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Spank or Treat 2014 – Happy Halloween Missy Sue…one year later!

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Spank or Treat 2014 is finally here! Visit Governing Ana for the prize list, sign-up sheet, and full instructions. You can win from a prize pool valued at over $1,000, including a Kindle Fire or Nook HD donated by Blushing Books!

Many authors will also offer a contest on their individual blogs.  Your comment on their blogs enters you in both contests!

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1.Visit each blog between Friday, October 24th and Sunday, October 26th to read the stories.


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4.Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on Sunday, October 26th!


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And without any further ado…here’s the story! An extended version with lots more Halloween-ish fun will be available in the Spank or Treats anthology coming November 1.

This year we are revisiting Missy Sue who you may remember last year had a sort of furry experience when boyfriend  Kevin spanked her while still in the teddy bear costume he wore for Halloween. The pair has been very busy in the past 12 months. They’re married and have been exploring all kinds of  fun kink in their relationship. Like…this Halloween when Kevin has invited over a new friend, Regine, to play. Unfortunately, Missy Sue has made an oops…


Kevin led the way downstairs to his playroom, and Missy in her shimmery scarves and Regine the witch followed. He looked amazing in his black jeans and fitted tee. He made a perfect male witch, but her harem girl costume, the only thing left in her size on Halloween afternoon was not what they’d planned for. Instead, her husband had accidentally coordinated with the woman he’d invited over for an evening with them. Their first time playing with another person. Their first Halloween as husband and wife and she’d let him down. Her heart sank but she knew he wouldn’t punish her for not matching his costume,  and Regine  with her silvery blonde hair and luscious curves probably did the short tight corseted dress more justice anyway. As uncomfortable as that thought was.

She’d be spanked because e she’d promised to do something and not only didn’t take the time to get the costume, but hadn’t been honest enough to tell him what happened. He valued honesty more than almost anything else and well she knew that.  Missy shivered in anticipation. The humiliation of being spanked in front of someone she barely knew seemed unbearable, but she straightened her shoulders and marched straight for the spanking bench, determined to take her medicine with as much grace as possible.

In moments she’d disrobed and placed her knees on the ledge at the end of the table,  Regine, still in the fabulous witch costume,  twined some of her harem girl scarves around her wrists and looped them through the eye bolts, stretching her arms before her…immobilizing her and becoming part of the scene.

Missy had been planning seduction of her beloved fireman husband, but she’d failed to follow through on picking up her plans and now Kevin would follow through on punishment. The result of her failure to keep her word was a bare bottom exposed to not just her husband but a virtual stranger. The cool leather of the spanking bench against her abdomen only emphasized her vulnerability. Even a pair of panties would have been preferable; a thong would have lent the illusion of something protecting her. Tears swam in her eyes, blurring her vision.

A hand, smooth and smaller, stroked the curve of her butt cheek. “She’s so lovely, Kevin.” Fingernails scraped along her skin and sent shivers up to her shoulders. Missy squirmed, unable to hold still until a sharp smack from Kevin brought her down.

“Thank you, my dear. Now, while my wife didn’t lie to me, she did…leave me hanging so to speak. We had planned on matching costumes, but as you can see, that didn’t happen.”

“I’m still sorry about that.” Regine accompanied her apology with a swat to Missy’s other cheek, and her nipples hardened further. “If I’d known it was Missy’s costume…well, I need to apologize.”

“You needn’t, and, in fact,” Kevin gave Missy Sue a harder spank, “Missy and I hate that you feel badly. It’s not how we want our guests to feel. Right, dear?”

She nodded, unsure if she was allowed to speak.

He moved to stand in front of her and stroked her hair back from her face. “I think we need to do something to make Regine feel better, don’t you agree?”

Missy nodded again, and he patted her head in a friendly way.

“So there you go.” He stepped out of sight and though she lifted her head as much as she could she couldn’t see what he was up to. “Regine, although a punishment spanking isn’t strictly called for, there have been embarrassment and hurt feelings and therefore, I would like you to take this and apply a little correction to my wife’s behind. That is, if you would like to?”

“If you’re sure…I wouldn’t want to step on toes?”

He chuckled. “We don’t normally do anything with toes, but we can make an exception. For now….” Missy strained to see what they were up to, and a sharp smack on her buttocks quelled her. “I think I need to take care of something.”

He reappeared at her side and held up one of her veils.

