"Did That Sting Your Pretty Little Ass?"~ Extended Preview

I'm easing off the marathon of posting every single day and gave myself a day off yesterday. But today I am back and very excited to share an excerpt from a brand new author with a brand new book! Alexis Alvarez is here sharing an extended excerpt from her new book Return. I thought about cutting it down, but the whole thing is yum-worthy, so here you go!


Finally the door opened and there he was, standing in front of her, as gorgeous as ever. When he saw her, he smiled.
“I like you here in my bedroom,” Damián told her in a low voice, his eyes glittering in the lamp light. “Even though, once again, you didn’t follow directions.” He wrinkled his brow. “You showered?” He glanced toward the bathroom door. A moist humidity wafted out, carrying the smell of masculine shower gel and shampoo. 
“You might not have enjoyed the ten pounds of dirty sweat I had on, Sherlock,” said Ava, standing up and stretching her arms high, allowing the robe to skim the top of her thighs. She let the backs of her wrists touch and posed her fingers before drifting her arms downward.
Damián sucked in his breath, smiled and shook his head. “Dirty is fine, Ava—I just want you here, ready to fuck. But since you showered, I’ll match. Give me five minutes.” He strode past her, taking off his shirt. Ava peeked up through her lashes and sucked in her breath at his muscled chest. He looked back at her. “Ava?”
“Yes?”
“I distinctly told you to be kneeling. It’s almost like you’re asking for punishment.” His voice rolled over her like a caress, and he gestured to his belt. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”
Ava flushed, didn’t answer. 
“When I finish my shower? The first thing I want to see is you, on your knees. Or I’ll double what I had planned.”
He winked, disappeared, and the sound of rushing rain roared from the showerhead. Ava ditched the robe and picked up a random book from his nightstand.
The shower seemed to go on for hours and then he came out on a drift of citrus sandalwood steam, unzipped jeans showing his abs and chest, rubbing his hair with a towel. 
Ava was ready to play.
He tossed the towel to the bed and stopped short when he saw her in the chair. Ava sat with her legs crossed, lips red and pouting, finger tracing a line down the page of her book. 
A muscle in his jaw clenched and he crossed his arms, and a dangerous smile played on his lips. “I see that you are completely unable to obey my instructions, querida,” he told her. 
Ava slid one leg down inch by inch, until both thighs were together, her toes pointed, touching the floor. She set aside her book, arched her back, and put her hands into her hair to shake out her curls. While she re-crossed her legs, she ran her hands down the sides of her chest, fingers lingering on her breasts, and shot him a smile. She licked her top lip, making the wet crimson lipstick gleam in the low light. 
“Your instructions…” she paused, rubbing circles over her nipples, skimming them with her fingertips, “were so dirty. You’ll have to work harder to convince me to wait in such a naughty pose.” She glanced at him, giving a slight moan as she ran her hands up and down her chest, then lowered them, teasing, toward the V of her thighs. She let her fingers dip between her legs.
Damián’s entire body was taut, his eyes locked onto her. Ava saw that he was hard through his jeans. She was on stage, performing for a private audience of one, and she loved the thrill of power.
She made a breathy sound and worked her fingers over her slick skin. “You took so long in the shower, Damián, that I had to amuse myself. And I’m very good at… amusing.” She wiggled to allow her hands better access, and pushed one finger inside her body. “I had to get myself wet. Now that makes me very disappointed.” She rubbed herself with growing enthusiasm. “Mmm… so nice and tight. Soaked, really. Sorry you had to miss it.”
Damián sucked in a breath, took a step forward, and arrested himself.
Ava continued in a haughty voice, “Since I was alone for so long, I had to move on to other activities. I’m very involved in this book. So perhaps you’ll just have to go amuse yourself.” She lifted one hand from her lap to her lips. While his dark eyes burned at her, she slowly opened her mouth, inserted her index finger, and sucked it. “And I taste divine,” she told him. “Why don’t you think about that while I reread my favorite chapter from,” she took a quick look at the book on the nightstand, “101 Strategies for Sole-Proprietorship Start-Ups.”
He made a growling noise in his throat and his whole body seemed to vibrate with pent-up energy. His eyes burned with an intensity that was almost feral, and she couldn’t stop a small, satisfied smile from stealing over her lips.
Ava picked up the book and opened to a random page, pretending to read. Her heart was beating so ferociously that she could hear her pulse in her ears. The words were tiny hieroglyphs dancing around, drunken ants swirling on the white page. 
