I had so much fun with this blog hop! While reading all the posts did gobble up a chunk of time, I plowed my way through them and loved every single story.
And now it’s time to announce the winner of my post. I used Random.org to make the final decision. I entered all the names and hit the randomize button and…
The winner is Katherine Deane! Congratulations!
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Here’s a short story for your enjoyment:
Minerva was very excited about seeing her piano professor again now that the new semester was starting. He had given her private lessons a few semesters ago and she was sure she was close to getting him to take their relationship to a level beyond that of professor and student. Then it was time for the winter break and much to her dismay Professor Jon Gabriel had gone on sabbatical. Nearly nine months had passed since she’d seen him.
Minnie creamed in her panties every time she thought about him. What a dreamy professor to study classical piano under. He specialized in Lieder music and though it wasn’t what she wanted to focus her music studies on, one look at the fortyish hot professor was enough to change her mind. She soon learned the study of romantic German poems set to music was much more interesting than she had expected.
These mostly nineteenth century poems were typically arranged for a solo singer and piano accompaniment but could be done by a duet, or quartet. After going to a few of Professor Gabriel’s master classes, Minnie became enthralled by the music and even more so by the professor. Six feet tall, dirty blond hair, striking blue eyes, and a commanding presence was more than she could resist.
When she finally coerced him into meeting with her to talk about the possibility of evening instruction, she was excited and oh so hopeful he would catch on to her need for discipline and structure. Disappointment was a hard pill to swallow when it became obvious he was the classic absent-minded professor. It was a constant source of frustration for her when he failed to pick up on any of her hints concerning what she needed.
She purposely made errors just so he would call a halt to her playing and reprimand her. The professor was excellent at lecturing her on her mistakes and how she should correct her bad habits. He spoke with an authoritative voice as a disciplinarian would. It was what had attracted her to him, but he didn’t follow through with anything more than a lengthy lecture on avoiding bad habits and forming new good habits.
Just before winter the break, Minnie had made a bold move after his last assessment of her musical talents. “I’m so sorry, Professor. Perhaps we should devise a system of reward and punishment as an incentive for improvement.”
He had given her a blank look before replying, “You simply need to focus and pay more attention. And practice, practice, and practice more.”
Unknown to Minnie, her final appointment with the professor before the winter break was to be conducted by his assistant. When she entered the practice room, a skinny, geeky girl was waiting for her.
“Professor Gabriel has left on his sabbatical so I’ll be taking over for today.”
“Sabbatical?” Minnie had nearly stuttered. Sabbaticals lasted months, when would she see him again?
“Yes, he won’t be back until the fall semester. Shall we get to work?”
Minnie couldn’t do it. Instead, she excused herself by saying, “Actually, I just stopped by to apologize and cancel for today. Something’s come up, I’m sorry.”
When it was time to register for fall classes she didn’t sign up for one of his classes, opting instead for personal evening instruction. Minnie had a plan.
She dressed carefully for this appointment wearing a white blouse with a black skirt that fell just a few inches above her knees. Under the skirt she wore sheer thigh-high black stockings and a pair of black, lacy bikini panties that left her the better part of her ass cheeks exposed should the professor have the opportunity to peek under her skirt. A black bra under the low cut white blouse was sure to draw his eye to her ample cleavage.
The professor greeted her when she arrived, “Hello, Minerva. I’m glad to see your interest in Lieder is ongoing.”
“Thank you, sir. How was your sabbatical?”
“Very good, thanks for asking. Shall we get started?” He couldn’t help but notice the black shadow of her bra through the white blouse. She carried a long, thin leather case of the kind that might hold a bow for a violin or cello.
She set her things down on the narrow table near the piano, opened her portfolio and withdrew a piece of music she had never played before. She was sure to make mistakes and he would start lecturing her almost immediately. A quick glance at his always neat desk ensured it was ready for her plan.
Minnie began playing, purposely getting the timing off and hitting several wrong keys. Professor Gabriel wasted no time in berating her.
