![]() When a young special education teacher unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t evict. For some reason, Charlie, the dominant immortal believes she is of fairy descent and has magical powers. He demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she promises to help him. Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty mortal, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction. His habit of emotional detachment crumbles as he falls for Sasha, yet when he discovers she carries a secret that relates to his past, the betrayal nearly destroys him. He must decide whether he can ever trust a woman, or give into instinct and walk away from what might be his only chance at love and redemption. **This book was previously released as Loose Morals by Darling Adams. It has been edited for re-release** Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes. Excerpt: He whirled and caught her wrist so quickly she didn’t see it happen, but outrage registered on his features, fangs elongating as he hissed. She screamed at the sight, a fresh batch of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Wrestling the dowel from her, he snatched her up around the waist and carried her, kicking and squirming to her living room. Oh God, she was done for now. She should’ve eaten a head of garlic or had some other defense ready against getting drained by a thirsty leech. He plopped down on her sofa and, to her surprise, flopped her face down over his lap. “That was extremely rude,” he informed her, slapping her upturned ass. “I expect a more gracious welcome when I come to call.” He smacked her again. Something between a laugh and a sob burst out of her when he began to spank her in earnest, her relief at not becoming vamp-food so immediate. But then, he might be just getting his jollies before he bit her vein. She struggled against his hold, but his arm around her waist was like steel. Well, duh—he probably had superhuman strength. He began to strike harder and she wriggled against the sting, though it was thankfully muffled by her jeans. In some bizarre coping mechanism, she began to count the slaps. By thirty-five, her butt was on fire, the pain growing exponentially with each new smack. “Ow! Stop it!” she protested, but he continued to punish her without answering. The absurdity of lying over a vampire’s lap for a spanking struck her and she began to giggle out loud, her shock and stress coming out in a rush of sobbing laughs. He stopped and she sagged in relief, thinking it was over only to realize his hand was at the button of her jeans. He hauled her to her feet and held her legs, looking up into her eyes. Her face grew warm under his gaze, and heat snaked through her core, running down her inner thighs, all the way to her arches. There was a reason vampires were regarded as sexy. The fury had disappeared from the immortal’s expression and the fangs had receded. Now he held only amused, if not arrogant command. “Pull down your pants.” Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink. You can sign up for her newsletter by clicking here: http://buff.ly/1e7uDz9 Buy now on Amazon Social Media links: Blog Goodreads Amazon
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![]() Finding love in all the wrong places. When a serial rapist and murderer targets women on an online dating website, FBI Agent Leslie Hunter must pose as a potential match at a bar. How hard could it be? She’s been dating online for years. While undercover, Leslie meets a handsome gentleman. She can’t tell Kevin her profession without ruining the investigation. How long can she keep this man out of danger without revealing she’s an FBI Agent? A taste of pole dancing, phone sex, and spankings combined with a lick of danger. A romantic erotica story that’s sure to leave your heart racing and pleased afterwards. Excerpt: “Hey sexy.” I hear Kaitlyn’s voice and my eyes widen glancing up, as the dancers are once again on the bar. “Kai?” I can’t stop myself from calling her by name. I’ve always seen the dark-haired agent in a pants suit, one rare occasion a skirt. This is something else entirely. Kevin removes his drink from the bar. “You know the dancer?” Kaitlyn is up there wearing nothing more than a red g-string bikini. Her brunette locks cascade down her back and her makeup looks like a hooker must have put it on her. She’s got thick turquoise eyeliner and lime green glittery eye shadow. “Long story. We used to work together.” It’s not a lie but in the way Kevin’s mind is ticking, he must think I had been an exotic dancer. Not the case! Though, what harm could come from him believing it to be true? It is safer for everyone, than Kevin knowing I’m working undercover. Kevin laughs and his cheeks redden. I’m guessing it’s the beer. He’s looking over Kaitlyn a little too intimately and long for my pleasure. “Quite a story, I bet,” Kevin says. “Maybe you can share it on our second date?” Grab the first book in the series! Burning Desire by Ravyn Rayne Federal Agent Chronicles Book One Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Blushing Books About the Author
Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be. Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally. She has been published professionally since 2013. Prefer less steamy novels? Try her out here. Blog | Twitter | Facebook | Tsu | Goodreads | Amazon | Blushing Books ![]() I'm pleased to share the incomparable, Maggie Ryan's, new book today. His Passionate Pioneer, raced up the charts and is currently #1 in Erotic Westerns. Anna Martin has never lived her life in accordance with what others might think. Now, hiding behind the trunk of a tree, she's beginning to truly regret that fact. Listening to her reputation being ripped apart is making her suspect that her Ma's warnings are most likely coming true. After all, what man would ever consider courting-let alone wedding-a woman who never stops to consider what consequences her actions might have? Richard Andrews has just returned to Crooked Creek after being gone for three years. The day he'd left, he'd heard Anna screeching that she hated being a girl. He'd also seen her spirit as her Pa had picked her up, turned her across his knee and given her a spanking. Richard has secretly loved Anna for years, and has returned to claim the feisty little copper-haired girl who has grown into a beautiful woman. He loves her spirit and her determination, and knows both will serve her well. Without her by his side, the dream he is working so hard to fulfill would be worthless. He wants the angel he knows she is-as well as the wanton lover he can detect in her flashing eyes. By the time they reached a marriage agreement, she'd know that she was loved and could always count on him to keep her in line-even if that means turning his passionate pioneer over his knee on a regular basis. Now all he has to do is convince her to trust him; convince her to become his wife. Can Anna push aside her pride and actually turn to another for help? She remembers Mr. Andrews very well from when she was just fifteen years old. She'd been devastated when he'd simply ridden away that day. Why was he back, and what did he mean when he asked her to trust him? All she really knew was that, the moment he took her hand, her heart was lost... Buy it Now! Amazon Blushing Books Excerpt:
She began her stroll, not admitting to herself that she'd purposefully chosen a path around the wagons in order to avoid James seeing her. Humming, she walked down the road, the sun beating on her back, a cool breeze on her face. As she neared the outskirts of the town, she could see some buildings, and people walking on the wooden sidewalks just a short distance ahead. Her excitement grew and she smiled at a woman who was sweeping the porch in front of a small house on the edge of the town. The woman waved and called out a greeting. Anna returned it, her voice happy and carefree. Anna didn't realize how far she had traveled into the town until she felt someone grab her. Screaming, she kicked out with her feet as she was lifted completely off the ground. Her heart pounded and she screamed for Richard at the top of her lungs, straining against the incredibly tight hold. She was hauled around and saw that her husband was the one holding her. Her voice cut off in mid-scream. "Damn it, Richard, you scared me to death! Hell's bells, don't you ever do that again!" She held a palm against her pounding heart and breathed a huge sigh of relief—one that didn't relax her as she saw his face. She immediately began to struggle again; she had seen him disappointed, she had seen him upset, but never had she seen him so angry. "Just what in the hell were you thinking, Annabelle Rose!" he thundered. "I told you to stay