“I think we need to keep you from getting a stiff neck, so I’m going to blindfold you.” He tied the silk over her eyes and while it didn’t completely shut out the light, it did keep her from seeing anything distinct. She let her head fall to the leather with a whimper. “I’m enjoying your costume after all, my dear. Shall I apply another as a gag?”

She parted her lips to reply, and he slipped the soft material between them.

“For now, anyway.” He stroked her cheek. “We may want that mouth free in a bit….”

Missy Sue struggled to make the gag more comfortable in her mouth but he tied it quite tight behind her head and she gave up, her tongue suppressed, lips stretched in an awkward grimace. As long as she could breathe, she could endure. A moment later, she felt her upper thighs parted and fastened, probably with more of those scarves that had seemed like such a good idea when she’d donned them.

She lay there, bound to the table, naked, blindfolded and gagged, unsure what would happen to her, but not afraid, exactly. Nervous, yes

Trembling with arousal, absolutely.”

A hand, soft, cool…Regine’s, rubbed circles on her cheeks and fingertips dipped into her crease and traced her outer lips. “Oh, Kevin, you were right, she’s so wet.” A finger circled her clit and she squirmed, held fast but desperate for more. “Not yet, Missy.” The touch withdrew. “First we have some spanking to take care of.”

“Missy will raise one finger for caution, two for stop…since she cannot use her usual safewords gagged.” He spoke much for her as to inform Regine, she was sure, and she was grateful for the reminder. The doubling up was overwhelming.

She groaned, wanting to beg for more for someone to touch her, for Kevin’s cock or someone, anyone’s mouth, hands touch…to come.

Then the first real smack slapped on her rear. Regine’s palm didn’t cover her whole bottom like her husband’s larger one, but it packed a wallop and she moaned and jerked. One, two, three…faster, harder they came, with no rhythm, so different from what she was used to when it was just the two of them, then nothing…it stopped.

And she breathed, deep slow breaths waiting. It couldn’t be done. Kevin would have gone on much longer, her bottom would be barely pink. But perhaps…

Footsteps moving away and back and another long moment of silence then the slither of cool leather down her back, the trail of the flogger before it began its work. She tensed and the first blow came.

Smack. Crossways on her buttocks, again, the same spot and the third, heat, burning in its path. Still Regine, although nobody was talking and the silence between strikes was endless. But she’d been flogged often enough by Kevin to recognize a different touch. Ten, eleven, twelve, now on her thighs, where he rarely went…more painful, searing, she could imagine the welts rising, but she only groaned, not ready to ask them to stop. And then it did stop…for another moment or year or eternity, silence except for her own breathing, heart thudding, and Regine’s deeper breaths of exertion.

A low hum and thick, rough fingers, her husband’s, drew the small vibrator, the egg, along her swollen tissues, pausing. “Don’t come, not yet,” he intoned and she tried to focus on the pain of her marked buttocks, her stinging thighs, anything but the buzzing pressed to her clit, pushing her higher and closer. Her hands fisted, nails digging into her palms, and she sucked air, trying so hard to obey, almost failing when he took the egg off her clit and slipped it inside her to torment her from there. Her whole body vibrated with it and her mind concentrated on not coming…not yet.

“Not yet.”

Crack. Horror drew some of her focus. But the sound was not to be denied. Oh God, not the whip. Kevin almost never used it, not comfortable with its heft, fearing marking her.

“I didn’t tell you, my dear.” His voice came right next to her ear. “Regine is an expert with the bullwhip. She even won an award once for her skill.” On people or cattle? She would have asked if she weren’t gagged.

The whistle of braided leather through the air preceded the tip landing between her shoulder blades with a pain so precise, so intense, she screamed into the gag. Then again and again and she lost her breath, screaming herself blind with the bee-sting agony. Still, she didn’t stop it, beyond understanding the difference between pain and pleasure, the buzzing inside with the bee-sting outside, one on top of another and she whined behind the gag, whimpering and moaning and making every noise she could until Kevin said, “Just a little longer.”

Regine said, “I think that’s enough.”

And Kevin murmured something in return, so softly she couldn’t make it out—the roaring in her ears made anything else hard to discern. Missy teetered on the edge of orgasm. The spanking, the flogging, the whipping was over but nobody had come.

And she desperately needed to come.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted, although the gag made the content of her comments impossible for anyone else to discern.

Communication had become her focus—she had to find a way to convince Kevin to let her come, preferable with his thick cock inside her or maybe…oh, yes…Regine licking her.