Her whole body wanted to lean toward him; she felt a craving in her core, a crazed fascination that was increasing moment by moment as he stood there, tall, muscular, all dark planes and eyes, so very sexy. His dark gaze sent her stomach fluttering like papers in the wind. She kept her eyes on the illegible symbols, and in a flash, success. He was at her side with a few strong strides. Ava could smell his masculine heat as he stood, legs wide, arms again crossed, beside her.
His voice was low and stern. “Tell me, Ava, what exactly does it mean to you to be submissive?” 
Ava just shook her head and nodded at her book, keeping her eyes trained on the page. “Busy, Damián,” she said in a distracted voice, giving him a little dismissive wave with the fingers of her right hand.
Damián trailed one index finger up her shoulder and neck, the lightest touch, and Ava shuddered with desire as he removed the book from her hands and tossed it to the corner, where it landed with an unceremonious thunk.
“Not a reader, then?” she teased him, glancing up. “Any good librarian would be very mad at you for such blatant literary disrespect.”
“Look at me, Ava,” he said, brushing his index finger under her chin, the barest graze. His eyes were liquid heat.
Ava looked up at him, standing strong over her, and it occurred to her that she should possibly be frightened—after all, she was here, alone, in the bedroom of a man who wanted her at his mercy. But all she could feel was a burning passion to be skin-to-skin with him, body against body; any fears fled when he smiled.
“You seem to have such trouble obeying, my little naughty librarian,” Damián said conversationally, running his finger over her lower lip. He leaned in, lips so close she could feel his breath. “And I think I already made it clear that disobedience will require correction. Hmm?” His low voice was harsh and sexy. “I’m going to punish you extra now. Te voy a castigar.” Ava sucked in her breath hard, and Damián chuckled. “Te acuerdas? You remember?”
His confident voice in Spanish made her swoon, and she was ready to do whatever he asked, no matter what it was. Her lips parted and her eyes widened as she breathed in, watching him, waiting for his command. 
Ava made a small moaning noise, and Damián ran both hands lightly down her shoulders, rubbing. 
“But on the other hand, such a sexy surprise, finding you sitting here like this—maybe that should be rewarded.”
Ava nodded. “Now that idea I like, Damián.” Her voice came out low and hoarse. Every fiber of her body was thrumming with desire for his lips, his arms, his burning gaze. She could feel her breath coming faster, the excitement building. 
“Both, then,” he said decisively. “Punishment, then pleasure.”
Damián ran his fingers over her lips, and Ava’s eyes widened at his touch and at the dual promise; the suggestion alone was enough to make her wet.
She sucked his finger, making eye contact, running her tongue up and down his thumb. “Do you like that?” she asked him with a wide-eyed, faux-innocent gaze. “Does it feel… good?” She wanted to get him to her level of heat. 
“Ava, fuck.”
“Oh, I see. You do want to fuck? So the shower was your idea of foreplay? Poor baby. I think you need lessons. You seem to have lost your touch. Usually? When you engage in foreplay? You have to actually be in the room with the person you plan to fuck. Just for future reference. And you can look that up in the card catalogue if you forget.”
Damián moved fast, and Ava found herself pulled to her feet, up against his hard, lean body. “Oh, you’re giving lessons, now?” he whispered into her ear, biting at the lobe.
“Eep! Yes, since you need pointers, I’m going to have to—Ow!” Ava stiffened as Damián slapped her once on the ass. “That hurt.”
“Oh, did it?” Damián murmured in an interested voice against her neck. “Did that sting your pretty little ass?”
“You know it did,” Ava said in a mock-accusing voice, rubbing. 
Damián grabbed her hand. “Did I tell you to reach back?”
“Are you really going to give me double the spanking?” Ava asked, suddenly nervous. 
“Of course I am.” Damián rubbed her ass cheek where he’d slapped it. “In a little bit.” Now he leaned in and kissed her neck, bit it, and trailed his fingers over her breast. “It’s going to be hard and you’re going to take it all, unless I hear the word Red, yes?”
“Red again?” Ava queried. “What if I prefer another word?”
“Do you want a different word? Library, maybe? Bookmark? Ava’s going to get whipped with a nice riding crop?” He nipped some light kisses down the side of her neck, stopping at her shoulder and looking at her, dark eyes burning. 
Ava smiled. “Not right now. Red is fine. But if I want a new one, I’ll choose.”
“You can pick any word you want, Ava.” His voice was low. “Is there anything else here you want to pick tonight? Green. Remember green? It means you like what we’re doing and you want more.”
Ava put her hands against his bare chest. His heart was pounding. She leaned in and kissed the side of his neck, then his ear. “Green,” she whispered. 