at the wagon. What are you doing in the middle of town?" Middle of town? I had only meant to go to the very edge and no further. Annabelle swallowed hard and watched as several men, including Mr. Morgan, stepped out of the storefront to witness what the ruckus was all about. Seeing Richard's men, she lowered her eyes, her face flaming. "Answer me young lady," Richard ordered, still holding her arms tightly. Anna winced. "I just wanted to see a little. I just meant to walk to the edge. I swear I didn't mean to come this far. Please don't be mad at me." Grabbing for anything that might make the look of fury in his eyes lessen, she continued. "Don't worry, I did the clothes first—well, mostly." Author's Bio: Maggie Ryan Author for Blushing Books. I write both contemporary erotica and historical spanking romances. I enjoy writing about characters that enjoy the provocative D/S lifestyle of today’s times as well as taking a step back into the past to write stories that take place in the Victorian era with age-play as a theme. I live in the great Lone Star state with my wonderful husband. I have always loved reading. Growing up in a family with four children, it was difficult finding a place to be alone. I was probably one of the squeakiest clean girls on the planet as I would spend hours in the tub so I could read without being bothered. It wasn’t long before I began to make up my own endings to the books I was reading. From there, it just seemed natural to begin writing my own stories. I never try to restrict myself to any one genre because there are just too many delicious possibilities out there and inside my head. I admit to being somewhat of a romantic though as my stories always must have a great deal of love, passion, corporal discipline and, of course, great, mind-blowing sex. I want my readers to be able to see, hear, feel and know the characters that I’m creating as well as I do when I bring them to life and transfer their stories to paper. I want my women to be strong of character but also strong enough to know that submission given in love and trust to your partner does not make you weaker, it makes you far stronger. I want my men to be sexy, strong, demanding alpha males who know how to take what they want while acknowledging it is a gift they have been blessed with by the women that have chosen to submit to them. I want there to be no doubt that they truly would die for the other no matter how others might view their relationship. Follow her on Twitter: https://twitter.com/_Maggie_Ryan Email: [email protected] Don’t miss these exciting titles by Maggie Ryan and Blushing Books! Charming Isabella Louisa Revealed: Women of Wintercrest Book 1 Lord Edward’s Law: Women of Wintercrest Book 2 Claimed: Women of Wintercrest Book 3 Lucy Surrenders: Women of Wintercrest Book 4 Summer Solace Becoming His: The Teaching of Rebecca Lucy’s Journey Home: Hunter’s Ridge Book 1 Homecoming: Hunter’s Ridge Book 2 Reunion: Hunter’s Ridge Book 3 Designed for Submission: Divine Designs Book 1 A Submissive's Dream: Divine Designs Book 2 Treasured Submission Haven’s Promise: Divine Designs Book 3 The Christmas Pickle A Submissive’s Gift: Divine Designs Book 4 Rosie’s Resolutions (Masters of the Castle) My Charming Valentine (Corbin’s Bend) Miss Summers’ School: Lessons in Submission, Book One Ever Lasting Hope (Corbin’s Bend) Realizing Her Dream (w/ Laurel Jane) His Passionate Pioneer Thanks for stopping by, Stevie “Black is such a dreary color,” he said conversationally as he lifted her skirts over her head and yanked down her pantalettes. “I find I much prefer red, although the creamy color of your bottom is appealing too. Let’s try for a vivid pink, shall we?” he suggested, rubbing her bottom briskly. “Hugh, please don’t do this,” she cried, her voice muffled by her skirt and petticoat. Hugh took a moment to uncover her head. “Can you breathe, my love?” “Yes,” she snapped back, clenching her fists in the covers. “Good. I want to make sure you have plenty of air.” “Are you going to choke me also?” she sassed. “No, but I want to hear every mournful cry as you apologize profusely,” he said giving her a smack on her ass. “Besides, it will go with your dress.” ![]() “If it’s an apology you want, I give it freely, gladly.” “Oh, sweetheart, that’s nice to hear. It will not get you out of the spanking you so richly deserve, but still I appreciate the effort,” he said, patting her gently. “You are a bastard,” she screamed, repeating the word that floated up the stairs moments ago. Five rapid swats immediately burned her cheeks. Amelia had no time to draw a breath to scream before she was crying. “Disrespect is not something I will tolerate, Amelia. I am the much loved son of a hard-working Scotsman and a slightly crazy Frenchwoman who have been married for many years.” “I’m sorry,” she sniffed, wishing she dared to reach back and soothe her hot bottom. “You are free to do all the things women do when they are getting their bottoms blistered, but you will not call me names,” he informed her, “or we will be repeating this when we get home.” Amelia nodded miserably. Amelia, Book One of The Marriage Market Series is available on: Amazon Barnes & Noble All Romance Grace, Book Two in the series is also available. ![]() Please welcome author, Bella Bryce, sharing book five in her Waldorf Manor Series, Unfailing Love. Bella is a 28-year-old English writer of clean adult niche market smacky bottoms fiction published exclusively with Blushing Books. Synopsis: Love is a decision. It isn’t a fleeting emotion, and it stands firm when everything else is shaken. Brayden James has learned through raising his adopted daughter, Alice, that discipline is only part of what is required to establish stability. When a devastating incident causes Alice to see the reality of her prior circumstances, she is affirmed once again in her life at Waldorf. Brayden’s healing love is exactly what she needs, and his blossoming relationship with Anabelle Grayson mirrors that in its purest form. Brayden and Ana are now exploring the facets of their courtship between the deeply desired accountability system of domestic discipline and some rather amusing scenarios. The fifth book in the series turns particular attention to Waldorf and where it all began, giving the reader a close-up look at the man who thought he lost everything he loved when his parents died. With glimpses at the supporting cast of the series, we learn how the boundaries of marriage are built when love is at the heart of relationships. What began as Alice’s story of forgiveness and healing has turned an entire social circle to focus on their need for unmovable, sacrificial and unfailing love. Excerpt: Ana didn’t want to apologize again. It wouldn’t do the situation justice. He had been very patient for the last six weeks. “It’s time you become accountable to me, Anabelle. Properly accountable.” Brayden looked directly into her eyes. He would have kissed her if it weren’t completely inappropriate timing. The way she breathed inward was enough of a response to indicate her compliance. She wanted nothing more than to get herself over Brayden’s twenty-nine year old tailored suit trousers and get smacked for misbehaving. “Come here.” He broke their eye contact as he walked toward the Chesterfield sofa. She felt wobbly on her legs again as she followed him to the seating area in front of the fireplace. “We’ve not done this before but I assure you it is exactly what it seems like it’s going to be.” Anabelle’s face burned with embarrassment as Brayden took one of her hands. She never intended to be rude or distracted, although her wide-eyed anticipatory manner suggested otherwise. “Brayden.” “Sir.” “Sir,” Ana repeated and her chest stung delightfully at his quick reprimand. She could almost feel her heart bursting with joyous confetti. His leading was intoxicating. “What is it?” He didn’t want it to become habit that Anabelle started conversation right as she was to be put across his knee, but he also knew she must be feeling some trepidation at the unfamiliarity of the moment. “Nothing, Sir,” she replied, quietly. She had absolutely nothing to say - she was just incredibly nervous. Brayden pulled her forward and across his lap. It happened a lot faster than she imagined, with intermittent waves of excitement and dread rolling through her. She found herself facing the rug with only Brayden’s shiny black shoes and tailored trousers in her line of sight. Another mixture of anxiety and dread swirled into a cocktail of one gigantic “finally!!” He removed Anabelle’s red patent leather high-heeled shoes and lined them up neatly on the floor beside the Chesterfield, which caused her racing heart to slow to a methodical thud. Was shoe removing some sort of pre-punishment