Friday, April 17, 2015

#SatSpanks from Willful Miss Winchester


Happy Saturday! Willful Miss Winchester is now available!


“Why did you not inform your brother that you were going to visit?”
“I like surprises.”
“Then you’re going to really enjoy this.” He tugged at the ribbons holding her undergarments in place and yanked the flimsy fabric down to expose her punished flesh.
She gasped and reached back to try to cover herself.
“Oh no. There will be no covering yourself.” He pinned her hands at the small of her back. “You asked for this, in more ways than one.”
His hand landed in the center of her crimson buttocks, leaving a white hand print against the scarlet background which slowly faded away. He repeated the action and watched his mark appear and disappear.
Though he had a good grasp on her hands and legs, Charlotte continued to struggle against him. Her movements did nothing to impinge his discipline…until the writhing opened her legs and revealed a glimpse of her sweet pink sex, glistening in the lamplight.


Rash, brash and low on cash, Miss Charlotte Winchester sails across the Atlantic ready to partake of all London had to offer the favorite sister of Lord Thomas Winchester.
What a shock for our impulsive adventurer when she arrives at her brother's London townhouse to find he and his wife sailed for America weeks before.
Reclusive widower Lord Lucas Tanner wanted nothing more than to live in obscurity while continuing to mourn the loss of his wife and infant son. When his house burns to the ground, he accepts the invitation of his friend, Lord Thomas Winchester, to reside at his home while Thomas and Lady Katherine visit America. All goes well for him until Charlotte shows up.
Cultures and passions clash when these two unlikely roommates are forced to share a home. Will they draw a chalk line through the center of the parlor, or will their acrimony turn to matrimony?

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Willful Miss Winchester Now Available!

Rash, brash and low on cash, Miss Charlotte Winchester sails across the Atlantic ready to partake of all London had to offer the favorite sister of Lord Thomas Winchester.
What a shock for our impulsive adventurer when she arrives at her brother's London townhouse to find he and his wife sailed for America weeks before.
Reclusive widower Lord Lucas Tanner wanted nothing more than to live in obscurity while continuing to mourn the loss of his wife and infant son. When his house burns to the ground, he accepts the invitation of his friend, Lord Thomas Winchester, to reside at his home while Thomas and Lady Katherine visit America. All goes well for him until Charlotte shows up.
Cultures and passions clash when these two unlikely roommates are forced to share a home. Will they draw a chalk line through the center of the parlor, or will their acrimony turn to matrimony?


April 17 only...on sale for $1.99

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Learn To Speak Regency

Some days I feel really old, but I'm still not old enough to have lived during the Regency Era (1811-1820) so when I need to find out how people lived during that time, I have a to do some research. One of my favorite resources is Georgette Heyer's Regency World by Jennifer Kloester.

In honor of the release of Willful Miss Winchester on April 16, I thought we could all get ready by learning some Regency Era cant (slang terms). Please feel free to work these phrases into your vocabulary whenever appropriate.

All these terms and definitions are from the book referenced above. If you're interested in learning more about the Regency Era (and not just fancy phrases to impress your friends) I highly recommend it. My comments are in italics.

Hunt the squirrel: the often dangerous sport of following closely behind a carriage and then passing it so closely as to brush the wheel. Considered an amusing pastime by stage coachmen and some sporting gentlemen, the practice often resulted in the victim's carriage being overturned. [And I thought road rage was a new phenomenon.]

Shoot the cat: Vomit [Perhaps this was the precursor to Ralph and Earl]

Dicked in the Knob: silly, crazy [I suppose this is similar to f-ed in the head]

Not a feather to fly with: no money, dead broke [We might say, not a pot...or window to throw it out of] 

Bang up to the knocker: first-rate; well dressed, turned out in prime style [I'm totally going to use this phrase today. "Hey, you are bang up to the knocker in that outfit."]

A tabby: An old maid [cats were not well thought of, it seems] 

Miss Charlotte Winchester did not use many slang terms, but there was one particular bit of profanity that seemed to get her into trouble. More than once.

Damn him. How did he manage to raise her ire every time? 

She stomped up the stairs to her room and slammed the door behind her. Unfortunately, she did not lock it because Lord Lucas Tanner entered nearly as soon as she did. And he did lock the door. 

“You and I,” he said, dark eyes flashing, “are going to get a few things straight.” 