Ava Grimaldi models the hero of her kinky erotic novel on her crush, sexy gym owner and artist Damián Perez, without asking his permission. When Damián finds out, he’s furious, and Ava is worried he will sue her. Damián demands a different payment entirely, though, and soon the two are involved in an intense BDSM relationship of their own. 


With each sexual encounter growing more passionate and personal, Ava falls hard for Damián, but is hurt when he continually insists they their relationship is only physical and temporary. He refuses to acknowledge their relationship in public, even though he spends time with his bitchy ex. Eventually Ava has enough of being second best and won’t settle for less than she deserves. Can they work through their misunderstandings and hurt to start again, this time with a basis of trust and love?

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Free on Amazon~ Spanking Historical Romance

Welcome back! Two weeks in a row for Saturday Spankings. I feel like I am setting a record!

This week I have exciting news, my short little novella, Emmaline's Gamble is available for free until February 23rd!!! If you have not had a chance to read it yet or have been wondering about my Ravenswood series, but didn't want to spend the money, then now is your chance!

Here is a little snippet in my story where Emmaline rouses her husband, Leo, from sleep and then tries to coax him into what could be a pleasant wake up for them both- only he may have turned the tables on her:

"Touch yourself," he instructed.

"What?" Emmaline blinked back at him, certainly she had misheard him.

"I want you to put your hand to your sex and pleasure yourself," he stated.

"I cannot."

"You cannot?" Leo asked, raising his eyebrows at her. "Or you will not?" He pinned her in his gaze and she felt heat flooding her face. He was asking her to do something that felt very wrong. She should not be touching herself down there, with an audience.

Thanks for stopping by! Make sure you check out all the rest of the Saturday Spankings offerings!

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#FREE Stories! Who Doesn't Like Free?

Have you been spending too much of your hard earned money on books? Probably. I know I do!

I have fantastic news! You can sign up for the Baronet Press newsletter and get a free story every month.

On the first of every month Baronet Press will be sending a new, never before published, free short story to all of its newsletter subscribers.

Pretty awesome, right?

So far, lined up with stories are Aubrey Cara, Darling Adams, and yours truly!

All you have to do is click this link and put in your email address. Easy peasy!

And then you have the added perk of staying abreast of all the sales and new releases- and you like staying abreast, right? Who doesn't?

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The Disciplinarian~ 'They Had an Agreement'

Hello everyone! I don't know if you heard the news but I have a new book called The Disciplinarian out right now! It's a collection of short spanking stories that were written by me and the fabulous Natasha Knight!

I wanted to share a little excerpt with you today from my short story called "The Agreement".

Lindsay and Nick have been together a while and she has just confessed that she deliberately lied to him earlier in the night.

He looked down at her as she gave him puppy dog eyes. Her face was still red from crying, and although he knew she felt better to have admitted her guilt, they had an agreement.

He was trying to help Lindsay become more disciplined. She knew what was expected and she knew what would happen when she broke the rules. Which is probably why she lied to him earlier, she was trying to wheedle her way out of a punishment, but she also knew how he felt about lying.

“Nick, you were okay about the beach thing before you left.” She sat up and leaned against the headboard, folding her arms across her chest. “You can't decide to be mad about it now.”

He probably shouldn't have let that slide either. But he was so excited about proposing tomorrow and he didn't want to kick off the weekend with disciplining his girlfriend. But apparently, she was going to take any inch and stretch it into a mile.

“I'm not mad about it,” he corrected. “But I shouldn't have let it go. You're obviously not as repentant as you seemed.”

“No, I am sorry about lying. I don't know why I did and I never will again. But falling asleep was an accident and not my fault.”

“It's never your fault,” he muttered as he pushed himself up off the bed.

“It wasn't!”

“You didn't make the decision to go against your word and sunbathe instead of packing?” he asked.

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

“That's what I thought. That makes it your decision. That makes you accountable. You can't just keep blaming things that happen to you on bad luck or bad timing. You need to own up to the mistakes you make.”

She continued staring him down, but her lip quivered. He might be getting through to her.

“What are you going to do?” she whispered, dropping her gaze to his feet.

“We'll start with you getting your nose in the corner.”

She opened her mouth to protest, an incredulous look on her face, but all he had to do was raise his eyebrows and she understood his warning. They had played that game before, he didn't appreciate an argument when he was trying to dole out a punishment.

