Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Corbin's Bend Season 2- A Perfect Partnership- Josiah's First Night on The Job

  Good Mornng WIP IT UPPER's!!!

 MY Corbin's Bend Book comes out in just over 2 weeks!!!! AND....

I've just signed on to write a book for Season 3!!! My season 3 book will feature Lannea's cousin and business partner Ginger, and her husband Beau, so I thought tonight I would share a fun scene from Josiah's first night on the job, when he gets to meet Ginger and Beau for the first time.... Let's just say it was an intweresting meeting for a Corbin's Bend newcomer like Josiah...



So,,,,, this scene happens shortly before the scene I shared last time.****

“Good Evening, Sir,” Josiah said stiffly. “I’m Officer Jefferson of the Boulder Police Department, Corbin’s Bend Division. I’m looking to speak to a Mrs. Ginger Davies. Is she available?”
The man furrowed his brow in concern and glanced over his shoulder. Josiah followed his gaze, instantly regretting doing so.  Behind the man, standing nose to wall in a corner of the living room, was a tall slender redhead, in full view of the door, with her very red bottom on display and her jeans around her ankles.
Josiah flushed and looked down at his shoes, shocked and embarrassed. The man didn’t seem fazed at all, nor, he noticed, did the woman whose bare backside was on display for a total stranger. Good Lord, he thought, what kind of crazy place have I moved to? Are these people for real? So far, he hadn’t encountered anything quite like this. He found himself wondering if these types of things would soon be common occurrences to him as well. He hoped not.
“Is this an emergency, Officer? Ginger is a little undisposed at the moment.”
Josiah shuffled his feet, uncomfortably. Was this guy for real? Generally a police officer doesn’t come to your door at eleven o clock at night unless it’s relatively important. “I need to speak to Mrs. Davies regarding a situation at her restaurant, I wouldn’t be here this late if it wasn’t time sensitive.”
The man nodded tersely. “Very Well, Give us just a moment please.” And then, he shut the door in Josiah’s face. Really? Now? Josiah shook his head. He had already seen everything there was to see, after all. These people were unbelievable. Maybe he wouldn’t be frequenting the sushi bar after all.
Josiah stood there, growing more and more annoyed for a few minutes. When the door opened the man was gone, and the woman from the corner was there. From the front, Josiah could tell she was pregnant, but not far, maybe three or four months along by his best guess. Josiah was relieved to see her face flushed with embarrassment, she hadn’t been as oblivious as she had seemed after all.
“I’m Ginger Davies, Officer. How can I help you?” She met his eyes, and he saw a hint of defiance there. She was daring him to treat her any differently because of what he had seen. He smiled at the fire in her green eyes. Perhaps all was not as it seemed.
“Mrs. Davies, I apologize for interrupting your evening, but there is a small situation at your place of business. It seems the door was left unlocked, and the storm has blown it open. I secured it as best I could, to keep any storm debris from getting in and making a mess of the place, but you really should go down there and lock up.”
Ginger regarded him with pursed lips and narrowed eyes. “I’m gonna kill Laney,” he heard her mutter under her breath.

****
 And, I have an updated blurb to share with you.


Josiah Jefferson left the polygamist community he grew up in to make a new home in Corbin's Bend. He wanted to find the one  woman he could love and spank for the rest of his life. When a summer storm blows beautiful Lannea Paulsen into his life, he sees it as fate and never looks back.
Lannea Paulsen, better known as Laney to everyone but the stubborn Josiah, has had two goals since she moved to Corbin's Bend last year. Save enough money to buy half of The Ginger Paddle, the sushi restaurant she runs with her cousin, and find a strong dominant man who is willing and ready to take her in hand in every way possible.
When Laney puts the business in jeopardy, Josiah comes to the rescue. One thing leads to another and they find themselves in a tumultuous platonic  DD relationship. Sparks fly  as they both refuse to admit the depth of their true feelings. Will they settle for less than they desire or will they chase after everything they have ever wanted?



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Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Rescued by The Spy- An Erotic Sci-Fi Romance by Patricia Green

I'm so excited to be hosting Patricia Green today, with one of her newest releases,Rescued By the Spy!
She'll be sharing a steamy excerpt, but first, let's get to know her with a quick question!