ritual? “A proper smacked bottom requires knickers down,” Brayden stated, factually, as he pulled her red fitted dress up onto her back. He cleared his throat when her red satin knickers were lowered to the backs of her knees. He was insanely attracted to Anabelle Greyson but punishment was punishment and he refused to allow his mind to travel to a place that would distract it. This was not a time for admiration. Ana could hardly believe she was lying across Brayden’s lap in such a state. It was far more humiliating in real life than in fantasy. Even when she imagined the scene she didn’t really know what to expect. She’d never had a smacking in her entire life. “This is what happens from now on in our relationship when there is a breech of behavior, trust, or a willful disregard for the rules you’ve agreed to. I want you to take in every detail of this experience so you know exactly what to expect the next time you report to my study.” “Yes, Sir.” Her nervous eyes searched the Persian rug beneath his feet. Brayden pulled his arm back and let the first whack hit her backside with force far beyond what she expected. It was supposed to be painful and memorable enough to dissuade repetition of the behavior that earned it. The dreadfully unpleasant smack of his palm on her skin brought instant remorse and it wasn’t sensual at all. It bloody hurt. The following smacks were slow in rhythm. His hand was heavy and determined as it came down onto Anabelle’s exposed and tender flesh in succession. He decided he wasn’t going to count, either. Anabelle was a big girl and she didn’t need to have a limit to how many harmless swats her disobedient bottom needed. It wasn’t terribly different in his mind, disciplining his future wife when compared with disciplining his daughter. He was a disciplinarian to both of them; the only difference was age. Brayden believed a spanking was the great equalizer - is doesn’t favor anything or anyone. Every woman is reduced to the state of a contrite and remorseful girl through the process. The goal is the same regardless of age - bring a marked change in behavior. “I want you to understand,” he said, as his heavy hand continued laying into her backside, “this is what it means to be accountable to me, Anabelle.” “Yes, Sir,” her voice was emotional. She felt more connected to Brayden in that moment than in the six weeks of deep and revealing conversations. They kept no secrets from each other and Brayden was right; work was definitely the most delicate subject between them. He knew it was a struggle for Ana to separate her career identity from every other part of her life. It was no surprise to him that the very subject would be the cause for her introduction to discipline. Brayden quickened the tempo of his hand and put slightly more force behind hit, drawing an immediate reaction of the breaking of Ana’s whimpering into audible tears. There it was. Precisely what he’d been waiting for. Remorse. He heard Ana’s breathing elongate between cries even as she tried to control it. She was crying because the guilt for her actions rightfully lined up with her punishment and it hurt. “Right,” he declared, after the last whack. In place of the smacking Ana’s tears were now the only sound filling the study. She looked at the floor through blurry vision like a sorry schoolgirl. Unsure of what was to follow her first priority was to not be a dripping mess of tears and running mascara. Mental note for next time - wear waterproof. She used one hand to quickly wipe her eyes as Brayden replaced her red knickers over her matching bottom. It was only the texture of skin versus satin that gave away the difference between the two. He pulled her dress back down where it belonged and told her to stand up. Ana pushed herself up from his lap and loosely clasped her hands together. Well. There it was. The first smacked bottom. Brayden stood up from the sofa and signaled with his index finger for her to follow. “After punishment you will face the wall. Put your hands behind your back, please.” He positioned her to face the same wall that Alice faced when she was punished. Ana hadn’t done that since she was about five years old. “I will tell you when to come out.” Buy Links: Amazon Blushing Books Barnes & Noble To learn more about Bella visit her website: www.authorbellabryce.com The series on Amazon Twitter: @bella_bryce Stevie: Today I have best-selling author, Kallista Dane, visiting to tell us about her book, His To Command. Can you tell us a little bit about yourself, Kallista? Kallista: I'd love to, Stevie. Like my ancestor Scheherazade, I cannot sing or dance or paint. I have but one talent. I am a weaver of words. I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most. As a little girl I was afraid to take risks. But when I grew up, I vowed never to let the thrills in life pass me by because of fear. Since then, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, gone scuba diving in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But the greatest risk I’ve taken is sharing my naughtiest secret fantasies in the books I write. Stevie: Wow, you're a descendant of Scheherazade? No wonder your books are so exciting. What's His To Command about? Kallista: My new book is an erotic Sci-fi adventure. There’s a strong heroine on a secret mission to a distant planet, an Alpha warrior determined to master her, lots of spanking and some very naughty anal play! When Amanda Jane Norris sets out on an undercover mission to infiltrate the ranks of a rogue general on the planet of Neodyma, a world which has turned its back on modern technology, she has complete confidence in her ability to complete her task. But then things go terribly wrong… Captured by the power-mad general, Amanda’s ordeal begins with a thorough, intimate physical examination which leaves her both utterly humiliated and helplessly aroused. Her body’s intense response to the embarrassing procedure ensures that she will be sent to join the harem the general provides for his men, but only after she is punished for her failed attempt at espionage. After a long, hard spanking in the public square, Amanda is fitted with the red tail of a harlot and prepared for her training. She is given first to Kaden, a warrior on a secret errand of his own. He quickly proves more than willing to compel her submission with a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, but his plans for her are very different from the general’s. When Amanda first experiences the intense pleasure that a man’s mastery of her body can bring, it is unlike anything she has felt before, and though it fills her with shame she is left begging for more. But can she afford to risk asking for Kaden’s help bringing down the general? Stevie: Sounds like this one is pretty spicy. Can we take a peek inside? Kallista: Absolutely, just know that His to Command, is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive anal play, elements of medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Stevie: I think we can handle that, lol. Kallista: Okay then, here's an excerpt: He snapped out something else and the soldier stopped spanking her as abruptly as he’d started. He twisted her body so she was laying flat again and sat her heel back on the table, this time keeping one hand locked around her ankle. But Thelo never stopped. His fingers continued their insolent invasion. The High Priest met her eyes again and ran his tongue slowly around his lips. Then, to her horror, he bent his head and touched his wet tongue to her clitoris. She tried desperately to control her mind, but the intense, intimate physical contact was so new and unfamiliar. He licked her there, flicking his tongue back and forth as the core of her pleasure grew hard. All her mental training disappeared. To her shock, her body began responding to the savage treatment the same way it did in her planned sessions of self-gratification. She panted heavily, fighting the surge of erotic sensations. Her bottom stinging, her vagina wet, and now the bundle of nerves between her legs throbbing and pulsing. His hot tongue kept up the onslaught until she was shaking, ready to explode. Stevie: Okay, you were telling the truth, lol. This one is pretty hot. Thanks for stopping by today, Kallista. I'm sure readers are enjoying this book. You can buy, His To Command, by clicking on any of these links: Amazon Barnes and Noble AllRomance eBooks And you can find, Kallista Dane with these links: Kallista’s Blog Kallista’s Facebook page Kallista’s Amazon page It's pretty exciting to have a book make it onto Amazon's Best-Sellers list in general. To have two books in the same series make it is thrilling. Amelia, is at #9 this morning in Victorian Erotica. Grace, is at #3 in the same category.