The role of a disciplinarian can come in many different forms in a woman’s life. These stories are about six different women who find themselves taken in hand, and taken over the knee.

“The Disciplinarian”: Jennifer didn't know what a disciplinarian was. She didn’t know adults could be spanked as punishment, but when her boss catches her stealing, she is told if she doesn't want the police involved, she'll have to submit to a session with The Disciplinarian.

“Guilty As Charged”: Julie has the hots for her cop neighbor, Brad, who is also a professional disciplinarian. When he catches her driving recklessly, he decides she might need more in her life than one spanking a week.

“Consequences”: Every action has a consequence, and in twenty year-old Andrea's case, when she's caught breaking hotel rules, she is given a choice: pack up your things and leave immediately or submit to corporal punishment. But what Andrea never expected to learn out of this was that discipline, administered with love, can form a powerful bond.

“Paying Rent”: When Amber gets kicked out of college and ends up on Tony’s doorstep, she doesn’t anticipate Tony taking an interest in her life, or holding her accountable for her actions; including paying her rent on time. When he threatens to spank her, she decides to push back, but how far is too far?

“The Penitent”: Marcus Corran is not a man to tolerate liars or thieves, so when he catches young Marlene, an employee in his bookstore, doing both, he decides the best way to deal with her actions is a good old fashioned, bare bottomed, over the knee spanking.

“The Agreement”: Lindsay and Nick have been dating for two years and they have an agreement. So when Lindsay deliberately lies, Nick decides to use a more creative form of punishment.

All stories are M/f except for “Consequences” which is a F/f spanking story. The stories depict situations between consenting adults who believe in a good, old fashioned spanking to get to the bottom of a problem. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

The Disciplinarian is on sale now on Amazon and free to borrow with Kindle Unlimited.

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Christmas Past- Free Spanking Story

We are in the depths of holiday chaos here in the McKay house. But through the shopping, and prepping, and family cheer (hear the sarcasm?)- I did take some time to reflect that things were not so easy just a short time ago.

Names have been changed to protect the innocent (and also because I may have used some poetic license in some parts), but this is a mostly true story.

Merry Christmas, readers! Here is a gift for you. Thanks for stopping by my blog and reading all my crazy posts :)

A Tale of Christmas Past (A Slightly True Story)

Krista rolled her shoulders trying to shake out the tension as she set up the baking supplies on the counter. Thankful she had only worked the one job today she tried to put her aching feet out of her mind. She took a sip of her hot chocolate, trying to wake herself up a bit before Josh got home. She was hoping once the cookies were baked, and she had spent some much needed quality time with her husband, she would be able to get to bed at a decent time for the first night this week. She snipped the top off of the back of chocolate chips, popping a few in her mouth as she read through the recipe.

Her heart just wasn't in it. This was usually one of her favorite times of year, but she was finding it hard to get into the spirit of things this year. She knew Josh would appreciate the cookies, and hell she could definitely use a sugar fix.

She heard the answering machine click on in the living room and she ran to it, pulling the plug from the wall, silencing it before the message could start. The bill collectors could get a busy signal for a few hours, she thought, as she swallowed down the lump in her throat that formed every time she thought of their mounting debts. The phone would be the next thing to get shut off anyway, then they wouldn't have to deal with the messages they had both stopped listening to and didn't even bother deleting anymore.

As she turned to go back into the kitchen her eye caught the Christmas tree in the corner. The artificial tree was a little lopsided, most likely from the cat that kept climbing it. The lights were hanging precariously off the side and the ten ornaments that were up were scattered with no rhyme or reason. Krista felt the first genuine smile she'd had in days pull at her lips. Josh had done his best to decorate the tree for her, but his decorating skills left much to be desired. She loved that he had tried and she knew he was trying to cheer her up. She normally decked out the house right after Thanksgiving, but this year she was too tired and deflated.

The cookie baking was her way to thank him, for trying to bring a little Christmas cheer into their home, and for holding her while she had cried herself to sleep last night. She also didn't want him to think she blamed him. She didn't. They were in a financial mess that neither of them could have seen coming. They were trying desperately to claw their way out, but it wasn't happening quick enough. She understood now why a lot of relationships suffered over money problems. But they had decided early on that they would remain united and not let this take them under.

She set the oven to preheat, hoping the heat from it would warm her up. Glancing at the clock she hoped Josh would be home to help her with the cookies, that was part of her plan. She also hoped his mood wasn't completely dismal, it was hard to get him out of his funk when he first got home. She suddenly got very nervous that her plan was stupid, if he rejected her she didn't know if she could take it. Would he just politely tell her he wasn't in the mood? Again?

