The Rod and Cane Society books are some of my absolute favorites in spanking romance and Cara Bristol is an absolutely brilliant writer. I have learned so much as an author while thoroughly enjoying the material. Disciplinary Measures is her latest - a shorter story than the other three in the series but just as hot. I devoured it in one night…

And now, without sounding like the guy from The Shining - here's Cara...

Some assumptions about spanking:

·       Whether sexual or disciplinary, spanking is intimate

·       It’s an expression of trust and trustworthiness

·       It’s an expression of dominance and submission.

·       It’s misunderstood.

·       It’s closeted and hidden.

·       It can evoke feelings of embarrassment and/or shame.

·       It’s hot as hell.

Imagine the liberation of practicing spanking  openly – or at least feeling like you don’t have to hide or worry about what you might let slip. Imagine if an organization of like-minded spankos existed with whom you could socialize, talk about spanking, or get pointers and tips.

That’s the Rod and Cane Society, a fictitious organization around which I’ve centered a domestic discipline erotic romance series.  Each book or story focuses on an individual couple who are members of the Society and/or practice domestic discipline. The books are written to be read as stand-alones,  although if you read them in order, you’ll note the Society changes and grows throughout the series (False Pretenses is particularly pivotal). Secondary characters in one book will appear as main characters in another.

Rod and Cane men are dominant macho males, HoH’s of their household who rule with a loving heart and an open hand. Society women are feisty and independent, and while domestic discipline often challenges their submission, they come to appreciate being taken in hand. As an organization, Rod and Cane operates under a cloak of secrecy that allows its members an openness within its mansion headquarters. Penalties do exist for violating that confidentiality (*evil wink*).

In Unexpected Consequences (book 1), a naïve bride marries a Rod and Cane member and learns soon after her wedding what the organization stands for when her husband spanks her for disobedience. In False Pretenses (book 2), a reporter looking for a hot story goes undercover at Rod and Cane, but ends up with hot bottom instead.  In Body Politics (book 3) a feminist on a blind date with a Rod and Cane member learns about submission. In the latest, Disciplinary Measures, a couple facing divorce hope their marriage can be saved the Rod and Cane way.

I’ve often asked how many I plan to write. Short answer: I don’t know. I have two more planned, but can see it carrying on beyond that.

In this excerpt from Disciplinary Measures, Linc plans to propose domestic discipline to Gina, but he tests her reaction with a little erotic spanking. She doesn’t like it – at first…

“Give it a chance,” he said. “We’ve just gotten started.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she said but settled into place again, noting that his cock had gotten even harder, if that was possible. Mellow. I want him mellow.

He laid several hard smacks to the center of her cheeks, and she yelped with each one.

“Move your hands,” he ordered when she instinctively covered the target area.

“I can’t help it. It hurts,” she said.

“It’ll hurt a whole lot more if I hit your wrists instead of your butt. Your ass has padding. Your wrists don’t.”

She couldn’t argue with his reasoning, so she grabbed ahold of the sheet.

A peppering of smacks cranked up the heat, and she understood why people referred to spanking as “burning a bottom.” That was how her butt felt. Scorched.

She moaned after a hard one seared her skin. Linc slipped his hand between her legs again, found her clit, and stroked. He plunged two fingers into her pussy, and even before his grunt of satisfaction, she knew she was in deep trouble. Moisture drenched her cunt.

Then he yanked her from his lap and hauled her onto her knees on the bed. Her breasts swung, the tips as hard as stones. They, like her pussy, knew what she had not: spanking aroused her in a bizarre way. He shoved her hand to her sex. “Make yourself come,” he growled and delivered an incentivizing smack to her ass.

She couldn’t believe it. He’d ordered her to come! Who did he think he was? But if his behavior seemed inappropriate, hers was incomprehensible. Her stomach fluttered, and her pussy released an excited surge of wetness. Their positions, his dominant one, her defenseless, almost submissive one, sent a burst of lust coursing through her. Her body had never hungered for him as much as it did in that moment.

While she masturbated, he spanked her. His breathing, heavy like a phone caller in the middle of the night; the crack of flesh hitting flesh; and her gasps provided a prurient sound track. Almost too wet, she had to move her fingers quickly and furiously to get good friction. The musk of her arousal filled her nose.

