Verbal Warnings- Lectured and Spanked, Dungeon Crawl

I like a good verbal chastisement, a verbal warning, a lecture. It gets me going. It can all be a part of the spanking process. 

Today V is for Verbal-- be it a verbal chastisement or a verbal warning that you are pushing too far. Either or both may precede a spanking.

In this scene Wesley is taking Lena to task for not taking care of herself. She gets a little lecture before she gets her punishment.

"I missed breakfast, Wesley, I did not drink poison. You make it sound like I was trying to do something to harm myself."

"No, that is precisely it. I know it was not on purpose. But how many times this week did you forget to eat?"

Her face flushed and she shook her head.

"Here is the answer, once is one time too many. I know for a fact that it was at least four times, and that was on the days I asked you."

"I will try harder."

"Yes, you will try harder. Because your welfare is not something I will bend on." He crossed the room to stand in front of her and took her face in his hands. "What would I do if something happened to you?"

Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears. "I do not mean to worry you."

"I will always worry, I will always care." He rubbed his thumb over the smooth skin of her cheek and she closed her eyes and leaned into his hand.

"Please, do not be angry," she whispered.

"I am not angry. I am upset."

She opened her eyes and looked back at him. "Are you going to spank me?"

"Yes."

"For feeling faint in the park? That does not seem fair." Lena was closer to whining than he had ever heard before.

"You will remember to eat and take proper care of yourself. I would hope this would be the last time we must have this conversation. Otherwise you will not be comfortable riding your bicycle very often."

"But, I already said I am sorry and I will try harder. What more can I do?"

Wesley crossed to the desk and pulled out the chair, bringing it far enough from any furniture she could kick. He sat down and beckoned her forward.

She took tentative steps, taking her time crossing the room to get to him. 

Once she stood in front of him she held out the spoon she had hidden behind her back. She offered it up but would not meet his eyes.

He took it from her and placed it on the floor beside him. He put his hands on her hips and turned her so he could reach the buttons at the back of her dress.

Lena Trimble should be experiencing the happiest time in her life. She is in love with the most wonderful man she has ever met, they have a beautiful baby together, and they are starting a new life in a new country. But Lena feels like she is living a lie. Their child was conceived out of wedlock and she is still embroiled in a divorce from a horrible man who never loved her but was only after her money.

Wesley Lawford feels like the luckiest man alive. He finally has Lena all to himself and he is trying to build a new life with her and their child. But as Lena's divorce drags on, her fears of what others think have her retreating from the world, and worse, closing herself off to him. Afraid of losing Lena as she continues secluding herself, Wesley knows he must be firm with his future wife and Lena soon finds herself over Wesley's knee for a hard bare-bottom spanking. Will a firm hand and loving domestic discipline bring back the woman he loves? Will simply loving Lena be enough to keep them together?

Loving Lena is the second in the Ravenswood Manor series. The book is a Victorian romance set during the beginning of America's Bicycle Craze, in 1890's Philadelphia. Although each book can be read alone, characters from the first book in the series, Emmaline's Groom, are referenced in Loving Lena.

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Oral Pleasure- Dungeon Crawl

It's Dungeon Crawl time again! I'm also doubling up again and using this as my Blogging from A-Z post. So today O is for Oral Pleasure.

I don't think I need much set up here. This is from Loving Lena, my new book that is on sale now.

Lena is giving Wesley a little strip tease, except he breaks all the rules and can't keep his hands off of her-
"Wait," he said. Rising from his chair, he moved in front of her. "Take these off first." He knelt down and unhooked her stockings from her garters, rolling the silk down her left leg.

She held onto his shoulders for balance as she lifted her foot so he could pull it the remainder of the way off.

Kneeling in front of her, he could smell the arousal coming off her sex. He let out a groan as his pants seemed to tighten against him.

He placed his hands on the clasps of the next stocking, but not being able to resist the temptation in front of him, he leaned his head forward and took a taste of the honey dripping between her thighs.

Lena gasped and her hands tightened on his shoulders. "Wesley," she whispered. Her voice was tinged with an urgent need. She tried to take a step back, but he brought his hand behind her and gave her a hard slap on her buttocks.

She yelped and jumped forward again, right up against his waiting mouth. He clamped his hands on her bottom, holding her in place as he laved his tongue over her nether lips.

She let out another whimper and her knees shook.

He pulled his head back and looked up at her. Strands of hair had fallen out of the pins that held them in place. Her eyes were glassy and he could see beads of perspiration that had formed across her chest.

He rolled down her right stocking, tugging it off her foot. Then he stood in front of her. "Sorry darling, I have a hard time controlling myself around you." 

He pulled her close and kissed her hard on the mouth.

She responded by moaning into him.

"Are you too warm?" Before she could answer he placed his hands at the top of her corset, then pushed it down, exposing her breasts.