She was about to run upstairs to change and shelve her sexy cookie baking plan for another night when they would be less stressed and more in the mood, when she heard the front door open. She took a deep breath to center herself. She was diving in head first, there was really no way to explain why she was baking cookies in nothing but an apron and a sexy pair of panties.

“Hello?” Josh called as he slammed the front door behind him.

He sounded tired. She knew he couldn't see her where she stood in the kitchen. She hesitated, not knowing if she should walk in and show him what she was up to, or hide a bit longer.

“I'm in here,” she answered. She was hiding- chicken.

She heard him sigh as he sat on the couch and the thunk of his sneakers as he kicked them off into the middle of the floor.

“How was your day?” he asked.

“Oh you know, same old same old. Frantic shoppers. Long lines, no breaks. Merry Christmas.” She didn't mean for that last part to come out as sarcastic as it did. When had she gotten so jaded?

She heard him murmuring his agreement and hated that she had already started in on the negative. She was trying to change up the pace tonight. A little less bitching, a little more fun.

“What are you doing in there?”

Now was the moment of truth. This would either work, or end disastrously. She just hoped he didn't laugh.

“Baking cookies.”

She laughed at his gleeful “Yay!”

“Want to help?”

“Egh, yeah, I guess.” He clearly did not want to help.

She left her back to the kitchen doorway, knowing the eyeful he would get of her from behind. She closed her eyes as she heard his approaching footsteps.

“Wow.” She barely heard his breathy whisper before his arms wrapped around her from behind.

“What is this?”

“Hmm? I'm baking cookies.” She smiled, shivering as his warm body came into contact with her cold skin.

“Aren't you cold?” He laughed while he asked. He was always making fun of her for the many layers she wore during the winter, she could never bundle up enough.

“Yes!” she admitted and laughed as he hands slid under her apron.

“I'll warm you up.”

He was kissing her neck and she leaned back into him.

“Cookies, we need to get the cookies in the oven.”

He murmured an affirmative sound and kept kissing down her neck.

“Wait! I need to measure, I can't think.”

She was elated he appreciated her gesture, but she really wanted to get these cookies in the oven.

“Okay, you measure, I'll watch.”

His hands stilled, but they were still under her apron. Her hands shook as she measured out the flour and sugar. She repeated the measurements out loud, trying to keep herself on task.

“And two handfuls of these,” Josh replied as he grabbed her breasts in his warm hands. She tried to ignore him and keep measuring, but she moaned when his thumbs flicked over her hardened nipples.

She got all of the ingredients into the bowl as his hands continued to roam her body. He massaged her ass with one hand and slid his hand down her tummy with the other, her hands stilled as his finger played with the waistband of her panties.

“Now what?” he prompted.

“I just need to mix it.”

She stirred and he picked up the chocolate chips.

“When do these go in?” He popped a few in his mouth and held some to her lips for her to take.

She caught them on her tongue and drew his finger into her mouth, sucking on it seductively.

He dumped the entire bag of chips on top of the mass of dough in the bowl. He pulled the spoon out of her hand, dropping it on the counter and pulled her away.

“Okay, done.”

She laughed.

“Wait, we just have to spoon them onto the cookie sheets.”

He growled at her and she couldn't stop the giggling coming out of her. Yes, this was the light-hearted playfulness she needed.

They got the cookies lined up in record time, working together silently. Josh smacking Krista's hand away whenever she tried to fix one of his dough balls she thought was too big or too small. Once they were done, the cookie sheet slid into the oven, and the timer set, Josh pulled her from the counter then took a few steps back.

She felt her face flush with heat as his eyes raked over her body. They had been married for three years, but her heart still thumped in her chest when he gave her that heavy-lidded look.

“What brought this on?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but her words faltered when she tried to respond. Wasn't he enjoying himself?

He must have noticed her confusion because he pulled her into a hug. “I love it, don't get me wrong. Anytime you want to bake like this, I am all for it!”

Relief flooded her and she stood on her tip toes to kiss him.

“I've been so stressed. I'm sorry I haven't been very Christmas-y. I thought the cookies would get us more into the spirit, and well-” She hid her face in his shoulder not knowing how to finish.

“What?”

He pulled her away from him to look at her.

“You haven't been very interested in 'other activities' lately.” She dropped her gaze, feeling her face heat up, she couldn't look directly at him and talk about this.

“I didn't think you wanted to.”

“I asked you to!”

