A to Z Challenge~ Fantasies of Spankings

We're up to F in the Spanking from A-Z blog challenge, hosted by Celeste Jones and Spanking Romance Reviews! 

Today I want to talk about fantasies.

I have always had an imagination. It would make sense that I write now, my mind is never resting. I think it unnerves Mr. McKay sometimes as I lay on the couch staring into space. “Do you want the remote?” he'll ask.

No, because I'm not really watching anything, I was just lost in thought, lost in my own little world.

Since I've broken my ankle and have been forced to relax and slow down, my fantasies have run rampant. It is no secret that I have a spanking kink and I love an alpha male. And since having to take care of me 24/7 my sweet, teddy bear of a husband has become much more deliciously alpha—sending my fantasies into overdrive.

When I ask if I can help with the dishes because he seems overwhelmed having to tend to every household task. He remains silent as I plead my case, telling him that I can stand on one foot and lean against the counter while I wash a few dishes, I'll even tell him if I get tired, and I won't lie about it, I will really tell him. I go on like a little kid promising to take care of a baby kitten if only we can bring her home!

He waits until I finish and then he raises his eyebrows. “No.” He holds up his hand when I open my mouth to protest. “You made yourself a sandwich today, that was your one pass and enough for today. Stay there, with your foot up.”

Oh, it almost makes me want to say 'Yes, sir' which is something I am sure I have never said in my entire life. I don't argue and he goes and takes care of the dinner dishes himself, at least he can't say I didn't offer.

But now my fantasies are kick started. As my husband is in the next room cleaning the kitchen and I stay on the couch obeying his orders, I indulge myself in a quick fantasy of what would happen if I weren't a good patient. If I continuously shirked his orders and did what I wanted.

Surely he would take me to task, pull me over his lap and spank me. That is always how it goes in the books, right? If I were risking my own health and welfare then I would be in for it...

Only that's not how it would go in real life, at least not for me. I listen to my husband and try to keep my foot up and relax not because he would spank me if I didn't. Mostly because I don't want to hurt myself more. And because I want to keep that anxious and concerned look off of his face that he had the first weekend I was home and writhing on the couch in pain. He seemed hurt that I was hurting, and why would I intentionally do that?

No, our spanking has always been for fun and I insert my fantasies in to make it seem more real to me. He was reticent to try it at first, he never wanted to spank too hard, he felt strange using implements, and he was aghast when he left marks. We moved past that, thankfully, and he claims to even understand what I get out of it even if he does not share my fetish.

But now that I am broken he is back to treating me like glass. And I fear this will be a major set back. Thankfully we have eased back into the sex. It was awkward at first keeping my cast out of the way, propped up on a pillow and not twisting my leg too much. But we were never going to make it four weeks, that's like a prison term or something.

He's not eager to get back to the spanking, but I am. I can't just rely on my fantasies for that.

So we'll see. Maybe if I keep being a really good patient...

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Sleep Crimes

I was thinking about something today. I was thinking about how it can be a completely unnatural thing to learn to sleep with someone when you have not shared your sleeping space with another soul in your entire life. 

Even now, Mr. McKay and I have been living in the same space for about six years, and before that we shared a bed quite often. But it seems we still can't get the sleeping arrangement thing to be completely copacetic. 

I'm a cuddler, I like to be close. But I am also a light sleeper and the husband is a tosser and turner. He also doesn't like to cuddle. This problem is easily solved because we have three cats so I am never at a lack of someone to cuddle with, but occasionally I do creep over to his side of the bed and intertwine my limbs with his. It always ends up waking me up because I inevitably get jostled when he starts his nighttime acrobatics routine.

Our other problem is he stays up later than I do, so most nights by the time he has made his way to bed I have already taken over most of the real estate. Apparently in my 20 some odd years of sleeping alone I decided settling in a diagonal manner across the bed was the only way to sleep. This proves to be difficult for one's husband to then wrestle his way into the queen sized bed that his lovely queen has now claimed for herself. Normally he can just poke me, or bounce the mattress and I will awaken enough to get back over to my own side, pull a cat close and fall back to sleep.