Every time he landed his hand on her ass, she flinched with pain, yet each thwack shoved her closer to orgasm. His slaps became harder, sharper. Linc and Gina played in tandem—he spanked; she raised her hips for the stinging kiss. “Oh God, oh God,” she moaned, her fingers flying over her burning clit. “I’m gonna come, Linc, oh my God.”

Linc scorched her ass with a whack that would have brought her to her knees if she hadn’t already been there.

Disciplinary Measures Blurb

Married for just three years, Linc Ellison has reached his wit’s end. His wife’s overspending threatens to drive them into the poorhouse. But more than that, he doesn’t feel he can trust Regina because of her string of broken promises. When he learns about the Rod and Cane Society, a secret organization of men who spank their wives, he decides to implement some disciplinary measures to save his marriage.

Sure Regina shops a lot. And she’s broken some promises. But she’s trying to do better. What hurts most is that Linc no longer trusts her. So she consents to try domestic discipline.

But neither is prepared for the ripple effect the disciplinary measures will have on their love life.

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For my Saturday Spanking entry this week, I wanted to post something from a short story I wrote a while back. It was my first f/f spanking short and I have it up - yes, in it's 3K word entirety - as a free read on Romancing the Kink, the blog I share with Trent Evans and Sheri Savill. Here's a little snippet - this is at the beginning when Lara's older cousin has come for a visit and catches Lara masturbating after she's snooped and found Lara's secret stash of naughty spanking books…If you'd like to read the full story, just click here.                                                                            

"I was just curious what you think about. When you do it, I mean. When you touch yourself," Sophie asked.

"I wasn't touching myself," I answered sounding like the thought shocked me.

"You don't have to be shy with me, Lara," she said, standing. She walked over to my bed and, before I realized what she was going to do, she slid the blankets off my body. Beneath, I lay with my nightie up around my middle and my legs spread. I started to turn over so I could sit up.

"No, don't move. Stay just like you were," she said, placing her hand at my low back, lifting my shirt a little higher. "I found a book when I was unpacking," she said. 

All I can say is, I read The Westerfield Affair - as I read all of Renee's books - and it is, in one word, sensational. It's the only description that fits. Sensational. I won't take up too much space but I'll hand it over to Renee who always has something titillating to say, doesn't she? :)

Here she is...

What is it about Spanking?

The appeal of spanking is not necessarily the pleasure-in-pain principle involved in sado-masochism play. I know many spankos who don't actually enjoy being spanked (particularly punitively), despite the fact that the idea of spanking makes their knees go weak. The idea of being spanked and actually being spanked can be two very different things. Personally, I usually like the pain, but there are times when I could live without it, too. (I haven't deduced yet whether it's related to my cycle, but it might be).

The appeal of spanking is multifaceted. There is the desire to be dominated, the draw of being held accountable, the idea of being punished and perhaps most of all—the intrinsic turn-on of the buttocks as an object of correction.

In The Westerfield Affair, the heroine, Kitty, finds that while she dislikes the actual spankings Lord Westerfield gives her, there is an aspect to being spanked that she enjoys.  When she confesses, he endeavors to make her like the spanking part itself:

He wiped her tears again. “I love you and I would do anything to make you happy.”

Her lips twisted into a teasing smile. “Anything save excuse me from a spanking?”

His eyes twinkled. “Well, spanking you is a duty I could come to enjoy.”

She felt a little flutter in her low belly. “I like it too—well, not the spanking,” she said when he raised his eyebrows. “But I like that you spank me.”

“You have confused me again, little kitten,” he admitted.

She felt her face grow warm. “I don’t like being spanked, but I like knowing you might spank.” She giggled, growing more embarrassed by her admission. “Is that silly? I like feeling your power or your passion when you spank. And I like the way you hold me afterward.”

“You like knowing I might spank?” he repeated, a wicked grin on his face. He pushed her back down, rolling her over to expose her bottom again.

“No! Harry!” she wriggled. “I said I don’t like being spanked!”

He gave her a slap on the bottom at the same time she felt his other hand beneath her, curling into her sex. She gasped.

“Harry…”

His fingers slid into her pleats, which were already swollen with heat for him. He slapped again as his finger discovered a sensitive peak just inside her sex, causing her to squirm with eager need. He continued, spanking slowly as his fingers worked their magic. She pumped her hips over his lap, moaning, losing herself in the swirling sensation of pain and pleasure, of helplessness and desire.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, gasping with each slap, moaning in the lapses between. When she climaxed, she burst apart, losing all sense of time or place, exploding into a mindless wonder of ripple after ripple of pleasure.