Thanks to the great staff at Blushing Books, I once again feel confident writing historical romance. The owner, Bethany Burke, pushed me in her kind, gentle, get it done, kind of way, lol, when I wanted to give up. My editor is terrific and always so encouraging. The cover artist gave me exactly what I wanted (isn't Grace lovely?) and the support staff is so helpful with every detail. The response time when I have a question is phenomenal, and makes the process seamless and professional. I can't thank you all enough for all the kindness you've shown me. The Marriage Market, Amelia, Book One Fresh out of Mrs. Pettigrew's School for Young Ladies, Amelia Westcott and her two best friends are ready for adventure. Suddenly a life filled with social obligations and meaningless gossip seems unappealing. On a whim the girls investigate the phenomena of young women heading west to marry, and Amelia is captivated by the freedom such a decision offers. Hugh Jordon needs a wife. The severe shortage of women in the Pacific Northwest makes advertising for a bride seems reasonable. As long as he finds a wife who is the exact opposite of his tempestuous mother, he’ll be well satisfied. Studying the applicants, he chooses one that seems to best fit his needs, and delegates his head clerk with the critical task of sending polite rejections to the others. Unfortunately, most of them never get the letter Hugh anticipated and soon the brides descend, all expecting to marry the same man! Amelia is horrified, and realizes that the adage "marry in haste, repent at leisure" has never been more true. How could he do that to her? What sort of man was he, to propose to so many women? She simply must have their wedding annulled and return to Massachusetts at once. Hugh has other ideas. In his opinion, the perfect place for his bride to learn about faith, loyalty and commitment is in his home and over his knee! The Marriage Market, Grace, Book Two Grace Wentworth and Effie Lane were cautiously optimistic when their dear friend Amelia decided to travel west to become the bride of a man she'd never met. Despite their misgivings they were stunned when Amelia wrote informing them she'd made a dreadful mistake in marrying Mr. Jordon. Determined to rescue her dear friend from the clutches of a scoundrel, Effie made plans to leave for Seattle immediately. Grace would follow when she could get away from the ever watchful eye of her mother. Everything changed when Grace was forced to accept the proposal of a cruel and violent man. Suddenly her mother's wrath could not compare with what she would face as Horace Remington’s wife. Throwing all caution aside, she fled with Effie even knowing her mother would most likely hire a Pinkerton man to find her. However, she never expected to fall for him as they played a game of cat and mouse from Chicago to Seattle. For Jonah Blackthorn, apprehending a runaway socialite seemed like an easy assignment. Locating two young, inexperienced women would take him no time at all and the five thousand dollar reward offered by the frantic fiancé would go a long way as Jonah had plans to leave the agency to begin a new chapter in his life. What he didn't plan on was being outwitted by the brats or the fact that Effie Lane wasn't relying on her wits alone to get them safely to Seattle. He also didn't expect to come to care for the redhead traveling with her gun-toting friend. When he finally caught up with them he was going to give Grace the spanking of a life time or kiss her senseless. Maybe both. Thanks for stopping by. Clicking on either book cover will take to directly to Amazon to purchase these books and to those who already have, you guys Rock! I have the best fans in the universe. Hugs, Stevie ![]() I'm having a lot of fun with this series. When Bethany Burke, owner of Blushing Books, first pitched the idea to me, my mind immediately took off. I love writing about feisty, independent women and the men who are convinced they know what's best for them. I love the conflicts, which I see as skirmishes, and sometimes downright battles. I love the resolutions, which more often than not take the form of discipline, but most of all, I love the romance. Sex is nice, and rounds out a story, but there has to be commitment. My characters must have a connection that goes way beyond a roll in the hay. If there is not a point in the story when one character puts the happiness and well-being of the other before their own, it doesn't work for me. I need to feel the emotions; desire, love, anger, sorrow, fear, pride, the list goes on and on. An added incentive for me were the 'Brides'. In case you haven't noticed, I have a thing for writing about weddings, in fact I'm trying to think of a book I've written that didn't have a wedding, engagement or making plans for a wedding. I think the only ones have been a novella and maybe the first Sugar Babies book. Maybe I just never got over playing with my bride doll as a little girl, or maybe it's because I've been happily married for a long, long, long time. Did I say long? In any case, this series gives me lots of brides to marry off, if I can find them the proper grooms. So here's the scoop on Grace. Grace Wentworth and Effie Lane were cautiously optimistic when their dear friend Amelia decided to travel west to become the bride of a man she'd never met. Despite their misgivings they were stunned when Amelia wrote informing them she'd made a dreadful mistake in marrying Mr. Jordon. Determined to rescue her dear friend from the clutches of a scoundrel, Effie made plans to leave for Seattle immediately. Grace would follow when she could get away from the ever watchful eye of her mother. Everything changed when Grace was forced to accept the proposal of a cruel and violent man. Suddenly her mother's wrath could not compare with what she would face as Horace Remington’s wife. Throwing all caution aside, she fled with Effie even knowing her mother would most likely hire a Pinkerton man to find her. However, she never expected to fall for him as they played a game of cat and mouse from Chicago to Seattle. For Jonah Blackthorn, apprehending a runaway socialite seemed like an easy assignment. Locating two young, inexperienced women would take him no time at all and the five thousand dollar reward offered by the frantic fiancé would go a long way as Jonah had plans to leave the agency to begin a new chapter in his life. What he didn't plan on was being outwitted by the brats or the fact that Effie Lane wasn't relying on her wits alone to get them safely to Seattle. He also didn't expect to come to care for the redhead traveling with her gun-toting friend. When he finally caught up with them he was going to give Grace the spanking of a life time or kiss her senseless. Maybe both. Excerpt: “How did you find us, Mr. Blackthorn? Any paid assassins lurking about?” “Miss Lane, you wound me,” Jonah said, patting his chest. “As a gentleman, I feel bound to assist a damsel in distress. I am here to offer my services in protecting your dear friend, Miss Wentworth.” “Actually, Mr. Blackthorn, we weren’t in distress until you appeared,” Grace spat nearly quivering with anger. “I would have thought being bested by two helpless women, ‘damsels in distress’, would be enough for any man. Perhaps you’d better stay away from the ship’s rail on this voyage unless you’re a very strong