Are you a morning or night person?

I am very much a night person. I have to force myself to get up at 8:30 AM during weekdays. I would always rather go to bed around 1-1:30 AM, but because I keep regular working hours, I can't do that. On the weekends, I sleep until noon, happily. If it wasn't for coffee, during the week I'd never get anything done.

Hmmm, I can totally relate. I used to be a morning person, but not so much these days.


Bestselling author, Patricia Green, is a full-
time fiction writer specializing in erotic romance. She provides the reader with love stories that emphasize fun characters with quirky personalities. Patricia is the author of more than 20 published novels and novellas as well as an ever-growing collection of short stories.In her personal life, Patricia is married and the mother of twins. When she’s not being the angel of domestic harmony and a semi-crazed creator of fictional friends, she loves to read, crochet, knit and watch hockey and baseball.

You can reach Patricia Green in the following ways:

Email: pig (at) patriciagreenbooks (dot) com

Website/Blog: http://www.patriciagreenbooks.com

Facebook http://www.facebook.com/Patricia.Green.Romance

Twitter: @PatriciaIGreen

Google+: http://plus.google.com/+PatriciaGreen
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Patricia-Green/e/B002RCB0IK/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

Goodreads Author Page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4541511.Patricia_Green



Rescued By The Spy



Blurb:

A spy working for the Solarian Federation...

Michael O'Malley is undercover in a sting operation against Jerold Laricon, a man with Machiavellian social restructuring schemes and a desire for world domination.

Kidnapped and kept as a sex slave...

Could there be a worse time for Nina Stanley, O’Malley’s old flame, to show up in Ligeia as a kidnap victim? Sure, he wants to save her, but his job is to crush Laricon's slave trade and vicious rise to power.

The young and beautiful "spare"...Muddying the waters is Michael’s need to fit in and partake of the succulent fruits on Laricon’s human slave tree--including Alyssa, a willing sex slave he's forced to take as his own. Now he
as two women counting on him, and the fate of a world.

Nina's goal is to get out...

No matter what it takes. Nina is appalled by what she experiences in Ligeia at the hands of the evil Laricon, but what if the price of her freedom is Michael's life? Can she live with herself if that happens?

Excerpt:

Michael was thinking as fast as he could. He remembered the night he'd shared with Nina in explicit detail. So much explicit detail, in fact, that he felt himself growing hard. The night had been during the Martian Conflict, a quick and dirty meeting just before he'd been called away on a new assignment. They'd both known it would likely end after their brief encounter, but a feverish need to couple had been all that was important at the time.

"She's okay, sir," he said noncommittally.

Walker snorted. "What does O'Malley know, sir? He's too busy with administrative stuff to even notice the women."

Laricon looked at Michael oddly. "Nonsense. Come on, boy, and get a good close look. I'm asking your opinion."

Michael stood, closing his jacket over the lump in his pants. "Of course, sir." It was a near disaster.

"O'Malley?" the girl said. "Michael O'Malley?"

Laricon shot quizzical glances between Michael and Nina.

"Michael, get me out of here! Help me, please!" Nina implored, taking a step toward him.

Knowing Laricon was watching, Michael had no choice. "Yeah, I remember you, Nina." He cupped her chin and tried to tell her with his eyes that he was sorry, sorry for what he was about to do. "A nice lay, as I recall. Very good with her mouth, sir."

Nina gasped and slapped his face. Immediately, a guard manhandled her back. "You pig! You goddamned fucker! I don't know what this is about, but you're not the man I remember."

"No, bitch," Michael ground out, rubbing his cheek. "I'm not. I got smart, wised up. If you're smart, you'll learn that things here are different. And women obey, they don't order."

Roberto was watching with more interest than he'd shown all evening. Michael squirmed under his avid demeanor.

Laricon was smiling, his yellow, crooked teeth making the expression malevolent. "Well said, Michael, my boy. You know this young lady from where?"

"Back when I was in Command Security, sir. During the Martian Conflict. She was a reservist. Had the hots for me, and so I fucked her one night. Left the next morning. That was it."

