Welcome to the Is it Summer Yet Blog Hop!
Summer is all about kicking back, having a great time, good food, good fun and good friends. Some of my characters would like to offer suggestions on where they love spending their summertime!
These Two Men suggest the Caribbean, maybe the Bahamas. Drink your fill of sneak-up on you Bahama Breezes, eat delightful seafood and maybe share a little bit of romance on a private island. After all, as Rex and Paul point out, summer only comes once a year.
At the Wiccan Haus, a paranormal air adds that special touch to the one week vacation. I highly recommend the apple orchard cottages for a secluded ménage. The apples are magical!
Corbin’s Bend, the ome of the new hot series from Lazy Day, is not far from Denver and a great place to travel. It’s a little community where spanking is the lifestyle, the mountain air is fresh, hiking trails alongside sparkling steams are nearby, and For Ben, my contribution to the community will arrive on July 9.
Click here to link to all the other participants in this fun event! Leave me a note and let me know what your idea of a summer paradise is and I will randomly select three winners, each to receive a copy of one of these three books. Have a great summer!
We are wrapping up edits on my contribution to Corbin’s Bend, For Ben. So exciting! Here’s a little more about this story of a couple who never knew what they needed until it smacked them on the bottom…so to speak.
“Teri, stop. Just stop it.” He tried to drag her away from the counters where she couldn’t do any more damage, but she wriggled to get loose, limbs flailing like the work of an insane puppeteer. “Someone is going to get hurt.” A flying elbow hit him below the eye and his vision swam.
Holding her with one arm, he felt behind him and yanked a kitchen chair close enough to sit in it and threw her over his lap. “This is for your own good.” He lifted his hand and spanked hard across the center of her bottom. Once, twice, three times.
Instead of having the hoped for effect, she struggled harder, so he flipped her nightie over her back and pulled the sheer panties down to her knees. “We’re not stopping until you calm down.” One. Two. Three sharp slaps, his palm leaving prints on her white skin.
So…where is your favorite place to find a spanking couple in a story like this? The kitchen? The bedroom? Somewhere less discreet?
With the first release this week of Thianna D’s Finding Their Bliss, purchasable here the Corbin’s Bend series is off and running! We’re all very excited. Mine won’t be released for a bit, but here’s a little more of For Ben to whet your appetite:
She regained her strength and shrieked again and his gaze caught the vase of kitchen implements within reach on the countertop. Roy pulled out a long-handled wooden spoon. “If you do not settle down,” he said, holding it under her nose so she could see what he meant, “I will spank you with this until you do.” He didn’t want to think about what he might do if the threat—or the action—didn’t calm her.
She bit his leg, hard. Only his khakis kept her from drawing blood.
And he grabbed her hair and pulled. “No biting, sweetie. But there is a punishment for that.”
As she cursed again, he brought the spoon high and down across her thighs with a whap. Lifted it and did it again and again. Five times. Ten. Fifteen. “I am not stopping until you calm down.”
Be sure to visit the rest of the Saturday Spanking crew and see what everyone has to share with you.
A Different Class by Leigh Ellwood
a 1NS Story from Decadent Publishing
M/M Erotic Romance, 11000 words
From Leigh: I am thrilled to be part of the Decadent family! The idea for A Different Class came about after an invitation arrived for an upcoming high school reunion. I asked myself what might happen if somebody felt reluctant to attend because of bad experiences and memories, and how one night arranged by Madame Eve changes everything.
Right now I am halfway into the follow-up to this story, another hot M/M. I hope you’ll pick up A Different Class, and if you enjoy it drop me a line on Twitter at @LeighEllwood.
FDR High Class of 2004 graduate, Glenn Carson contacts fellow alumni to get a list of who will be attending the upcoming festivities. One call to a disgruntled former student leaves him shaken—apparently, not everyone is looking forward to the reunion. Hoping to ease his frustration, he contacts the 1Night Stand service for a relaxing and passionate encounter.
Known as “Mumbles” to former classmates, Rod Maloney would prefer to focus on the present and his successful business. However, past tragedies continue to haunt him, so he requests Madame Eve find him a man to show him a hot time and help him forget his troubles.
Will their one night together lead to a reunion after all?
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“Mr. Maloney? I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
“Who is calling?”
The voice—deep and rich, anything but a mumble—intimidated him. Maybe the guy had been a jock, a several-foot-wide football player who helped the school win the championship senior year. He hadn’t attended many games and had skipped homecoming. “Um….” Right, we’re planning a reunion here. “I’m representing the reunion committee of the Franklin D. Roosevelt High School Class of 2004. You can probably guess our big tenth is coming up—”
“You know what? I’m going to save you the sales pitch,” Mumbles Maloney said. “I don’t know who you are, and I don’t give a shit. It’s taken me a long time to get past all the crap I put up with in high school, and if you think I’m going to show up at some rented ballroom all smiles as though the hell you assholes you put me through never happened, forget it.”
What? The man’s anger surged through him and sped up his heartbeat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“F*** you, f*** FDR High, and f*** every last piece-of-shit homophobe in that backwater town. I hope you all get cancer.”
Beth burst back into the room, waving a thick tome with a scaly blue cover. “Found it,” she chirped.
“Never mind.” Glenn pushed away from his workspace. Mumbles Maloney’s palpable rage lingered in the quiet of the small office, invoking a sense of doom in an otherwise dull place. He doubted he’d forget the voice for a long while. The man had pent-up issues with his former schoolmates, no doubt, yet for all the vitriol burning through the airwaves and sizzling in the veins, Mumbles had sounded…well….
I am Leigh Ellwood. I write smutty stories about people who like getting naked and having sex. Some have more sex than others, some have sex with people of the same gender, some have sex with more than one person, and still others have sex with toys and things that require the use of batteries. My stories range from a few thousand words to well past 70k. My books are available at Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, Kobo, and ARe.
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He roared in frustration and used his free hand to grasp her wrists and hold them in place at the small of her back. “What is wrong with me is I have a wife who is either controlling, nagging, or, her latest trick, hysterical asphyxia.” He jerked her pants down to her knees, taking her panties with them. “And I need one who can keep it together.” His gaze caught her hairbrush on the nightstand and he grabbed it.
“Why don’t you bail then? Leave me and go find the right woman.” She wriggled and squirmed, but he lifted the wood backed brush and brought its smooth surface down across both cheeks. She’d always had one of these brushes, he’d used it on her butt in college, but that had been for fun and this was all too serious.
“Not a chance, baby. We’re in this together.” He slapped her right cheek then her left. “And there’re no quitters in this operation.”
So…spanking implements. My next spanking story after this one will involve a hardware store. I’m open to suggestions for handy items one might find among the shelves…please leave a comment and I will thank the best author of my favorite suggestion in Two Men and a Paddle and send them a copy of any book from my backlist, winner’s choice! Be sure to stop by The Saturday Spankings Blog to get the links to all the other participants in this weeks Saturday Spankings. It’s naughty not to!