Friday, October 31, 2014

What the Doctor Ordered Upcoming Release #satspanks

Good morning Saturday Spankers and welcome back to Satspanks, the brain child of  author Kathryn R. Blake. I have some exciting news to share today and I've been kind of busting at the seams to do it! I'm excited to announce Stormy Night Publication's first box set of which I'm a part along with authors Sue Lyndon, Trent Evans, Casey McKay and Tara Finnegan!! The title of the set will give away the theme I think... What the Doctor Ordered. I'm kind of giddy writing that as I've recently discovered how hot I find it to write medical play. It just pushes all the right buttons...

What the Doctor Ordered is set to be released this coming Friday, November 7th. I just had a peek at a draft of the cover so I need to keep you waiting just a little longer on that, but today I'm sharing a piece from my story (I'm not yet decided on a title so suggestions are welcome). In this scene, Dr. Cade Hollister is about to take his young wife to task. Amy has never been held accountable for her actions but that's all about to change when Cade learns his wife lied about being sick and went shopping with a friend instead of attending an important meeting... (Scene is from Cade's POV)
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"And from now on, when you're being disciplined, you'll call me sir, not Cade."
"Disciplined?" Amy asked, but he knew from her tone, from how her arms reached for the headboard even as she remained looking at him, that she had some idea what to expect.
"Disciplined," he said, his tone final. He nodded, gesturing for her to face forward, and slowly, she did so. "Separate your legs a little and don't clench your bottom," he instructed.

She obeyed and Cade looked at her lying there, prone, her legs just wide enough that he could glimpse the pink of her pussy lips, surprised to find them glistening with moisture. Taking her temperature in her bottom was a part of her punishment and they both knew it. The embarrassment of such an act administered by her husband would make an impression.
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I'll just say again I kind of love medical play :) Hope you enjoyed the excerpt now go off and check out some of the other offerings and have a lovely weekend!

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Scene: Hot New BDSM Short Story Collection by Jane Gilbert

I've mentioned Jane from Behind the Chintz Curtain once or twice here. She was one of the very first people I ever reached out to after my own coming out and I can still remember my first e-mail to her. I was so insecure and nervous and she was so so completely kind and warm in her reply, and we've become good friends since. I just don't know why she waited so long to actually publish her first set of short stories as I've been reading her work for a while now and it's not only hot, but elegant while being completely naughty and I'm very much looking forward to The Garden, her first full length novel coming up soon - right Jane? SOON. No pressure...

I've asked her to share a piece from Scene, her collection of short stories, and as she was visiting my blog, she thought some hot anal would be appropriate ;) Scene is available exclusively on Amazon and is a part of the Kindle Unlimited program so it is available for a free read! But first, here's Jane:

Firstly, a massive, massive ‘thank you’ to Natasha for having me on her blog. She has been nothing short of amazing in her cheerleading of Scene, holding my hand and providing endless encouragement as I put it together. She’s a fabulous writer, a fabulous friend and I am honoured to know her. Gush over, let’s get to the good stuff! The following snippet is taken from Diana, the very first story in the collection, and I’ve chosen it because, well, who doesn’t like hot anal? :)  Enjoy! Jane xxx


