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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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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Dungeon Crawl- Going Down, But in a Classy and Elegant Way

So you keep coming back? I'll keep posting if you keep coming back. Thanks to Romancing the Kink for hosting this super fab Dungeon Crawl!

Today I have a little piece from Emmaline's Groom, my Victorian Spanking Romance. I was going to title this post 'Cunnilingus Victorian Style' but then didn't really think there was anything Victorian about this cunnilingus, except that it is set in that time period. 

Set up? Sure! Emma has just been spanked by her new husband Leo. She is feeling very chastised and a little worried that he might still be mad at her. But I don't think he is, just a guess though:

She reached her arms out toward him. "Please lay with me Leo."

He slipped under the blanket next to her and pressed her close to his body. She placed soft kisses on his neck, feeling a growing need inside her that wanted him near.

His hand traveled up and down her body, leaving her shivering in its wake, each patch of skin cold once his hand had left. She pulled herself closer still and he moved a knee between her thighs, propping her open, giving him access. His hand brushed past her curls into her slick center.

"Good girl," he whispered as she mewled into his mouth.

He pushed her onto her back and disappeared beneath the blanket. She felt his hot breath on her inner thigh and his tongue dipping into her depths. She was embarrassed at how wet she was, not that Leo seemed to mind. She felt his finger along with his tongue and her body tensed.

"Just lie back and relax," he directed from beneath the covers.

She held back a giggle as she saw his head pop up and then go back down. Settling back down on the bed she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. His hands encircled her upper thighs, she felt his thumbs spreading her opening. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter at her growing worry that this was all highly improper. But, oh, his tongue, she had never felt anything like this before. He leaned in to lap up her juices and she thrust her hips up to meet him, not knowing what she silently pleaded for, but knowing that she needed something.

He chuckled and used his grasp on her thighs to push her back down onto the bed. The gesture caused friction on her chastised bottom. Only now, the sting, coupled by his ministrations, all culminated to an undeniable need in her core. He dipped his tongue over and over into her folds, finally plunging into her depths and she called out. A guttural moan that she did not recognize coming from her own mouth.

He slid his hands beneath her buttocks, holding each cheek in a rough palm. He lifted her up to meet his warm mouth. Her body went limp, her thighs falling open further as her muscles turned to liquid. His teeth gently nibbled, his tongue flicked her button and her eyes shot open in panic. Reaching her hands down under the blanket she grabbed handfuls of his hair, the need growing so quickly inside of her she was afraid she would burst. She needed him to stop. But he only delved in with a greater urgency.

Opening her mouth to call him off, a keening cry escaped instead. Her body shook and her hands fell away from his head. Her legs clamped down around him as if she was not in control of them. She rode out her climax in tremors, her moans filling the room.

She was vaguely aware of Leo stripping the rest of his clothes. He brought his body over hers and she wrapped her legs around his hips. When he entered her, she felt completely whole. As if she had been missing a piece of herself, but now she was back together again.

Blurb:

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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Dungeon Crawl- "Am I Getting Through to You?"

Welcome back to another week of the Dungeon Crawl! I still have not been kicked out, seriously, who is running this thing? Oh, Romancing the Kink! I have them all fooled!

Anyway, this scene from my book Cursed Waters picks up where last week left off. Trevor is punishing Roxy for almost getting herself killed. He is not done yet!

She heard Trevor moving behind her and then felt him at her back. He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her back to his front. One hand traveled up and massaged her neck and shoulders. The hand still at her waist began working on the button of her jeans. Roxy let her arms go limp at her sides and closed her eyes. She loved when Trevor undressed her, even if his intention was to punish her, it made her feel completely his. Once the button was open he slid down the zipper and started working her tight jeans down her hips. They stopped at mid-thigh, where they had gotten wet, the tightness and the material would have made them a struggle to get down to begin with, but with them being wet on top of everything else they may as well had been glued to her thighs.

He grabbed her hips and turned her around, giving her a hard look that dared her to defy him. He then led her the few feet to the desk and bent her over the edge. Roxy lay her cheek on the cool smooth surface as Trevor slid her panties down to meet her jeans. She imagined her ass was already glowing red judging from the sting the spoon had left. Trevor grabbed a handful of her hair using his forearm to press her upper body into the desk.

His hand came down on her right cheek and she jumped on impact, curling her fingers around the edge of the desk. He began a methodical rhythm, right, left, center. He started towards the top and was working his way down, she cringed as he got closer to the place where her ass met her thighs, but she remained in place. 

“Am I getting through to you?” he asked. Roxy didn't respond at first, caught off guard by the break in the silence. She was rewarded with a tug on her hair and three smacks to the backs of her thighs.

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Dungeon Crawl- "It's Supposed to Hurt"

Welcome back to another Dungeon Crawl from our friends over at Romancing the Kink!

You had a whole week to limber up and stretch it out before you got back down into the crawl again, here we go!

This is from my book Cursed Waters. In this scene Trevor is displeased that Roxy has lied to him and almost gotten herself murdered by zombies. You know, just your everyday lover's quarrel...

Trevor reached up and pulled her arm. She fell, ungracefully, across his lap. Roxy put her hands out to steady herself on the floor and readjust, but before she even had a moment he started spanking her. The wooden spoon bit into her flesh. She still had the protection of her jeans, but thinking they were any kind of buffer would have been a mistake. Her mistakes kept adding up today. Lying to Trevor, hiding things from him, and letting him pack a damned wooden spoon.