"I see." Laricon nodded. He turned to Nina. "Are you still in Command Security, girl? Don't lie because I will find out, and the consequences will be...well, draconian."

"No," she answered succinctly. And when Laricon raised an eyebrow, she glared, but said, "No, sir."

"Very well. Turn around."

"Suck rocks...sir," she replied.


****
Hmmm, I wonder what will happen next?

Thanks for coming by Patricia, and congrats on your new release!


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Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Spanking Round Table~ The 12 Days of Kink-Mas

Merry Christmas Eve!

So this is my first time participating in a round table discussion- mostly because I never blog well under pressure, and I tend to put things off until the last minute.

I have literally been avoiding my laptop all month long, in favor, of shopping, baking and watching Christmas movies.

But- I LOVE Christmas Carols, and I love spanking- so when given a chance to combine the two, I knew I had to give it a shot. And, hubby said he would help me if I got stuck. But, of course I put this off to the last minute, and he is presently sawing logs on the couch next to me.

So, for my Christmas Carol, I have chosen to do the !2 days of Christmas. The original lyrics can be found here.

My version shall be titled- The 12 days of Kink-Mas

And to keep things interesting, this will be totally off-the-cuff as I have previously given this about two minutes of thought.


So.....Here we go, shall we?

The 12 Days of Kink-Mas

On the first day of Kink-mas my true love gave to me a plug made out of ginger root.

On the second day of Kink-mas my true love gave to me.. two nipple clamps and a plug made out of ginger root.

On the third day of  Kin-kmas my True Love gave to me....three wooden paddles, two nipple clamps and a plug made out of ginger root.

On the fourth day of Kinkmas my true love gave to me.... four swishing canes, three wooden paddles, two nipple clamps and a plug made out of ginger root.

On the fifth day of Kink-mas, my true love gave to me
Five Stinging Stripes, Four swishing canes, three wooden paddles, two nipple clamps, and a plug made out of ginger root!

On the sixth day of Kink-Mas , my true love gave to me, six belts a whipping, five stinging stripes, four swishing canes, three wooden paddles and a plug made out of ginger root!

On the seventh day of Kink-Mas, my true love gave to me, Seven swats a burning, six belts a whipping, five stinging stripes, four swishing canes, three wooden paddles, two nipple clamps and a plug made out of ginger root!

On the eighth day of Kink-mas my true love gave to me, eight handcuffs clinking, seven swats a burning, six belts a whipping,five stinging stripes, four swishing canes, three wooden paddles, two nipple clamps, and a plug made out of ginger root!

On the ninth day of Kink-mas my true love gave to me, nine hard spankings, eight handcuffs clinking, seven swats a burning, six belts a whipping, five stinging stripes, four swishing canes, three wooden paddles, two nipple clamps and a plug made out of ginger root!

On the tenth day of Kink-Mas my true love gave to me,  ten welts a rising, nine hard spankings, eight handcuffs clinking, seven swats a burning, six belts a whipping, five stinging stripes, four swishing canes, three wooden paddles, two nipple clamps and a plug made out of ginger root!

On the eleventh day of Kink-Mas my true love gave to me, eleven tears falling, ten welts a rising, nine hard spankings, eight handcuffs clinking, seven swats a burning, six belts a whipping, five stinging stripes, four swishing canes, three wooden paddles, two nipple clamps and a plug made out of ginger root!

On the twelfth day of Kink-mas, my true love gave to me, twelves kisses comforting, eleven tears falling, ten welts a rising, nine hard spankings, eight handcuffs clinking, seven swats a burning, six belts a whipping, five stinging stripes, four swishing canes, three wooden paddles, two nipple clamps and a plug made out of ginger root!

Merry Kinkmas! May all your kinky wishes come true! ;)






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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

#WIPITUPWEDNESDAY- Corbin's Bend Season 2- A Perfect Partnership- Josiah and Laney meet

HI WIP IT UPPERS!I'm so excited, my Corbin's Bend book comes out in less than a month, and I am working on a book for Season 3!

This blurb happens at a totally different point in the story, when Josiah and Laney first meet.