long-distance swimmer.” Watching his lips thin, Grace smiled in delight. “Believe me, Grace, you only got away with what happened in Omaha because I didn’t want to hurt you or your partner in crime. If you’d been men, the outcome would have been very different, I can assure you.” “Sounds like sour grapes to me, Effie,” she said with a pitying expression. “It’s sad when a man is so insecure he can’t admit to being beaten at his own game. Coffee, Mr. Blackthorn?” “No one’s been beaten,” he growled, “at least not yet, but there’s a good chance a couple of young ladies may yet get their bustles blistered.” “Ah, resorting to threats is usually a man’s last alternative,” Effie said with fake sympathy as she patted his hand. “I’ll have some coffee, Grace.” “Listen you two; I’m trying to help you.” “Help us what, Mr. Blackthorn? Put five thousand dollars in your pocket?” You can buy, The Marriage Market, Book Two, Grace, on Amazon. Amazon ![]() This is probably the last time I'll promote Amelia for a while. Next week, Grace, Book Two in The Marriage Market series will be out. I'm pretty excited. It's such fun writing about these women and the men who try to tame them. Effie, is next and let me tell you, she's giving Samuel a run for his money. So here's the info on Amelia. If you haven't read it, now would be a good time to give it a shot. The reviews have been good. It's been on the best seller list in Victorian Erotica from the very beginning, but in general is a very sweet spanking romance. Scroll down for a sneak peek at Grace. Amelia, Book One in The Marriage Market Series Fresh out of Mrs. Pettigrew's School for Young Ladies, Amelia Westcott and her two best friends are ready for adventure. Suddenly a life filled with social obligations and meaningless gossip seems unappealing. On a whim the girls investigate the phenomena of young women heading west to marry, and Amelia is captivated by the freedom such a decision offers. Hugh Jordon needs a wife. The severe shortage of women in the Pacific Northwest makes advertising for a bride seems reasonable. As long as he finds a wife who is the exact opposite of his tempestuous mother, he’ll be well satisfied. Studying the applicants, he chooses one that seems to best fit his needs, and delegates his head clerk with the critical task of sending polite rejections to the others. Unfortunately, most of them never get the letter Hugh anticipated and soon the brides descend, all expecting to marry the same man! Amelia is horrified, and realizes that the adage "marry in haste, repent at leisure" has never been more true. How could he do that to her? What sort of man was he, to propose to so many women? She simply must have their wedding annulled and return to Massachusetts at once. Hugh has other ideas. In his opinion, the perfect place for his bride to learn about faith, loyalty and commitment is in his home and over his knee! Excerpt: Her feet barely skimmed the gently sloping, verdant lawn as she hurried to a destination she had been to thousands of times. Reaching the iron gate, she sat the basket down momentarily as she took a small key from her pocket. It only took a moment to unlock the barrier the fathers had insisted on. Seconds later she was through and could see the bright sunlight past the thick hedge. “I’m here,” she called out gaily, nearly skidding to a stop. “Oh,” she sighed dramatically as she dropped to the ground, the brim of her hat flopping up and down. “What took you so long?” Grace demanded. “I’m starving and I almost had to go to the dressmaker with mother.” Effie turned up her nose and gave a delicate shiver. “How horrible,” she drawled as she took the quilt from Amelia and spread it neatly on the ground. “Don’t make light of it, Effie,” Amelia said with a laugh. “When mother died, father asked Mrs. Wentworth to take me along to the dressmakers with Grace. I’ve never been poked so much in my entire life.” “Sorry,” Effie offered, sitting on the quilt and watching Grace unpack the basket. “It’s all right,” Grace replied, picking up a pickle and taking a big bite. “You just have no concept of how exacting my mother can be,” she continued, chewing as she spoke. “Wouldn’t Mrs. Pettigrew have a fit if she could see us now?” Amelia asked as she sat cross legged, her bare legs showing as she reached for her own pickle. Effie straightened and placed her hand on her hips. Looking down her nose she began a perfect imitation of the woman they’d all grown to hate. “Young ladies, young ladies,” she spat out crisply as she clapped her hands. “It is not proper to show your lower extremities,” she scolded, eying Grace who was sitting on her heels. “When a lady sits, she does so gracefully, gently sweeping her skirt to the side. She does not cross her legs, nor does she allow anything more than a glimpse of her ankles,” she continued, hiking up her pink dress and pointing her toes inward, giving her backside an inflated appearance. Grace and Amelia howled with laughter. “Ladies, a well-bred young woman does not bellow with mirth,” Effie informed them, wagging her finger. “She quietly titters behind her fan or a lace handkerchief. Observe,” she continued, plucking a small lace square from her pocket and holding it to her mouth as she giggled and rolled her eyes. Grace and Amelia began clapping, yelling, “Bravo!” Buy Links: Amazon Amazon UK Barnes & Nobel Blushing Books The Marriage Market, Book Two, Grace
Grace Wentworth and Effie Lane were cautiously optimistic when their dear friend Amelia decided to travel west to become the bride of a man she'd never met. Despite their misgivings they were stunned when Amelia wrote informing them she'd made a dreadful mistake in marrying Mr. Jordon. Determined to rescue her dear friend from the clutches of a scoundrel, Effie made plans to leave for Seattle immediately. Grace would follow when she could get away from the ever watchful eye of her mother. Everything changed when Grace was forced to accept the proposal of a cruel and violent man. Suddenly her mother's wrath could not compare with what she would face as Horace Remington’s wife. Throwing all caution aside, she fled with Effie even knowing her mother would most likely hire a Pinkerton man to find her. However, she never expected to fall for him as they played a game of cat and mouse from Chicago to Seattle. For Jonah Blackthorn, apprehending a runaway socialite seemed like an easy assignment. Locating two young, inexperienced women would take him no time at all and the five thousand dollar reward offered by the frantic fiancé would go a long way as Jonah had plans to leave the agency to begin a new chapter in his life. What he didn't plan on was being outwitted by the brats or the fact that Effie Lane wasn't relying on her wits alone to get them safely to Seattle. He also didn't expect to come to care for the redhead traveling with her gun-toting friend. When he finally caught up with them he was going to give Grace the spanking of a life time or kiss her senseless. Maybe both. Thanks for stopping by. She was a tease, a flirt, a tormentor of any male old enough to notice, and some said a tramp. It wasn’t true, of course, but when you looked like Cat, jealousy and spite were something you got used to. They said the boys flocked around her because she ‘put out,’ ‘gave it away,’ but in fact she was still a virgin, something she hoped was temporary.
