Unexpected blessings sometimes come from very unexpected places at a time you least expect it.
My childhood wasn’t the best. Luckily for me, my grandmother came to my rescue. She helped me through the hardest decision I’d ever made. Suddenly, that decision may be in jeopardy. I made a phone call to connect with a person affected by my decision, and an opportunity fell in my lap. One, that could put to rest my concerns, and offer endless possibilities. Who knew it would turn into something I thought would never happen to me?
I lost my wife to cancer and am struggling to raise my daughter alone. I’m a doctor and my schedule is hectic at best, I need a nanny that can make a connection with my daughter and care for her. I’ve fired a few nannies already, they were unable to put my daughter or myself at ease. I’m hoping the woman I’m going to interview will be our solution. Who knew we would connect with a spark of something more?
Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of domestic discipline and sensual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase.
“You’re so wet,” he ground out as his fingers explored her intimate folds.
There was no turning back now, this was happening. “Uh huh,” she said breathily, wishing they were both wearing less clothes. He must have read her mind because her t-shirt was whipped off and her bra soon followed. “You, now.” She tugged on his shirt, but it was wedged between them.
“Wait,” he said, stopping to kiss her before he jumped up to rectify the situation.
Within seconds, Curtis had dispensed of his clothes and returned to take care of the only barrier that was left between them. She went to slide them off and he tapped the back of her hand.
“Let me,” he said. He suckled one nipple and then the other, his lips and stubble grazing her soft skin as he moved south.
She grabbed a handful of his hair, trying to push him where she needed him to be, to make him move faster, but Curtis seemed intent on taking his time.
“Patience,” he ground out. His teeth tugged at her panties, moving them far enough down to expose her shaved mound.
“Yes, Curtis,” she whimpered as he buried his face between her soft thighs as far as he could reach with the offending garment in the way. In one swift movement, his hands were beneath her yanking at them until they were far enough down to slip off her legs.
“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” he said with a chuckle.
His tongue licked and swirled and her heart sang—or maybe that was her voice—oh God, it was her voice doing a high-pitched hum thing—then it happened, a feeling like nothing she’d ever felt before swept over her. It was like an explosion somewhere in her body—it was so intense that it almost hurt, but it felt better than anything she had ever felt before. She was scared to take a breath for fear the feeling would fade away. Sadly, it did, gradually petering out to a slow thump between
her legs. “Oh my, so that’s what it feels like,” she said out loud. She blinked, realizing the man who had made her orgasm for the first time ever was carefully watching her reaction.
“Was that the first time you ever—”
“Yes, that was the first time ever. Oh God, I really have to work on that,” she said. “Oh, I mean work on not saying everything I’m thinking. Although, I would really like to have that happen again.”
“Okay then,” he said with a chuckle. “Let’s get on that.”
Constance Masters is a wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.
She writes romantic spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.
Constance has always been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's a lot like her life.
What if the fairy tale is real? We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears' humble abode while wandering through the woods. You'd always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong? Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father's wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home... In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie's surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed? Publisher's Note:Goldie's Surrender includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don't buy this book.
For a moment we are barely an inch from each other, and then – in a heartbeat – he is on me. We land on the bed together, our limbs knotting briefly before his powerful legs move between mine, spreading them wide apart. What just happened, I wonder? One moment I was empowered, devouring his beautiful cock, and the next I am flat on my back with this giant between my legs. “Now I have you, little girl,” he teases me. I scowl at him, slapping his strong right tricep playfully. “Don’t call me girl,” I complain. “I hate that!” He lowers his face towards me, the muscles of his arms taking the strain without complaint. “I know you do,” he replies with a smirk. “That’s why I say it!” He is so close to me now that I can barely even take a breath. I am pinioned by his imposing, powerful body, yet it is the weight of his stare which seems to paralyse me. “I am not, and never will be, your girl…” My voice is raspy, and my desire plain to hear, but still I continue with my snarky attitude. “You’ll be whatever I tell you to be,” he says with a grin.
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Polly Duffy had learned to ride horses almost before she could walk. She loves to ride more than anything. In 1916, at age fourteen, she enters a steer riding contest at the local county fair and wins, never to look back. She becomes addicted to the thrill of the ride be it relay races, bronc busting or steer riding.
Her pioneer mother wants a better life for her daughter since she believes a woman's place is far from the rodeo arena. But Polly is determined to 'cowgirl up' – to step up to the challenge, and prove that she can ride that ornery, bucking bronc despite being a diminutive female.