“For heaven’s sake! Haven’t you practiced at all since last we met? Start at the beginning again.”
“Yes, sir.” She answered meekly and began again, clumsily striking the wrong keys.
“Stop! Stop immediately,” he ordered. “This is a waste of my time, Minerva. Either you’ve spent the entire summer without touching a piano, or your talents are even less than I had originally estimated. I suggest we end this now. You may contact me when you’re better prepared.”
“I’m so sorry, sir. Please don’t send me away.” She jumped up from the piano bench and went to the long leather case. Unzipping it, she removed not a bow, but a thin cane. Turning around to face him, she held it out.
“Please, sir. I know what I need. Discipline. I do best when I’m properly disciplined for my shortcomings. If you would just apply this with a strong, firm hand, I know I’ll do better.”
Professor Gabriel took a step back, shaking his head. “This is unacceptable, Minerva. I can’t strike a student with that thing.”
“But sir, technically I’m not your student as I haven’t registered for any of your classes. This is just private instruction and has nothing to do with the college. Please, it would help me so much.” A small tear spilled from her eye.
He ran his hand through his hair, wondering how to respond to this. He should refuse, of course. He should go open the door and ask her to leave. But his cock had awakened at her suggestion that he cane her. The tops of her creamy breasts were straining to be released from the confines of her black bra. What sort of woman wears a black bra under a white blouse?
Seeing his hesitation, Minnie thrust the cane into his hand and stepped to his desk. She bent over it, flipped her skirt above her waist, and then stretched her arms out in front of her to grab the sides of the desk. She felt the cool air on her nearly naked bottom and prayed he would not send her away.
“Please, sir. I promise it will help.” She moved her legs a little further apart and rose up higher on her toes. Her ass was in a perfect position to receive a caning and Professor Gabriel thought he saw a damp spot on her crotch. It was difficult to tell with black panties.
Without any further thought to the matter, he said, “Very well.”
Stepping beside her, he swished the cane several times in the air to get the feel of it. Then he raised the cane and in a short, quick stroke brought it down on her ass. It barely left a mark and her panties interrupted the faint red line that did appear. Unsatisfied with the result, he boldly slipped his fingers beneath the waistline and yanked them down to her knees.
Minnie gasped as the rest of her ass was exposed and inwardly smiled as she settled down for a good caning. She hoped the following strokes would be of more substance than the first one had been.
Tapping the insides of her thighs, the professor said, “Spread your legs further apart.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered and complied. Just to be safe, to be sure she was going to get what she’d been longing for, she added, “If you could strike a bit harder, sir, I believe it will have a greater impact on me.” She giggled a bit at the pun, but he didn’t seem to catch it.
Professor Gabriel felt one should always strive to do their best, no matter what they were attempting to do. Again he swished the cane in the air a few times. Then he tapped it on her ass as if lining up his target.
Minnie felt the cane lift from her bottom, and then heard the beautiful hiss as it swooshed through the air before a red hot bolt of lightening landed across her ass. She screamed and just as he was about to apologize for such a hard strike, she whispered, “Yes!”
Confident now that he’d gotten it right, he tapped her bottom again just below the bright red stripe that had bloomed on her ass. Raising the cane high once more, he brought it down again with equal force and was pleased at the perfect aim just below the last one. She screamed again, but this time he didn’t even pause before he tapped to get his aim, and brought down a third strike.
Even though it was technically the fourth one, he decided to discount the first since it had been inferior. She cried out again and then moaned with what he could only call satisfaction. He brought the cane down three more times in quick succession. Each strike was followed by a scream, then a delicious moan, and then a raising of her beautifully striped bottom for the next one.
On the final blow, she did not raise her ass as if asking for another and he stopped. His trousers were drawn tightly across his bulging cock. With her legs spread, he could clearly see her pussy and how wet it was. It was obvious she was aroused too.
“Minerva, you’re…um, are you all right?”
“I’m fine, sir. Very fine. Thank you. But it seems I need one more thing, if you would oblige me, sir.”