DIANA

I turn to the man wearing the latex gloves as Steven uses his thumbs to massage and spread your outer labia before finally lifting his hands from your body and stepping away to turn off the power unit. “What do you think of my slut, Etienne?” I ask casually as the hum fades. He moves closer and looks thoughtfully at the pink flesh of your cunt. Reaches out and pulls back the hood of your clitoris before spreading apart your lips with his thumb and forefinger. 
You whimper softly, the sound full of excited shame.
“Pretty pussy. Fuckable. Arse looks a little tight, though.”
“Mmm, yes, that is one of my concerns. I hold up the glass toy in my hand. “I’d actually planned on stretching her myself but perhaps you’d like the pleasure?”
You make a sound of protest.
“I’d be more than happy to.” 
He reaches out to take the plug from my fingers and I pick up the discarded tube of lubricant before placing a reassuring hand on your inner thigh as we both move to stand between your splayed legs. 
A light sheen of sweat covers your skin.
“This nice man is going to plug you, Diana,” I announce loudly. As if you didn’t hear me make the offer. “So I want you to be a very good girl,” there’s a wonderfully loud squelching sound as I squeeze out a dollop of clear liquid onto Etienne’s waiting fingers, “and relax that pretty little arsehole of yours for him.”
Together we watch as the little arsehole in question tightens at my words and your face flushes crimson.
“Now, now, pet,” Etienne says silkily, touching the tip of a slick finger to the little pucker, circling gently. “Don’t make me go and get a bigger plug. I’d love to make you take one but I suspect you wouldn’t particularly care for the experience.” 

Blurb

Your cravings. 

Your longings. 

Your need. 

Your shame. 

I see all of you, no matter how hard you try to hide yourself from me. The only question is … who else will? 

Four stories, four women; whose scene will you wish was your own? 





Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Melody's Punishment and Cornertime #wipitup

Well, it's Wednesday again! I swear times goes more and more quickly... Today I am doing something I rarely do - sharing a piece from something I've not yet finished. And not only that, I'm not really sure what I'll do with it. It's just a short story - a little discipline as that seems to be my theme these days. I am posting it actually because my main character is called Melody and as much as I didn't mean to, I kept thinking of our Melody! Melody Parks!! I don't think she deserves the spanking (and the other stuff) that comes with my story - I mean, she's a good girl I think. Right? Right?? But here it is and for some reason, I kept spelling her name as Lemody on top of it all but well, what the heck! Here's Melody and her husband Mason. Mel's in trouble... (This is totally unedited! I just went through to clean up all the Lemody's :) 
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Melody heard the usual classical music playing softly in the living room. It was the piece he always chose when she was to be spanked. She padded barefoot along the hardwood floors as she made her way into the living room. She saw that the curtains were already drawn and the cane he used for the most serious offenses was already laid out on the coffee table along with a tube of anal lubricant and something she'd not seen before. It looked to be a large, stainless steel syringe with a long neck. Next to these was the notice of her fine.
"Nice shower?" Mason asked, folding the newspaper he had been reading up and setting it aside.
Melody met her husband's cool gray gaze. He rose to his feet, standing a full 6'4" tall, he was a foot taller than her when she wore heels and as he required her to be barefoot during punishments, the top of her head came to about the middle of his chest.
"Yes, sir," she said, already using 'sir' as she had been instructed to whenever she received a punishment spanking.
He remained silent, watching her. Her stomach was all nerves while he rolled up his shirt sleeves, baring thick forearms dusted with dark blond hair. As much as she hated punishment spankings, seeing him like this always affected her in the strangest way, made her wet even as she anticipated what was to come.
"Center of the room, Melody," he said.
She went to stand where he'd said, hanging her head, dreading the verbal reprimand that would begin her ordeal.
Mason picked up the violation and walked toward her, taking his time. "Did you forget to tell me about a speeding ticket?"
"Yes, sir," she answered quickly, just glancing up at him.
With his hand under her chin, he lifted her fact so she was forced to look at him. "Is that true?" he asked after a moment.
She searched his face, his eyes. She could never lie to him. "No, sir," she said, her voice small as she lowered her lashes.
"I didn't think so," he said, letting her go and turning back to replace the letter on the coffee table and sit back down. "What was your intention?" he asked.
"I was…"
"Look at me when you answer please," he said. "And keep your hands at your sides."
"Yes, sir." She had been nervously wringing her hands but forced herself now keep them at her sides and met his gaze. If there was one thing she hated, it was disappointing her husband. She loved him and he was so good to her, patient and loving. She should have just shown him the ticket when she'd first gotten it rather than trying to hide it. Yes, he would have spanked her and possibly grounded her, but tonight's punishment was going to be much worse than that. 
"Melody?" he said, reminding her that he was waiting for an answer.
"I was going to pay it myself. I didn’t want you to find out about it. But then I forgot to pay it."
He nodded. "I appreciate your honesty now, Melody, but I'm afraid I have to punish you now for your deception."
She nodded and wiped away a tear.
"You know how this goes," he said.
"Yes, sir," she said. Standing in the middle of the room, she slowly pulled her top off, folded it and set it on a nearby chair. Mason crossed one leg over the other and sat watching as she unhooked her bra and removed that as well. She then slipped her skirt off and added it to the pile before moving to the corner she hated most in the house. Her punishment corner. Once there, she pulled her panties down to just beneath her hips and reached her hands to the wall at the level of her shoulders, her face close enough to the wall so that her nose touched it. He liked her hands there because sometimes, especially for harsher punishments, instead of taking her over his knee, he would take his belt to her ass right there just to warm her up.