These two have a fun and crazy dynamic from the get-go, and although they both knew they would meet eventually thanks to their match-making friends, it didn't quite happen the way they expected. Let's have a peek:


Just as Ginger and Beau drove away up First Street, a cab pulled up to the curb from the opposite

direction. This struck Josiah as odd, as he knew there was no cab services in Corbin’s Bend. Deciding to

stick around, he got in his car and waited, watching to make sure that everything was okay.

He watched as a slightly tipsy redhead got out of the cab, bending down to pay the driver, before she

made her way up the sidewalk towards him. She did a double take when she saw him, and he could have

sworn he heard her whisper his name. Followed by a clearer, “You have got to be freaking kidding me! I

do not need this right now!” As she stomped passed him, ignoring his polite greeting, he could see that

she was a knock-out. Short red hair, high cheekbones, smoldering green eyes. He could also see that

those eyes were clearly wet and laden with unshed tears. She turned and headed up the steps to the

home he had just left, and his heart jumped in his chest. This was Laney? The one Julie couldn’t stop

talking about, and who Beau thought needed a good spanking more than anything?  She was gorgeous,

and for a moment he entertained very un-gentlemanlike thoughts about his being the one to give her

the spanking, that to hear tell, she so desperately seemed to need. Her ass, like the rest of her was

perfect, and he had a clear view of its round firmness through her very tight jeans as she ran up the

steps. He was tempted to stay where he was and enjoy the view for a few minutes before getting on his

way and back to work. But, she was clearly upset, and what kind of man or cop would he be, if he didn’t

make sure a pretty lady was safe and sound? She paused at the door, and stooped down to dig in her

oversize shoulder bag. “Crap! Crap! Crap!” he heard her exclaim, as she continued pawing through the

bag, growing more frantic.

“Excuse me, Ma’am, Miss?” Josiah saw his opening, and took it. “Is everything okay? I couldn’t help but

notice that you seem rather upset.” He crossed to the bottom of the steps in two long strides and

peered up at her.

“I’m fine!” she cried, refusing to look at him.

He raised his eyebrows, contemplating his next step. These rumors he had always heard about redheads

having the worst tempers, were undoubtedly true, if he counted tonight’s events as evidence. She was

the second redhead tonight to yell at him in the span of twenty minutes, regardless of the fact that he

was a perfect stranger and a cop to boot! And all he had done was offer his assistance! He chuckled to

himself. Truth be told, he wasn’t turned off by her apparent attitude. To the contrary. This woman

needed a spanking in the worst way, and somehow, someday, he vowed that he would be the one to

give it to her.

“Okay, then, if you’re fine, I’ll be on my way,” he said cheerfully, spinning on his heel, and turning in the

direction of his cop car.

“No-Wait!” He could hear her sigh in frustration over having to ask him for help.

“Yes?” He questioned, with a smirk over his shoulder at her, still heading towards his car.

“Hey! You asked if you could help! I said yes! Why are you getting in your car?” She ran down the steps

to catch up with him, just as he opened the driver’s side door and got in. “You’re really something- you

know that? You ask if I need help, and then, you get in your car and leave! Fine! Whatever! I don’t need

your help anyway! Just go-you-you big jerk!”

She attempted to slam his door shut, but Josiah grabbed her wrist, amused at her little rant. She was

seriously close to seeing the error of her ways.

“One- I asked if you needed help, and you declined my help. In fact, not only did you refuse me, but you

yelled at me, which might I add, is incredibly rude to do to anyone who offers you help, but especially to

someone you just met.”

“Let go of me!” Laney yelled, attempting to break away from his grasp. “It’s also incredibly rude to grab

onto people you just met! Let go, now you big oaf! Or- Or- I’ll call the cops!”

