Nine Fabulous Spanking Books will all be on sale for 99 cents each November 29, 30, and December 1. Don’t miss this great opportunity to get some good spanks at a bargain price.
A story about Aubrey, a young woman filled with hurt, and William, a man who can’t walk away. They’re navigating through a relationship that may have too many hurdles… or perhaps not, as long as she can hold his hand.
Aubrey has been hurt in the past, discouraged and degraded by a heartless father. Still, William sees something in her that won’t allow him to walk away. Instantly drawn to her but intuitive enough to take it slowly, he courts her. Then he bargains, persuades and seduces until Aubrey becomes ensnared by his commanding nature. Despite the fight she puts up in accepting William’s lifestyle, the bonds he places on Aubrey give her a freedom she desperately needs. And together, they heal old wounds and find their perfect love.
William knows exactly what he wants. He saw what his parents had and he plans to have that kind of love for himself. He just has to convince Aubrey she’s perfect for him. He attempts to take it slowly, cautious of her weariness and his own preoccupations. Then he bargains, persuades and seduces until Aubrey agrees to be his. That’s where the rest of his life begins…
… even while another part of his life begins to crumble. He finds the foundation of his own family rocked. With William’s future not in his control anymore, he needs Aubrey as much as she needs him. There’s solace in knowing you don’t have to go through life’s heartache alone. This is the second book in the Heart And Soul series, a contemporary BDSM-lite Romance Series that contains explicit sex scenes, including consensual adult spanking.
Michael and Jenna’s Christian Domestic Discipline Marriage features all the stories in the Christian Domestic Discipline Marriage series:
Jenna’s Punishment Spanking (Christian Domestic Discipline Marriage #1) – During a disagreement, Jenna storms out of the house without telling her husband where she’s going. Michael is worried sick over his wife’s whereabouts, and he’s determined to put a stop to her irresponsible behavior. He’s a Christian man who believes it’s his right to discipline his wife, and when Jenna returns they have a reckoning – with Jenna bent over the bed, her bottom bared, and Michael giving her a taste of his thick leather belt. Will Michael’s decision to spank bring peace to their marriage?
Jenna’s Reminder Spanking (Christian Domestic Discipline Marriage #2) – Until now, Michael has only given Jenna punishment spankings. He’s going out of town for the weekend though, and he wants to make sure his wife is on her best behavior. She’s resistant to the idea of a ‘reminder spanking’ and tries to talk her way out of it. Michael remains firm and takes her over his lap despite her protests. Will Jenna continue to resist him? And how will she react when he spreads her bottom cheeks and punishes her in a new, intimate way?
Jenna’s Hairbrush Spanking (Christian Domestic Discipline Marriage #3) – When Michael tells Jenna he’s going to spank her on her birthday, she panics. Until now, he’s only given her punishment and reminder spankings, and those hurt. So she lies. She tells her husband she’s not feeling well in hopes of escaping her birthday spanking. This turns out to be a big mistake. He unbuttons the drop seat of her footie pajamas and takes her temperature . . . the old-fashioned way! Then he announces she’s getting a hard, over the knee, bare bottom spanking with a hairbrush. Will this disobedient wife learn her lesson?
Jenna’s Bathtime Spanking (Christian Domestic Discipline Marriage #4) – Michael forbids Jenna from dining at one of her favorite restaurants due to a string of muggings in the area. She promises to obey, but one night her friends talk her into having dinner there. She thinks she’s gotten away with it, but the restaurant calls to say she left her bank card on the table, and her husband intercepts the phone call. Michael confronts Jenna while she’s taking a bath and decides to punish her on the spot. Will Jenna be able to hold still and accept her punishment, even when he applies the bath brush to her wet, soapy bottom?
Kelly fled her hometown years ago after her father died, but now she’s back and living with her father’s best friend, a man she’s always called Uncle David. He’s kind enough to give her a place to stay and a job, but she soon finds out he has plans for her – plans that include spankings when she’s naughty, and not allowing her to wear the grownup clothes she’d worn while living in the city. He explains that his feelings for her have changed and he wants her to be his little girl. Kelly loves this new attention from Uncle David, and she agrees to his terms – terms he promises to enforce with a bare bottom spanking each and every time she misbehaves. But Kelly is used to her plans going awry, and she worries constantly that Uncle David will grow tired of her. Can Uncle David convince her that when he says forever, he means forever?