Last night was a different story. We were in the car today and I am thinking about a conversation I thought I remembered happening in the darkened shadows of our bedroom. But sometimes I am not quite sure if I dreamt something or if it actually happened.  I'm trying to sort this out when I turn to him and ask, "Was I trying to cuddle up with you last night?"

He scoffs in my general direction and takes his eyes off the road enough to roll his eyes at me. "No! You were taking up the whole bed, I couldn't even get in, and you wouldn't move."

I laugh at this, but apparently it isn't funny as he shoots me another glare. "I was sleeping!" I protest. "You should have just woke me up."

"I tried to! I shook you and moved your arm and tried to slide in next to you, but you elbowed me!" He says this with such outrage that I burst into giggles. Like it was such an offense to him that I elbowed him in my sleep.

"I'm sure I didn't mean to elbow you," I say, trying to smooth over the situation. 

He scoffs and shakes his head again. But this does explain why in the middle of the night I woke up to him calling me ridiculous. Apparently I was involved in some heavy sleep combat.

I just reminded him that maybe he should get to bed earlier and give me some proper cuddles before I drift off to sleep. He had no comment to that, because he knows I'm right.

Does anyone else have this problem sharing a bed? One of us is usually stealing the covers, snoring, or not obeying boundaries. Throw in a few cats and its a wonder anyone sleeps in this house!

I remember when I was younger my dad's aunt who had been married and divorced a few times said she wanted to meet a man she would like to spend the rest of her life with. But she wanted them to have enough money that they could have separate wings of a house. Because she didn't need him up in her business all the time. I still think this is pretty funny, I like having my husband next to me, I can't sleep when he isn't there. 

Plus, if he's in a different wing then I would really have to plan out sexy time! No sleepy, half awake sex just because you're both there and willing. It isn't the most romantic of times, but sometimes the spontaneity is my favorite!

So what's your take on sleeping in the same bed? Does it get any easier?

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Bound by the Summer Prince~ New Paranormal/Fantasy Romance

I have a new friend over today, Mistral Dawn! She has a new fantasy/paranormal book out called Bound by the Summer Prince (the blurb has a warning at the bottom and that always means good things!). She stopped by to give us an excerpt, so I won't take up any more time and I will let her take it away!

This excerpt is when Roni first starts to accept that she is in Fairie and learns about the magical bond that has formed between the Summer Prince and herself:

She was just contemplating leaving her comfortable chair, and disturbing the occupant of her lap, when the door opened and Uaine walked in. "I have questions for you."

"I would be disappointed if you did not." said Uaine, as he gently closed the door and walked over to take a seat across the table from his Anamchara.

Roni felt uneasy in the man's presence, and when she felt uneasy she always defaulted to aggression. "Why are you holding me prisoner?"

"You are not a prisoner..."

"Then can I leave?" She interrupted.

Uaine took a settling breath. "I will explain everything to you in a moment, but first: is there anything you need?"

"I need my stuff back."

"We will also discuss your belongings momentarily. Jillian mentioned that you had requested a dressmaker?"

"No, I told her I want my clothes back."

Sighing, Uaine prepared for the difficult conversation he knew he needed to have with his Anamchara. It was obvious she was not inclined to make it any easier. Not that her strength of will was a bad thing, in the long run, she'd need it to properly fulfill her duties as queen; but just at that moment he wished for a little less strength, and a little more willingness to be open-minded. At any rate, delay would make it no easier.

"First, Jillian said she told you that you are no longer in the human world, is that correct?"

Roni looked at him warily. "She told me some cockamamie story about being in some magical fairy-land, yeah."

"But you do not believe this is true?"

"It's impossible!"

"Perhaps it may seem that way, humans do not seem to believe in the Fae as they used to, but are there not things you have seen that you cannot explain? Have you not witnessed wonders that do not exist in the human world?"

