite tone, but judging by his reaction, she was still snapping. A live wire ready to burst into flames.

"Bend over the desk."

She shook her head as he began to circle back around toward her.

He came up behind her, his hands on her shoulders, gentle pressure pushing her forward.

She could have easily side stepped him, spun back, and told him to get the fuck away. She could have left the office, slamming the door behind her, letting him know in no uncertain terms just what she thought of his power play.

But she didn't want to. He was taking control and making her relinquish it. She started to be able to breathe again. As he pushed her down to stretch her torso across the desk the air pushed from her lungs.

He stood behind her, his muscular thighs pressing her legs into the desk. He had her trapped with his body and she could slowly feel a weight being lifted off her chest.

"What do you think you're accomplishing?"

She shook her head, a tiny shake from side to side as she rested her cheek on the papers Ryan had scattered across the desk.

His hands slipped around her waist, untying the drawstring at the front of her pants, and she screwed her eyes shut. He tugged her pants and panties down in one fluid motion and she felt a moment of panic that he would spank her. She hoped he wouldn't, because what could be worse than having her staff hear her not only being scolded, but then spanked? They would never listen to her again.

He ran his hands over her naked ass, and even though her shirt stuck to her with sweat, she shivered under his touch. He stepped back, stroking down her thighs, then up, skimming across her globes again, then pressing his thumbs into the knot that was forming in her lower back. She sighed and sunk down further, causing her ass to stick out more.

He massaged up her back, working her spine, rubbing the tension out of her shoulders. Until he finally folded over on top of her. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass through his jeans. He brought his head down beside her, talking into her ear. "You need to get it together out there."

She nodded, but her eyes remained closed.

"Should I spank you now? Right here for everyone to hear?" He slid his hands down her back, giving her buttocks a firm squeeze.

She mewled out a tiny protest beneath him. The danger of taking a spanking with just a thin door between her and her staff titillating. Maybe it was the trust that he wouldn't do it, or the risk that maybe this time she had pushed him too far. She wasn't sure why, but the thought of it was making her wet.

I hope you enjoyed. Make sure you visit all the other fabulous blogs and their Dungeon-y offerings today!

Monday, April 21, 2014

It's My Author-versary!!

It's been a year already! Can you believe it? I can't!!

Well it's been around a year I guess, not exact dates. Plus I actually published my first book before I had a blog or anything. I went a little backwards.

Right now, one year later, I have four books out. A few are selling quite well. And I have made so many friends that have changed my life in so many ways I can't even imagine what I would do now if I didn't have them.

Today I want to take you back to the beginning. How the heck did I decide to start writing spanking romance? Well, a lot of it has to do with being bored, and the rest of it has to do with being broke, so here is the unsolicited true story of the birth of Casey McKay:

Chapter One- Finding a Hobby

I was reading, a lot. I would frequent the library 3-4 times a week and I could finish a full size novel in about 2 days. I constantly had my nose buried in a book and often times was frustrated about the way the book played out. 

I was also bored. Bored of my job, unable to find a career in the field I wanted- I felt stuck. We also had limited money, so not many options of things to do in my free time. 

My husband suggested I try writing. So I set out on a mission to pen a young adult novel. It was a romance, it had zombies in it. This was late spring/early summer 2012.

Why was I trying to write a young adult novel? I have no idea. My characters kept trying to have sex. I wasn't even sure if they did that in young adult novels. I kept looking up rules, the guidelines I had to fit into to make this book of a certain genre. It stunted the writing, it didn't feel creative anymore. So like many hobbies one starts, I shelved it.

Chapter Two- The Best of Times, The Worst of Times

Failed writing attempts and avid reading aside- we were a young married couple trying to pay the bills. We were happy together, don't get me wrong, I never once doubted that we should have ended up together, but we were pretty miserable in all other aspects of life.

Neither of us had careers in what we wanted, and we were both underpaid, overworked and having a hard time paying bills on time- or paying them at all.

Do you know what sucks? Having bill collectors call day and night, filling up your answering machine with requests to call them back and make 'payment arrangements'. As if we had the money, we were just forgetting to pay them. Do you know what sucks more? When your land line gets turned off and they start calling your cell phone so much you have to switch it to silent so as to not be embarrassed at work when it keeps buzzing. (I still don't think I will ever in my life not break into a cold sweat when I hear the phone ring.)

Even suckier than all that is when your local cable/internet provider is banging on your door because you are so past due with your bill they want their shit back. I, of course, like any self respecting adult, hit the floor and army crawled behind the nearest wall.