The tight corset pushed them up as if they were an offering, serving as further incentive for his need to bury himself inside of her.

Lena Trimble should be experiencing the happiest time in her life. She is in love with the most wonderful man she has ever met, they have a beautiful baby together, and they are starting a new life in a new country. But Lena feels like she is living a lie. Their child was conceived out of wedlock and she is still embroiled in a divorce from a horrible man who never loved her but was only after her money.

Wesley Lawford feels like the luckiest man alive. He finally has Lena all to himself and he is trying to build a new life with her and their child. But as Lena's divorce drags on, her fears of what others think have her retreating from the world, and worse, closing herself off to him. Afraid of losing Lena as she continues secluding herself, Wesley knows he must be firm with his future wife and Lena soon finds herself over Wesley's knee for a hard bare-bottom spanking. Will a firm hand and loving domestic discipline bring back the woman he loves? Will simply loving Lena be enough to keep them together?

Loving Lena is the second in the Ravenswood Manor series. The book is a Victorian romance set during the beginning of America's Bicycle Craze, in 1890's Philadelphia. Although each book can be read alone, characters from the first book in the series, Emmaline's Groom, are referenced in Loving Lena.

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Dungeon Crawl- Post Spanking Inspection

 

Welcome, welcome! It's your weekly dose of Dungeon Crawl! 

Today I have another dose of Loving Lena the second in my Ravenswood Manor Series. It is currently being formatted and uploaded, so look for it to purchase at some point tomorrow!

It this little selection Wesley is teasing Lena later in the day after her first spanking has taken place.

Running his hands down her body, he pulled himself off of her, sitting back on his side of the bed. He leaned against the pillows, propping himself up in a seated position.

She looked at him in question, but then he pulled her across his lap.

"What are you doing?" She looked back at him over her shoulder.

He ran a hand up her naked thigh and she shivered at his soft touch. "I am inspecting for damage."

His hand caressed her naked cheeks and she wiggled her hips over his lap. He pinched her bottom and she let out a giggle, "Now, now, hold still while I look you over," he said in mock annoyance.

"Yes, sir," she answered in a breathy moan.

He went on caressing and massaging until she was spreading her legs open, begging for his touch to wander to other places. "I think it all looks good here," he went on. "Hardly even pink anymore."

She let out a sigh and pushed her hips up, inviting him to touch her.

"Are you asking me for something?"

"Wesley," she moaned.

"Yes?"

She opened her legs wider and rubbed herself on his thigh. "Please," she begged.

His fingers found her molten core and she let out a low moan.

"My, my, I have been keeping you wanting. You should have let me know there were matters that needed to be attended to," he teased.

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Dungeon Crawl- Strapped for Disobedience

Welcome back for another edition of Dungeon Crawl!

I have another little piece from Emmaline's Groom, this actually follows up what I posted last Wednesday. We left with Emmaline in the corner with soap in her mouth. She had stupidly told Leo she was not afraid of any spanking he could give her so he exercised these other methods of punishment-- and now she is getting the strap.

He pulled her toward the bed where he had stacked the pillows on top of each other. The razor strap lay innocuously beside them.

Her tears started anew and she shook her head.

"Next time you will think twice before you do something like this."

She opened her mouth, wanting to protest, wanting to fight, but then she saw the pain in his eyes, so she dropped her gaze and let him push her over the pillows.

This was it, he had punished her once, and now he would whip her on top of that, and then probably ship her off. She had really done it this time, he would never forgive her.

She wept into the bed. He brought the strap down on her backside and she squealed at the impact. He had not even started with his hand. The strap ignited a fire on her skin and her feet danced beneath her.

"Please," she sobbed out, not knowing what she begged for. Him to stop, or whip her harder. She wanted the heaviness on her heart to be released, she needed him to forgive her.

She grabbed the blanket beneath her with both hands, hanging on so she did not put her hands behind her.

He brought the strap down again, catching the tops of her thighs. She gasped and pleaded, "Leo."

She needed to hear his voice, he was silent and angry. She wanted to know he was there.

He snapped the leather down again and she jumped on the impact, not knowing how much longer she could hold herself down. Why did he not even put his hand on her back?

She was sure she would die.

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.

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Soaping and Corner Time for Naughty Emmaline- Dungeon Crawl

It's that time of the week again! Your weekly Dungeon Crawl brought to you by Romancing the Kink. Make sure you visit all the other hot little excerpts by using the links at the bottom of the post!

I am currently, furiously, obsessively working on the yet to be titled second book of The Ravenswood Manor Series. The first book is Emmaline's Groom. So I thought I would share a little bit of that today since Leo and Emmaline also make appearances in the the second book as well, and I am quite fond of them.