Josiah quirked his brow at her. “I am the cops,” he told her evenly. “Did you not notice my spiffy blue

uniform or this fancy white car with lights on top?” He couldn’t hide the amusement in his voice as

Laney stood there sputtering. She had no response for that one, so he continued. “Number two- I’m not

stupid. It’s obvious, even to a big jerk like me, that you left your keys somewhere. I’m guessing in your

car, which judging by the fact that you came home in a cab, and you’re a little bit tipsy, is at a bar

somewhere. Now, my shift is rather quiet tonight, so, I’m offering you a ride to get your keys. Now, get

in the car. Unless of course, you want to wait for your cousin to get home, from her restaurant which

someone apparently forgot to lock up properly tonight, causing the doors to blow open in the storm,

causing a cop to come knocking on their door at eleven o ‘clock at night, just in time to see your cousin

in the corner with a very red bottom. In case you can’t guess, she’s more than a little mad at you, and

she should be pulling in any moment. So, unless you’d really like to be here for that shit-storm, I suggest

you get in the car.”


Blurb:

Josiah Jefferson left the polygamist community he grew up in to make a new home in Corbin's Bend and to find the one woman he could love and spank for the rest of his life. He never expects to find her during his first week, but when a summer storm brings Lannea Paulsen, the town's beloved sushi chef into his life, he sees it as fate and never looks back.

Lannea Paulsen, better known as Laney to everyone but the stubborn Josiah, has had two goals since she moved to Corbin's Bend last year with her cousin. She wants to save enough money to buy half of The Ginger Paddle, the sushi resteraunt she runs with her cousin, Ginger, and to find a strong dominant man who is willing and ready to take her in hand in every way possible. The trouble is whenever she gets close to getting either of those things, she panics and finds some way to self- sabotage.

When Laney puts the business in jeopardy, Josiah comes to the rescue, and the two of them end up in a tumultuous platonic DD relationship. Both of them want more, but neither is willing to admit it. Will they settle for less than they desire or will they chase after everything they have ever wanted. When Laney is seconds away from everything she has ever wanted, will she panic and run away?


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Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Corbin's Bend Season 2 Blitz!!!

Retired Marine Brandon Delt, moves to Corbin’s Bend after his recently divorced wife marries his cousin. Tired of living a non-discipline lifestyle, he fully welcomes the openness of the Corbin’s Bend spanking community. One day he hopes to meet the woman he could make his TiH. He doesn’t expect to meet her on day one.

Carodine Minor’s just in Corbin’s Bend for the summer. Just graduated with her master’s degree in chemistry, Dina isn’t sure of her next step in life. Not once has she ever considered being spanked. Logical woman that she is, when she finds herself intrigued by the idea of a hand across her derriere, she asks for a demonstration from Brandon. One demo turns into a wild night of passion neither wants to let go of.

Take one hot summer. Add in an intellectual chemist and a dominant retired Marine. Once the chemistry ignites, combustion is soon to follow.
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23257768-chemistry-of-