"Walk backwards a few steps and arch your back," he said from his place on the couch. "Stick your bottom out, Melody. Good, like that. Twenty minutes," Mason said.
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Well Mel, I have to leave you there for a little while...so nose to the corner please. I have to admit, it's making me giggle! I hope you enjoyed my little snippet. Don't forget to visit all the Wip It Upper's today and thanks to Melody Parks for the concept! 


Friday, October 24, 2014

Anal Punishment and Spanking F/f #satspanks


It's Saturday which means it's time for Saturday Spankings! Today I'm sharing a piece from the collection of short stories Casey McKay and I put together titled The Disciplinarian. It is now available on Amazon exclusively and is a free read on the Kindle Unlimited program. This piece is from Consequences, which is the one F/f story in the collection. I wanted to branch out and try something a little different. I hope you enjoy it :)

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I watched her smear lubricant over the plug while I slid my stockings and panties off.
“Skirt too and bend over the desk,” she said.
I obeyed, my eyes on the lubricated plug.
"Face forward, Andrea, but reach back and spread your bottom cheeks apart for me."
Her final words made the humiliation of yesterday's paddling pale in comparison. "Ma'am?"


I asked.
She met my gaze, the expression in her eyes annoyed and out of patience. "I told you


yesterday I would punish your bottom hole, didn't I?"
"Yes, ma'am, but..."

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That's all for now, folks. Hop on over and visit all the other Saturday Spankers, and this week is also Spank or Treat so there are some longer pieces this week as well. Enjoy!

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Warrior: Breeder Book 3 by Cara Bristol

I don't know about you but I've been waiting for Warrior, the third book in Cara Bristol's Breeder series, for a long time. Actually, probably the day I finished Terran. This week is release week and Cara is sharing an excerpt here today.

Warrior (Breeder 3) blurb
A female fighting for freedom.  A male armed with determination. Can they save their people?

As a despotic Qalin marches through Parseon intent on conquering every province, Commander Marlix pledges his sister to another Alpha to protect her. Desperate to decide her own fate, Anika flees and finds refuge with the guerilla resistance movement against Qalin. Marlix’s aide Urazi hunts her down to bring her home to fulfill her duty. But when love blossoms between them, and provinces fall to Qalin, Anika and Urazi realize home has ceased to exist, and they are all that stand between the people of Parseon and the end of the world.

Warrior is the third and final book of the Breeder science fiction romance series, but it can be read as a stand-alone.

Warrior (Breeder 3) excerpt 
“Hold steady. Grip the stock from below with your left hand. Do not get in the way of the bolt.” Grogan stepped so close, his hardened manhood prodded Anika’s left flank. She gritted her teeth, and considered dropping her trigger finger to reach into her boot for Tara’s knitting needle.

Yes. Hold steady now, Grogan.

“Line your target between the crosshairs.”

Target in sight. Anika closed her left eye and peered through the scope with her right at the life-size outline of a male sketched in soot on an unrolled parchment scroll tacked to a tree fifty meters away. Focused on the round smudge, center torso.