“You seemed so tired.”

Silence hung between them. Krista tried to tug the apron down a bit, feeling very exposed now that they were having a normal conversation.

She let out a yelp of surprise as he swept her up and carried her into the living room.

“Let's get you out of this.”

Josh turned her around and untied the apron. It wasn't even a sexy apron, just a plain black one someone had given them at her bridal shower. She wished she could have afforded a cute 1950's looking one, but maybe some other Christmas. It seemed wearing barely-there lacey panties under anything instantly made it sexy.

He pushed her towards the couch, but instead of guiding her towards the seat he pulled her towards the side. He urged her to bend over the arm and she willingly complied. It had been weeks since they had sex and even longer since he had spanked her. She was dying to have all kinds of itches scratched.

His hand came down hard on her left cheek and she jumped at the contact. She settled back in and he spanked again, she let out a moan. He was spanking harder than a sexy spanking, or she just really wasn't used to it.

She felt his hand tangle in her hair. It had gotten longer than normal because she didn't have the money to get it cut. As she felt him wrap it around his hand and tug she decided she might never cut it again. She had to arch her back and lift her chest up to relieve the strain on her scalp, but the the tension went right to her core and she felt the wetness between her legs.

“You've been so stressed,” he said as he spanked her, his slaps falling at a punishing pace.

She snorted in response, that was the understatement of the century. She felt like she was wound so tight she could snap at a moment's notice. She let a whimper escape, not so much from the spanking, but from all the emotions she had bottled up inside. He stopped and rubbed his hand across her heated cheeks. He slid her panties down and then helped her stand before he guided her to lay down on her back on the couch. He stood before her, quickly shedding his clothes, before covering her with his body.

He rubbed a finger over her clit as he took one of her nipples in his mouth. She arched into him and moaned, feeling her climax already building. After the baking foreplay and the spanking it didn't take much to have her crying out in pleasure.

He sank into her as she was still quivering underneath him. His thrusts came fast and hard, she grabbed onto his shoulders to brace herself. She was lost again, being pushed to the heights again, when she heard beeping.

“The cookies,” Krista groaned as Josh continued his pace.

She wanted to push him off so she could get the cookies before they burned, but instead her legs wrapped around his waist and drew him in deeper.

He groaned something unintelligible and pushed himself up, she though for a second that he was going to get the cookies, but he switched their places. He laid back on the couch bringing her on top of him. When she was on top she felt so full, she rocked her hips, sliding herself up and down his length. Josh leaned back watching her on top of him, he brought his hands up to cup her breasts as she moved up and down.

She felt him pulse inside of her as a guttural growl came from his throat. They both cried out and she collapsed on top of him, curling her arms under her on his sweaty chest.

Krista let her eyes close as she listened to his heart pound in her ear. Then she heard him give an exaggerated sniff and she realized she could smell something burning.

“The cookies!” she exclaimed as she jumped off of him and ran for the kitchen.

She grabbed a pot holder and placed them on top of the stove. They weren't too bad, just a tad overdone. The bottoms were a little charred, but they weren't inedible.

She brought some warm cookies out and curled up with Josh. That's where they stayed, curled up in a blanket, eating warm cookies, under the glowing lights of their crooked Christmas tree.

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Birthday Thanks for the Spanks

I am full of thankfulness from a fabulous birthday weekend! It was full of love and togetherness, fun and almost figging (yeah you read that right, almost figging).

I had three days off from work and got to spend lots of time with my husband- which is really all I wanted. I keep thinking about something that happened yesterday. It is sort of stupid, but it is so us and I felt like sharing. We did some shopping and as we were driving back we were sitting in traffic and a mini van was pulled over on the side of the road.

My husband says: Oh no, someone forgot something back at the hotel.

I look over and see husband and wife with the back of the mini van open rifling through bags on the side of the road.

Me: Uh oh, there's a kid in the back of that van freaking out over something right now.

Hubs: 'Where's the bee? Where's the bee? You didn't pack the bee?' (Best In Show anyone?)

Now I am downright cackling at his antics and we see the husband move from the bags on the side of the road back to the van and start looking through those bags.

Me: The blue one, it's in the blue one!

Hubs: I already looked in the blue one.

Me: The other blue one!

Now we are both hysterical laughing. Yes, we are giving dialogue to two random people on the side of the road. Traffic starts moving again and we pass them, we are quiet for a minute.

Hubs: Do you think that's why no one calls us to hang out anymore?

Me: Because we're weird?

Hubs: Yep.