“Certainly, what is it you would have me do?”
“Fuck me, sir. Fuck me, hard and fast.”
He stripped off his clothes in record time and did just that.
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I have one rule. Just one little rule. And it drives me up the wall because I think it’s ridiculous. The rule is NO SWIMMING WHEN I’M HOME ALONE.
DH worries I might get a cramp and drown. Well, I get leg cramps all the time and I haven’t drowned yet. I’ve tried explaining the pool is a lap pool. It’s 40 feet long, but only 6 feet wide. At its deepest point the pool is a mere 6 feet deep. If I had a severe cramp I could easily get to the edge with two or three strokes. If I started to sink I could kick off the bottom and boost myself to the edge. Besides, he can’t swim. He never goes in the pool. Just how does he think he’s going to save me?
His other big worry about swimming alone is I might slip and fall, cracking my skull open on the edge as I exit the pool. There I would be, bleeding on the pool steps, dying all alone. What does he think would be different (other than the me being alone) if he’s here? Should I fall in such a way, my skull would already be cracked open even if he were here. By the time the paramedics came, I’d probably be dead anyway. I mean, come on, how many people survive their skull cracking open?
So in the winter when it’s too cold to swim, and when DH is not home during the summer swim season, I write while exercising on my treadmill desk. Yes, that’s it in the photo above. It works great and lets me multi-task. I can burn some fat off my butt while getting a couple of thousand words written. The fact that I can write while exercising is the only thing I like about the treadmill. I much prefer doing 66 laps – half a mile in my pool – even though I can’t write at the same time.
In fact, I’m huffing and puffing away as I write this post. I have an hour and a half to go so next I’ll pull up my latest work in progress and work on that.
Lead in: Jenny and her cousins had spent the later part of Christmas Eve listening to their Aunt Naomi explain about the naughty books she wrote. They involved spanking and something called Domestic Discipline. Everyone was settling in for the night and Jenny wanted to listen to the conversation again. Luckily, she had recorded it.
Excerpt: Jenny had quietly turned on the voice recorder in her smartphone during the entire conversation and as she snuggled in next to Nicole on one of the air mattresses, she put her ear-buds in and listened to the whole thing before going to sleep. She almost wished winter break was over so she could go back to the university and tell Mike about the books her aunt was writing and the lifestyle called Domestic Discipline. She was intrigued by the whole idea and could actually see how it could be beneficial to adopt such a lifestyle. Jenny just wasn’t sure she liked the idea of getting spanked if and when she messed up. But at the same time, there was that little tingling between her legs when she imagined Mike bringing his hand down on her ass for a firm spanking. Mike had swatted her butt a few times, but only in passing. He’d smack her tush and say, ‘Get a move on, it’s time to go.’ Sometimes after a hot love-making session, he’d whack her butt and tell her how good it was. All that was just in fun. What would it be like if he took her over his knee when she did something that disappointed him? Could she really let him make rules for her that would allow him to punish her if she broke those rules? Buy now Amazon Barnes & Noble Smashwords
Spank Her Hard is the story of a young mother trying to work her way through nursing school. She makes the tough decision to go to work as an escort and meets Joe Ryan as one of her first clients. This is the third excerpt from Spank Her Hard. Read the first one here. And the second one here.
Excerpt: “Tell me this,” Joe said. “Are you at least considering it? Or is it completely off the table?”
“Honestly, I’m not sure. When I see that little pile of money on the table and think about all the things my girls need, and how my car is practically on its last leg, how my mother struggles to help me with the girls so I can go to school; it’s very tempting.”
“I take it there’s a big ‘but’ coming?” He asked when she paused.
“But, you want to hit me! It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”
Joe tilted his head in a slight nod and said, “By definition, yes, a spanking is intended to cause some pain. However, I wouldn’t quite equate it with hitting per se.”
Nothing was said for several minutes. Joe finally decided to let her off the hook; clearly she was uncomfortable with the notion of receiving a spanking.