After a long time, she felt the gentle stroking of Harry’s hand up and down her back as her bearings gradually returned.

She rolled over, and looked at her husband through heavy-lidded eyes. “Perhaps I do like spanking.”

He chuckled.

Blurb:

Reserved to the point of being aloof, Lord Westerfield never attended balls or even considered taking a wife... until he met Miss Kitty Stanley and his orderly world turned on end. Determined to have the beautiful and animated sister of his friend from the gambling hall, but doubting his ability to effectively court her, Westerfield strikes a bargain with her brother for her hand.

When the gentlemen present Kitty with the deal, she is furious with them both for neglecting to consult her, but her brother insists he will withdraw his support if she does not comply. Angry, she acts out at a ball, causing a scandal that mushrooms further when Lord Westerfield drags her unnchaperoned to his home for a firm spanking.

Baring her for chastisement, Westerfield is swept away by desire, taking her innocence and completing the ruin of her reputation. He offers to release her from the betrothal contract, but her brother insists instead on a hasty marriage. As they attempt to recover from the scandal that becomes known as “the Westerfield Affair,” their marriage is clouded by his shame and her insecurities. Will they be trapped forever in a loveless marriage, or will they have the courage to move past their rough beginning to kindle the passion they both crave?

Renee Rose, erotic romance author, did not come out of the closet as a spanko until she published her spanking romance Betrothed. A lifelong writer, she has a B.A. in creative writing from Knox College, where she won the Davenport prize for both fiction and poetry, and the Lorraine Smith prize for literary criticism.  She spent thirteen years in technical writing before she found a way to incorporate her deepest darkest spanking fantasies into fiction and express a part of her that longed to see the light. She is now passionate about supporting others in accepting and exploring their kink, whatever that may be.Stop by her blog at www.reneeroseromance.com and join the conversation!

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Sex in novels has been happening for as long has novels have been written. Of course, back then, the sex was implied not described. Today, however, thanks in large part to the widely popular Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy, sex—hardcore, descriptive, graphic sex—is gaining popularity. More and more readers look for, and even expect, long, hot, wild sex scenes. For us authors, this is great! We can do things that we couldn't do before. We can push our characters farther, and let them sexually experiment like they never have before.

            In my newest novel, Death of a Waterfall, my heroine, Teghan Jacobs, is a twenty year old college freshman who has only been with one man: her high school sweetheart. By definition, that relationship was exploratory; they were exploring sex for the very first time, along with all the emotions that went along with it. Once in college, Teghan meets Donnie Marks, and together they explore their own sexual relationship. Everything Donnie does is new to Teghan. In one scene, they even explore the world of sexual exhibitionism. Here it is:

Donnie moaned as he took her breast into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the nipple. He was rock hard, straining against his shorts. Stopping long enough to tear his shirt over his head, he closed his mouth around her nipple, moving from one to the other and back again. He couldn't get his fill of her. She was just too good, too sweet. Donnie watched the way her hair fell to her shoulders as she rocked on his lap. Her eyes were closed, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, and her hands resting on her thighs. God he wanted to be inside of her. To feel her wrapped around him. He undid her belt and she sat up on her knees, just enough to accommodate him, as he pulled her shorts and panties down over her hips. Donnie brought her back down to his lap and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"Donnie," she whispered while fumbling with the zipper on his shorts. "I want you."

He'd waited so long to hear her say that. Those three little words--I want you--simple, yet totally fucking hot. It only took seconds for Donnie to free himself and slip on a condom. He grabbed Teghan's hips and let out a throaty sigh of pleasure as she slid down on him, taking all of him deep inside of her. "Shit...Teghan...you feel so good," he moaned. Donnie wallowed in the pleasure of Teghan rocking her hips, grinding against his black patch of curls. The harder she breathed and the louder she moaned, the larger he grew. The physical need to come overcame his senses. His stomach muscles clenched and he grit his teeth. It was too soon. After being pushed away and interrupted, he was finally inside of her. Today was the first time they'd made love, and it would be the last day he saw her for almost a week. He'd be damned if he was going to blow his wad early. Hell no! He was going to enjoy her. The sight of it, of her meeting the upward surge of his hips with a downward thrust of her own, was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He dug his fingers into her waist and held her still. "Easy, babe, easy."