attraction
Desires, fetishes, kinks…we hear a lot about them now and many people just live them in their minds or through literature. Being someone who – after I heard there were others that WOW! Had different desires like I did – elected to try out those desires in real life, I can tell you it is a brave endeavor. It sounds easy to ask for what you want. Not so easy in reality. Being me, I searched and found a local BDSM group, contacted them, made friends with a domme and she kind of was my protector. She introduced me to two doms before I even felt comfortable playing – the first scared the living daylights out of me – and I went to classes and get-togethers. Even today, over a decade later, I don’t necessarily find it easy to state my needs. It’s still a matter of trust for me.
For Dina, in my book Chemistry of Attraction, it was a matter of both trust and her innate desire to find out if ‘spanking’ was right for her. I love her ability to ask for just what she needs.
Squeaking what he thought was a laugh, she splashed him before standing up. “Don’t tell me, you’re an ass man.”
“I’m living in Corbin’s Bend. What do you think?”
Pausing, she looked closely at him. “So, you’re into that whole spanking thing?”
His heart plummeted. Oh, no. He had assumed since she was there that she was into spanking. Don’t tell him he had instantly been attracted to the one woman at the barbeque who wasn’t into discipline. “Yes, I am.”
Her jaw moved back in forth as she seemed to think about his answer. “Does it hurt?” she finally asked, her warm eyes that were more blue than lavender today, watching him with interest.
That had not been the question he was expecting, but at least she didn’t sound completely opposed to it. “It can. There are so many different ways to spank. Discipline, teasing, erotic.” He shrugged. “Some people love it, others don’t. It’s a personal thing.”
She nodded, her hand reaching up and her index finger rubbing lightly over her lower lip. She had done the same thing the other night and he realized it was something she did when she tried to figure something out.
“I’ve never been spanked before. Well, as a kid I was a couple times, but not as an adult. Gram says it helps her to get rid of guilt.” She swayed back and forth, looking up at him from under her eyelashes. “Could you show me how it feels?”
As if her looking up at him like that didn’t already send heat rushing through his body, her request almost made him cum. “You want me to spank you?” he asked to make sure he wasn’t just hearing things.
“If you wouldn’t mind.”
If he wouldn’t mind. Brandon shook his head as this was the oddest and yet most exciting conversation he could imagine. He half wondered if he was dreaming the entire thing. “All right.” Looking around, he saw a fallen tree and walked up to it, sitting down to make sure it was stable. “Come on.” He waved her over and she appeared startled, but walked toward him. Now he could see if there was any real interest.
As she came close, he patted his lap. “Bend over my knees.”
A strange sort of giggle left her lips but she walked to his left side as he directed and bent stiffly over his legs. Her rear wasn’t at the best angle. If he spanked her now, he would hit mostly her upper rump which could hurt her and he didn’t want her to dislike it. Grasping her hips he moved her a little further onto his lap, lifting her feet off the ground.
“Umm,” she said, sounding a little breathless. “Now what?”
He almost laughed. Her brain was kicking in and he half expected her to tell him some scientific fact about spanking or being upside down as she was. Deciding to help her switch gears, he grasped on to her waist and let his hand rest right on her rear. She had a wonderful derriere. Whereas the rest of her was thin, her ass was not. Unable to resist, he lifted his hand and brought it down in a brisk light swat on her left cheek. The sound as his hand resounded with her shorts was loud in the clearing, but the light sting in his palm sent a zing further south and he quickly swatted her other cheek.
At first she didn’t react, except a small gasp, but by the fifth swing, he hit a little harder and she stiffened before a tiny moan left her lips. That moan made him smile. And continue. With it being her first spanking, he admittedly played it safe, only going to ten before he landed a sharp slap to her sit spot. Her moans had gotten progressively louder with each swing and when he handed the last swat, she cried out, grasping onto his leg.
Rubbing lightly over her shorts, he waited a few seconds before speaking. “What do you think?”
“Umm, it wasn’t what I expected,” she admitted. “I always thought the heroines in novels were silly when they liked being spanked.”
“And now?” he asked, scarcely breathing. He felt she had enjoyed it, but until she said the words, he couldn’t know for sure.
“Now I want to know what a real one feels like.”
Thianna D. likes to say she’s eclectic, fun, and lives to write what she enjoys reading. She writes romance with a wonderful hint of spice.
She’s also the creator of and acquisition editor for the Corbin’s Bend spanking romance series. Who else wants to be safe, secure, and spanked in Colorado?

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Tuesday, December 9, 2014

#WIPITUP ~ Corbin's Bend Season 2~ A Perfect Partnership

Hey! WIP~It- uppers!

Long time no see!  I'm so super excited to share a piece of my in-publication work, A Perfect Partnership!  A Perfect Partnership is one of the last books in Season 2 of Corbin's Bend and it will be released January 15th- In just over a month!

Blurb:
Josiah Jefferson left the polygamist community he grew up in to make a new home in Corbin's Bend and to find the one woman he could love and spank for the rest of his life. He never expects to find her during his first week, but when a summer storm brings Lannea Paulsen, the town's beloved sushi chef into his life, he sees it as fate and never looks back.

Lannea Paulsen, better known as Laney to everyone but the stubborn Josiah, has had two goals since she moved to Corbin's Bend last year with her cousin. She wants to save enough money to buy half of The Ginger Paddle, the sushi resteraunt she runs with her cousin, Ginger, and to find a strong dominant man who is willing and ready to take her in hand in every way possible. The trouble is whenever she gets close to getting either of those things, she panics and finds some way to self- sabotage.