“Okay, Francine. I see you’re not ready for this, and it’s all right. Really, I don’t mind. But I do have just one question.”
“What?” She asked.
“Isn’t your pussy wet just thinking about it? Don’t you just want to try it and see what it’s like?”
“That’s two questions.”
“So it is. Are you going to answer them?”
Francine had been ignoring her pussy. Even as it quivered and her legs squeezed tightly together at the thought of a spanking, she’d managed to ignore what her pussy was doing. Her panties were a bit damp. And yes, she did wonder what it would be like. She had to be honest with Joe; she just couldn’t lie and deny it.
“Damn it! Yes and yes.”
Joe chuckled again and said, “Then why not give it a try? I give you my word that I will go easy on you since it’s your first time.”
“How can you go easy on me when you said you want to turn my ass a rosy red?”
Blurb: Francine is a young single mom, living with her mother, trying to support her twin daughters and go to nursing school. She takes a job at an escort service hoping to make enough money that she’ll only have to work a few nights a week, giving her time to study and time to spend with her kids. She meets a client who is too good looking and too much of a gentleman to have to use an escort service. She finds out why he uses professional escorts on her first assignment with him. He has a little bit of a kinky side in the bedroom. He’ll pay extra, but is Francine willing to accommodate him?
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Maid for the Cowboy – Does Callie need a spanking?
“I didn’t mean to yell at you,” Joe said. “I was afraid you’d get bitten.”
“For a second there, I was afraid you were getting ready to spank me again.” Callie blurted it out without even thinking. She was blushing now and hoped Joe wouldn’t notice in the dim light of the barn.
Joe chuckled and asked, “Do you need a spanking, Callie? Have you been naughty?”
Her pussy clenched tightly as she looked up at him. “I don’t think so…I mean…I don’t think I’ve been naughty.”
Joe put his arms around her, and whispered in her ear, “You were a little careless there with Blue. He could have given your hand a bad bite.”
With her heart beating faster, she said, “But I didn’t know I had to be careful with him.”
“You should always be careful with any animal, Callie. Maybe I need to give you a spanking to drive that home.”
Joe spoke softly, in a low voice that was more arousing than threatening. It turned her on and made her want him to spank her, though she couldn’t for the life of her understand why. She pulled back so she could see his face.
“Are you going to? Spank me, I mean?”
He was sure he saw desire in her eyes. Desire for him? For lovemaking? For a spanking? Maybe for all of the above.
“Mmm hmm, I think so, Callie.”
He led her to the tack room in the corner. It was a small room with a door and Joe closed and locked it. Then he sat down on the bench and unbuttoned Callie’s jeans. She was trembling, but not protesting. He slipped his hands under her waistband and worked the jeans down to her knees. Then he tugged her panties down and ran his hands up her outer thighs, back to her hips.
“Over my knee, Callie.”
Blurb: Things heat up between Callie and Joe almost from the start when Callie is hired after answering an ad for a position as housekeeper/cook for five cowboy brothers on their ranch in Arizona. She learns the hard way that Joe means it when he says safety is the most important concern on the ranch. This lesson is given with Callie over Joe’s knee and his big hand delivering hard spanks to her bottom.
The attraction between Joe and Callie grows into much more. Soon Callie is in love and has to ask herself if she can reconcile herself to a life with a cowboy who delivers a spanking every time she does something he considers dangerous or unsafe.
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Lead in: After Gina discovers the man who spanked her is nothing more than another burglar like herself, they begin working together and splitting the proceeds. They have planned a big job for the coming weekend and Gina uncharacteristically all tense and worried about it. She goes shopping to try and relax, but comes home still full of tension. Brent knows how to get that tension out and takes Gina to the bedroom. Other than a few playful smacks during sex, Brent had not spanked her since the first time. He knows he’ll have to convince her to submit to a stress relieve spanking.
Excerpt: Brent put his hands on her shoulders and said, “I know of a way that will get you back to feeling one hundred percent your normal calm self. But you have to trust me. Do you think you can do that?”