She tried to rock on him. "Please," Teghan breathed. Her hips moved in a circular motion around his cock. "I need...I need to move, Donnie."

"You're killing me," he groaned as he released her hips, allowing her to ride him again.

"Oh, God!" she screamed.

Donnie held her down on him, pounding into her as she tightened around him. She was coming and damn if he wasn't right there with her--teetering on the edge of the most extreme pleasure two people could give each other. He felt Teghan come down hard, one last time, as their bodies exploded around each other, becoming one. "Hell, yeah!" Donnie moaned. He hugged her tight. "Teghan." He gave her a gentle reassuring kiss.

Teghan fought to open her eyes as she clung to Donnie's sweaty body. She'd just had sex, outside, at a state park. Embarrassment quickly gave way to exhilaration. The thrill of getting caught made her heart race. Who knew she'd enjoy exhibitionism?

There are several other scenes throughout the book like this where Donnie and Teghan explore their sexual relationship, testing each other's boundaries. I enjoy pushing my characters limits and seeing their reactions.

It's a great time to be an erotic romance writer, isn't it?


*This is a guest post by author Kara Leigh Miller

BDSM is a hot topic these days, but for couples or sexual partners who are just opening their minds to the concept, that doesn't make it any less strange, or even intimidating. The sad fact is, most of us are conditioned to look at BDSM, or even light erotic discipline (such as spanking or playful bondage) as something kinky or even improper. Fortunately, this is starting to change. Sex is increasingly present in popular forums in recent years (in sex blogs, films, television shows, etc.), and with this shift it is becoming apparent that what once seemed weird or kinky may be more common than you imagined. Just check out this article on Alternet.org.

The real hurdle, though, is jumping from accepting BDSM as a common practice, to practicing it yourself with your partner. So, how can you open your mind and body to the exciting sexual thrills you're missing out on? Here are a few ideas that might help you out. 

Read About It
Perhaps the best way to familiarize yourself and make yourself mentally comfortable with it is to read about it! There's no denying the excitement you can feel reading an erotic novel or a personal account on a sex blog, and the experience can be beneficial in multiple ways. To begin with, it opens your mind to new ideas. Additionally, however, it gets you excited about trying those new ideas for yourself.

Watch It
If erotic literature, even at its most descriptive, doesn't quite get you on board with spanking, bondage, etc., there's certainly no shame in watching some kinky videos. Even if you're just looking to satisfy a curiosity, you might be surprised at how much these videos turn you on and make you crave a similar experience.

Start Out Light
Don't make the mistake of assuming "BDSM" refers to a strict relationship, or a physically painful sexual encounter. While many reach these situations eventually as they branch out from lighter BDSM, you'll most enjoy starting out slow. Invite some discipline into the bedroom without sacrificing your physical enjoyment or the sensual quality of sex.

Use Toys And Props
Trying new things in the bedroom without any assistance can often be a bit awkward and forced, and ultimately unsatisfying. On the other hand, toys like Adam & Eve cock rings, handcuffs, whips, etc. can all make your foray into BDSM far more exciting and pleasurable.

Try Only With A Trusted Partner
Finally, don't try this kind of sexual encounter with a stranger. You may eventually get to the point at which you simply have a different sexual style that you use in any encounter that suits you. But if you're hesitant about trying out BDSM, you'll probably want to wait to try it with a trusted partner. This will help you to ease into things more naturally.

*This is a guest post editorial

I have a special guest on my blog today - first time author Casey McKay. Her book, Catch a Falling Star, was published mid-April and either I live under a rock or she keeps an excellent secret as I only just found out about it. Anyhow, it's on my Kindle now and I'm thoroughly enjoying this fresh take on a romantic comedy with some spanking (of course) and I wanted to share with you all. Below are a blurb and excerpt and she has an excellent blog so drop by and check her out. 

Blurb

Mac is still trying to put the pieces of her life back together ever since her ex boyfriend fled the country with the contents of her back account. Luke Summers, Hollywood heartthrob, literally slams into her life minutes after she's fired from her job as a writer on a sitcom. Luke is immediately drawn to Mac and begins to pursue her, but she feels like she's too much of a mess for anyone to take on. 
Will Luke be able to convince Mac to let down her guard and let him in? 
Will Mac surrender to Luke's dominant ways and let him help her put her life back together? 

Catch a Falling Star is a romantic comedy featuring a strong, stubborn woman and the domineering movie star trying to capture her heart. It also includes a bit of spanking and some good sexy fun.