They shut us down anyway, we still possessed the cable box and router, but  there was nothing going into it. What are two technology dependent 30 somethings to do?

Chapter Three- The Dark Days

We became resourceful. We live in a townhouse development so we are literally on top of our neighbors and some of these neighbors leave their internet access open for others to use. (Yes, that is how I am viewing it, why else would you not have it password protected?)

We could only access said internet if we were upstairs in our bedroom, tilting the laptop at a 60 degree angle (I'm not sure why, it just seemed to work better that way) and if you were ready to have some patience because the signal that was trespassing through our house was pretty weak. (See? It was trespassing, we were not at all stealing it.)

My hours got cut at work, so I suddenly had much more time to spend in our eerily quiet house. What is a person to do with a working computer and limited access to the internet?

Hey, remember when I was trying to do that weird thing, writing a book? I might give that a go!

A lack of hours at my job, a house with no internet or TV, and I penned my first full novel in about two months. But this time there was sex, oh and spanking, because I had discovered this was a genre and suddenly the flood gates of my creativity were opened!

Chapter Four- An Author is Born

My husband published Catch a Falling Star for me on Amazon. I remember being stretched out on our bed beside him (as he tilted the laptop just so- gaining enough little bars to upload my creation). The most embarrassing thing was when he went to fill in the keyword searches. 

"Give me some keywords that people can use to find your book."


"What do you search for when you're looking for a book on your kindle?"

Oh good God! We had the rest of this conversation with my hands over my face. Because apparently I can share everything with this man, but when he is asking about my kindle searches for smut books I become a stammering idiot.

We finally got it up, a couple of- slow internet and giggle inducing keyword search topics- hours later.

Then I started my blog- yes after my book was already up.

We celebrated each and every download. Something that has not changed in a year. Thankfully there is more to celebrate now than there was then, but I still get giddy every time someone buys my book, so thanks to all of you exercising your one-click power.

Chapter Five- And the Beat Goes On

A lot has changed in a year. We can now pay our bills every month without much pain involved. There was even talk this weekend of (gasp) opening a savings account. Watch out! Next thing you know we'll be planning for our retirement. Who knew we could be so responsible and adult-like?

Some things have not changed. My husband is still my biggest supporter. I bounce ideas off of him and he is honest when he tells me which ones he thinks might work (and which ones suck- but there are no bad ideas in brainstorming).

The voices in my head have not quieted down, so I still have plenty of ideas and a lot of things in the works right now!

I just want to thank everybody. All my author friends who answer my stupid questions. All my blog readers. And of course all the people who buy my books.

I'm curious to see what another year will bring!

Friday, April 18, 2014

A Warning- Saturday Spankings

Welcome to my Saturday Spankings offering! Please be sure to follow the links at the bottom for more sexy snippets!

Today I have something from Emmaline's Groom. Leo was giving Emma a 'warning' spanking, that she requested, in order to give her incentive to follow the rules. Although, Emma started enjoying her spanking a little too much. Will Leo give her what she wants?

He used his free hand to rub away the heat, sending a pulse straight to her sex. 

Tell me what will happen if you get yourself into trouble?” He brought it down on her left cheek and she half cried half moaned at the pain.

You will spank me,” she panted out, dying to find the release he had not given her.

With what?” He brought the brush down a third time, right in the middle, catching both cheeks and coming dangerously close to her sex.

My brush!” The words tumbled out and she thrusts her hips up at him. “Please,” she pleaded.

He pulled her up with him as he rose to his feet. He wrapped her legs around his waist and supported her weight by cupping her hot bottom.

Emmaline Lawford, the youngest daughter of an English Marquess, is intended to marry. Though to whom might be up for debate. Her older brother, Samuel, has his sights set on marrying her off to a Duke. Emmaline finally accepts her fate, until a breach in etiquette finds her back in the arms of the man she truly loves.

Leo Colston is stunned when Emmaline is thrust back into his life. He had resigned himself to the fact that he would never marry the woman he loved. Now they are taking hasty wedding vows and being urged to move to America, where they can leave the talk of scandal behind them.

Emma and Leo realize settling into marriage is not going to be as smooth sailing as they thought. As they try to work out their differences and get used to living in close quarters Emmaline finds herself in trouble with her new husband on more than one occasion. Leo's favorite way to end an argument is to take his lady over his knee and spank her bare bottom until she submits. Emma thinks he should just give in to her womanly charms. Who will win this battle of wills?

Emmaline's Groom is a stand alone book, but is also the first book in The Ravenswood Manor series.

This book includes spankings, graphic sex, anal play, and more. If any of this subject matter offends you, please do not purchase this book.