Gina gazed at him with a perplexed look on her face. “What are you talking about?”
“Do you want to get rid of all that pent up tension?”
“Of course I do. But how can you get rid of my tensions?”
“I’m going to put you over my knee and spank you. It’ll be hard and long, but in the end you’ll feel much better, and all those nerves will be calmed down.”
Gina tried to step back, but he kept a firm grip on her shoulders.
“No way,” she said. “There’s no way I’m going to let you spank me the way you did the first time we met.”
“Gina, you have to trust me. I know what I’m talking about; I’ve seen it happen many times. Let me spank you and then we’ll have the best mind-blowing sex and I’ll guarantee you’ll be back to your normal self.”
Gina didn’t answer him for a long time. Yeah, a few slaps on the ass during sex added to the excitement. Sure, they were fun. But there was nothing fun about that first spanking in the mansion when they had met. For the life of her she couldn’t imagine how a spanking would erase all this pent up tension, nerves, and emotion she had going on.
She didn’t think she could just passively place herself over his lap and let him start swinging away on her ass. But what if he’s right? What if it works?
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Blurb: Christine and Alex Morgan are a young couple in their late twenties. Both are busy professionals and Christine has several outside interests. Her book club has chosen a new title called “Save Your Marriage the Old Fashioned Way.” Christine thinks it’s nothing but a way to take women back to the Stone Age, but she reads it for the book club and discovers the old fashioned way to save your marriage is by utilizing something called Domestic Discipline. Alex finds the book interesting and when the members of Christine’s book club next meet, they all decide to try this plan in their own relationships for a thirty day trial. Things go awry when Alex and Christine put this dynamic to work in their marriage and the question now is; can they get back on track and have a happy relationship?
Excerpt: At the next meeting, Christine was not really surprised when Lani announced that not only had she read the whole book again, but had decided to embark on beginning a domestic discipline based relationship with her husband.
“Are you serious?” Christine asked. “Are you going to actually allow your husband to hit you?”
Lani gave a huge, exaggerated sigh and answered, “Not hit me; spank me if he feels I need it. It’s not abuse, Christine. And it is consensual. We’ve agreed to have a thirty day trial and then evaluate the results.”
“Oh, that’s a great idea!” Erica exclaimed. “I’m going to bring it up to Jim and see if he’s willing to do a trial period.”
“You know what?” Suzanne asked excitedly. “Why don’t we all bring it up with our husbands and see what they think? It could be a group activity; trying out domestic discipline. What do you all think?”
Christine rolled her eyes when all the women agreed to give it a try. She couldn’t believe nine modern women were willing to give all control to their husbands and become submissive little Stepford wives.
“What’s the matter, Christine?” Suzanne asked. “Are you afraid to give up a little control? Are you afraid Alex would become abusive?”
“Of course not,” Christine was quick to defend her position on the issue. “It’s just that I see no reason to become submissive. I run a textile manufacturing plant, how can I be submissive and still do my job? It just doesn’t make any sense.”
“Erica is an attorney and she’s willing to try it. You don’t have to be submissive on the job. Just at home, with your husband. You and Alex can talk and decide on the level of submissiveness that you are willing to accept.”
And so it was that Christine was almost browbeaten into giving the domestic discipline dynamic a try. The women agreed that they would discuss things with their respective husbands and work out a plan that suited their lives and relationships. They would compare notes at the next meeting and move cautiously forward while they tried to put the various recommended steps in the book into practice.
Spank Her Again: After experiencing the amazing hot sex after her first ‘practice’ spanking, Maggie asks for another spanking.
Excerpt: Spence kissed her again, this time deeper. He backed her up to the huge bed and said, “You know, this bed has not been really broken in yet.”
“Really?” Maggie asked. “Would you like some assistance with that?”
“Hmm…yes,” He kissed her again. “I think that’s a good idea.
Maggie stood and looked at him. There was something she wanted to ask, but she was embarrassed.