Grogan pressed his stiffened manhood into the crease of her buttocks. “Squeeze…the trigger.”

Anika superimposed her instructor’s likeness onto the faceless target and discharged the bolt. The string recoiled with a pop and released the arrow. With satisfying thunk, it embedded in the target. Lowering her weapon, Anika stepped out of range of the alpha and strode to examine the result.

Right through the heart.

“Fair. For a female,” Grogan judged.

She compared her results—dead center—with Grogan’s. He’d missed the middle completely, hitting outside the outline. Perhaps the weight of his erection had unbalanced his shot.

She marched to the starting line with Grogan dogging her heels, flinging advice as wild as his aim. She shot better than every male of the Resistance, but walked a precarious path, awakening each morn to wonder if this would be the day she would fall prey to her compatriots. To Grogan, who had singled her out for special training.

But joining the Guerilla Resistance against Qalin and Artom was preferable to facing what lay outside the camp. Anika shuddered.

After leaving Marlix’s abode, she’d roamed the countryside for a week before she’d straggled into the militia group attempting to defeat Qalin and Artom. Their secret weapon?
Breeders. No one would suspect a female of being an armed fighter.

But her instructor saw no reason to abandon the old use for females. Thus far she’d dodged him, but her luck and his patience could not last much longer.

“Many females can hit the target, but few have the strength you do to cock the bowstring. You are the best female shooter by far,” Grogan conceded, his praise falling short of recognizing her true ability.

“You have trained enough for one day. Let us retire to the camp,” Grogan said. “You may bring me the midday meal.” He peered at the sky. The star of Parseon hovered overhead, its heat barely reaching the atmosphere to edge the temperature over freezing. But the chill provided an excuse to layer on multiple articles of clothing. The inconvenience of removal had saved her on more than one occasion. Still, a clothing barrier offered scant protection. Some males—Grogan—viewed impediments as a challenge.

“I feel as though I need more practice.” She peered at him from beneath downcast lashes and slumped her shoulders in a pretense of self-effacement. “May I please try one more time?”

Usually the number of people milling around afforded opportunity to avoid or divert him.
But, today, the alphas had formed two teams and split up, one group hunting for small game, another sent on reconnaissance. The females had been ordered to forage for whatever they could find to replenish the dwindling food stores. Only she—by Grogan’s command—remained in camp.

She jabbed the crossbow nose onto the ground and stepped on the metal cocking stirrup.

“You have practiced enough for one day.” Temper edged his voice.

Anika pulled back the bowstring until it locked, extracted a bolt from the quiver, and slipped it into the flight groove. Cocked and loaded, the crossbow had to be fired, for it was too dangerous to leave a loaded weapon lying about. A bump or a jolt could discharge the projectile. She raised the crossbow to shoulder height, slipped her finger off the metal guard, and caressed the trigger.

“Did you hear what I said?” Grogan’s tone sharpened. “Look at me when I speak to you!”
She snapped a sharp pivot. Through the scope, the crosshairs formed a perfect X on his chest.

His eyes bulged in alarm, and he stumbled over his feet.

Even Grogan could not fail to hit a target at such close range.

“I heard what you said,” Anika replied before turning to the parchment target and pulling the trigger. Th-th-thunk! Her bolt landed next to the previous one. Dead center. Again. She lowered the weapon.

Grogan seized her arm in a bruising grip and yanked her around to face him. “Never point a loaded weapon at me! Do you understand?” He shook her.

Anika took stock of her instructor’s reddening complexion, the slight tremor of his body, the decreased bulge in his uniform pants. Satisfaction swelled, but she bowed her head. “I apologize, alpha. When you ordered me to look at you, I had no thought but to obey.”
Stars exploded under the impact of his fist.

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Cara Bristol bio
Cara Bristol continues to evolve, adding new subgenres of erotic romance to her repertoire. She has written spanking romance, contemporary romance, paranormal, and science fiction romance. No matter what the genre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.