Me: Probably, but I don't care, they're all boring.

I love when we have weird little moments like this, isn't that how you know you picked the right person? You can laugh when you're sitting in traffic together.

Also, I know I picked the right person because he tried figging with me this weekend. The ginger froze in our awful, inconsistent refrigerator. So it didn't work. I mean, nothing, I thought something was wrong with me. But apparently if the ginger freezes or dries out it won't work.

He also lavished me with lots of other gifts of the kinky variety, that's a whole other blog post!

I mainly just wanted to say thanks to all my online buddies who joined in the fun for an online spanking party. My friend Katie and I share a birthday weekend and we were thrown a Spank-a-thon!

Please check out all the links below, I really have the best friends.

Ok, read these three in order. I promise, it's worth it! :

Katie's Birthday Surprise by Casey McKay

A Birthday Spanking by Natasha Knight

Happy Birthday by Tara Finnegan find it on my facebook fanpage

You can read these in any order, well obviously read the part I then the part II. They're all awesome:

Happy Birthday, Casey McKay by Katherine Deane

A Birthday Spank from Master Bane pt. 1 by Thianna Doesitmatter

A Birthday Spank from Master Bane pt. 2 by Thianna Doesitmatter

I like to spank my friends in public by Renee Rose

Surprise Spankings by Gray Grace- find it on my facebook fanpage

 A Birthday Spanking by Joseph McNamara- find it on my facebook fanpage

Casey and Katie The Birthday Spankings by Penelope Hasler

Patricia Green and Maren Smith wrote special stories at the request of Katie, check those out too!

A special shout out to Adaline Rain for helping to plan our party and making a fab banner and Celeste Jones for some special gifts as well.

And if you want to give yourself a real treat Corinne opened my eyes to this little gem

Weeds Bar Scene from Heather Hopkins on Vimeo


Seriously, who knew Zack Morris got so sexy??

Thanks for all the birthday fun. You sure know how to make a girl feel loved :)

Love and Spanks,
Casey XOXO

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Casey's Movie Rewrites- Dirty Dancing (Part 2)

A Dirty Dancing Spanking- Part 2

The conclusion to A Dirty Dancing Spanking. If you missed the first one, you can find it here.

     What the hell did he think he was doing? Baby struggled against Johnny's grip as he peppered her panty clad bottom with stinging smacks. He had pushed her flowy skirt up over her back and she could feel the cool air kiss the backs of her thighs, making the fire he was setting on her backside seem all the hotter.

     “Stop!” she yelled out. He kept up his pace, as if he didn't even hear her. Baby's breathing became frantic, she felt trapped and powerless. She couldn't struggle enough to break free and Johnny wasn't listening to her protests. Just when she thought she might lose it, the fear completely taking over her body, he stopped. His spanks became caresses, rubbing the spots he had just punished. Baby found herself relaxing into him, settling down across his lap. Then she remembered that he was a jerk.

     “What the hell was that?” She fought to keep her voice from shaking. She started to push herself up, but Johnny held her down with a hand on her upper back.

     “Stay right where you are,” he commanded. His other hand continued to stroke her warm cheeks, occasionally kneading and squeezing them. Baby squeezed her eyes shut as she felt her core grow hot and wet. How could she possibly be enjoying this? All the more reason to strengthen her resolve and stay away from this man, he made her body respond in ways she just didn't understand.

     “Will you at least tell me what's going on?” she asked.

     “I'm spanking you. Haven't you ever had a spanking before?” She could hear the amusement in his voice.

     “No,” she answered and tried to swing her leg up to kick him, but he had her pinned between his legs so she didn't have a great range of motion.

     “Why am I not surprised by that?” He sounded more like he was talking to himself rather than her and this time he couldn't keep the laughter out of his voice.

     “Let me up,” she started struggling against him again.

     “Will you remember to let me lead?” Johnny punctuated his question with a hard smack and she let out a yelp. “Will you stop acting like such a brat?” His hand came down again and she fisted the sheets on the bed.

     “No! Yes?” Her mind was swirling. She still wasn't over the shock that he was spanking her, and it hurt! But at the same time she liked having his hands on her and when he had paused to rub her bottom it made her feel so cherished.

     Johnny chuckled at her indecisive answer. “You're still not listening to what I'm saying.” He hooked his fingers in the elastic of her panties and slid them down to her thighs.

     “Ahh,” Baby said. Letting out sounds of protest as she threw her hand back to cover her now naked ass. He caught her hand in his and pinned it to her lower back, causing her to feel further trapped.