Note: Little and Loved is an age play erotic romance with spanking and other adult content.
Spanking the Naughty Bride features all the short stories in the Naughty Bride series:
Wedding Night Spanking (Naughty Bride #1) – Rick has always told Sara she would be a spanked wife once they got married. She never expected he would actually spank her for disobedience, but she soon finds out he’s a man of his word. On their wedding night, no less!
Honeymoon Spanking (Naughty Bride #2) – Rick and Sara are a week into their honeymoon. She’s still a little shocked (and sore!) from the spanking he gave her on their wedding night. She’s vowed to love, honor, and obey, but…um…that last one is giving her some trouble. It isn’t long before she’s back over her husband’s knee. Rick is determined to start their marriage off right, even if it means using a wooden spoon on his wife’s naughty bottom.
Newlywed Spanking (Naughty Bride #3) – Rick takes his job as head of household seriously. When his new bride, Sara, is in need of correction, he responds by giving her a good spanking. So when she disobeys him a week after they return from their honeymoon, he takes her over his knee for a hard, bare bottom spanking and anal punishment. Will Sara finally learn her lesson?
Anniversary Spanking (Naughty Bride #4) – Sara ends up in hot water with Rick while on a vacation in celebration of their one year anniversary. Not only does she fail to pack her oak hairbrush – on purpose! – but she lies about it too. And that’s not all she’s in trouble for. Rick metes out a punishment more severe than any he’s given her before, complete with figging and another taste of that dreaded wooden spoon.
Note: This book contains the spanking of adult women, figging, and other erotic content.
Daisy is very successful at work. At home, however, she has trouble remembering to follow the rules.
Reece loves his wife and wants to guide her to better behavior and takes his duties as Head of Household seriously. When spanking doesn’t get the point across, he declares a day of Underwear Probation for Daisy.
Daisy learns that getting through the day without underwear isn’t nearly as hard as learning to trust her husband and his leadership as the Head of Household.
All alone on her fortieth birthday, Mimi jams a candle into a frozen cupcake and wishes for a sexy night with a man who knows how to take her in hand and give her the birthday spanking she always dreamed of. She finds herself whisked away to the home of the super sexy and attentive Paolo who makes all her dreams, and a few she hadn’t thought of, come true.
Author’s Note: This story contains spankings between an adult man and woman. as well as sexual content.
The novella is approximately 14,000 words/45 pages Note: This book was previously published under the titles The Birthday Wish and Wishing For A Spanking.
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 employeeis 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.
Esme Stone’s marriage is on the rocks. Her husband, Rick, has Peter Pan Syndrome to the extreme, partying till all hours and spending every dime he makes. She cooks, cleans, earns the money for their expenses, and takes responsibility for paying the bills. In short, everything. How can she start a family when her husband is a big kid himself? Heart breaking, she considers divorce.
One step from walking out, she meets a woman online, then others, who swear a Domestic Discipline agreement saved their marriages. That putting their husbands in charge helped them grow up. In hopeful desperation, Esme approaches Rick with an ultimatum.
Take charge or take a hike.
They jump in with both feet and then come up against a wall. Rick needs help with the discipline elements he must employ. Spank Esme?
Countdown to Clone
In less than twenty-four hours I will be releasing my story, Clone, the Book of Eva. This work has been in progress for over five years. And I promise it is different from anything else I have written. For Clone isn’t a romance—it’s a love story, with a twist.
So, please join me Thanksgiving Day, November 28th 2013 as I launch the first book in the series.
When a world leader’s daughter meets a clone, a doomed love affair begins.
In the year 2087, a great war erupts on the planet and a struggle to survive begins. One hundred-fifty years later, the continent of America is divided into two factions, Aeropia and The United Regions. There is a shortage of food and an abundance of illness, leaving most to live on the scraps of the wealthy who wallow in excess.