Roni considered his words. She knew that she couldn't continue to put off thinking about all of the strange things she couldn't explain. Eventually she was going to have to deal with the fact that what she was experiencing didn't make sense under the rules she was used to, or in the world she knew. In the forest she had decided to treat everything as if it were real, on the off chance that it was, because she'd thought that would increase her odds of survival. It seemed as though using the same mental trick now might be a good idea.

She still wasn't entirely convinced that she wasn't dreaming, or hallucinating, or even dead; but she needed to be able to function, and the only way she could think of to do that was to act as though she truly had, somehow, been transported to a mythical world. If she operated under that assumption, it would free her mind to focus on other matters (like how to get back home) and allow her to respond to events and people in her normal, cautious manner. She resolved that she wouldn't fully accept the notion, but her actions would, for the time being, be based on that premise.

"Alright, then how did I get here?"

"You do not remember?"

"I remember falling and then waking up in a jungle."

"You must have somehow encountered a portal that had opened. Normally they require a spell to open them, but occasionally they will open on their own; only the goddess knows why or how. You were not alone when you reached Fairie."

"No, I was being chased by four men. They were all killed."

Uaine took a relieved breath. If his Anamchara was not lying to him, he at least did not have to worry about more humans running around his kingdom armed with cold iron. "Yes, the forests of Fairie are perilous. It was only your possession of human-forged, cold iron which allowed you to escape unscathed."

"What do you mean 'human-forged, cold iron'?"

"There is an item in your bag made from such a substance. It is an anathema to all Fae and protected you in the forest. However, it is very dangerous. I would like to return your possessions to you, including this item, but I must know that you will only use it to defend yourself. I cannot allow you to have it if you will use it to harm my people."

"Well there's no trouble then, I won't be around your people because I'll be going home."

He sighed. "That is another thing we must speak of. You cannot leave Fairie. This would be true regardless of any other circumstances, one of our oldest and most sacrosanct laws is to never allow humans with knowledge of Fairie to return to the human world, but it is especially true because a bond has formed between you and me."

She raised her eyebrow and gave him a dry look. "A bond?"

"Yes." He took a deep breath. "The great mother goddess created a magical bond which forms between two individuals when they have found their perfect match, their soul-mate. We call this bond the Siorghra and our mates are called Anamchara. The Siorghra is recognized and held sacred by all Fae throughout all of Fairie. It is inviolable and unbreakable."

Blurb:

The Summer Court is in an uproar. The king has just been executed for unpardonable crimes, and the queen is prostrate with grief over his loss. This leaves the Summer kingdom bereft of true leadership; a problem which is compounded by the fact that the laws of Fairie require balance to be maintained by having a male and a female ruler for both Season Courts at all times. Uaine, the Summer prince, is the only one who can put things right, but he is without a mate. Knowing that he must take a bride quickly, for the sake of his people, even though he is struggling with his own feelings of pain and anger over his father's treachery, he goes for a walk in a forest near the palace to try to clear his head and determine how best to choose a female to rule beside him. 
While walking Uaine discovers a human female running loose in Fairie, which is against the most basic tenets of Fae law. Furious at one more problem he must deal with, he takes her prisoner and locks her in the dungeon; only to discover later that she is his soul-mate. The magical bond between them means they are meant to be together forever, but humans can't feel the magic of Fairie. Will Uaine be able to win her heart and convince her that she can trust him to keep her safe from all the dangers of Fairie...including himself? 
Roni is a human con woman and petty thief. Having run afoul of the local crime syndicate in the city where she is staying, she finds herself running for her life. Trouble is no stranger to her, but when she falls through a hole in a wall and finds herself in a world with carnivorous trees and rocks that eat people she realizes she may have found more of it than she can deal with. Rescued/arrested by the prince of the Summer Court, it doesn't take long for her to formulate a plan to use him to get herself home. Unfortunately for her, she soon finds that her heart, which she had thought long ago turned to stone, has begun to feel the love she has been playing at. Will she be able to overcome a lifetime of caution and allow herself to follow her heart? Can a criminal love a cop? 
Please be aware that this book contains explicit sexual scenes, depictions of BDSM, and anal play. If these things disturb you, then this may not be the book for you.