It was only recently that she came to this decision, wanting to get rid of her hymen. Maybe then she’d fit in again. Maybe the friends she’d had in junior high wouldn’t avoid her as they did now, as though she was a Venus fly-trap, waiting to snatch their boyfriends and devour them. In her mind she pictured a sign flashing above her head. ‘Used Goods’ it would say in bright neon lights, and that should take care of some of boys dogging her every move, wanting to be ‘the one’ who popped her cherry. Despite all the hoopla on TV about the sexual revolution, free love and the hippies taking over a farm in New York for three days, south of the Mason Dixon line, some boys still wanted a ‘good girl’ and would scatter like roaches caught in a bright light once she was no longer prime. It was silly really, she thought as she smoothed on her pink lipstick. All this fuss over a little scrap of tissue and the lucky winner of this dubious prize would likely melt away like a sidewalk chalk drawing in the rain once he’d bragged to all and sundry. Taking a long necked Pepsi from the ice box, Cat popped the cap using the bottle opener on the side of the kitchen cabinet and went through the screen door, letting it slam behind her. Plopping down on the porch swing she gently set it in motion, thankful for the slight breeze. Lord, it was hot, and he was late. She’d chosen Wendell Culpepper last week when her 18th birthday party had been basically boycotted by all but two of her girlfriends and she suspected the only reason the Spiller twins had shown up was because their Mama was best friends with her Mama. The young men had come in droves, everyone she’d invited and some tag-a-longs besides. It was embarrassing, dancing under the Chinese lanterns her Daddy strung up in the back yard with one boy after another. Cat pretended to have a good time and ignored the girls casually strolling up and down the sidewalk in front of her house whispering. That was when she knew she has to do something. She chose Wendell for a few reasons. He was older, 23 to her 18, he had a real pretty pick-up with loud mufflers that sounded cool and he was cute, in that country boy sort of way. His hair was brown with blonde streaks from working everyday on his Daddy’s farm. He was strong, not excessively tall and she liked the way he looked in church on Sundays when he was all cleaned up. But the main reason she chose him was his reputation. It was said around town that Wendell could charm the panties off a nun if he put his mind to it. With his easy smile and sharp wit, Wendell was the kind of man your Daddy would shake hands with and clap on the back, as though he personally had something to do with the boy’s prowess and your Mama would snap open her fan, quickly cooling off her face as she pulled you behind her. Yes, if she was going to give it away, and she was, Wendell would at least know what to do with it. It never occurred to her that his reputation might be as fabricated as hers. Wendell pulled into Cathleen O’Brian’s driveway just as the last of the sun’s rays were sliding behind the trees. Jumping out of his truck, it was his intention to walk to her door, speak with her Mama and Daddy and escort her to his vehicle, but she was already coming across the lawn. Swallowing, he realized it was a good thing he didn’t have to speak. Her perfectly straight blonde hair hung nearly to her waist, shinning in the fading light. Frayed blue denim cut offs showed her tanned legs almost to her crotch and the white gauzy peasant blouse she wore moved with each step. He knew women were burning their bras, but he never expected to see Cat’s breasts swaying freely as she moved in that loose hipped way. She was artless, totally unaware of how perfectly proportioned and beautiful she was. Her sweet, innocent face and wide blue eyes were angelic, almost too perfect to be real. “Hi Wendell,” she said sweetly as she reached him. “Hi Cathleen,” he replied thickly. “It sure is hot, isn’t it?” she asked, tipping the bottle she still held to her lips, exposing her neck above the untied strings of her top. “Um, yeah, it sure is, are you ready to go?” Nodding, Cat moved to open the door, but he got to it first, unable to take his eyes off her ass as she climbed onto the seat after handing him her soft drink. The platform sandals on her feet, the swell of her sweet cheeks showing below her short shorts and the way she smiled at him over her shoulder as she crawled in, her hair fanning out around her, gave him an instant and painful erection. “Hell’s bells,” he sighed as he closed the door and walked around to his side of the truck and got in. It was going to be a long night. “Is everything alright?” she asked nervously, peeking at him from under her lashes. “Fine.” “Are we still going to the fair?” He had a moment when he wondered if taking her to a movie might be a better idea. She was sure to attract plenty of undesirable attention at the fair. Then he pictured her next to him in a dark movie house, his hand sliding over her shoulder, grasping her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. “Yes.” “Okay,” she said smiling and relaxing in her seat. “I love fairs. I haven’t been in ages.” And to the fair they went. Surprisingly he had a good time, when he wasn’t sending scowling stares to overeager admirers. For the next several hours they laughed and talked about everything and anything. She was funny and smart and he came to realize why she’d always been more to him than a pretty face in the pew across the aisle at church. He was just biding his time until she graduated, that rite of passage into adulthood couldn’t come fast enough for him. They rode the Ferris wheel, and the bumper cars, ate hot dogs and French fries and Cat consumed an enormous amount of cotton candy. Looking at her sweet, sticky lips, Wendell reminded himself over and over that she was really just a child in a lot of ways. They played many games with Cat cheering him on as he filled her arms with stuffed animals and Kewpie dolls. When they approached the test of strength, Wendell picked up the mallet with one hand and rang the bell three times in a row, amazing Cat with his power and scattering the latest group of young boys following their steps. Sticking the cigars in his shirt pocket, Wendell was surprised when she took one out and held it to her nose. “You’ll don’t smoke, do you honey?” he asked frowning. “No, my Daddy smokes a pipe though and I like the smell. Why would it bother you if I did?” she asked. “It damn sure would,” he replied sternly, taking the cigar and putting it back in his pocket. “Why?” she asked, genuinely curious as she looked up at him. “I just don’t like it, is all. A lady doesn’t smoke. It’s not proper.” Cat laughed. “What makes you think I’m a lady,” she teased, smiling over her shoulder as she walked away. Wendell took her arm and pulled her closer to his side, slowing her steps. “I know you’re a lady, despite how you’re dressed tonight. How’d you get out of the house and past your Daddy in that getup anyway?” he asked, scowling. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” she demanded, stopping dead. “You know damn well what’s wrong with it without me having to tell you. For one thing you’re not wearing a bra and I can see clear through that top in the right light.” “So.” “So it looks like you’re…looking for something besides a good time at the fair,” he continued, pulling her along gently. “Maybe I am,” she drawled. Wendell snorted. “You think I believe all those rumors about you? I know better.” “You don’t know anything, Wendell Culpepper! I’m very experienced. Ask anybody,” she sassed. Wendell let his frustration win and began leading her to the parking area. “Just why did you ask me to take you out, Cathleen?” “Because I like you,” she snapped. “Why are we leaving?” she demanded as he towed her across the hay field. “I think I better get you on home. I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’ve got a hunch I won’t like it.” “Why bless your heart for being such a gentleman and worrying about me,” she drawled sweetly. “It’s really not necessary. If you want to go home, I’m sure I can find my own ride later. Don’t you give it another thought,” she said, turning back toward the fairgrounds as soon as he released her arm at the truck. “Oh no you won’t, I brought you and I’ll be taking you home before you get yourself in trouble. What’s gotten into you tonight?” “Nothing! Nothing’s gotten into me and that’s what I aim to fix,” she shouted, stomping her foot and marching away. “Cat, get back here,” he called as she stumbled on the uneven ground. “No, and you can’t make me,” she yelled over her shoulder. Wendell watched her for a few minutes as she wove her way back to the lights. Finally he set off after her, swearing fit to burn the ears on anybody who might be listening. It didn’t take him long to catch her and on the thick hay she never heard him coming. One second she was headed in one direction and the next she was over his shoulder being carried to his truck and she struggled to hang on to her prizes. “You put my down this instant, Wendell Culpepper,” she cried, kicking her feet. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t tell my Daddy about this,” she warned direly. “No, you’ll be lucky I don’t tell him,” he replied, eating up the distance and yanking the passenger door open. Stooping he plopped her on the seat and pushed her kicking feet around. When Cat tried to jump down he looked her right in the eye, his head bent close to her. “You put one toe out of this truck missy and I’ll tan your hide but good. Do you hear me?” he asked darkly. Cat pulled her foot back and nodded, her eyes wide with shock. Wendell waited until she lowered her gaze before slamming the door and walking to his side. Once inside he didn’t start the vehicle immediately and Cat watched him out of the corner of her eye. This may have been a bad idea from the beginning. Wendell was obviously trying to get control of his temper and it was taking a while. Finally he turned in his seat until he was facing her. It was dark, the lights and the music seemed very far away now in the small quiet space. “Alright, out with it and I want the truth. Why did you ask me to take you out?” “I asked you to take me out because I…want you,” she stammered out, hiding behind her hair. “You want me?” “Yes.” “In what way?” he asked, confused. “You know what way,” she hissed. “No, I don’t think I do. You’ll have to be a bit more specific, Cat,” he sighed. “I want you to take me,” she whispered. “Take you where?” “Oh for the love of God, take me! You know, fuck me!” “You watch your mouth,” he shouted. “Of all the… why would you…you’ve never kissed me and all of a sudden you want me to make love to you?” he said, stunned and maybe a little bit flattered. “That was my plan,” she sighed. “Well it’s a stupid plan,” he said, starting the truck. “No, it’s very well thought out,” she insisted. “Okay, then explain it to me,” he snorted as he followed the tracks to the road. “I wanted someone who knew what he was doing the first time.” “And you figure I know what I’m doing?” he asked. “That’s what they say,” she admitted. “You do, don’t you?” she asked, suddenly nervous and wondering if she had made a major miscalculation. “I have a pretty good idea,” he said, hiding his smile. “Just an idea?” she choked out. “You mean you’ve never…” “Listen, this conversation is about you, not me and a gentleman never tells.” “Some do” she said sadly, “and some just make things up. I figure if this town is going to treat me like a whore, I may as well have some fun. It is fun, right?” she asked hopefully. Wendell was tempted to tell her some real horror stories about the deflowering of a virgin, but he restrained himself. There was no sense in scaring her and he had something else entirely in mind. “Sure it’s fun, but if you have some feeling for the other person it’s more than fun, it’s amazing.” “So will you? Do it I mean?” she asked softly. “Gee, I don’t know Cat. I’ve never even kissed you and I still think it’s a pretty stupid idea. Who cares if people gossip about you? That doesn’t mean it’s true and the folks who really know you and care about you won’t believe it anyway.” “I care and I’m sick of being groped and touched every time a boy thinks he can get away with it. I’ll let you kiss me, if you want to.” “Who’s touching you?” he demanded. “Tell me who and I’ll take care of it, honey.” “How you gonna fix it, Wen? You’re at work all day and I’ve got another year before I graduate. I don’t think I can stand it. It’s like I’m some kind of contest or something, like whoever gets to do it wins a trophy,” she said angrily. “What if we start telling everyone that you’re my girl? I’m pretty sure most of those guys will back off if they don’t want me breathing down their necks, or worse,” he suggested, reaching for her hand. “No, I’m going to do this,” she insisted pulling her hand away. “If you don’t want to help me, I’ll find someone who will.” “So if I don’t take your virginity, you’ll just find another guy. Is that it, huh?” “Yes,” she said, leaning against her door completely embarrassed. He didn’t want her. The one guy she trusted and actually respected, didn’t want her. It was nearly unbearable. Wendell slowed, hit his brakes and spun his truck in a 180. Hitting the gas hard, he headed back down the highway. “Where are we going?” she asked, feeling his anger like a fog around her. “I’ve decided to give you what you need Cathleen,” he said, “and I know just the place.” Wendell drove for several miles in silence before slowing and turning onto a dirt road. He continued to follow the narrow track for another few miles. “Where are we?” Cat asked, trying to control the quiver in her voice. “On the farm. This leads back to a swimming hole the local kids use during the summer. It’s a little cool tonight and hopefully with the fair running there’ll be some privacy back here. Are you scared?” “No.” “You should be,” he said under his breath as he pulled into a clearing, lit by millions of stars. The sound of water trickling over rocks and the chirping of crickets was the only thing that broke the silence as he got out of the truck and pulled a blanket from behind his seat. “Stay put,” he said before he closed his door. Wendell let down the tailgate and hopped onto the truck bed, spreading the blanket out. Jumping down he strode to Cat’s door, opened it and plucked her out as though she weighed no more than one of the stuffed animals he’d won for her. Carrying her to the back of the truck he set her on the open tailgate and stepped back. She was lovely, lonely and very fragile looking and he almost changed his mind. She was also foolish and frustratingly determined to have her own way. So be it. “Kiss me,” he ordered, pushing her legs apart and stepping between them. Cat looked at his face, shadowed by the moonlight. He was nearly eye to eye with her sitting on the back of his truck and she closed hers and leaned forward, touching her lips to his. They were surprisingly warm and firm and he gave her free rein to nibble and deepen the kiss, which she did with a sigh. Her hands rested lightly on his shoulders for balance and after what seemed a suitable amount of time she pulled back, licking her lips. “You’ll have to do better than that,” he said firmly, keeping his hands at his sides, fists tightly