This is the world Olivia Braun inherits. Sick from birth, she wakes up from surgery with a new heart, only to discover she is the youngest president of Aeropia, an empire that has created and used clones to maintain their position of supremacy since the war. However, Olivia’s rise to power is no accident. Before her transplant, she conspired with a clone to free those enslaved, but the outcome is not what she expected.
Now, enemies hide among the population, and even friends can no longer be trusted. Olivia must make a choice that will decide the fate of an empire. Before her tale of corruption, forbidden love and war ends, the mighty will be brought to their knees.
By a clone.
Eva stared at the crowd forty floors below. Her toes hung over the ledge. She didn’t draw a breath or feel alarm in the tightening of her belly as most would when they faced death. The people clustered around the gates and paced along the street, appearing as nothing more than bugs she could squash under her heel. Tininess aside, the roar of fright reached her, rumbling through flesh and bone.
They’d gathered around the palace because of the riots. They wanted her sympathy, her reassurance things would continue as usual, that the towers they’d built for themselves would not collapse.
The Aeropite Commander of Joint Forces, General Michael Axis, stood near her on the deck, clutching the rail, as though he dared not get any closer than the ten feet that separated them. His knuckles were as white as his face, and for the first time since they’d met, he truly looked frightened. All he’d worked for threatened to die with her, and his soldiers, collared for the moment, were about to be released. He could do nothing about it.
The wind whipped loose tendrils of her coif, beating the strands against her face in an angry assault. The fine silk of her suit snapped around her like a banner in a hurricane. For the first time in her life, she knew her purpose, had no fears. Concede. Die. Fight. Live forever.
“Madam President, you need to come off the edge.” He trimmed his soft words with a threat no one else could hear. Sharp like a razor, cold like forged metal, Michael used his coercive blade as he always did, but this time, it had no effect. She’d stopped caring. “Ana.” Angrier, a little harder, more pronounced. He might as well scream, “heel, heel.”
Not today. He knew her name, and it wasn’t Ana. He’d put her here, given her this power. When his plan failed, and he realized he could no longer force her to do his bidding, Michael had stooped to begging. Pathetic as it was, she savored every moment. No, you heel. The smile came, tied to joy, something she’d waited a lifetime for. Oh, she planned to finish this, but not as he intended. “They’re free.”
“Don’t do this. Your country needs you. The people are frightened. I have no idea what to tell them. There have been murders, clones that have somehow broken free of their girdles.”
Eva twisted slightly, enough to make eye contact with Michael and catch the outline of several figures clustered inside the room. There they stood, his grand audience, inside the balcony doors, flash frozen puppets with no voice. Eva surmised they’d accompanied him to talk her down, yet they did nothing to help. If they discovered she wasn’t their leader, they’d certainly push her over.
The trigger he held, well, that was different. Designed to bend her to his will. Useless now. She didn’t care if he took her life. Her time had come, and he could not win this standoff.
“Not somehow,” she said. Hundreds of thousands were free of their bonds and tasting liberty for the first time. In a few minutes, the soldier clones would follow, their collars falling from their necks, their hands filled with weapons he’d put there. Michael was a general with no control of his army, and they were about to turn on him.
The people of Aeropia would suffer for the pain they’d heaped upon the clones. He would pay for what he’d done, and when the sun set and his body lay broken in the street, no one would take pity on his corpse—or his human soul. If he had one. He could not escape his fate any more than she.
“I feel for you that you’ve lost your husband and friend. It’s a tragedy, but the people need you. Your daughter needs you. Come down.”
Her wrist monitor beeped as the last code locked into place and the satellite transmitted the order to the soldier clone’s collars, releasing every last one. Michael glanced at the blinking band. His face grew paler and he swallowed, as though he choked on his own bile.
“You, bitch.” Boom. Loud blasts sounded around the city, coming from every direction. “No,” he muttered. “You can’t do this to me.” His slid his thumb over a button on the device in his palm and pressed.
Eva gritted her teeth.
Jab, jab, jab. Michael poked the button over and over, before he lifted his chin and scowled. “How did you…?”