Just as she began to worry they had forgotten her, footsteps returned and the table wobbled slightly. “Baby, you’re wonderful,” Kevin said, stroking her hair. Had he climbed up in front of her

Now, and he orgasm plunged her over a cliff into shivering, shuddering darkness.

She woke as Kevin lifted her off the table and into his arms, unbound and unblindfolded and ungagged.

“You were wonderful, baby.

She snuggled against him, eyes half closed, secure and relaxed as she always was after a scene. Then she remembered…


He chuckled. “She went to make sandwiches. She was afraid you might need sustenance after everything.”

Missy Sue sighed. “I knew I liked that girl.”

“She is also hoping after she feeds you that you might want to try something else…if you’re up to it.”

Missy Sue’s eyes snapped wide. “Absolutely.”

He carried her up the stairs, as if she weighed nothing. “Don’t you even want to know what we have in mind?”

She shook her head. “I have faith in you. And I trust you.”

“I’ve got your back, Missy, and your front. I’ve got all of you.”

“And you pick the best playmates for us.” The party next door? Those people could do anything they liked but they really needed to learn the difference between quality and quantity. “Happy Halloween, Kevin, and thank you for my surprise.”

“Happy Halloween, Missy Sue.”

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I will pick one random commenter on this blog for a copy of my Halloween story, Demons Love Cinnamon in addition to the other prizes!
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Halloween night…the veils thin and anything is possible. For a witch named Gwenny, this means the biggest ritual of her life and a demon named Alessandro who may is both the biggest temptation and danger of her young life. He may warm her bed, but will he haul her back to Hell?

Her powers and the demon’s desire to stay with her will be tested, but will love and desire be enough to beat the devil at his own game?

Oh and before I let you go. Starting Saturday Oct 25th I will have a freebie for a few days…but under another pen name! I will share then but I wonder if anyone knows the other name I occasionally write my Succubus Shorts under? I guess I’ve really kept Sullivan Hart under wraps! Co-Workers with Benefits is free between for a very short time! Take a peek…it’s one of my most scandalous covers.

Warrior! by Cara Bristol

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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 –
She stared at the bloodied body. “Is Grogan dead?”
Urazi knelt and checked for a pulse against the alpha’s neck. “Yes.” He peered up at her. “Who is he to you? Has he used you?”
“Monto, no!” she gasped, not considering the alpha’s intentions pertinent. “Grogan is the leader of the Guerilla Resistance against Qalin and Artom, which I have joined,” she explained. Urazi’s eyes narrowed, and she added, “Grogan was training me and other breeders to fight.” Breeders could approach a sentry without arousing his suspicion then immobilize him, allowing male guerillas to storm the post and secure it. She thrust back her shoulders with defiant pride. She, a female, was capable of supporting the war effort in a productive way.
Urazi rose to his feet to examine the paper target. “You are an excellent sharpshooter, but winning a battle requires more than skill with a crossbow. You would not fare well in hand-to-hand combat.”
Anika shrugged. “If I have a crossbow, I will not need to engage in hand-to-hand combat.”
“Did it help you today?” Urazi strode to Grogan’s body, and yanked up his bloodied uniform shirt. Attached to the alpha’s nipple was an insignia ring. Urazi unclipped it and carried it over to her.
Anika stared. A single star. Province one. Qalin.
“You have joined with the enemy to strike against your own people? You would betray your Alpha? Your sibling?”
Qalin’s insignia lay in Urazi’s palm, damning, but untrue. So untrue. “No! How could you say that? The Resistance plans to strike against Qalin. Against Artom.”
Urazi tucked the star into his uniform pouch.
“But maybe Grogan is an infiltrator acting alone,” she argued, fighting against the insidious memories; the ease with which she’d been accepted into the camp when her comrades learned of her familiarity with both Marlix’s and Dak’s provinces; Grogan’s constant but subtle questions about locations. He’d asked if she’d ever encountered Marlix himself. At the time, she’d feigned ignorance of the latter, fearing they would send her back to him.
Anika clutched her throat. What if Urazi’s accusation was correct?
“If he were an ordinary alpha or beta, I might concede it possible. But he is—by your account—the leader. I do not believe in coincidence. I have been observing the camp. Neither Marlix nor Dak would have sent females into combat.
“The Resistance you are so proud to be a part of is using you as expendable cannon fodder.”

Author Links:

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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.