When Laney puts the business in jeopardy, Josiah comes to the rescue, and the two of them end up in a tumultuous platonic DD relationship. Both of them want more, but neither is willing to admit it. Will they settle for less than they desire or will they chase after everything they have ever wanted. When Laney is seconds away from everything she has ever wanted, will she panic and run away?

Excerpt:



“Laney- Laney- Earth to Laney!” Ginger was standing in front of her, waving a hand in her face to get her attention. “I’m not the sushi artist here, but I’m pretty sure that roll is done.” Ginger told her with an amused look on her face.
 Laney looked down at the Naughty girl roll she was making. Yup- it was rolled, probably a little too tightly. It was starting to look a little too skinny. She looked up at Ginger with a sheepish look on her face. Laney was a daydreamer, and it often caused her problems in her personal and work life.  She lacked focus- she always had, except that one year in culinary school, when Mac was taking her in hand.
“Sorry-Ginger, I was just thinking.”
“Yeah I got that. I don’t know why you didn’t just go check that moving van like you always do. You’re obviously thinking about it.”
“I wasn’t- actually,” Laney told her with a sad half smile. “That van was much too large for one person. It was obviously a family.”
“Oh well- new customers!” Ginger said with a smile, subconsciously rubbing her belly.  They had lost the baby she had been pregnant with when they moved to Corbin’s Bend, and it had been a devastating time, but she was now more than 4 months along, and things were going well with this one.
“Not everyone loves sushi,” Laney reminded her with a grin.
“Only because they haven’t tried yours-yet” Ginger spoke with confidence, and Laney laughed.
She loved her life in Corbin’s Bend, and even though it was tough at times, she tried to have patience and believe that her time would come. For now, she had a great job doing what she loved, a new niece or nephew on the way, and a community that allowed her to be herself without shame.
Still, being around happy domestic discipline marriages all the time was hard. It sucked being surrounded by the one thing you really wanted, but didn’t have. Some days were harder than others. She knew that someday it would happen for her, and she spent more time than she wanted to admit fantasizing about finding a strong dominant man willing and able to call her out on her weaknesses, and turn her over their knee for a hard bare bottom spanking when it was warranted. Some days, it was all she could think about, and the longing she felt was overwhelming.
She could picture the moment almost perfectly. 
 She would be naked, in the corner, waiting for her impending punishment. She would have showered beforehand, and drops of water from her hair would run down her back, making her shiver with anticipation. He would tell her she was a naughty girl who deserved a long hard spanking and her pussy would clench at his words.  He would call her over to him, and she would stand before him, nervously awaiting. He would put his hand on her back, and lightly caress her, and suddenly she would be upended effortlessly over his knee. His hand would be large, and hard, and the first slap on her tender wet skin would take her breath away. She could hear his voice chastising her for some undoubtedly irresponsible thing she had done, as his hand came down again and again, turning her bottom pink, until she was crying out, and begging for mercy. But there would be none. The man of her dreams would pause, and rub her aching bottom for a moment, and she would weep in relief thinking he was finished. But, then, he would lift her off his lap, and reposition her over the bed. She would hear his footsteps as he made his way to the closet, and she would know that he was going for the paddle. She would whine and whimper, and she would know that when he was finished her bottom would bear the marks of the infamous Corbin’s Bend logo, that had been burnt into the wood, just so, designed to leave its imprint on the offender’s bottom for long after the spanking was over. He would walk up behind her, gripping the paddle tightly. “Let’s see if this will help you learn your lesson,” he would say, right before he swung. As the paddle made contact with it’s target, her bottom would explode in pain, and she would cry out, then bite down on her lip, forcing herself to welcome the pain of his correction, knowing that the intention was to make her better, and curb her naughty and irresponsible behaviors. She would move her hips toward him, jutting her bottom out to meet the hard wood.
Laney moaned out loud.  As a glorified house guest living with Ginger and Beau, she hadn’t gotten her own welcome basket, which meant, she had never actually seen the infamous Corbin’s Bend paddle up close, but that made it all the more intriguing to her. The elusive paddle was the subject of all her fantasies as was the unknown man wielding it. Someday, she would meet him, and her fantasies would become reality.

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