Polly's riding skills bring her to the attention of Texas Jack, a Wild West show promoter. She joins his traveling show in 1920, where she meets champion steer wrestler and bronc rider Buck Delmar. Polly is determined to make it big herself and, with the help of immigrant Cossack trick riders, soon becomes a talented, famous performer, thrilling audiences with her death-defying stunts on horseback.
She and Buck later join the rodeo circuit, where she competes in trick riding. The hardest, most dangerous, tricks earn the most prize money. As her addiction to the thrill of winning – and the money – grows, she risks reputation and virtue, while putting her life in jeopardy.
Can Buck help her achieve her dreams with his loving guidance and discipline?
Note: This sweet, spirited romantic western contains elements of domestic discipline and explicit love scenes.
“Howdy. You must be Polly. I'm your tent-mate, Lulu. Go ahead and make yourself at home. There's yer cot.” The woman gestured to the empty cot on the left. “I'm sorry, that ole quilt has seen better days. You can have Winnifred, our Wild West show's seamstress, make you a new one. She made me this here quilt. Ain't it purty?”
“It is, but I can make due.”
“Well then, suit yourself.”
Polly stowed her carpet bag under the cot and sat down.
“So, I hear you're right fancy on a horse.”
“Yes, I am,” Polly answered, making no attempt to conceal her pride.
“Me, I'm good with a gun. Just like my famous auntie, Annie Oakley.” Lulu paused to see what effect the recognizable name had on her new acquaintance. However, Mr. Beaumont had already informed Polly of the relationship, and she displayed no awe. “She taught me everything she knows,” Lulu continued. “Wait until you see my mirror shots. The crowd loves 'em.”
Lulu, finished painting her toes, began decorating her fingernails.
“But, my auntie's ladylike behavior didn't rub off on me. No sirree, ain't no way you'll find me sittin' around doing embroidery and needlepoint,” Lulu snorted. “Say, you ever have any problems with a no good, pesky varmint around here —the two-legged kind, that is, let me know. I'll blow his pecker off.” The sharpshooter laughed heartily. “Seriously, the guys around here are mostly gents. Texas Jack sees to that. So, you shouldn't have nothin' to worry about.”
Not knowing what to say, Polly simply replied, “I wasn't worried.” Relations with men had not entered her mind.
“Well, you do what you're told, and don't mess up in the ring, and Jack'll pretty much leave you alone.” Lulu puffed on her fingers to dry the polish.
“Oh? What would he do otherwise?” Polly prodded.
The sharpshooter lifted a hip and rubbed her flank, “Ah, Spankin' Jack will see you don't make the same mistake twice.”
“Really? He spanks?”
“Oh yeah, he'll tan your hide but good. He's a stickler for perfection. Lulu reached under her bunk and withdrew a brown bottle. She uncorked it and took a swig. “Unlike Auntie Annie, who hosts tea parties, I've got a taste for whiskey. And, Jack don't like it, 'cuz when I'm drunk, I can't see straight. So I miss my targets, the crowd boos, and I'm in deep shit.” Lulu took another swig and laughed.
About the Authors:
Sahalie Blue was born and raised in the Midwestern US along the shores of Lake Michigan. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest, treasuring the great outdoors of her new home.
Sahalie loves hiking in the region's majestic Cascade Mountains, dense mossy forests and sagebrush-filled deserts. Her revered, special place is Sahalie Falls, a roaring waterfall that pounds the McKenzie River into a rainbowed mist.
She's been married for several years to a computer guy who loves to tell jokes. She appreciates laugh-out-loud moments. She enjoys reading just about anything, but mysteries, romances, and science fiction are her favorites. She is passionate about expressing her thoughts and feelings in her writing.
Sterling Scott writes of his imagined adventures within the backdrop of actual historical events. While some of his stories are more fictional than others, he likes to entwine real events into a new version of how it should have happened. Additionally, he includes experiences from his life and those friends who have shared events with him.
When not writing, Sterling travels the highways and visits his children. He spends a lot of time playing with his first grandchild.
Making the Rules is a contemporary romance, set in the UK… something to spice up a chilly winter day.