“Ah,” she cried out, a particularly hard smack hitting her upper thigh, pulling her from her self deprecating thoughts. “Please!” Roxy kicked her legs straight out behind her and she tried to twist away from the incoming blows. “It hurts!” She yelled out.

Trevor stopped and waited for her to stop wiggling around. She felt his hand on her lower back rubbing small circles, “It's supposed to hurt, Roxy.”

His response infuriated her. He wanted to hurt her? She fought against his hold on her and pushed herself to her feet.

Trevor looked up at her in surprise. “Are we done?”

Roxy used both hands to try to rub the sting from her ass, “Yes!” she shouted at him.

“Who decides when the spanking's over?” He asked.

She narrowed her eyes at him, but didn't respond.

“Who's in charge here?” He questioned her again. Roxy wanted to kick him, he was pulling out everything he knew that would get her to comply. “Do you need a break?”

She still didn't reply but she felt tears pricking the backs of her eyes. Why did she get so over emotional when he could remain so in control?

Trevor pointed to the corner behind the desk. “Go face the wall and think for a minute.”

When she didn't move right away he raised his eyebrows at her, Roxy spun on her heel and made her way over to the appointed corner. 

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Dungeon Crawl- A Pushy Submissive

I'm back again! Apparently this Dungeon Crawl, sponsored by Romancing the Kink, is a habit I can't (and don't want to) break.

Anywho, I've had a book come out since last week. Exciting!

Here's a little snippet, my characters are in a fantasy world, fetish lodge. There is a BDSM dungeon in the basement where Coral has frequented with many Doms. This is her first time down there with Jake, the first man she has been attracted to since she had her heart broken.

"Lower your pants and bend over the bench," Jake gave the simple command.

Coral opened her mouth to speak but he crossed his arms and took a step closer. "This is the part where you comply without hesitating, so as not to make your punishment worse."

“Wait, this isn’t how it goes. We need to go over things. You need my limits, safeword, things like that.”

He paused in front of her and then an amused look crept across his face, “Things you go over before you play?”

She nodded emphatically, her trepidation relieved now that the ball was back in her court.

“You’re the pushiest submissive I’ve ever met.” His eyes danced with mirth and he leaned in close to her, “Also, I’m not playing.”

This is from the book The Winter Storm: An Ever After Chronicle, which I co-authored with Renee Rose and Katherine Deane.

Here is the blurb and buy links if you find it strikes your fancy:

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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Dungeon Crawl

Welcome to the Dungeon Crawl, powered by Romancing the Kink!

I feel like I am going to get kicked out of this thing for not being dark and edgy enough, so soak it up now people! I may be asked not to come back.

Take the above picture for instance (these graphics are awesome btw!), I think the thing in the corner is a spanking bench. And in my head I am thinking that a man just spent all day doing manly things and building this spanking bench. (That's why there is an ax, that is an ax, right?) Anyway, now he is all sweaty and saw dusty and ornery from, you know, axing, and he is going to turn his woman over that bench and spank the daylights out of her.

I don't know why. I don't need a motive, it's my fantasy. She did something spankable, obvi!

Anyway, I am not sure that's what the people at RTK wanted when they started their Dungeon Crawl, now I am just taking over and getting all spanky with it.

But spanking is BDSM too!

Okay, how about figging? I have figging!

This is from my book Cursed Waters it's got zombies and figging!

 Trevor gave her a quick kiss and piled two pillows on top of each other. Then he guided her across them. She felt completely vulnerable, her ass sticking up higher than the rest of her, served up to him for whatever he may wish to do. The thought scared her and turned her on all at once.

Trevor pressed down on the ginger, causing a slight heat to emit throughout her. “How does it feel?” he questioned, “Does it feel like it's getting hot yet?”

“A little,” she answered honestly, hoping it didn't turn into an unbearable burning. Roxy could barely feel the heat right now.

“I think it takes a while to heat up,” he replied. “Maybe I should make you keep it in when we go out.”

She jerked her head up to look at him and he laughed at her reaction. “I was kidding,” he reassured, then moved to pick up the belt, “but I wasn't kidding about this.”

Trevor brought his arm up and Roxy tensed and winced in anticipation. The crack of the belt echoed off of the walls in her bedroom and the delicious burn the leather left in it's wake awakened all her senses. Trevor brought it down again, lower this time, catching the tops of her thighs and she jumped.

“Try to stay still,” he warned. She wanted to tell him not to hit so low but he swung again, causing the words to die on her lips. Every time he brought his arm up, she tensed, causing the ginger to release a burning inside. Then after the belt left its mark she had a burning outside to match. Roxy lost count as Trevor whipped her burning flesh. She didn't recognize the moans and guttural growls coming from her own mouth. She felt hot tears coursing down her face. But it wasn't from pain, all of her senses were on fire, she was burning with desire and begging him to take her and put her out of her misery.

Roxy felt the bed dip behind her as Trevor brought himself up on his knees. His hands caressed her punished flesh and she mewled against his tender touch. He pressed the ginger deeper into her as he plunged his hardened length into her wanting core. Roxy screamed out and twisted the sheets in her fists. Trevor pounded into her from behind, her hips pressing further into the pillows stacked beneath her.

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