For several seconds she held his gaze, waiting for the pain in her head, the ending he’d promised if she didn’t do as told. Dante. “He didn’t lie.” The words were not for General Axis, but to herself as she came face-to-face with the truth. Dante had loved her. He’d freed her.
She’d killed him.
“Who didn’t lie? What are you talking about?” General Axis’s eyes popped wide and his mouth fell open. “You can’t do this. I…. What do I tell the citizens to reassure them of their safety?”
“Qu’ils mangent de la brioche.” Let them eat cake. At least one queen could really say it. And today, she was a queen. She spread her arms and greeted the open air, falling forward into the storm, and back to the arms of the man she loved.
As forty floors rushed by, a young woman in the same tower began her tale about the clone who freed the world. For the first time, she spoke of treason, lies, and a forbidden love born in a time of darkness.
While you wait to enter my world, take a peek at the other side of the planet—into the unknown. I will be posting a chapter online every week until the story is finished, and then it will be offered for free on Amazon, as part of the series.
Clone—The Lost Chapters
My name is Iia Danner. I once lived on the grand continent of Sententia, formerly Europe. I do not know what it looks like now, I can only tell you what it looked like at the time I recorded this message. There are stories throughout Earth’s history of lost colonies and civilizations, Atlantis, Roanoke, Easter Island, and it is my wish that will not be the case with Sententia—that someone will view this and we will not be forgotten, even though we did everything in our power to become invisible—moreover, we got what we deserved. Let this story serve as the headstone of those that worshiped a god of greed and convenience—a warning to those that come here in hopes of restoring what has been long buried.
This monument, if we’d had time to erect it, should have read to all that passed through. Do not dig up old bones or the devil that gnaws on them.
Sixty-five million years ago, there was a mass extinction of the dinosaurs on Earth. Though they weren’t affected by smog, pesticides or war, something triggered their demise and in a short time, only skeletons remained to tell the story. Great craters left behind in the Earth’s crust pointed towards the cause, but the scars of the planet, the bones of the dead, didn’t give scientists the complete story, only theories to argue about.
That’s all we would have left if we couldn’t get the hives up and running properly again. It had been a gamble to tinker with nature and until now, there hadn’t been a problem. It wasn’t like we had been playing God. We just took what he’d designed and made it better, and for fifty years, it worked.
Now, everyone had a theory as to why we had to result to artificial bees for their survival in the first place, but none proved to help with the problem. A rift developed and the otherwise peaceful continent became divided on what needed to be done to fix the situation. Regardless what caused the problem, all the arguing wouldn’t change what would happen if we didn’t repair the technology.
The algae covered lakes created oxygen to replace the areas of our planet decimated by war, combined with all the vegetation we’d planted to cover the burnout zones on our outskirts. The area once called Europe, now known as Sententia, had all the amenities of home sweet home, but mankind had been too greedy to think it through. We wanted, we took, and did whatever we needed to hold that ground and keep it for ourselves.
Before the great war, the scientists had built an engineering marvel to power our cities and make life easy and convenient. Great shields we’d added to become invisible, had an unknown benefit and prevented most of the missiles from impacting our cities and suburbs. For several years after the bombs dropped, Sententia was Utopia when the rest of the planet was a charred version of its former self. Knowing if we were discovered, we’d become a target, we chose to close ourselves off from any who might have survived the destruction.
We built great walls, sealed off our borders, shutdown outside communications, and for fifty years after the war, we lived in our little cocoon, oblivious to the world outside. Preferring to keep it that way.
At first the outsiders tried to contact us, but all attempts were ignored, our communications satellites were disabled and we went into a kind of black out, intentionally blocking them.
They, the outsiders, sent a few ships to sail across the oceans; we destroyed them before they reached our shores. Air travel was impossible without activating the long distance towers. So, they remained incapacitated. They were not welcome, and had dug their graves. We were happy to let them lie in them.
We did not have the resources to share, nor would we abide their intrusion. Our government decided they would have to make it on their own. After a few years, the attempts at communication from the other side of the planet ended. Perhaps they feared we no longer existed, or maybe they had simply died off. Whatever the reason, we never heard from them again.