“There is nothing for us to discuss. I am going to live here. What you do is entirely your choice.” She spoke with more courage than she felt. 

“Yes, it is my choice. And right now, Miss Winchester,” he took her by the arm and marched her to a straight backed chair, “my choice is to inflict upon your rear end some of the same anguish that you have put me through this evening.” 

In an instant she was across his lap and staring at the floor. Without preamble, he bared her backside and swatted in earnest. “This,” he landed a blow at the center of her naked cheeks, followed by two more in quick succession, “is for the three boarding houses I visited looking for you.” 

“I’m sorry,” she gasped between swats. “I did not intend for you to follow me. I was trying to get away from you.” 

“Well, you will not be getting away from me again.” He pulled her tight against his hip. “Your brother has entrusted you to my care, and I will not disappoint him.” Sharp slaps peppered her thighs and she kicked her legs. 

“Maybe the reason I ran away was because you spanked me. How is spanking me again going to keep me from running off a second time?” 

“If I have to tie you to my side, I will. I am a man of honor and I will not allow you to prevent me from doing my duty.” 

“You would not dare!” 

“Oh yes I would and I do. I told you last night that I would spank you if you did not learn how to behave, and the first chance you got, you ran off. Would you call that behaving?” 

“I would call that asserting my rights.” 

“Well, I am going to assert my rights against your bare arse.” The burn in her backside amped up a few more degrees as he continued to spank. Lord Tanner was unrelenting. His palm landed rhythmically from cheek to cheek in an alternating pattern. 

“That hurts.” She glared at him over her shoulder. 

“That is my intention. I expect that tomorrow your bum will sting and every time you sit down you will be reminded of what happens when you do not behave. Just in case you have any more ideas about running off.” 

“I told you I am not running off. You will leave this house before I do.” 

“You are very confident for a girl with a bright red ass.” 

Frustrated, angry and just plain mad, Charlotte searched her mind for the worst thing she could say. 

“Bugger off,” she shouted. 

His hand stopped mid-air. “What did you just say?” His voice was a deathly whisper. 

Uh oh. Dread knotted in her stomach. What had she done? She was not exactly sure what the phrase meant, but she had heard a few members of the crew say it to each other, mostly when they did not think any of the passengers were around. All she knew was that it felt good coming off her tongue, though she knew better than to say as much to him. Or did she? 

“I said, bugger off.” 

Lord Tanner flipped her over and had her standing so quickly, her head spun. He marched her to a corner of the room and shoved her to stand with her nose against the wall. “Do not move,” he said, though his intention was pretty obvious. 

It occurred to Charlotte that perhaps she had finally pushed Lord Tanner too far. 

A rough hand on her shoulder turned her away from the corner. “Open your mouth.” 

Shocked by the unusual command, she complied without thinking. A rough bar of soap was inserted between her lips and she was turned back around to face the corner. “Perhaps this will teach you not to talk like a sailor.” 

Straining to calm her pulse and breathe through her nose, Charlotte focused on the wall in front of her. When she had first entered the room, she thought the wallpaper was beautiful. After this, she would not be able to look at it without remembering the horrid taste of soap in her mouth. 

“When you stand in the corner, your bare bottom will be displayed for me and anyone else who might enter the room.” Lord Tanner yanked the hem of her skirts up and tucked it into the neckline of her dress, leaving her backside bared. 

Instinctively she reached back to cover her nudity. “Hands on your head,” Lord Tanner said, adding a slap to the center of her ass. He slid his hand between her thighs. “Open your legs.” 

Charlotte clenched her thighs tightly together, refusing to comply, though she did put her hands on her head. 

Lord Tanner gripped both her bottom cheeks in his hands and separated the globes. When his intention became clear, Charlotte flushed with shame. Could he see her bottom hole? He pressed his thumb against her puckered opening. “Open your legs, Miss Winchester.” 

He stood so close behind her, his breath sent a shiver down her spine. She chose the lesser of two humiliating options and opened her legs. 

 “Good girl,” he whispered and Charlotte hated herself for the thrill his words created in her. 

With just the briefest touch, he fingered the private place at the apex of her thighs and Charlotte bit down on the soap to keep from crying out. Just as quickly, he removed his hand and she heard his footsteps move to the center of the room. She focused on the wallpaper pattern and did her very best not to succumb to her misery. 