     “Please,” she squeaked out as his hand came down on her bare skin. She wouldn't have thought that her thin underwear had been serving as much protection from his swats, but the sensation was completely different on her nakedness. Resigned to the fact that Johnny wasn't going to let her up until he felt he was finished, she tried to remain in place, only wiggling around when he spanked the same spot more than twice in a row.

     She thought for sure he was never going to stop, but then he slowed down his rhythm. He was using the same intensity, but now he was pausing in between spanks to rub her heated cheeks. She reveled in the feeling and started letting out little moans as he rubbed.

     “I'm sorry,” she said. She felt his hand in her hair and he tugged it slightly to the side so she would turn her face towards him. “I'm sorry if you felt like I wasn't listening.”

     Johnny gently pulled her up from her position and she moved to stand, but he brought her right back down to sitting on his thigh. “Come here,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her in close to him. He brought his mouth down to hers, kissing her with a passion and intensity that she wasn't expecting. He broke away and looked at her.

     “Will you start listening to me now?” His possessive grip on her and his stern look were enough to make her knees turn to jelly. She nodded her head in agreement.

     “And will you stop yelling at me?” Johnny asked.

     “You yelled first,” she pointed out, her tone coming out a little more snappish than she meant it to. At his answering glare she shifted her bottom against his leg and the sting reminded her that she wasn't in the ideal position to argue.

     “Fine, can we agree we were both out of line?” His expression softened a bit. She shrugged her shoulders, not about to agree to any wrong doing when he just spanked her against her will. Even though it wasn't an entirely unenjoyable experience, she still wasn't admitting she was wrong.

     “I admit I was frustrated when I felt like you weren't listening,” he said, then he kissed her just below her ear and whispered, “I'm sorry.”

     “For spanking me?” She pulled back so she could look at him.

     “No,” he said as he shook his head and laughed, “you needed that. I'm sorry for yelling.”

     “I'm not,” she said.

     “You're not?” He questioned and raised his eyebrows at her.

     “Nope,” Baby answered, “if you yell at me, I'm going to yell back.”

     “Really?” Johnny shifted her back a little bit so he could slip a hand under her chastened bottom. She let out a whimper when he squeezed.

     She tried to push his arm away but he didn't let go. “It's not fair that you'd spank me because you're angry I yelled. You yelled too, so I should spank you now.” She crossed her arms across her chest and stuck her chin out. Trying her best to look proud, even while this man was holding her well- spanked ass in his hand.

     “You're adorable when you're trying to make an argument out of nothing.” He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “And I didn't spank you because you yelled at me, I was just suggesting that maybe we should both try to stop yelling at each other.”

     She rolled her eyes at him, “Well then why the hell did you spank me? What are you mad at me about?”

     “I told you, you needed it,” Johnny said, “you couldn't get out of your own head. You just needed to refocus and recenter yourself. I just helped a little bit. Do you feel better?”

     Baby stopped to think, he spanked her to make her feel better? That made absolutely no sense to her. But before where she had felt nervous and stressed out over trying to remember the routine and the steps, she felt much calmer, her thinking more aligned.

     She looked up at him in surprise. “So you're not mad at me?”

He shook his head, “You'll know when I'm mad.” He smiled at her, “That was nothing.”

     Baby opened her mouth in shock. “What do you mean 'I'll know when you're mad'? You aren't ever doing that again.”

     “I'm not?” He was mocking her with his question, but she shook her head no. “Hmm, I think I probably will.”

     Before she had a chance to fight him, he had her flipped back over his knee, pinned in the same position she was in earlier.

     “And if I'm really upset with you, it will probably feel more like this.” Johnny brought his hand down harder than any of the spanks he had given her before. It took her breath away and she jumped at the connection. He brought his hand down again, just as hard, on her other cheek. If she had thought the first spanking was hard this quickly brought it into perspective.

     “Please, don't,” she pleaded. He rubbed his hand across the sting he had just laid down. Her face flushed when she felt his hand slip between her legs, discovering her secret wetness.

     “I don't think you hated it as much as you say,” he said.

     She froze, not knowing what to say. What kind of a freak was she that this turned her on?

     Johnny lifted her and laid her down on the bed, bringing himself down on top of her.

     “What have I done to you?” he asked as he trailed kisses down her neck.

     Baby let out a sigh. “I think you've corrupted me in all the best possible ways.”

Hope you enjoyed my little fantasy scene. Any suggestions for the movie I should add a spanking to next month? I have a few in mind, but I'd love to hear what you guys think!

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