Emmaline's Groom is on sale now on Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Blushing Books and All Romance

We Need a New Maid

I joked in a post last week about how my husband asked if I was planning on wearing a french maid outfit to do some cleaning. Here is the thing about that, the french maid thing is so my fantasy. Well, not exactly a fantasy as I like the little skirt of the dress and I think it would be a cute role playing scenario. You know sassy french maid spanked by the rich lord of the manor? Except, we don't role play, but I bought the costume on sale online, so I break it out every so often.

Anyway. It was a sunny, gorgeous Saturday afternoon. We had the windows open. We were sitting on opposite couches relaxing. That's when Mr. McKay brought up the french maid thing. I jump at any chance to wear it, so it really didn't bother me that it was the middle of the day. It didn't bother me until I realized we could still hear all the neighborhood kids even with the windows closed. The sexy afternoon of kinky sex and parading around in a french maid outfit was accelerated and turned into some fingering on the couch followed by a blow job. It was quick and dirty, nothing out of the ordinary, but it was still fun.

The thing I took away from it though was my silly husband was honestly trying to get me to clean. He was kind of teasing me, but I feel like when you know someone well enough you can tell when the teasing has a hint of truth behind it. I begrudgingly got out the Pledge and dusted one of the end tables, really just so I could shake my ass in his general direction and he seemed visibly disappointed that I stopped there. But really? My idea of foreplay does not include cleaning the house.

Last night, a mundane weeknight, we had eaten dinner and were relaxing in the living room. I went in the kitchen to get a drink and realized there were some leftovers that needed to get tossed. Then I noticed something had spilled in the back of the fridge. This snowballed until I had the entire contents of the refrigerator strewn around the counters and I was on my hands and knees scrubbing some kind of petrified, sticky substance stuck to the bottom of the refrigerator.

45 minutes later and a request for a blow torch, I am a sticky mess. Somehow having gotten the mystery substance on my arms- I am hunched over, kneeling in yoga pants and a ratty t-shirt. I'm using a Brillo pad, bleach spray, some kind of stuff I found under the sink that smells like paint thinner, and my hands and fingers are throbbing, but I am almost done!

Mr. McKay comes back into the kitchen (he had been visiting occasionally to ferry things out to the dumpster, pop the kitchen window open so I didn't kill us all with the fumes, and just to give his general moral support) I hear him sit down in a chair behind me. A few minutes pass and he says, "I'm just going to sit here and stare at your ass."

As I am furiously scrubbing, my ass is wiggling around, so I am sure it was quite the view. But again, covered in random stickiness, I am not feeling super sexy. I roll my eyes at him and try to think of something witty to say, "Well my hands are throbbing, so no hand job for you." (Not my best retort, but it was late, don't judge me.)

He smiles at me and says, "Nothing's wrong with your mouth, right?"

It was a 50/50 split between laughing or throwing a disgusting Brillo pad at him. But damn if that didn't turn me on. If this were one of my books we would have banged right there on the kitchen floor. It is not a book though, and my kitchen floor is gross. Also, I was in need of a shower, and bleach- not the sexiest smell.

The thing I find funny from all of this is- my husband clearly finds it sexy when I clean. Which is weird, because I am not much of a housekeeper. Neither of us are. He says we are "messy creative types" and I am not lying when I say we have a tendency to lose things after we clean. If it is out I know where it is, lord knows where things disappear to after they have been squirreled away.

I am thinking if I want to get some this weekend I will have to organize a closet or something.

All this time I was thinking I was the one with the sexy housewife fantasy. My friend Claire Colingsgrove has a wonderful blog that caters to this fantasy. You know, cute little apron, some heels, nothing on underneath. The house is sparkling clean. I get spanked and fucked for all my hard work. Only, I don't really want to put in all that hard work...

I think Mr. McKay really does have this housewife fantasy, only he doesn't care so much about the clothes as he seemed to want to jump me in my yoga pants and sloppy t-shirt last night. Maybe he would settle for a writer wife who sells enough books to hire a maid?

We all gotta have goals!

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

A Good Girl Spanking- Dungeon Crawl

Welcome back to this week's addition to Dungeon Crawl, powered by Romancing the Kink. I was absent last week, but now I am back in action!

Today I have a little piece from Emmaline's Groom. You see, Emma has asked Leo to spank her so she can "remember to be good" but really, I have a feeling Emma just likes to get spanked. But she also likes it on her own terms. I really have no idea where I draw this inspiration from! We are joining them after Leo has already spanked her with his hand.