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A cute, sexy excerpt - a little fun, a little spanking…what more could you ask for?

“Wow, you have a great view.” She said staring out the window. Luke was busy unwrapping her new phone charger and setting her phone on an end table. She never heard him come up behind her, but suddenly his hands were on her breasts, his erection pushing into her lower back. She shivered as he trailed kisses down the side of her neck.

“Are you cold?” He pulled her closer to him. “I shouldn't have kept you out so long.”

“No, I'm fine,” she said and tried to turn in his arms but he held her where she was.

“Uh uh,” he tutted at her, “stay right here. I'm in charge now and I wasn't done.”

He kept an arm circled around her waist and pushed up her shirt and bra with his free hand. He pinched one of her nipples and Mac leaned her head back into his shoulder and groaned.

“Now you better be on your best behavior.” He moved his hand to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, “or I won't let you come.” He punctuated his sentence by pinching her nipple and she moaned again.

“Do you understand?” he asked her, Mac just moaned in response. “You were so defiant with me all day,” he went on talking, but Mac was barely making out the words because of the assault he was taking on her breasts, she ground her hips back against him and Luke rewarded her with a sharp slap to her thigh.

“Ow.” She jumped forward a step, but he kept her in his firm grip.

“There's more where that came from.” He pulled her shirt and bra over her head. Then he bent down and slipped her feet from her canvas flats. She had a hand on his shoulder for balance. Mac was entirely naked now, except for her short pink skirt.

“I guess I'll let you keep this on since you seem so fond of it.” Luke teased as he remained kneeling before her, twisting the hem in his hand.

He stood up and pulled her in for a long, hard kiss. Luke's one hand was in her hair, the other was rubbing slow circles on her back. She sighed and relaxed into him. Then his hand in her hair tightened, pulling a handful with it as he guided her head back to look at him. Mac felt like the hair he was pulling in his hand was connected directly to her clit, she felt herself get wetter as the cool air in the apartment reminded her of her nakedness.

“You're so stubborn and willful. You drive me crazy.” Luke was talking to her through gritted teeth. He drove Mac crazy, didn't he know that? She didn't have the chance to form the words because his mouth was on hers again. He dropped his hands to her waist and pushed her backwards towards the couch. Never disconnecting their passionate kiss. She felt the couch hit the back of her thighs and nipped at Luke's bottom lip before she sat down. He looked down at her, surprised by her action.

“You're feeling very naughty today,” he pushed her back against the couch and knelt in front of her. “I was going to let you come, but only good girls get to come.” He could still shock Mac when he said dirty things, she had pegged him as stuffy and straight laced when they first met. Boy, had she been wrong. He trailed a finger up and down her inner thigh and her body shuddered. Luke placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh and trailed his way down to her knee, she leaned back and shivered. 

“Do you like that?” He smiled at her wickedly. “I want to kiss every inch of you Molly.” She moaned in reply. “I want to feel you writhing underneath me.” Mac could feel herself practically panting at his words. He abruptly pulled her to her feet, she looked back at him in surprise.

“I'm getting carried away, you can be very distracting, Molly.” Luke's voice was hoarse and she felt a thrill run through her that she could turn him on as much as he did her.

Luke grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the side of the couch, he gestured to the arm, “Bend over and get that sweet little ass in the air.” He stepped back, giving her room to comply.

Mac threw herself over the arm, she wanted this, needed Luke's hands on her, wanted to feel the  pain and the pleasure he could bring down on her body. She thought she heard him chuckle, perhaps it was at her eagerness. Then she felt his hands on her, she could feel the warmth coming from his hand through the thin material of her skirt. He ran his hands over her ass and she felt his finger tracing the bottom of her skirt, which was resting right between the bottom of her butt and the top of her thigh.

“I knew this skirt was really short,” Luke admonished, “See? It barely covers anything when you bend over.”

Mac lifted her head up and scowled back at him over her shoulder, “God, Luke! Let it go already.”

Luke's hand came down and met her ass with a loud slap that reverberated through the living room. “I don't think you're in any position to get sassy.”  He brought his hand down again and Mac moaned. “Actually, this position works for me, but you might be sorry.”