She thought she was on her own, until she realized who was making the rules…
twenty-five-year-old forensic sociology student Lily Jamison travels to a small
town in West Yorkshire to investigate the mysterious disappearance of a young
girl, she expects to be working alone. But then Ben Tyler offers his help, and
before Lily knows it the handsome former Chicago police officer has taken
charge and made it his business to keep her safe, even if that means baring her
bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking when she disobeys him.
firm-handed dominance and strict correction leave Lily deeply aroused, and when
he takes her in his arms and shows her how a man masters a woman properly, she
cannot help begging for more. But as Lily gets closer to the truth, she becomes
ever more reckless. When she pushes things too far with her impulsive behavior,
will Ben be prepared to punish her as thoroughly and shamefully as necessary to
convince her that he is the one making the rules?
Note: Making the Rules includes
spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy
stripping completely would have been easier, less intimate. It was too late
now, decided Lily. She was committed, and determined to go through with this.
She unfastened her jeans, lowered the zip, and shoved the denim down her
thighs. Her white lace panties remained in place, for all the protection they
might offer. Ben merely lifted that expressive eyebrow again and said nothing.
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down too.
your shirt, please.”
was low, but stern. Lily felt impelled to obey. She raised the garment, fully
aware that now she revealed her neatly bare mound and her pussy to his
attentive gaze. He took his time before looking up to meet her eyes again.
pretty. Now, I think you can imagine the position…?” He patted his lap. “Just make
felt little short of mortified as she draped her body across his thighs, her
head hanging down close to his shoes. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands
so settled for grasping his ankle with one and putting the other on the
yourself forward a bit more. Lift your bottom up for me.”
as she was told, shuffling about as he helped to arrange her exactly to his
that’ll do.” Ben rested his hand on her upturned buttocks and started to stroke
slow, steady circles. “You know, you have the most delectable ass. A butt made
gulped. Did he expect her to respond?
when you’re ready.” As he spoke to her he continued his sensuous caress and Lily
found herself writhing in unexpected pleasure. Maybe there was something in
this stress-relieving nonsense after all.
yes, I’m ready.” She tightened her grip on his ankle.
an arm across her back and hugged her closer to him, and he caught her legs
under one of his. Suddenly, Lily realised she was immobilised, held in place.
She should have been scared but she wasn’t. She felt safe, secure. He wouldn’t
let her fall.
first few slaps were something of an anti-climax. Lily had imagined this whole
experience would be a lot more painful, cathartic even, definitely enough to
set her squealing and wriggling like many of the women in the videos she
watched earlier. It wasn’t anything like that. Ben used his hand, and he peppered
her buttocks with rapid spanks, but they weren’t heavy and barely registered as
painful. Lily would describe the sensation as mildly uncomfortable, and
something of a disappointment if she was honest.
Ben. Thank you, but I think… ow!”
were saying?” He leaned down to look at her as he dropped another much harder
spank onto her left buttock to match the one he just landed on her right.
nothing,” grunted Lily as the spanking ramped up a gear or seven. The slaps
still rained down thick and fast, but they were heavier now, each one sending a
burst of heat across her tenderised skin. She started to wriggle in earnest,
and squealed as the pain built. Her bottom was on fire. The sensation was
intense and growing more so by the second. It was incredible, and terrible, and
exposed pussy leaked. Her clit throbbed. Lily experienced a mad urge to spread
her legs and beg him to touch her, to do anything to assuage the mounting
desperation. The more her bottom sizzled under his relentless hand, the more
she ached to come.
she sobbed, between spanks. She was panting now, breathless, gulping for air.
spanking slowed, then ceased. “Have you had enough, Lily? You’ve only to say
when you want to stop.”
No, I mean, not yet. I just…” Christ, what did
in little doubt. “You’re very wet. I’m guessing you’re enjoying this.”
groaned. Was it absolutely necessary to point that out? Did he really need to
humiliate her quite so much? She was already mortified at her disgraceful
response, at the sudden burst of lust that started at her core and just grew
and blossomed and now threatened to swamp her.
want an orgasm right about now. Am I right?”
nodded, unable to do otherwise. Her senses were out of control, her sudden and
acute arousal overwhelming her so she could barely think straight.
More about Ashe Barker
USA Today best-selling author Ashe
Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other
genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good
excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.
Ashe tends to draw on her own
experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An
incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any
of these can spark a story idea.
Ashe lives in the North of England,
on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole
dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often
these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her
teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.And a very grumpy cockatiel.
At the last count Ashe had over forty
titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and
several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the
changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes
explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex.
Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling
plots, so that’s what she writes too.
Ashe has a pile of story ideas still
to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments,
so you can expect to see a lot more from her.
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