At this point in time Leo is angry with Emmaline for running off and getting swept up in some backroom poker game at a pub (she really didn't mean to). She isn't taking him seriously and has just told him that she had weighed her options and took the chance that he would spank her anyway (sometimes she doesn't know when to stop talking).

She looked at him questioningly but wisely did not speak. He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging in frustration. He was sick with the thought that something could have happened to her. He was furious that she did not consider her safety at all.

"Undress." He barked the order at her.

Her eyes went wide, but she slowly moved to obey. She dropped her eyes to the floor, but he knew it was an act--she tried to act submissive now because she feared further punishment.

Once her clothes were folded neatly at the end of the bed he beckoned her forward.

She covered her breasts with her hands and would not meet his eyes.

"I am glad your little escapade was worth any spanking I would give you. I am happy you take the punishments I give you so seriously."

At the anger in his voice she looked up to meet his eyes, tears filling hers.

He picked up the bar of soap that lay beside their water basin. It was still quite large as a new one had been supplied in their room when they got there.

He held it up to her lips. "Open," he snapped at her.

She pursed her lips together and shook her head.

"Maybe you will think twice about the punishments I give you. If you want to act like a child I will give you a child's punishment. A naughty little girl who does not know when to mind her tongue should get her mouth washed out with soap."

Tears tracked down her cheeks now. "Please," she whispered, "I have been awful. I know. I do not know what comes over me."

"Begging will not help you now." He caught her chin with his free hand. 

"Open."

She opened her lips the slightest bit and he used his fingers to pry her mouth open, her tears came faster as his anger grew, the grip he had on her jaw tightening.

He placed the soap in her mouth and removed his hand from her chin. He held the soap until she closed her lips around it. Her eyes pleaded with his the whole time, but he felt no remorse for her. He could not excuse her going against his wishes and exhibiting such risky behavior.

He stood assessing her for a minute. Her naked curves enticed him from the matter at hand, her full breasts heaving as she sucked in breath after breath through her nose. His eyes traveled down to the triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs, but he would not be distracted by her beauty, that would be doing them both a disservice.

"Hold your hands behind your back."

She jumped to comply, grasping one wrist with her opposite hand behind her. The position thrust her breasts out further still.

He guided her into the corner. His hand at her lower back, pushing her to stand where the two walls met.

"You stand here, do not move your arms and keep that soap in your mouth until I say you can take it out."

She sniffled, her nose running and mixing with the tears running down her face. But she nodded that she understood.

He walked back to the bed. He promised not to punish her in anger and he was so angry right now. He worried he would really hurt her if he whipped her before he calmed down. He sat back trying to collect himself as she sniffled in the corner.

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.

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Warning: Blogging While Angry- Dungeon Crawl

I had the unfortunate mishap of getting one of my books tagged as "adult" over the last few days. I feel like I have been banned to the depths of hell for writing a book with a little bit of dirty, sexy sex in it. Like I got rapped on the knuckles for writing a story about two consenting adults who have a little kinkery in their marriage. Yeah, they're married, they're adults, and they are kinky fuckers. But I'm sure who ever read A Taste of Discipline over at Amazon saw that. Oh, wait, I doubt anyone actually read it.

I thought it was some of my tags and the warning I included in my blurb. So I changed it and then emailed Amazon to say "Oh, hey, someone put this hateful red X on my book, but it is really a sweet story. Consenting adults, love, HEA, all that jazz. So let's fix this, k?"

I got a very unhelpful email back that said I was tagged as "adult" because my book was listed as erotica... well wouldn't someone shopping erotica just assume it had adult content? Sorry, that seems like a no- brainer to me.

Anyway, here is a little bit of this scandalously salacious book I am pushing, that is so over the top erotic that Amazon feels they should shield your virgin minds from it.

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I am trying to find a way out, but on the off chance I cannot- please, share away!

He stepped back from her, urging her right leg up peeling her jeans off her calf, then he did the same to the left. She stood where he left her, pressed up against the island as she watched him fold her jeans. He was behind her again, pulling her headband out of her hair, letting it fall past her shoulders. 

Then he slipped a hand down the front of her panties.

"God, you're so wet," he whispered in her ear. "All that talk of being in trouble."

Probably so, he knew what made her tick and for whatever reason, that always did.

"Are you my bad girl? Do you want to be my bad girl tonight? Or my good girl?"

She moaned in response as his fingers worked her clit. Not knowing the right answer. Not knowing what would get her to come quicker. What would get him to spank her the way she wanted?

His hand left her panties and she bit back an expletive, but the whimper escaped before she had a handle on it.

"Not yet." He chuckled as he spoke, obviously amused by her wanton needs.

He put his finger to her lips, "Suck."

She opened her mouth, drawing his digit into her mouth, she could taste her own salty tang on his finger.

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"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.

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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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