Despite her determination, a slow tear trickled down her cheek. She suffered the trip across the ocean in order to see her brother. Instead, she was trapped in a house with a barbarian who punished her and washed her mouth out with soap.

And touched her in naughty places that made her tingle. More tears flowed down her face. 

She was supposed to be attending balls and the theater with her loving brother, not stand in the corner like a bad girl. This was not what she had planned, that was for sure. How had it all gone so wrong? 

Well, maybe it was wrong to curse at Lord Tanner. She could see that now. She considered apologizing, but how could she talk around the vile bar of soap in her mouth? Foam from the soap dripped onto her tongue and she feared she might gag. Fatigue and sorrow washed over her. Her shoulders slumped and tears streamed down her face. 

A shuddering sob racked her body and she struggled to breath around the soap. This was hardly the enchanted London social life she had envisioned. 

A gentle hand on her shoulder startled her and she was turned to face Lord Tanner. He removed the bar of soap carefully and cleaned her lips with a damp cloth. He pulled her against his hard body and held her as she sobbed. “Shhhh. It is over now.” 



What happens next? You'll have to wait until April 16 to find out!


Blurb:Rash, brash and low on cash, Miss Charlotte Winchester sails across the Atlantic ready to partake of all London had to offer the favorite sister of Lord Thomas Winchester.
What a shock for our impulsive adventurer when she arrives at her brother's London townhouse to find he and his wife sailed for America weeks before.
Reclusive widower Lord Lucas Tanner wanted nothing more than to live in obscurity while continuing to mourn the loss of his wife and infant son. When his house burns to the ground, he accepts the invitation of his friend, Lord Thomas Winchester, to reside at his home while Thomas and Lady Katherine visit America. All goes well for him until Charlotte shows up.
Cultures and passions clash when these two unlikely roommates are forced to share a home. Will they draw a chalk line through the center of the parlor, or will their acrimony turn to matrimony?

Friday, April 3, 2015

#SatSpanks from Willful Miss Winchester

Happy Easter, Happy Passover, Happy Spring, or Happy Fall for those of you in the southern hemisphere.

I think I have everyone covered and I'm glad you're here.

I have a new book coming out April 16. Willful Miss Winchester is the third book in my Lady Katherine's Comeuppance series and it tells the story of Thomas' sister, Charlotte, who decides to surprise her brother by sailing across the Atlantic to visit. But the surprise on her when she arrives and finds that Thomas and Lady Katherine have sailed to America to visit her and the rest of the family.

Blurb: Rash, brash and low on cash, Miss Charlotte Winchester sails across the Atlantic ready to partake of all London had to offer the favorite sister of Lord Thomas Winchester.
What a shock for our impulsive adventurer when she arrives at her brother's London townhouse to find he and his wife sailed for America weeks before.
Reclusive widower Lord Lucas Tanner wanted nothing more than to live in obscurity while continuing to mourn the loss of his wife and infant son. When his house burns to the ground, he accepts the invitation of his friend, Lord Thomas Winchester, to reside at his home while Thomas and Lady Katherine visit America. All goes well for him until Charlotte shows up.
Cultures and passions clash when these two unlikely roommates are forced to share a home. Will they draw a chalk line through the center of the parlor, or will their acrimony turn to matrimony?
Here's this week's snippet: 


“So this is how you always behave?” 

“No, it is not.” She was completely befuddled. She faulted the wine, though the rapid smacks to the backs of her thighs created quite a distraction as well. 

A strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to the warmth of Lord Tanner’s body. As if that were not intimate enough, he pinned her kicking limbs by clamping them between his legs. Entwined and trapped against his body, Charlotte was unable to resist his discipline. 

“You are a stubborn, willful, young woman and I shall not tolerate such behavior, particularly when it is directed at me.” Smack, smack, smack up her right cheek. Swat, swat, swat, down her left. 





Friday, March 20, 2015

#SatSpanks from Willful Miss Winchester

Happy Saturday! Happy Spring!

I have a new book coming out April 16. Willful Miss Winchester is the third book in my Lady Katherine's Comeuppance Series.