Luke gave her three hard spanks in a row, leaving her gasping for breath. “You like this, don't you?” He brought his hand down again and Mac felt the warmth of it spread. Her ass was stinging deliciously under his assault, she moaned in response and pushed her butt up to meet him. He brought his hand down again and she arched her back in response. Mac alternated between begging him to stop and begging him for more, her mind a confused mess of passion and desire. Just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take anymore, her ass stinging like it was on fire, Luke stopped and rubbed his hand softly against her cheeks. Mac sunk her head further into the couch and leaned back into his hand, wanting the moment to last a bit longer before they moved on. She was so lost in his touch that she hadn't heard Luke slipping his belt from his pants. Mac felt his hand move away and heard a whizzing in the air, she heard the crack before she felt it. But then her body tensed and she screamed out. Luke landed another blow of the belt on her before she could find her voice.

Good morning everyone. I love Saturday mornings because first thing I do is make a cup of tea and sit behind my computer to read snippets of some of the sexiest spanking books out there. Links are below to those authors websites, but a warning: damp panties may ensue...

Today, my contribution comes from Taken by the Beast, my newest release.  It's from the very start of the book when Elijah has just killed Kayla's attackers. I hope you enjoy.

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Its gaze remained steady on hers, the expression there one of curiosity but also something else. A sort of knowing, a cool anger. 

She hugged her knees into her chest and pressed her back to the wall. Her heart was racing, her head spinning. This was unreal, unnatural. 

But when, before her eyes, the wolf’s body shifted and changed into something else entirely, something…human and familiar, her body went into shut-down mode. 

Naked, he took a step toward her and she looked at his hands, which were bloodied along with his face, his mouth. 

She met his eyes, his tiger’s eyes, and shivered anew as she stared up at him, a mumbling, quivering mess.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Kayla,” he said.    

I was chatting with my friend Katherine Deane last night over a discussion that was going on on Facebook. It was the conversation over BDSM vs. Spanking/DD. I didn't actually comment on the post itself but read the back and forth and 'liked' the comments I liked or agreed with or thought were clear. I actually began to write my response to it but then deleted it mostly because I hate to take sides and when this conversation comes up, it seems like you sort of have to. I have this very naive idea of one big happy family - why can't we all just get along…blah blah… Just to clarify, no one was even arguing. It was a friendly conversation.

Back to my talk with Katie. I told her about a dream I'd had a few nights ago where I was crying and my husband was comforting me. I was upset - well, it's probably easier to just tell you what I was saying. It went something like "I think I'm not a BDSM'r, I think I'm a Spanko…" My husband was patting my back and saying "It's ok, you can be both. It's ok."

Yep. You can giggle. Go ahead. Katie did :) Take your moment then carry on reading.

Ok so this dream and the conversation and why the heck do I care anyway??? They're all just labels, right? Maybe it's human nature to feel more secure when you can fit yourself inside a neat little box safely labeled "Vanilla" or  "Spanko" or whatever which absolutely isn't possible, I know. My thought is that all of this is kind of blurred - at least in my mind. I think I straddle a line myself. In my personal life for sure. In my writing, I think I'm doing more spanking romance these days but I don't know, a part of me battles that, wants to cling to being on the BDSM side for some reason. Maybe it's more trendy or something, who knows? Just a need to know where I belong? Or just to belong.

Anyhow, this is a total ramble because it's a sort of cluster in my mind and I'll leave it for now. More posts to come on this, I'm sure (apologies in advance), but that's it for now. Thanks for reading and have a lovely day.

This is my first time participating in the Horny Hump Day Hop. It will be a quickie as I'm limited to three sentences. But they said to make it sexy. Very sexy…hope I got it right! Make sure to visit the other participating authors as well, the list is below.

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His mouth at her ear whispered that same word again, “mine,” and she was lost. She gasped and turned her face to his as the walls of her pussy clamped down around his cock, her orgasm stealing her every thought. The sound she heard, the long, almost inhuman sigh of absolute fulfillment, she knew came from inside her as his cock pulsed, releasing thick, hot semen deep into her womb, sealing their union.

BlurbElijah had watched Kayla for years, serving as a hidden protector for this beautiful young woman—until the night an abusive boyfriend sought to do her harm. Afterwards, he knew that there could be no hiding what had happened, and she would have to come with him whether she liked it or not.

Try as she might to convince herself that her eyes had deceived her, Kayla knew that she had seen a giant wolf toss men about like ragdolls and then shift into the human form of her neighbor Elijah. Then, before she can even begin to process what she has seen, she finds herself thrown over his shoulder and carried from her apartment against her will.