“What?” Spence asked when he saw she had something to say.
“I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, I feel funny telling you, but…um…well, I think I would like to have another erotic spanking.” Maggie blushed at voicing her desire.
Spence was surprised, but he took it in stride. “That can be arranged. Why don’t we get undressed and take a quick shower to clean up after our hike?”
Maggie thought that sound lovely. Maybe they could incorporate some shower sex into their cleaning up. She stripped off her clothes, stepped into the huge shower and turned on the water. There were several shower heads delivering water. The main rain forest style one from the ceiling cascaded down on her head while smaller nozzles sprayed water at other parts of her body.
Spence joined her and squirted some liquid soap into his palm. He rubbed his hands together to build up some lather and began washing Maggie. He started at her ankles and spread the silky lather up her calves and thighs, then over her hips and to her waist. From there, he continued to her breasts. As the water sluiced off the soap, Spence dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth and suckled on it.
Maggie moaned and reached for his cock. It was already hard and throbbing. God, she wanted to feel it deep inside her. She wasn’t sure she could wait much longer.
Spence slipped a hand between her legs, parted her pussy lips, and slid two fingers into her. She was warm and very wet.
She moaned again, “Spence, I don’t think I can wait. I want you now, inside me. Please fuck me.”
He shut off the water, grabbed a large towel and wrapped it around both of them. Holding her close, inside the cocoon of the towel, he maneuvered them towards the bed.
“I’m going to fuck you, Maggie. I’m going to ram my cock into your wet pussy and fuck you until you come. But first, I’m going to spank you until your ass is a rosy red.”
Blurb: Maggie leaves her abusive husband and drives with no destination in mind, all she wants is to get far away from him. She ends up in the small town of Blue Moon, Wyoming and finds herself in the medical clinic after fainting in the grocery store. She’s under Dr. Robert Spencer’s care and he doesn’t think Maggie is taking care of herself. Spence believes in the domestic discipline lifestyle and is ready to see to it that Maggie starts taking better care of herself, even if it means putting her over his knee and reddening her backside. But Maggie just left an abusive relationship and is unsure if she wants to get involved with a man who wants to spank her.
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I’ve just put the first 3 books of the Spank Her series into a bundle. Now you can get 3 books for the price of 2! These are 3 stand alone, unrelated stories.
The first three books of the Spank Her series; Spank Her Now, Spank Her Again, Spank Her Hard
Spank Her Now
Stephen and Eve have been married for fifteen years. Their marriage has become boring, their sex life is boring. Eve wants to spice things up and begins sending Stephen anonymous emails with titles like, ‘Does Your Wife Need a Spanking?’
But Stephen doesn’t open them because he’s concerned about getting a computer virus. The emails keep coming and finally Stephen decides to open one. Eve gets much more than she ever bargained for when Stephen decides Eve’s attitude needs adjusting and he takes her over his knee for a long, hard spanking.
Spank Her Again
Maggie leaves her abusive husband and drives with no destination in mind, all she wants is to get far away from him. She ends up in the small town of Blue Moon, Wyoming and finds herself in the medical clinic after fainting in the grocery store. She’s under Dr. Robert Spencer’s care and he doesn’t think Maggie is taking care of herself. Spence believes in the domestic discipline lifestyle and is ready to see to it that Maggie starts taking better care of herself, even if it means putting her over his knee and reddening her backside. But Maggie just left an abusive relationship and is unsure if she wants to get involved with a man who wants to spank her!
Spank Her Hard
Francine is a young single mom, living with her mother, trying to support her twin daughters and go to nursing school. She takes a job at an escort service hoping to make enough money that she’ll only have to work a few nights a week, giving her time to study and time to spend with her kids. She meets a client who is too good looking and too much of a gentleman to have to use an escort service. She finds out why he uses professional escorts on her first assignment with him. He has a little bit of a kinky side in the bedroom. He’ll pay extra, but is Francine willing to accommodate him?
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