clenched. Somewhat embarrassed, Cat leaned closer, determined to do a better job. Pressing her mouth to his firmly, she slid her tongue along the seam of his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. Wendell was lost. His hands cupped the cheeks of her ass and brought her flush against his erection. Holding her in place with one arm he buried his other hand deep in her hair, anchoring her head in place as he took possession of her mouth. Breathy little sighs escaped and she began to tingle all over, feeling dizzy. Warmth flooded her limbs and she felt hotter than if she were in full sun at high noon. When his lips moved to her neck she let her head fall back and pushed her breasts against his hard chest. Oh yes, this was fun, she thought as she shivered in his arms. She was in high cotton. It surprised her when he reached to unhook her arms from around his neck and she swayed slightly as he stepped back. His hands gently traced her collar bone on both sides before sliding slowly down, brushing her nipples and stopping to grasp each one and worry it gently. The moan startled her and she looked around, making sure they were still alone. “Was that better?” she asked breathlessly. “Much,” he replied as he lifted her down, and took her place on the tailgate. “Take your pants off.” Cat gripped the tailgate with one hand and froze. This was it, the moment she’d been hoping for. She was nervous, exhilarated and terrified all at the same time, but she straightened her spine and let go of the truck. Reaching for the snap on her shorts, she shucked them in a smooth motion, dropping them to the ground. Her hands flew to the hem of her blouse and began lifting it over her head, but Wendell stopped her. “No, leave that on for now and come here,” he said hoarsely. After all, a man could only stand so much and at this point he had no idea how long his will power would hold up. Cocking his hips to one side he let one of his long legs dangle from the back of the truck. Cat slowly came to him and he caressed her cheek softly before reaching under her arms and hauling her up and straight over his knee. Her pretty white panties with the little red hearts stayed up long enough for him to admire them before he whisked them to her knees. “Wen?” she said in alarm. “I don’t think this is the way it’s done,” she whimpered, beginning to get a bad feeling about the whole thing. “This is exactly how it’s done. Haven’t you ever had you backside paddled?” he asked with a smile as he tucked his strong arm around her waist. “Well sure I have, when I was a little girl,” she said, wiggling a bit and fighting down a sudden feeling of panic. “Only if I was naughty though and you said the kiss was good.” ‘Oh honey, the kiss was perfect. Too bad that’s not how we’re gonna end this date,” he sighed, rubbing her bare cheeks and wishing things could be different. “It isn’t? Why not? Let’s just kiss a little more and you can take me home.” “I can’t do that honey. Not while I’m worried about what you’re planning. It’s time you and I had a little talk. I’ve had my eye on you for a long time, and don’t think I haven’t noticed you batting those lashes at me on Sundays when your Mama wasn’t looking. I figure we’ve got two options here. We can either get in the truck and head on over to Buford, wake up Reverend Watkins and put an end to this tonight, or we can have us a little set too and maybe you’ll rethink this whole crazy idea of yours. It don’t matter much to me either way, but your Mama will surely be disappointed if she doesn’t get the chance to give you a big fancy wedding. “Of course if we get married you’ll have to drop out of school, which would be a shame since it’s your last year and there’s the senior ball and all. I guess if you’re in such an all fired hurry to be a woman, it won’t bother you none,” he drawled, patting her bottom. “The way I see it if we get busy, by the time you’re class graduates you can have a baby or two. Did I tell you twins run in my family? Well they do. I can’t afford a house of our own right yet, but I’m sure we can all fit in my bedroom at the farm. It will be a little crowded, what with a crib and all but we’ll manage. You’ll likely be too tired to have much fun, what with diapers and being up half the night with the baby, ya’ll probably …” “Wait! I never said anything about wanting to get married and I sure don’t want a baby,” she cried. “Where’d you ever get an idea like that?” “What’s a man supposed to think when a girl comes to him and asks him to take her virginity, huh? You answer me that.” “I don’t know,” she whispered, hanging her head. “Well I’m about to tell you. He either thinks she loves him something fierce to be willing to give up something so precious, or he thinks she’s a foolish little brat who’s gotten too big for her britches. So which is it Cathleen O’Brian?” “Well, I don’t love you,” she said, “I mean I like you a lot and it’s true about the flirting,” she admitted softly. Wendell’s big hand waited on her bottom. Funny she wasn’t so much embarrassed being over his knee nearly naked as she was that this man thought she was a foolish brat. “So it’s option two then,” he said calmly. “I guess it is,” she replied, knowing what was coming. “Then we are in agreement finally,” he sighed as he began to spank her. Wendell didn’t hold anything back, he just plain wailed away on her tender bottom until she was fighting for all she was worth to get away. All her pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears as his hand moved from cheek to cheek, leaving fiery hand-prints that overlapped each other. When he began to spank the area where her cheeks met her thighs his slaps were fast and furious and she prayed he wouldn’t go lower the way her Daddy did that one time she swore at her Mama. Red thighs would be hard to explain and she knew how painful they could be. It wasn’t until all the fight had drained out of her and she was quietly sobbing over his knee that he slowed down. “Do you have any idea what kind of danger you placed yourself in tonight?” he demanded, smacking both cheeks, hard. “If you had asked this of someone else you could be lying in a ditch somewhere.” “I wouldn’t have asked anyone else,” she cried softly. “You wouldn’t?” “No, only you Wendell, only you,” she sobbed. Wendell stopped. She cared. “Well, it’s a good thing!” he shot out, giving her another five blistering smacks when he remembered what he was about. “And you better not pull another crazy stunt like this, if you know what’s good for you. I won’t have my girl acting like a complete ninny just because of some cheap talk.” Smack. “Are you going to behave?” “Yes, oh yes,” she promised, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her blouse. “I’ll be good.” “You better be,” he warned as he pulled her up and set her on her feet behind the truck. Keeping his hand on her shoulder he jumped down, pulled a bandana from his back pocket and dried her tears. She looked so cute standing there all soft and sweet, her hands framing her well-spanked bottom, her panties still around her calves. After pulling up her panties, he picked up her shorts and helped her into them. She was still sniffling, the occasional tear sliding down her cheek when he opened his arms to her. Cat looked at him, her watery big blue eyes uncertain for a moment and Wendell figured it was the longest moment of his life. Then she launched herself at him and all was right with the world as he cuddled her against his chest. “Am I your girl, Wen?” she asked. “Honey girl, you’ve always been mine,” he whispered into her hair, kissing the top of her head. “I was just waiting for you to grow up.” |
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