But that did not matter. We had the perfect existance. A massive power net called the Finis, blanketed the continent, providing a safe and remote energy source. Our people wanted for nothing and if any survived outside their dome of existance, we didn’t care, as long as they stayed away and did not encroach on what was ours.
No fuels meant no emissions fouled our skies. Anywhere you went in the country, available power could be found, snatched out of the air and used without fear of running out. Vehicles traversed with it. Ships flew across the surface using it, and communications ran on it. Anything technological used it. It was the first thing that went back in before we rebuilt the cities on the outskirts of our kingdom and created the massive barricades to keep others out. We used it to power our equipment and build our perfect civilization. The net became as much a part of Sententia as the people.
It took but a few years for our dream life to turn into a nightmare.
Something about the grid confused the bees. At first, with our technology in its infancy, the bees survived. Little impacted them. But as we became more greedy for convenience, we increased the power we consumed and the amount of emissions we put out.
The bees began to dwindle, and with them our food supply. After the expense of time and money, man refused to abandon the lifestyle he’d become accustomed to and was determined not to let something as small as a insect stop him from enjoying all technology had to offer.
Soon, all we had were dead hives. The crops wouldn’t fruit and had to be hand pollinated, preventing the land from creating enough food to support a population of living creatures. Thus, mankind could not live in his new designer ecosystem. And for over fifty years, we struggled with a solution, unable to colonize our shiny new cities.
It took the genius of a nano-scientist to create a bee the infrastructure would accept. From there, the efficient ento-robites went to work, creating a Garden of Eden for mankind, and running on the never ending supply of power the net provided. After our lands once again became habitable, the population within our country exploded. Even so, the bees kept up, providing all we needed.
The robotic bees, called Teslan bees, or ento-robites, each had a computer for a brain, which responded to the hive’s commands. They could run for ten hours before they had to return to the hive to reboot their processors and receive new commands. Without doing that, they would do one of two things. They’d fly away to who knew where, failing to pollinate, operating off the never-ending supply of power, or they’d shut down their processors and drop useless, to the ground.
Twice the size of a bumble bee, something necessary to house the energy pack that would harness power from the net, the entos looked frightening to those that had never seen them before, but we’d been assured they were safe. They were without stingers, had over twenty-four legs to make them more efficient with their primary function, and looked more like a flying brush, than a bee.
They had the ability to collect data and learn from that data, like when, where and what plants or trees needed pollination. They did their jobs and then some–developing hybrids and heavy fruit-bearing varieties. The Teslan bees were even smart enough to know what plants should be cross-pollinated to get the best results.
Then a storm on the sun flared up, or so we thought, sending out electromagnetic pulses, resulting in the robites refusal to pollinate. Many shut down before they made it back to the hives to refresh their programming, others vanished. Every day, workers had to go out and collect the disabled bees and return them to their stations to reboot. Some we never located. The scientists couldn’t keep up with building new ones to replace the lost, and the numbers of Teslan bees were dwindling with the food supply.
In the last fifty years, nobody had seen anything like it, the population began to panic. Ships we’d sent off to the other side of the planet to seek help, never came back. We did not know what was on the dark side of our world, only what used to be there—and at one time we’d ignored them. So mass evacuation was not an option, and neither was re-supply. Our government informed us under no uncertain terms we were on their own.
Six months ago, the government of Sententia declared martial law. Rationing began, and a curfew went into effect, preventing people from going to the fields at night to steal food. All of this had been preplanned, in case of a natural disaster. Even with a contingency in place, the people became violent, breaking into government food storage and other colonist’s homes. Killing and taking what they wanted and more than they needed. People hoarded and fought over their treasures. Riots filled the streets.
Then the government sent out soldiers, cleaning up the uprisings and screwing down control. Things went back to normal, or almost normal. Everyone looked over their shoulder, wondering who would be arrested next. Those taken were never seen again. Rumors floated around about prisons and mass executions, but nobody really knew what happened to the troublemakers.