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Starlight Cowboy…because not all fairy tales happen on earth

 Starlight Cowboy
By Stephanie Beck
From the storybook of the stars.
A groundbreaking mission to the moons of Jupiter should have been Annalina’s big ticket for advancement, but instead of captaining her own ship, she’s second fiddle to Shields Albright.

Playboy, adventurer, immature.
Shields has been called it all, but really, he just wants to fly and hasn’t spent a lot of time on his social skills. Mutual attraction grows as the walls of the space ship close in, and they come to an arrangement that satisfies them both, while allowing them professional distance. The distance doesn’t last, not as they grow to understand themselves…and each other as someone who just fits.

Not all is as it should be among the stars.
Their ship is attacked, and the moons of Jupiter are not exactly untouched when they finally arrive. The little world they’ve built high above terra firma is about to smack down in the middle of a dangerous, maybe even deadly, reality. If Shields didn’t attract trouble like fireflies on a bug zapper, the two might have an actual shot at true love.

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Sneak Peek:
Shields strode from the room, his gear already packed and waiting in the briefing room. He hadn’t settled into the base. Knowing he’d be flying soon, there hadn’t been much to unpack. In the small briefing area, the rest of the crews waited in full uniform. Annalina sat in the corner, isolated and flipping through a magazine. Anderson, the tiny boned, frail looking dick sat between the two other woman who would go on the missions—one older and one painfully young. One other man, much older and with chemist experience rounded the group.
Shields took the open seat next to Annalina. “Hey, Captain. How are you? Massage go all right? I was thinking of scheduling one.”
She didn’t glance away from her magazine. “You should. They’re wonderful, and Missy is a pro—who books out six month in advance.”
He leaned closer, loving her tough-nut exterior. “Well, damn. Maybe you could give me the lay version. You look like a woman who knows what to do with hot oil, candles, and sheets.”
“If you mean I look like I know how to cover a man in oil, set him on fire, and use a sheet to dispose of the body—you’re right.” She set down her magazine, but he didn’t miss the smirk on her face. “How’d it go in there?”
“How it always goes. I told them who I wanted to work with; they told me they’d put me with whoever the hell they want, and then I left. I’m heading to ship.”
“You got assigned a ship?” She sat straighter. “So you’re going to captain a ship.”
“Makes sense, doesn’t it? I’ve done these long stretches before, and everyone else in here,” he motioned to the rest of the room, not caring who listened, “has limited experience. I’ve been there before, too. So that helped. I’m guessing Aaron and maybe you will get a plane.”
“Really?” Her eyes lit up then cooled to disinterest. She was a smart one. If she didn’t get her own plane this time, she would after this adventure.
“Yep. Amy is too young, and Anderson is too much of a dick.”
“Hey,” Anderson protested. “That’s uncalled for.”
Shields winked at Annalina and stood up. “Whatever. I’m outa here. I’ll be on Ship Three. Good luck.”

Find out more about Starlight Cowboy and Stephanie Beck.


Saturday Spankings and an invitation…

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Welcome to another edition of Saturday Spankings. Today I’m sharing a few lines from Educating Marguerite, part of the School’s in Session set along with Renee Rose, Maggie Carpenter, Dinah McLeod and Celeste Jones. school's in session And we are having a party! Today! from 4-7 Pacific time!

Grabbing for the paddle, he took up where his hand left off, the wood thudding on her rounded flesh, no longer just pink but dark rose in the centers where he focused his efforts, still pale at the edges and he turned his attention to extending the rosiness and worked his way down the backs of her thighs and up again to her buttocks. He might not be able to force her to respect him, he hoped she wouldn’t fear him…but darned if she wouldn’t know that her actions had reactions. Punishment at his hand.
Throw something, get a licking
Shriek at him, behave in childish ways and she’d find herself in the corner, after the licking. He might send her out to get a switch, a pleasurable idea. He redoubled his efforts, desperate to get past the battle and on to a real marriage. He needed it, wanted it, and since they’d wed, she was the only one who could give it to him.
Harder, harder, and the wood split in half, the end flying off to crash to the floor. Vaguely he heard her muffled wails and pleas, but he was beyond stopping. He spanked for their future
.Educating Marguerite

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Her Sexy Skunk…the cover…revealed!

hersexyskunk How do you tell a girl who wants to find a monster that you turn into a skunk?

Her Sexy Skunk
5 Flames
Coming September 25, 2014
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Christine Jarrods wants to be a writer of paranormal young adult fiction so she’s pursuing a degree in English. By day, she tackles Chaucer. By night, she stalks the streets looking for something magical to inspire her muse. Finding a thread that suggests one of her profs might be some flavor of shifter, she decides to dig…even though she’s been warned to let it go.