He stopped and the only sound in the cabin was both of them panting for air. He released her hand that he had captured at the small of her back. Emma jerked as his hand lightly grazed her chastised bottom, he rubbed light circles and she let out a moan. Her legs we splayed open from her gyrating around and she was not aware that he had the most perfect view of her sex, until he dipped his fingers in. She jerked her head up and tensed around his hand.

Leo laughed, “Was someone enjoying her spanking?”

She felt her face heat up, but she would not answer him, she could never make such an admission. This was about trying to be a good wife, that was all, she was not actually getting any enjoyment out of it. As he withdrew his hand and she felt instantly empty, she knew she would never be able to convince herself, never mind Leo, that she did not like to be spanked.

We can take care of that soon,” he soothed her, rubbing his hand along her buttocks and thighs. She raised her bottom up toward him, trying to angle her sex in such a way that he would touch her again.

She felt something cold against her bottom, it was not Leo's hand anymore and she glanced back to look.

What is that?” She could not quite see over her shoulder.

He held it up for her to see it. It was her ivory hairbrush. Her heavy, ivory hairbrush. She immediately tried to push herself up, but he held her in place.

You are not getting away.”

Leo, please. No more. I cannot take it.”

You asked me for a reminder, did you not?” He slid the cool, flat surface across her cheeks.

She answered with a groan.

You will be on your best behavior now, correct?” He slid the brush down to the crease under her bottom, right above her thighs.

The thought of him striking her there with this unforgiving implement had her blurting out her answer, “Yes! I will be good!”

Because you have already been reminded, so if you need to be punished I will not just use my hand.”

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Make sure you visit all the other Dungeon Crawlers this week!

Monday, April 14, 2014

Today I am Revealing...

I have lots of revealing going on today!

First, I am revealing my winner from the Smut for Good: Curves Rule Blog Hop

Kim T.- you won! I will email you!

Secondly, we're revealing all sorts of things over at Natasha Knight's blog today.

She was sweet enough to invite Renee Rose, Katherine Deane, and I over to talk about writing The Winter Storm together!

We only got a little out of hand. I tried to be on my best behavior, I didn't even roller skate in the house.

In a world where fairy tales and real life collide, in which truth is sometimes stranger than fiction and romance and fetish are the norm, a winter storm forces a cast of characters to converge at a unique lodge, and three interwoven tales are set in motion.

Jillian and her brother narrowly escape a wolf attack, thanks to a shapeshifter, Bertram. As the owner of the lodge, Bertram opens Jillian’s eyes to a whole new world filled with spanking and so much more. Will she keep fighting her submission, or allow herself the chance for true love?

Coral is a fugitive—hiding from herself, her true desires, and the sea witch to whom she owes a great debt. She fears showing real emotion and letting herself be free, but Jake Hill’s dominating presence beckons her to yield to him—not just her body, but her heart, mind, and soul. When the sea witch demands retribution, though, she may lose the one man she has come to trust.

When Faye blunders while casting a spell upon her landlord, he claims her as his slave until she can undo the magic, and she finds herself subject to his firm discipline. As her attraction to him grows, Faye fears she will give in to the handsome shifter and forever lose her maidenhood, and consequently her powers and the ability to fix her mistake.

Even as all three women struggle with surrendering to the dominant men they have fallen for, each finds herself on a journey to discover her true self. Can they find a way to yield to love without losing themselves in the process?

Publisher’s Note: The Winter Storm is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, anal play, sexual scenes, age play, exhibitionism, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Saturday, April 12, 2014

A Bit of Spring Fever

I think I am feeling a bit of spring fever this week. I was blaming my un-productiveness on hormones originally (because I am a woman and I believe it is my God-given right to blame things on hormones), but now I am wondering if maybe it is also a case of spring fever. Probably a combination of both. But whatever the case I signed up for nothing this week. No Saturday Spankings, no Dungeon Crawl, just the thought of putting the posts together made me tired. Lazy, right?

Anyway, I am sure I will be back in full swing next week, and I am not beating myself up over this week. I think it's hard to create on command and sometimes my brain won't fit into working around my retail job schedule and roller derby practice. Next week will be better.

In other news, I somehow landed in the top 50 on Blushing Books! I am completely blown away by the sales of Emmaline's Groom and I just wanted to thank everyone who has been supporting me and buying it!

Hope everyone is having an awesome Saturday. I plan on perusing some Sat Spanks posts later. 

Mr. McKay just asked if my afternoon plans involved cleaning in a french maid outfit. I am going to go see what I can rustle up from the lingerie box...

Hopefully, no actual cleaning will be occurring!