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X is for X-Men and Sexy Hugh Jackman

OMG we're up to X!! I had a few ideas for today I was thinking "X-Rated" or maybe even a treasure map post "X Marks the Spot" or totally cheating and naming my post "X-cited" or something.

But then I thought of Wolverine. Oh, that sexy, sexy Hugh Jackman.

I will confess I have seen only one X-Men movie and it was in college with an ex-boyfriend. I am pretty sure I only got talked into it because of Hugh Jackman.

And let's face it-- he's totally a spanker in real life, right? I think yes.

Look he's inspecting his spanking hand...

That's all I got today folks. Go forth and fantasize about spanking super heroes. You're welcome!

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Sexy Architects and a Real Life HEA

Welcome to this month's edition of Spanking Romance Reviews' Round Table Discussion. This time we are talking Fantasy vs. Reality

I was debating how to go about this post. I do this fun thing with my friend Natasha Knight (well, I think it's fun, she may just think I'm nuts) where I email her and say “Yay, got kinky this weekend!” and then she says “Details??” and I say “Real? Or romance novel version?” And then I give her both anyway.

It's sort of like this.

Romanticized:

We were watching a movie and he just reached across the couch and grabbed me. Pulled me over his lap and gave me a hot spanking. He didn't stop until I was writhing and begging him and promising sexual favors. Then he whisked me up to the bedroom where he promptly took care of all of my sexual needs.

Real Life:

We were falling asleep on the couch. He asked me if he should turn on that cable porn movie he recorded. Should we fool around tonight or just go to sleep? Oh, it's only 9:30. Okay, we have time. We start watching cable porno, lots of boobs, I am criticizing all the acting. He looks like he is falling asleep. I start removing clothes to speed this process along. He asks if I want some spanking action- why is he asking? Answer is yes, always, always yes.

We start, the cat jumps on me. It's weird. We head upstairs, lock out cats. The spanking was short, could have been longer, but was still hot!! Fun was had by all.

Really you can romanticize anything. I am just cutting out the real life unromantic stuff that everyone deals with and doesn't want to hear about. (I do blog about it though, because sometimes real life is too funny not to share.)

I think it's okay to have a good dose of fantasy, as long as you are not resenting your real life because it doesn't live up to your fantasies.

As a kid brought up on ½ hour sitcoms and Disney-ized fairy tales it would have been easy to have unrealistic expectations for real life. As an adult who frequents romantic comedies and reads (and writes) novels that all have Happily Ever Afters, it's easy to get deluded.

Upon returning home from her Honeymoon a friend of mine told me she had read the Nicholas Sparks book Dear, John while her and her husband of two days were sunning themselves in the Caribbean. Upon finishing, she picked a fight with her new husband because he 'never does romantic things'. I brought up the point that she was reading a work of fiction and it really wasn't fair to expect someone to act like a character from a romance novel. She said she realized that in the back of her mind, but the fantasy seemed so real to her she was just feeling shortchanged at the time.

If I think back to my girlhood fantasies about what my life would be like when I was older, I can end up being very disappointed. I didn't marry an architect (aren't all the guys in rom coms sexy architects?), I don't have a cool and trendy job, I don't live in a cute house in an adorable neighborhood somewhere.

But here is the reality- I am married to a guy I am head over heels for. He thinks I'm funny and beautiful (I know because he tells me these things). I hate my day job, but I started self-publishing spanking romance novels (that is pretty cool). The cute house in an adorable neighborhood is something we can work on, for now our outdated townhouse works just fine.

It's nice when the lines of reality and fantasy become a little blurred. And if my life is not living up to my fantasy expectations? I can just write a book where everything does.

Make sure to visit the rest of the Round Table peeps! Thanks for stopping by!

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