In spite of Elijah’s insistence that their flight from the city to a cabin deep in the woods is for her own safety, Kayla attempts escape at every opportunity, but she finds that he is more than prepared to compel her obedience and he will not hesitate to spank her soundly when she makes it necessary. Worse, she soon learns that repeated defiance will earn her a punishment far more shameful than just a bare bottom spanking.

As the days pass, however, she begins to see in Elijah a kind of loving care and concern that no man has ever shown her before. Stranger still, as she stands before him naked and blushing, waiting to be thoroughly chastised for disobeying him yet again, she begins to want him in a way that is so fierce it terrifies her.

Elijah swears to himself that he has taken Kayla only to keep her safe, but in his heart he knows that is not true. His instinctual need for her—the overpowering urge to claim her as his own—grows stronger with every passing hour, and it is only a matter of time before he loses control and takes her. But can he keep her safe from those who would use her to get to him, and even if he can, can the primal lust between them ever grow into an equally powerful love?

Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Beast is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

A sexy little snippet to start off your Monday morning. A warning though, don't read it if you're trapped on a subway on your way to work. Or do...

Elijah warned Kayla if she disobeyed again, he'd punish her anally. But he's not an absolute sadist and I have a feeling Kayla's going to enjoy this one.

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“You did very well,” he said, stripping off his jeans and retrieving a tube of lubricant from the dresser drawer. “Your ass and thighs look gorgeous. I may always want to keep you marked.”

She only groaned.

“Legs wide,” he said, climbing between them. He smeared a generous amount of lubricant over his very thick, very hard cock. This wouldn’t be easy for her, but it was part of her punishment. However, he knew how to make her enjoy it and wouldn’t deny her pleasure. He wasn’t an absolute sadist. “Try to relax; it will go easier for you.”

“I think you’ve said that before,” she said as he settled between her legs and lifted her hips.

“A little lubricant first, it’s just my finger.” She was clenching tight. “You need to relax your muscles and let me in.”

“I’m trying.”

It took her a moment, but she did it. His finger circled her bottom, rubbing, rubbing, rubbing, while his other hand found her clit and did the same there.

“You’re wet, Kayla. The caning aroused you maybe just a little bit?”

“I don’t think so,” she said, just as he pushed through.

He laughed. “Oh, I think that’s not entirely true. You’re so warm and tight here. It’s going to be a snug fit for my cock. I hope you can take it in, all of it.”

He drew a moan from her as his finger penetrated farther and his other hand worked her clit. “I’m going to come inside your sexy little asshole, Kayla.”

She lifted her hips higher at his words.

After a few moments, he added a second finger. He played until he felt her muscles tense around them, then retreated before she came.

“Nooooo,” she groaned.

This was a punishment she would enjoy more than she realized.

“Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?”

Blurb 
Elijah had watched Kayla for years, serving as a hidden protector for this beautiful young woman—until the night an abusive boyfriend sought to do her harm. Afterwards, he knew that there could be no hiding what had happened, and she would have to come with him whether she liked it or not.

Try as she might to convince herself that her eyes had deceived her, Kayla knew that she had seen a giant wolf toss men about like ragdolls and then shift into the human form of her neighbor Elijah. Then, before she can even begin to process what she has seen, she finds herself thrown over his shoulder and carried from her apartment against her will.

In spite of Elijah’s insistence that their flight from the city to a cabin deep in the woods is for her own safety, Kayla attempts escape at every opportunity, but she finds that he is more than prepared to compel her obedience and he will not hesitate to spank her soundly when she makes it necessary. Worse, she soon learns that repeated defiance will earn her a punishment far more shameful than just a bare bottom spanking.

As the days pass, however, she begins to see in Elijah a kind of loving care and concern that no man has ever shown her before. Stranger still, as she stands before him naked and blushing, waiting to be thoroughly chastised for disobeying him yet again, she begins to want him in a way that is so fierce it terrifies her.

Elijah swears to himself that he has taken Kayla only to keep her safe, but in his heart he knows that is not true. His instinctual need for her—the overpowering urge to claim her as his own—grows stronger with every passing hour, and it is only a matter of time before he loses control and takes her. But can he keep her safe from those who would use her to get to him, and even if he can, can the primal lust between them ever grow into an equally powerful love?

Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Beast is an erotic novel that includes spankings, anal play, graphic sexual scenes, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.