Oliver Standish has a secret. Like a lot of guys his age, he’s scraping by, delivering pizzas, trying to pay off loans from a failed attempt at school, and crushing on Chrissy—the one that got away in high school. Only his family knows he’s also trying to deal with being a shifter…he sure can’t tell Chrissy. With her fascination with magic, he knows she’d want to know more about it—but how do you tell a girl who wants to find a monster that you change into a skunk?
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About the Author
Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, “Write what you know.” Small town girl writing small town romance, her characters are as full of flaws, misunderstandings, and flat out mistakes as Virginia herself. When she’s is not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects. Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.
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Sierra Seduction…the game!…and a Free read!

I admit it…I think camping love is the sexiest there is. Give me a starry sky or a heavy golden moon hanging overhead…a campfire shooting sparks into the cool air and a couple of sleeping bags zipped together and I’m yours…well, my sweetie’s, anyway…to do with as he will. And I try to write most of my stories in places that I can imagine having a romantic time in, like the mountains or a secluded island. Sierra Seduction is free this weekend, here
And it actually is hereSierra Mountains Bishop Area
This picture was taken for me where the story takes place so that I could use it for the cover!

I am interested in the locations you, the reader and my fellow authors find most romantic. I will take all the names from comments this weekend, shake them up in a big straw hat and draw one and I will write a short that takes place in that commenter’s dream location…and send her (or him, I am not prejudiced) a $25.00 Amazon gift card!

Ready, set, show me the romance!
And don’t forget to pick up your copy of Sierra Seduction, free…but only through Sunday!

Laying Down the Law by Celeste Jones

Last spring I was invited to participate in the School’s in Session Box Set with several authors I admire greatly…so I was thrilled! But I am only now finding time to read and enjoy my co-author’s contributions. Laying Down the Law captured my imagination immediately. The chemistry between the hero and heroine is immediate, a spark to a flame, and it has a fun and engrossing plot that had me carrying my kindle around the house, not wanting to put it down. I think oyou’ll agree that Ali and Griff are a formidable pairing.Laying Down the Law

Blurb: Newly divorced and returning to law school after a twenty year absence, Ali Stewart has just one class to complete before sitting for the bar exam, becoming a lawyer and moving on with her life. She feels out of place with her much younger classmates, but she’s determined to succeed and put her ex-husband far in the past.

When she is paired with Griff for the semester, she learns that he even though he is much younger, there is much he can teach her, in and out of the classroom.

Laying Down The Law is an erotic romance which includes spanking, anal sex and graphic sex.

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Griff knelt between her legs rubbing his thumbs up and down the insides of her thighs. Quivers racked her body and her legs bounced gently against the mattress. Unrelenting, he stroked higher and touched the edge of her panties, then moved back to her thigh. The next time he teased about an inch inside her lingerie and then back. The third time he came close she clamped her legs around his hand. “Please don’t stop,” she begged, reaching for the waistband of her panties and tugging them downward.

“Oh no, Missy. That’s my job.” He gave a tug to her panties and they tore away easily. “I’m in charge here. Your job is to enjoy.”

“And if I don’t?” She wiggled her hips against him and wondered at her own sauciness.

He tweaked her clit. “I will have to find you in contempt.”

The nerve endings in her pussy were on heightened alert, but the added pressure on her clit sent everything into sensation overdrive.

“Oh…oh,” she said, then covered her mouth.

Griff pulled her hand away, kissed her lips then probed her mouth with his tongue. He pulled back and looked directly into her eyes. “There will be no stifling yourself. Do I make myself clear?”

His finger found the nub of her clit again and pinched it until she rolled her head from side to side panting, “Yes, oh god yes”.

“That’s my girl.” His warm breath in her ear sent more shivers through her body. Was there any nerve ending left that wasn’t on the verge of combustion?

His lips moved down the length of her body pleasuring first one taut nipple and then the other before moving slowly to lay a trail of kisses from her navel to the edge of the curls of her mound. All the while his fingers continued to explore the depths of her pussy. With an expertise born of vast experience, he slipped his hand behind her and unhooked her bra while still using the other hand to churn the juices of her sex.

Where her bra went she neither knew nor cared. His mouth covered one aching tit and she arched her body closer to his pleasuring mouth.
Laying down the law is available at or you can treat yourself to the entire box set, School’s in Session and save 50%!

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