Blurb: Rash, brash and low on cash, Miss Charlotte Winchester sails across the Atlantic ready to partake of all London had to offer the favorite sister of Lord Thomas Winchester.
What a shock for our impulsive adventurer when she arrives at her brother's London townhouse to find he and his wife sailed for America weeks before.
Reclusive widower Lord Lucas Tanner wanted nothing more than to live in obscurity while continuing to mourn the loss of his wife and infant son. When his house burns to the ground, he accepts the invitation of his friend, Lord Thomas Winchester, to reside at his home while Thomas and Lady Katherine visit America. All goes well for him until Charlotte shows up.
Cultures and passions clash when these two unlikely roommates are forced to share a home. Will they draw a chalk line through the center of the parlor, or will their acrimony turn to matrimony?

“Maybe you need to spank some good manners into me.” 
 “That is the first sensible thing you have said since you arrived in this house.” The ominous tone and the dark look in his eyes filled her with warm anticipation. Anticipation of what, she had no specific notion, only that the womanly part of her had become acutely aware of his inherent masculinity. Her taunt had been intended to elicit a response, even if only to shock. 
It had its desired affect because within a moment of speaking, she was situated across his lap, the skirts of Lady Katherine’s gown tossed up over her head and her backside subjected to the stern ministrations of Lord Lucas Tanner. She was grateful to Beatrice for also pilfering a pair of Lady Katherine’s undergarments, though the sheer fabric did little to provide protection from the slap of Lord Tanner’s hand against her upturned rump, she could at least assure herself that she had been somewhat modestly covered. 
“Stop, this instant.” 



Spanking Stories Book Club Classics---Spanking Ms. Whitman by Kate Richards

I have decided to re-wind and re-visit some older Spanking Stories Book Club posts in order to remind you all of some good books that have been out for a little while and to generate some new discussion because maybe now more people have read the books.

Please jump in with your thoughts and enjoy this discussion from August, 2013.

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Happy Labor Day Weekend to everyone in the US. It seems fitting, and if I were clever I might have actually planned this, that we are discussing a Play At Work book in honor of a holiday to honor the economic and social contributions of workers.

Today's discussion is Spanking Ms. Whitman by Kate Richards. This book came out a few months ago, but I enjoyed it so much I wanted to give it a shout out here and maybe bring it to the attention of some folks who might have missed it when it came out.

Here's the blurb:
Mona Whitman is in for it. Her boss has promised severe punishment the very next time she arrives late for work and the hour she spent fantasizing about him has put her job in jeopardy. If only she could come up with an alternative to firing…a punishment they might both enjoy…

Randolph Marks, business tycoon by day, dungeon Dom by night, is in a quandary. His favorite employee is late for work again and he must go through with his threat of retribution. But how to go about it without crossing a line and violating good business practices? He couldn’t possibly get away with spanking Miss Whitman.
What I particularly liked about this book was that it was fun and sexy and loaded with squirmy anticipation.
Here are some questions:
1. Have you ever lusted after a boss? If so, what happened? (Without TMI, please).
2. Do you think that worker productivity might go up if more bosses used Mr. Marks' methods?
3. Why are sexy bosses so much fun?
4. Are spanking stories sometimes too serious?
Thanks for joining the conversation!

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Important Announcement About Spanking Stories Book Club

Two and a half years ago I had an idea which turned into Spanking Stories Book Club, a weekly feature on my blog where people stop by to talk about spanking books. I never imagined that it would become so popular and that there would be so many interesting discussions.

However, over the last few months I've noticed a decrease in the amount of comments. Now....according to the stats from Blogger, many people are stopping by, they just aren't commenting. That's fine. No shaming here. But, it's difficult to have a discussion all alone.

The number of spanking fiction writers and bloggers has exploded over the last couple of years. In addition to Spanking Stories Book Club, there are several other weekly features for bloggers: Saturday Spankings, Wicked Wanton Wednesdays, Tantalizing Tuesdays and many others. I know that I have cut back drastically on the number of blogs I visit regularly simply because it is so time consuming....I visit one blog, then another and next thing you know....two hours have gone by.

So....what does all of this have to do with Spanking Stories Book Club?

A few things.

I'm not going to be posting a new discussion every week. I am going to re-run discussions from the past as Spanking Stories Book Club Classics. I hope you'll stop by and join the conversations that took place previously. The books are still for sale, they're still good books and they are still worth your consideration and discussion.

I'll also post discussions of new books as guest posts from other authors or bloggers. If you have a book you'd like to feature (including your own) send me an email and let me know and I'll get it on the schedule.

I hope you'll keep stopping by on Fridays to join the discussion. It's always interesting.